Need To Be

New 704 collab from Charlotte rappers King D Mr. Perfect & Avokid

Back Outside feat. Avokid (Produced by King D Mr. Perfect)

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SONG LYRICS ⬇️

We built a world, brick by brick, a love that burned so damn bright
We used to walk hand in hand, 
Sunshine in your smile, you were everything it seemed? That was false
No need to hold up, baby, gotta face the truth that i swear
Your favourite song on the radio, no longer makes me cry
Found a rhythm within my soul, a sparkle in my eye
Empty spaces filled them with laughter, kinda different light
Silence speaks volumes, you ain't never pickin' up on me girl
All I know tables are turning, my hearts frozen and bridges burning
Sunshine peeks through the clouds, a flicker of hope re-appears
Smiling faces fill my days, chasing away all the fears
but sometimes when I’m alone, a single tear appears
But for now, I'll hold these feelings, in the corners of my soul
Just a reminder of the lie, the love that wouldn't stay
Fake smiles and empty promises, a house of cards that we built
Mixed emotions fade to grey, like the whispers in the night

Found a new melody, a rhythm light and free
But your ghost dances in the shadows, a haunting memory
Head says goodbye forever, but my heart whispers "maybe"
Still got mixed emotions, a bittersweet symphony

Eeny meeny miny moe 
Catch this hoe right by her throat
Got the thorns, fuck the roses
I hope my gun doesn't jam, Can’t control my rage
HELL I’m the devils blade
All these pills in my face got me leanin’ for days
 
See my body in the grave, my heart is in the cage
last I looked in the mirror, I saw a couple tears
of course I’m going insane, ain’t one for the bait
 
If you know me trauma bound, been around me demons lurking 
Yeah I’m cold, been out searching 
Body on body put the pussy on a plate
You’re my bitch for the eve, not a bitch for keeps
These bitches breakin’ my sanity
A bittersweet symphony, a story left and untold 
Not tonight or tomorrow 
 
M3, don’t be a hero, this ain’t no movie
don’t you dare, its over time in the ends
Sunshine warm upon my pretty face, the future's lookin' so clear
My heart's a closed fortress now, no room for you to go hide

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"A Bittersweet Symphony" weaves a poignant narrative of a love that once burned brightly but ultimately crumbled. The lyrics reflect on the evolution of emotions from heartbreak and betrayal to newfound hope and resilience. The protagonist faces the harsh reality of a relationship built on false promises, yet finds solace in personal growth and the discovery of a new rhythm in life. Despite moments of lingering sadness and haunted memories, the song captures the essence of moving forward, leaving behind a bittersweet symphony of emotions that resonate in the depths of the soul. The lyrics touch on themes of self-discovery, overcoming pain, and the complexity of emotions in the aftermath of a love that couldn't endure.

A Bittersweet Symphony

Written By: Michael Conover

“I got time today pussy”

Get on my level
Get on my level 

These mother fuckers still actin’ tough (bitch)
Sit back and watch me fuck your bitch in her gut 
Real dope boy with a couple truck nuts 
Treat ‘em like some hoes why cause they ass some sluts (slut)

Speak to me the wrong way, your ass gon’ get cut 
You been stuck in a rut, I been kept it clutch (clutch)
Think I’m talkin’ tough, really I don’t give a fuck (mother fucker)
Pop back boom let the .38 crunch

Get on my level
Get on my level
Bitch!

Keep it quiet 
Hush, hush lil’ punk (pussy)
Leave you in my body bag dead in the trunk (trunk)
You can try to speak to me, but watch your tone 'Cause one wrong move and your body is gone 

I don’t take shit from no one, that’s a fact 
I keep it classy while y’all actin’ whack (whack pussy)
Put your ass in place like a mother fucking thumbtack 
Pop you like a pimple, bitch I don’t really give a shit 
Cut your fucking face off, leave your body in the ditch 
Down here in hell, get your wig split (suck a dick)

You’ve been talkin’ big but can’t back it up 
Out here hustlin’ yes bitch stay stackin’ up (pussy)
What?

These mother fuckers still actin’ tough (bitch)
Sit back and watch me fuck your bitch in her gut 
Real dope boy with a couple truck nuts (ah)
Treat ‘em like some hoes why cause they ass some sluts (slut)

Speak to me the wrong way, your ass gon’ get cut 
You been stuck in a rut, I been kept it clutch (ah)
Think I’m talkin’ tough, really I don’t give a fuck (mother fucker)
Pop back boom let the .38 crunch

Get On My Level (Prod. Ricky Conover & Hocii808)

Pizzy-Piz_Cake Up Music Video:https://youtu.be/FGQ3Q_IqRas?si=bbmrIeBcIB9X68MK

This song was written,produced and engineered by Pizzy-Piz


Cake Up

-That Part Lyrics -

-Intro -

yea

big mothafuckin hooly
know how the fuck we slummin
(slummin slummin slummin)
yeahhhh
(car skirting sfx)

-HK-

SRTS
Hellcats
Trackhawks
(trackhawks)
(skrt skrt)

big sticks
red beams
mask off
(Mask off)

only speakin guapanese
bag talk
(breeshyyy)

in other words we gettin money nigga

- Verse 1 -
 
quarterback the play
like tom brady in the nfl
(flippin)

potent with this dope
100 killos wrapped up on the scale
(whip)
(whip)

shawty pure as coke
got her spiffy in coco chanel
(listen)

fire wit the pen
but off the head
a hooly raising hell
(ahhhhhh)

muddy runneth over
bitch im sippin out the holy grail
(sippin)
(sippin)

hoes think im a genius
bitch i probly coulda went to yale
(probly)

last nigga crossed me got em nailed
heard he aint doing well
(facts)

headshot left em deaf (GLT)
lightsout
readin braille

weirdly odd
kiss the log
imma superstar (bling)
got these diamonds dancing
like a hooly went to Julliard

make it clap encore baby
do applaud 
hit it raw
break her walls
waterfalls 
boogie board

-Hk-

SRTS
Hellcats
Trackhawks
(trackhawks)
(skrt skrt)

big sticks
red beams
mask off
(Mask off)

only speakin guapanese
bag talk
(breeshyyy)

in other words we gettin money nigga
That part
(gettin money nigga)

That part
(That part)

That part

in other words we gettin money nigga
That part
(breeshyyyy)

That part
(That part)

That part

in other words we gettin money nigga
(gettin money nigga)

- Verse 2 -

no time for these bitches
imma runner
imma trackstar

hooly armed and dangerous
with a chopper in a blackhawk

push my buttons nigga
rewind 
fastford

jetson
space dog
elroy
blast off

trendsetter
bigsteppa 
stand ten toes
(ten toes)

necksweater
bobsledder
im too cold
(too cold)

fresh foreal
ask hov (what)
change clothes

flipmode
get low
sturdy when i busta move

hooly bred to go
i up the pole 
lose ya soul

diamond chain from Elliot
lil missy rid to
lose control

shonuff
got the glow

god mode
derick rose

nine
sneeze
runny nose
filled with holes
yeezy clothes
(ahh haa)

-Hk-

SRTS
Hellcats
Trackhawks
(trackhawks)
(skrt skrt)

big sticks
red beams
mask off
(Mask off)

only speakin guapanese
bag talk
(breeshyyy)

in other words we gettin money nigga
That part
(gettin money getting money nigga)

That part
(That part)

That part

in other words we gettin money nigga
That part
(breeshyyyy)

That part
(That part)

That part


in other words we gettin money nigga
(we gettin money nigga)
(ya ya ya ya ya)

(SLUMMIN x7)

-outro-
big mothafuckin hooly
fuck they talkin bout
you slaw
(stupid lame as weirdooo)

Video

NHTG - THAT PART

Written Produced and Performed by Mike Large
Mixed and Mastered by Art from Vybes Music Studio

The New Resistance

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[YOUTUBE LINK - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fqQ33yyNpU ] Back with another feature and it's super chill. Bro @Lomzi Gabela did his thing & we have more on the way that I made the beat for! Listen to more of the young veteran @ https://soundcloud.com/lomzi-gabela/tracks - Lomzi Gabela & Sic Boi Maco's Shadow (A.K.A. Grim Jones) - "So What." [prod. @Huston Beats] Lyrics:(Lomzi:) 
And if I put 100 rands in a Grammy cup
Holla back to my lames like wussup to ya'll
If I told Ma we on the lane to go make some bucks
And I'm like so what? So what?

Small kid with a big dream
Fall deep into these schemes 
Night feeding my energy 
I remember at KFC
Radio, playing some Snoop Dogg
Knew I felt like I'm Rudolph 
Who knew that was my true calling
Writing these bars for the troop squads
You must live under Rocks
Looking to get me a shot 
Out of the window I saw
Somebody sit with a cup
Barely could even stand up
I sit in the car, 
Feeling the music go hard
Thinking how can I get up
When everyone down
Tell em to look at me now 
I'm thanking the people I know
I'm thanking them now
Back when I felt like I'm dope
Back when it felt like it's hard
To turn it around
To something that is worth gold
Diamond emerge from the ground
To move all the hope
Into all the people in town
And bring it around 
Like they never ever did know
They never ever did know
We changing the sound
We changing it like, now

(maco's shadow AKA grim jones)
Me & Lomzi we changin it up
how do you not see satan? it's suss
but it's all good i pray that i'm up
i was dead broke now we makin them bucks
comin weigh up ya we offa bean
couple a them gettin tossed in my drink
f*cked in the head i'm like fawk what you think
i was getting clean had the drugs in the sink
what do you think? shawty come over
my cat came up with the doja
me and my cats all puff on the corner [puffin a coner]
i can't feel you like i was stuck in a coma
i been stuck in my zone uh, ya i just be a loner
so what we gonna do? gettin sick of this shit
gonna hop on a plane take a trip off a hit
baby be fuégø she lit as a Bic
Yellow Brick Road i been sniffin a brick
bricked up yah she feelin me now
steal the show i steal the crowd
living a life that you dreaming about
drop a lil quick rhyme scheme then i'm out
(Lomzi)
And if I put 100 rands in a Grammy cup
Holla back to my lames like wussup to ya'll
If I told Ma we on the lane to go make some bucks
And I'm like so what? So what? X2

LOMZI GABELA & MACO'S SHADOW "SO WHAT" [prod. Huston Beats]

In Or Out (Prod. Rubbish)

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