Not A Single

d a r k STOUT

H a l l o w e d
N    9    N    E
Prod. Pota 
Album Artwork: Pota
Eyeball: Pota's left eye

FADED [POTA X JLUTT]

The Cartoon Version of GODZiLLA

H9 FREESTYLE PT. 2 - AMOD, POTA. (PROD. POTA)

Everybody is on this shit,
written by: AMOD, POTA, JLUTT, DOM, BRAD
produced by: POTA
Cover art by: POTA
hallowedN9NE

24 Hours [AMOD x POTA x JLUTT x DOM x ScumBRAD]

Motivation (Fuck You)

I Go Off [Prod. | DJBLUNTGOD | & | POTA| ]

Temp outsides 29 so there's ice
skin temp like 98 degrees full of life
but my mind 451 so I’m burning paper 
lungs function on another level
since I got faded 

White lies, saliva, drip out her lips
while hips pop, the back drop, is head boards 
bored heads snore or contort to the floor 
the gore starts dripping, 
get my head into position

If its itching then I scratch it 
leave you contemplating passion
as if any of it was to make you happy

Morals failing badly as we catch up on the patio 
battles don’t stop 
just cause you called the cops 

Just cause you got the body of a fox
doesn’t mean you’re not a lying (lion) bitch 
trying to be civilized in the wild is 
like trying to convince Gomer Pile 
just to give his loaded rifle
to the gunnery srgt without a fight 
(look it up)

Without a light we’re lost
can’t fight through the night I’m tossed
aim right out the sights, 6 shots (of whiskey)
I fear for the life I’ve lost

Hindsight ain’t the right way to go 
still got time to stand up and fight for what I love
tryna be the one that like what I does
finna be king of pop like Mike (Jackson) with the glove 

Visiting the catacombs of visual 
past the Matterhorn of individuals
corny cornucopia of spirituals 
if you talk their hearing you 
spaceship make it near to you
aliens in space can prolly pick up on the fear you feel

Fear all of your feelings 
cause you don’t know what the deal is
you don’t know what real is
caught in this surrealness
fever pitched from walking on your peers
while you’re thinking by the pier
like Why am I here
does it matter? it appears 

[McLuhan Intermission]  The Trap

Life goals, driven like maserati (vroom)
yeah we kicking like king of karate (hiyaaaa)
master simile maker take you an safari 
while I’m on safari, private browsing

Your carotid artery (slit)
you’ll die for the martyrdom 
murdered them in daylight
still won’t cry for them

still won’t fight for ya
i got my warriors picked
My god you’re worms in the pink
stuck in the mud, you probably stink

I float like hot air balloons 
my shit be lit
enlightened , 
walking with you baboons
why you babbling?
fight songs in the air catch fat fist 
catfish catch a fat dick from this

Pray to one, pray to none, pray for me,
all the suckers taking time its all make believe 
created solace for you to find the weak
plus a break like 1 day a week

I’m not a savage this the sabbath 
I’m rabid rabbit,
avid rapper out of habit,
happy to make a racket 
chestnut casket, silk crimson padding
all this time hiding in the attic

Aspiring addict, life my vice
decide to have it, I got nine
save your advice, 
I'm fantastic, trash the hotel,
get kicked out it
drive of in an Audi 
prolly ubered

spent my advance at the bar, still super,
scheme on the low like hoover
that why y’all damned like hoover
I’m not a hooper but I’m ballin on your mother 
while she sucks me like a hoover

certified h-vac, intact, spreading the havoc in fact
I’m just rapped in a mask
sipping a flask full of blacked
cash from taxes that I got back 
fill the cracks in the walls of my wrath

[Marshall Mcluhan Outro]

rap

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