Sunny Side

Life Imitates Art

Sunny Side prod. Just Dan

Looking Back

Nevermind

Better Call Saul

Do Not Repeat

Middle Finger Up (Prod. Rawz)

*****G-FUNK/R'N'B*****

♫♪♫└A FUNKY CALI BABY♫♪♫

(*$*)Real G-Funk & Gangsta Dope(*$*)

L.A/Bay Area Representz 

CALI BOUNCE HOMIE

Sly Boogy It's Nuthin' (OGFUNKWEST Remix)

Relegated, delegated, I think I should be Celebrated, long awaited, it's a masterpiece Segregated, serenaded, whistle in these streets Aggravated, calculated, leave it to me Elevated, meditated, I don't need the peace Demonstrated, detonate it, every time I speak Innovated, renovated, carved it out of grief Validated, never faded—bury me in beats


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[Hook – “Declaration” Part A] This a declaration, fuck your federation And I'm about to play to keep This a donation, home invasion I'm ahead by bounds and leaps Eternal damnation, a cremation You should look down at your feet My location, no salvation You can't claim to be from The Creek

[Hook – Part B] This a declaration, fuck your federation I just want to get some sleep This a donation, home invasion And can you get the irony? Eternal damnation, a cremation And there's no way you should speak location at the space station You can't claim to be from The Creek


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[Verse 1 – “No Grace”] Some days I wear a mask But you can see my face I can speak too fast you should know your place And if I'm looking past Just know I have no grace For anything that's whack My mind goes into a race But let me stay on track So I can disappear without a trace Like Pac-Man, I'm a ghost I'll ditch during an important toast Don't look at me I'd rather be The one doing the most The one joking at the roast Shout out to Red Fish, shout out to Coast If I did it all again, I wouldn't be so close It’s a super-sized, surprise that led to my agonized demise


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[Hook – Repeat Full Version (A + B)] This a declaration, fuck your federation And I'm about to play to keep This a donation, home invasion I'm ahead by bounds and leaps Eternal damnation, a cremation You should look down at your feet My location, no salvation You can't claim to be from Dawson Creek This a declaration, fuck your federation I just want to get some sleep This a donation, home invasion And can you get the irony? Eternal damnation, a cremation And there's no way you should speak My location is at the space station You can't claim to be from Dawson Creek


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[Verse 2 – “Brass Rings”] So now I'm Frank Sinatra, but I feel more like Dean Sometimes when it's too much I get offensive and mean This is what I've always dreamed of, I'm living the dream Blessings look different for everyone and their team But now I'm getting tired, I think I deserve the rest If anyone asks who can spit bars, tell them I'm the best And if I'm moving mountains daily, I need to confess Forget me not in every line—collecting brass rings, don't care for the rest

Declaration

Lyrics:

I remember as a child I thought life would be sweet,
Growing up would be great, my job would be neat,
I’d find so many people that I would meet,
And each one I would always keep,
I thought I’d reach many, and many would reach me,
I thought I’d teach plenty and plenty would teach me,
I thought I’d be ready, the world is for me,
I thought when I’m twenty, I’ll finally be free,
But what we think and what we get are different,
Look at families in Sudan suffering,
Look at men escaping war through a desert,
Look at the child who died because of oppressors,
So who am I to complain that life was tough,
I’m pretty sure I’m living a dream to some,
So why do I still feel down a bunch,
Why do I still resent your touch,
See I’m sure I’ve been burned but my worth has been turned,
From a worm to a bird, from a child that was spurned,
To a man who’s deserved,
Worse than he got, or maybe better than expected,
The sword is powerful but the pen is my weapon,
I hope what I write has a positive message,
I write these bars in hopes to unlock truth,
But art can’t save it can only reflect you,

I find my voice in these rhythms,
But I’m still spitting bars from behind a prison booth,
If you take a peek within,
You might see me too,
Everybody got some poetry within em,
I’m just tryna give some,
Moment to moment and day by day
I’m just tryna live some,

For My Brothers and Sisters (Prod. by ARVM Beats)

“Steve McQueen” is a high-octane anthem about breaking free from anything holding you back. Fueled by gritty beats and rebellious energy, it channels the spirit of a daring escape, blending cinematic storytelling with raw street hustle. Turn it up and ride out.

Steve McQueen

Smokah - Anotha Day In Tha Bay

Soul sample type beat

Hell on Earth Instrumental - Mobb Deep

Friday Tha Jynx is a Canadian hip-hop artist blending raw lyricism with emotional depth. Known for turning real-life struggles into powerful storytelling, Jynx brings introspection, grit, and West Coast energy to every track. His latest album, Sunny Side, showcases resilience through smooth flows and sharp bars, gaining over 1,500 streams and 1,000 listeners in its first week. With a sound rooted in honesty and crafted for connection, Friday Tha Jynx is carving out his own lane in independent hip-hop.

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