REQUIEM (feat StephCrompton) [prod by Macaroni]

Babyxsosa- Free (prod. Warpstr)

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Lyrics:

Yeah, Boxers Or Bra? Huh? Which one is it? I know.

There’s a picture of Canibus, I’m not talking the substance, I rather mean the rapper. Gather what ya seen from the cover, is it laughter? Cause it was so obvious after seeing it? Am I just a lust yapper, tryna believe in shit that ya gotta be naive to not see clearly, yet. I get so defensive, knowing I am right, those ain’t boxers, those bra, my nose could sniff it out, if there doubt, I’ll just thrust in my “you should be trustin’ me, no question!” spree of tryna make you believe, but it ain’t a bra, maybe say we could use magic like “TA-DAH!” or imagination to ramage wild through the nation, what you see is the false, toss that shit across, the room, KA-BOOM! What you see ain’t that, I paint at a diff’ view, if you still will miff, screw you, go through hell and never return, I’m fucking sure for sure these ain’t boxers, the jokes is on you, I been through group chat grief o’vo’ defending my stance, they ain’t even pending a chance, just demanding my trance of ill will be gone, but what the fuck … I’m right, no slow dim sight. It’s HIM, aight? A Hype, and Canibus wears a bra, there’s a star in the making, from the jaw he be breaking rhymes by syllables, while his style is inclusive, fuck the ridicules, he be feeling fools, that just give ‘em more reas’, to do as he please, you want a pure squeeze of my emotion, my devotion for equality is all love, to haters, I shove. Debaters, just ain’t seeing right, like how ‘Bis wears a bra each and every night. I preach and levy heavy fight, in the bra community, my unity can’t be fucked wit’, impunity. Canibus, no box, also no locs, mother fucker bald as shit, I called what I see and how now it be, this is what ya get for not seeing an angle correctly. Ya dangle ya mangle view to misconstrue, but I sure checked the pic and that shit ain’t cover over his dick. He got no boobs, but he gotta bra. We shot no nudes, but we know it true. Thanks for letting me show to you the truth, we through the roof with material, A Hype is the imperial.

Boxers Or Bra? (Prod. ticox)

Lyrics that are mostly accurate but not 100% tbh:

When I chew those Starbursts, I’m way up on vacation. Up past the stratosphere, welcome to my Space Station. And there’s a race datin’ back to the origins, of man kind, who can find the span I’m on, c’mon I’m Neil Armstrong, first step, a big time, the gig I’m in I emburse prep into, yep. Collecting data in my brain’s storage bins, to spit out and solve any given solution, we living in confusion, but Hype is here, the type of peer to stay ripe and clear, A Hype is here, yeah. Space Station where ya find me. A place where hatin’ is behind me. I face the matin’ game up on Earth. Too ugly and lame to birth. But here I can plant my seeds. That dear to my heart indeed. What clear is my rant of greeds. I myself can fall too, so heed. To shelf the ball big mentality. If we talking big head. Now then there’s a nuance, cause I know I got this yo, and my soul is hotness through, all the cold, y’all so bold maybe in your thinking. But what you really doing, pursing. Maybe drinking, I’m dunking, I do the latter, no bladder, explode, I get spelunking to the next mode. Gotta search the fucking underground, be careful who you side and ride wit’, it aight to hide shit. Cause right when you trust, that lust is turned to dust, thus us must know this. Yes, when I chew, it then I flew, up to the heights, wassup wit’ them slights? I’m above the rim wit’ flights, can’t show no love from here. I ascended, way past lended, I’m fucking staying here, praying there on Earth you find your true worth. I have Starbursts for supply, your worsts somebody’s highs, so do or die can be a blessing, the lesson is you still breathing, I wanna save you all, pave you all a road from kill grieving. Toward the terror, here is a big “FUCK YOU!”, and I guess that stress still will send a chill, end a thrill, but my friend until we see change, shit gon’ be on strange, fo’ eons in this game, oh, my station starting to tame, departing it lane, quick! Stick this down ya throat, float back to mine peace and sanity, this shit litty up in space, if only I could then be here forever, ever, ever. Sever the ties of these fucking lies, stay at play, clever tries for youth to never dies. The truth I hides, abides by inspiration, that I need just as much, such touch of dedication. I preach and teach, I need to feed through these and reach. Capeesh? But you just wanna hear me sappy happy. So fuck it, the Space Station, the pace settin’, the trace of gettin’ every face we hittin’ wit’in wit’ love, now taste sensation.

Space Station (Prod. Reed Kanero)

helena covered black beatles by rae sremmurd

Ulissea

Earnin

Understand

OG beat Dead Inside Dark Outside prod. F1lthy & Whitearmor

Dumb Stoner Boy (I’ll Be Fine) — King Smoke

Nothing On Me Prod. Mike Turtle

THANK YOU BANGERFEST FOR HAVING ME!
SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO BECK FOR REACHING OUT TO ME AND THANK YOU BEG! FOR EVERYTHING AS WELL
THANK YOU ALSO TO BEN, BIG MIKE, BRODY FUNK AND TRAPHOUSE FOR HELPING IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER WITH THE MIX. ESPECIALLY BEN.
ANOTHER THANK YOU TO MY S/O ALLY FOR THE FINAL LINE OF THE MIX.

TRACKLIST:
1. BEN INTRO
2. HOPOUT. x FATHER STRETCH MY HANDS
3. AMONGST THE DEAD BANGER MIXX
4. UTAH JAZZ x JIZZ x WHATS POPPIN
5. LIKE A MARTIAN x YESTERDAY
6. ELMO FREESTYLE x MAD
7. DETROIT SAFE HAVEN BANGER MIXX
8. STUPID TEENS BANGER MIXX
9. MEMPHIS MIXX1
(GRAB MY MASK x ST. HELENS x DEVIL SHIT)
10. ALLY OUTRO

REQUIEM (feat StephCrompton) [prod by Macaroni]

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