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Thriller - Trap Beat

Beat: Chemist AKA "The Chromatographer" Prod. | Artist: DaughtersFather | Mix & Master: Andrey Paschenko | https://soundcloud.com/user-317818816 | Beat Title: Instinct (158 BPM, A# min)https://soundcloud.com/user-317818816/instinct?si=7f1951e85dce42f5a631f2a0bf2378e4&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Verse 1
All black in the lack windows tinted in the lab with chemist bout about the business mix stupendous then we send it

Tight rhymes might find midnight crimes slang like dimes you get yours I get mine when you gone she find time

Flee the scene through red light intersections no misconception news at 7 got your family asking questions 

Take possession like the great depression line’em up in succession expressing nothing-less then pop ops for testing use discretion Smith & Wesson get the wrist ta flexing 

Gimme, gimme, mine abundant state of mind hard ta find like roach-n-weaves intertwine kill the pig eat the swine inclined to rob you blind 9 to 5 on the grind count stacks in the back Maybach Venetian blinds buy anything but can't buy time

My Kindred got that Kendrick DNA getting pay gangway now a day real hip hop get no play yesterdays castaway getting loot present day bitcoins Fannie mae real-estate monopoly rules of a G don’t repeat what I see watch what I say

Nigga about a dozen in the dungeon everglades when they raid real ones stayed friends betrayed them the days through the maze now I gets overpaid 

Cosmos get the most plenty, plenty money man money funny man teslas full of contraband struggles real yes we can motherland African american america kill-a man 

promise land gun in hand with nothing but hitters wig splitters malt liquor sippers and section 8 gold diggers feening  for the snicker

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Sliding through back doors take everything nothing more send metal through the barrel fragments settle in the marrow donde esta mi dinero zero to a hundred when I pedal got the fruity pebbles slangin' boulders through your borough

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Blaze purple haze in Escalades off pacific palisades have the homie pull up on roller blades an drop the grenade today we giving free fades 

Bar droppin' glock poppin’ get the heart ta stopin’ westside Cali Stompin “S” on the chest Teflon rip through the vest spread like harpies simplex without condoms and sex best respect who up next lose your life on the set flight to Vegas private jet make the bet talk that get you wet

stay persistent bout my riches snitches get the stitches on a mission baking soda in the kitchen out your speaker fourth dimension not to mention no pretending catch you slipping while we dipping now watch and listen while I send it

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Pre-release demo of new EP "Premiere"
featuring songs "Heartbreak" and "Someday"
Producer: Will Carmack, Fifty50 Studios, Dallas

Premiere

Premiere EP

"Como é doce o beijo quando vem da sua boca"

Beat Star Beat

tHrEEaToNeTiME!

1 (difficulty at the beginning): ITALY
SEVENTY WEEKS ARE DECREED
Every day on a grind
Loosing my hoe
On sight I got no other bae with me
I think I wanna cry and die in this  city Rome
Only enemies in my head
I cannot even listen to your shit
Bad
Bad bitch on a trick track
You want to flick and flip my head
But you can’t
Because you weren’t there when I was alone
Jailing Mayors with my microphone
Hacking motherfuckers on my road back home
Asshole
Asshole what the fuck you want now
You wanna f with me
You cannot even f with my little homies
in the desert of the sixxx 
666
Dead
Yeah, give me a head
And then there
Back wherever you came from
I do not even know your name
Through my head you only spin like a
Through my head you only spin like a
Through my head you only spin like a chick chick chick
This is the name bae
Because you weren’t there for your hood 
Nor for your own religion
I think I’m gonna die you
With all those that wanna come against me
Or my group
(Against the hood)
#FEDAYN on the ride
Stupid motherfuck I think you really gotta die tonight, yeah
What do you want
And what are you going to do
And then
Where do you want to go
What are you going to do now?
Bitch
Do you want to fuck with me?
With the police?
And with the crips and the bloods?
And then what else?
I’ve got no other verse in my head
Stupid chick
You’re gay Ghali, uh
Do you want to suck some dick?
This is the new shit
This is my fucking refrain in the head
Like a chorus
Like a chore
Like a last verse, last 
Final sutra for my boys
New book for the United
And you ain’t there mae
Stupid chick, you gay Ghali uh
You want to suck some dick
Stupid chick, you’re gay 
You want to suck some
Biatch 
You want to fuck
Bitch
Stupid chick you’re gay, Ghali
Bitch
Bitch bitch
You’re gay Ghali

written by dario garofalo
produced by raspo
mastered by crackhead
vocal mixing by crackhead

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Thriller - Trap Beat

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