Lyrics: Nobody can come for my neck until you’ve experienced my experience, used to be so fucking broke that I wore hand out clothes and only shopped in clearance, my girl was stolen, I’ve been alone in my feelings, making bare songs just to calm my spirit, livers too fucked so I can’t drink spirits, not gonna live long man I feel it, so I’m making a name for myself while I can, clarting the pen, staying true to myself, when I was down nobody helped but I got up myself, call me a real G, but im not an OG, the only other G that’s real is the one that’s coming in cash

all of you guys that rap, cap, more than a stand that sells hats, or, more than a man that writes stories about cats in hats, you wanna bump shit that’s real but you’re tuning into fairy tales, you believe everything you hear even though they can’t lie very well, I’m a lion, tear this beat apart, I’m a tin man, chop this beat apart, im a scarecrow go dummy on this beat like I’m missing a brain but I assure you that I’m not, these MCs are witches watch me melt them all with my bars, I’ll gun a fuckboy down and give a crack head the keys to your car

you’re not above me or on par, you’re 6 feet under I’m a star, the only thing that’s twinkling is the gold I used to plate my bars, your flow is copper a moldy green, your flow is bronze haven’t grown like me, my flow is platinum, shiny and pretty while stomping a rapper that’s capping, this place is a bluefield like a sea and I am the captain, all these MCs are capsizing from my flow, one serious diss from me could turn a score 5-0, floor any MC I know, except nitropic and codeine papi cause they’re my bros

Sage Riddim

Lyrics: Crazy you got robbed in my ends, sad your growth spurt has hit its end but let’s be real you were always stunting for clout, steady sweating bullets like you’re in a drought, cah it’s night time, and I’m shining now, you made fans sick so IM rhyming now, surprised you’re even a rapper, you’re too occupied grabbing sweaty men, I’m a writer not a fighter but trust I’ll stab you with this pen, and like a dab you’ll get the smoke, punch Joey  in his fucking throat, maybe the pain will keep him from chowing, and he’ll lose a few pounds, this is a challenge Joey let’s go a few rounds, just like, old times sake, but I’ll grab Joey and throw him in a lake, and trust me no matter how much business you sent, McRonald isn’t saving him, not even a clown is helping man, somebody give the kid a helping hand, he’s a likkle man, thinking he can flow through man but I’m a fucking dam, you’re not flowing anymore than you’re growing, you cant even spit cold while it’s snowing, I’m clearly joking, your career is choking, I’m running rounds you’re poking, treat you like roadkill get to poking, Joey sees roadkill gets to stroking, Joey breathes nicotine manna smoking bare, cancer is in the air, I never knew it hit heads but it’s in your hair, like cheap socks you’re wear and tear, I shouldn’t mention the skids in your underwear, put him on tee that’s petty wear, he’s got food drops all over his jeans, can’t clash me even in your dreams, end Joey his career is meme, hasn’t matured past age 13, grimey lyrics and the flows dirty but I’ll wash an MC like a laundromat, clash me nah you don’t wanna do that, smack a kangaroo back to his mother, you were only hot shit when you were my little brother, I’m the boogeyman got Joey hiding in the covers, it’s a bloody crime scene, body dead in the covers

Fuck Kangaroos (boomer too frosty send)

Lyrics: I’m off a Percocet talking like an onomatopoeia, saying “blah blah blah blah” my vision dark I’m barely seeing ya, addicted to my rhymes like you’re starving so I’m feeding ya, I’ve watched you through your walls your whole life it’s nice meeting ya, half an ounce inside my nose I’m bleeding out my papillary, purple got me talking scary, smoking pot not talking harry, smoking pot I’ll pop a pussy like a fucking cherry, smoking pot this spliff is made from kief and sour lemon cherry, bars acidic like it’s citrus but my flow sweet like blackberry, studying the dictionary infinite vocabulary, infinite skill my bars are heat like flint and steel, I’m in the studio talking til I get signed a record deal, studio talking like I got the mix and started whipping mills, by the way I’m talking crack I’m not talking about no meals, by the way I’m off a stack of suboxone in my feels, by the way I got a stack of watches timeless in the fields

Sages of Suboxone feat Nitropic (prod. Eyezeck)

Lyrics: 2023, February 14th, on my own, all alone, I share my throne with only me. 2nd year that my girlfriend was put into the pen, can’t take the stress, so I took my thoughts and put them to my pen, don’t need no friends, fuck a Ross or Phoebe don’t want blokes in my lenses, if you approach me grandiosely I’ll show your life is inexpensive, used to skip high school so my music had great attendance, listen closely to the words I speak, true beauty requires attention, I’ve been writing for some time and soon comes my ascension, I will rise above the lines, head guarded from the tension, no more snakes inside my mentions, my knowledge is extensive, I’m the teacher, all these other fools are stuck inside detention. With the same bars about their Glock 19 with its extension. If you think that’s all music is then you have tunnel vision, or you’re trapped under a cave, or your brain was cut with surgical precision, it’s a miracle such insolence can go on still existing, like a phoenix from the ashes of trash, raps greatest treasure has arisen, when I fall, the whole world will fall into a cataclysm, I’m both cursed and truly gifted, I’ve arrived to the music scene it’s time that I shall fix it

Valentine Riddim

My dream is to be a famous rapper. I’ve been making music for years now but I’ve just started to record them. I do breathing exercises for hours a day and write from when I’m awake to when I’m asleep so I appreciate all who listen and support me