Credits from:
Tavares Scott (lil kyo XR) [producer, writer, vocals, engineer]
Threezus (Jack Lightyear) [vocals]
Laura Dia [vocals]
J.P [Jeremy P.] (producer; vocals)
Melvin B. (instrumentalist)
Ada Chen (instrumentalist)
Xander London (Sebastian London)
[vocals, engineer, creative director]
Michaela (instrumentalist, vocals)
Adji (Adrian A.) (vocals)
Zeitgeist13 *producer*
Planit Earf Music (producer)
Zanief Washington (vocals)
Rikan Dontella (vocals)
Jayvon Donnel (vocals)
Ammar (instrumentalist)
Dianati (producer)
Kahlan (Kendra W.) (vocals)
Chris Carr (producer)
Leo Chen (vocalist)
Brandon Cortez (producer)
James Cronier (master)

GOKYO!

Yea
Top down, drop the roof off
Crash bandicoot fruit power the uber
Nintendo 64 handles just when I swerve vandals
Twitter talking with niggas still tryna to get canceled
(Sheesh!)
Leo left the crib all in good spirits
Marketing music for the boy, man fuck his parents (fuck em!)
Mixing all day got me zoning out
Drums hit loud, lil kyo vibe okinawa
Drax bout to drop a project, man that shit show promise
Sorry if I said that shit in rap if that shit was private
Elevated status, materialism, vacant assests
Don't judge myself on the value of my money absence
Just judge myself on momentum of my success plastered
Feel more just to deal more (yea!)
Scrapped tapes 
Billboards off a stillborn
Wage war for my niggas I would kill for
Chill, boy 

Diamonds rough unless you buff em up
Wax em down
Cut the fat
Semi relax
Now send me the cash
Split checks around here like half and half
No cup of joe
A brother knows that brethen is gold
Death is better envogue
Been on my own since 7 years old
Packing a stone to sling at niggas who acting too bold
And chose Goliath to get slayed by the littlest nigga running through projects

cholo freestyle [tktk 2 demo. 166.106 1.30.22.] (prod. by tane & tamuz dolev)

Yea (brr)
Yea (ayo, ayo)
Ah!
(Brr, ayo)
Yea, you already know I gotta do it
Yea, uh
Yea

Had me out here still looking for moms dukes up on the boulevard
Ducking strangers, still moving sharp
Metro pcx debit card, man, my phone won't water charge
Madison pizza charge a bit but fuck, I'm sorta starved
Hit chicken joe's for the free deli and conversation
With niggas who work a 9-5 up on a daily basis
Nino on the fryer, Action Bronson playlisted up from frat John
Ava in the back like where the mac sauce?
Yea
Morgan, Abbie double shifting
Girls at the front desk
Shots in the back, alcohol spilling like who drinking next?
Xan hit the line like where you at jit?
I'm at the spot
Say no more, I'm bout to step in
I'm up the block
Braids swing like playground things
Nikes orange zit cream
Hoodie I stole from Abbie, sweats off a bean
Performance in a min
Please get my boy jp some free eats
I need a chicken piece please times 4
Maybe some mac nugs and grabbed a sprite out the door
I tip a 5 but niggas hand it back like nigga you good
Yea
I'm like my nigga are you sure that you're sure
Man, they all fucking love me, shit who's keeping the score
Yea
Man, I don't wanna go there
Shout out Alondra tho but she don't even work there
Shout out to my nigga Jayson with the vans and the dope hair
Shout out everybody at chicken joe's, cuz the throat there, ah!
Ou!
(Shit, we all know I'm the store crack head, nigga, fuck is you talking about)

Yea
Yea mhm
Yea
Yea

Won't say it's a helluva vibe
Na na na na
Saying it's a helluva night
Na na na na
Same, it's a helluva vibe
Na na na na
Same, it's a helluva vibe
Yea
Na na na na
Na na na na na na

And get high, baby you know what's up
Baby get high, man you know what's up
Baby get high, man you know what's up
Baby get high, man you know what's up

chicken joe shenanigans

Aye yea
Huh
Aye yea
Huh
Aye yea
Huh
Aye yea
Huh
Aye yea
Huh
Aye yea
Huh
Aye yea

We get high, we get drunk, we want more from our friends
Don't mind, that I'm off, distorted and tense
Seek God but find love in the core of our sins
Might die if I fall, for these girls and they tempt

Get high, we get drunk, we want more from our friends
Don't mind, that I'm off, distorted and tense
Seek God but find love in the core of our sins
Might die if I fall, for these girls if they tempt me now

Best friend new girl got the v, drive in silence
Whip the color of the Caucus Islands
Illuminescent lights steady dim the side spins
Driving way too fast without a license
She don't even like me, that's besides me
Gotta grow to love niggas tho and they side piece
4 walls crowd my judgement from the right things
Cannabis tint the windows with smoke and ivy woah
(Oh yea)
Drink it until you find me woah
Mud pies when we hit the skrrt
Check around the corner, hit the skrrt
Death around the corner, skrrt
Ain't no time to mourn, I'm hurt
Peas of a pod, see God in the back of a moving white
Black slush
Lights beam like Kamehameha
Eyes feel like mactrucks moving it up

We get high, we get drunk, we want more from our friends
Don't mind, that I'm off, distorted and tense
Seek God but find love in the core of our sins
Might die if I fall, for these girls and they tempt

Get high, we get drunk, we want more from our friends
Don't mind, that I'm off, distorted and tense
Seek God but find love in the core of our sins
Might die if I fall, for these girls if they tempt me now

drive drunk 3000

Produced by Dianati

Aye (Yea yea)
Yea
I don't wanna leave with nobody like yea
Ah ah ah

I don't wanna leave with nobody like yea
Smell like green, a bottle of yea
18 queen, I call her like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
Ex girl fiending for molly like yea
No canteen, I bottle my yea
I am the king of the party like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
Yea (Oh shit)

Yea
All black, all black
Tell shawty hit the max
Why I even gotta ask
16's with the gas
32's with the pass (Yea)
Ex slide wanna trap
Shawty got a newer newer man
Like fuck that, I'm the best on the map
He a lame, Imma tap
In the party, hella ass
Drown sorrows in a mask
Drown sorrows in a mask
Girls love me, I'm a mess
Girls love me, hit the text
Playing checkers, not chess

I don't wanna leave with nobody like yea
Smell like green, a bottle of yea
18 queen, I call her like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
Ex girl fiending for molly like yea
No canteen, I bottle my yea
I am the king of the party like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
I don't wanna leave with nobody like yea
Smell like green, a bottle of yea
18 queen, I call her like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
Ex girl fiending for molly like yea
No canteen, I bottle my yea
I am the king of the party like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
Yea, yea
(Aye)

I can't save you, still say nothing
I'm too drunk right now to say something
Lil kyo, lil kyo, lil kyo is off something
New girls, new wet, it's all discussion
Fuck you and your life, it's all bout money
I got girls who love me from north down to
Kentucky (Yea yea)
Ion't even give a fuck no more bout who you fucking (Who you fucking like)
I'm barely concious so

I don't wanna leave with nobody like yea
Smell like green, a bottle of yea
18 queen, I call her like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
Ex girl fiending for molly like yea
No canteen, I bottle my yea
I am the king of the party like yea (King)
I am the king of the party like yea
I don't wanna leave with nobody like yea
Smell like green, a bottle of yea
18 queen, I call her like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
Ex girl fiending for molly like yea
No canteen, I bottle my yea
I am the king of the party like yea
I am the king of the party like yea
Yea

Yea
(Checking, got me checking, got me checking tonight)
Yea yea yea
(Yea bitch yea)
Aye
Why you checking on me
Hold up lil bitch, why you checking on me
Told me you don't love me, why you checking on me?
Fuck it, why you loving on that nigga on fleek (Fleek)
Yea, yea
Why you checking on me
Stupid lil bitch, why you checking on me?
Said that you don't love me, why you checking on me
Said that you don't love me, why you checking on me
Yea
I got days to go
I'm on a wave, I know
Lil bitch, why you checking on me
Fucking up my head, it's been fucked up for weeks, yea
I got days to go
I'm on a wave, I know
Lil bitch, why you checking on me
Fucking up my head, it's been fucked up for weeks
Yea
(Got me checking, got me checking on mine)

king of the party

Ayo, bring the drinks in
Whatchu say to me (ayo, spin the records)
Party people, this the place to be
Spin the records
Why you looking at me like that, spin the records (hey hey!)
Just spin it, bro
Just spin it 


It's a party in the VIP
It's a party in the VIP
Woah woah 
It's a party in the VIP
it's a party in the VIP
Woah woah 
It's a party in the VIP
It's a party in the VIP
Goddamn 

Slump up in the deep end (Ay, it's type lit)
Slump up in the deep end, wait on me
Slump up in the deep end
Yea 
(do I really have to pay that?) 

It's a party til niggas pass out, no Travis Scott
Cup full of liquor, can you put it on the rocks?
Ice on my pinkie but still settled for some crocs
Dolce and Gabbana dropped up on a thot 
Tell me what's really next?
Niggas talking all internet but let the vibe cool
Don't need police with 9's too, don't mind to
Hold the function down
Spliffs go around town like bubble blowing
You undercutting the finest, potent
Weed smoke still clouding the place up with drink and soda
Vida la loca, locura, a baddie suit up
It's blazing in the 5, so put your coat up
No need for closure
Just get close up
And show me what you really about
She said she fresh outta Cali
Girl, you down for some in-n-out?
I'm not kidding now
And bring your friends around
What's your number
Put your tinder down
And swipe right, the right type if you're feeling down 

It's a party in the VIP
It's a party in the VIP
Woah woah 
It's a party in the VIP
it's a party in the VIP
Woah woah 
It's a party in the VIP
It's a party in the VIP
Goddamn 

Slump up in the deep end
Slump up in the deep end, wait on me
Slump up in the deep end



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I'm sorry, lil kyo has declined to answer your phone message because of quotation
"You are a bitch ass nigga
Huey luey in the face ass nigga
Lil Bill head ass
Stewie Griffin football forehead in the face ass
I'm not picking up for you stupid"
End of quotation 

Goodbye


Give me the phone
I didn't burn it up
Yea, you did 

Ahh, ahh don't touch me
Don't touch me
Ahh!

deep end

Aye
Aye aye aye
Pull the car up
(Brrrah, arriba!)
Yea
Yea yea yea
(You already know we smoking that lala, you know what I'm saying)

Yea
Top down, top down
32's on my yea yea
Top down, top down
Yea
Top down, top down
32's on my yea yea
Top down, top down, top down
Na na na na

Fucking gods out here
Icy
Icy icy
Ya ya ya
You already fucking know
You snow that, nigga
Stop being fucking weird nigga
Fucking weird nigga
You fucked it up

(Goddamn, goddamn)
Aye skrrt
Top down, top down
Riding around in a hoopie like niggas who balling like family dejeweled me
I'm catching a sixteen right outta juvie
12 on tail like nigga you stupid
Them niggas gone shoot me
Yea
Them niggas going One piece Luffy
(Gumu Gumu no!)
Yea
Swerving the bitch with adrenaline
Niggas too nice with the grip, no sentiment
75 on the dash, minimal
Radio blasting, nuclear Eminem
Neo soul while praying to trinity
Am I gonna make it out alive?
Y'all niggas way too high
High

Top down, top down
32's on my yea yea
Top down, top down
Yea
Top down, top down
32's on my yea yea
Top down, top down, top down
Na na na na

top down

Now, this is a story
About a man who lost himself in grief
Death
Happiness
And love
When it's all said and done
We'll realize that we don't have to reach the end as quick as we can
The sun rises on the east
So the moon can shine on the west
And well, that's just it

f(intro)

Yea, yea 
Uh, yea, aye
Uh
Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed (get stupid)
I said fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
(Big booty)
Aye (yea!) 

I feel like Goku
I feel like Goku
In the kichten whipping soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't, uh
Feel like Goku
I feel like Goku
In the kichten whipping up some soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't know you (yea, aye, uh) 

Spending some racks and I'm killing it
Counting my commas and digits in
Piccolo on my celly huh
Blowing up, really ubered it
I put a carrot on wrist again
Kakarot on my wrist, it spin
Give me the money and bitches, man
I got a whole lot of benjamins 

Goku
I feel like Goku
Steady in the kichten whipping soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't know you (whip) 

Yea
Feeling like pan
Yea, Goku, tails on my ass
Super super all in Japan
All my niggas gone fly to Japan
Puffing on nimbus, got smoke in the van
I ain't really smoke but it's second hand
Butter my bread, my gun never jam
Iphone boy but feeling like android
17
Been on the block since like 17
Big body with a 17
Salaam alaikum like I'm Lebanese 
White girls sniffing coco leaves
Big fit like it's ketamine
Ultra instinct, too heavenly
I'm too heavenly yea 

I feel like Goku
I feel like Goku
In the kichten whipping soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't, uh
Feel like Goku
I feel like Goku
In the kichten whipping up some soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't know you 

Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
Yea, get sleezy like a mothafucka
Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
Yea, I get sleezy like a mothafucka
Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
I get sleezy like a mothafucka
Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
Yea yea yea yea


Goku(I feel like)-single

Goku(I feel like)

Days gone
The clock still ticks to 9
9 to 5
I work til my head falls
Days gone
I smoke a cigar in my studio 
So unusual, so unusual 
Yet familiar, it's so close 

Days gone
Days gone, days gone, days gone
Days gone
I smoke a cigar in my studio
Days gone
Days gone, days gone, days gone
9 to 5 
I work til my head falls

(Caught in a daze, caught in a daze)

Days Gone (Smoke A Cigar In The Studio)

Yea (kapow)
Yea (ah)
I can't save her (save her)
Ah ah ah ah ah (perfect)
Yea, I can't save her
Ah ah ah ah ah (you, you, you)
Yea, mhm (kapow)
Yea, mhm
Ah, yea

I've been ducking hoes
Yea, doing what I gotta do, laying low (staying low)
Why these niggas tryna check me
Who they fear the most
If I don't hold it down, man, just kill me though
Do this shit all for
(Run that back)
For my ma til I'm dead and gone (dead and gone)
Yea
Tired of niggas moving like clowns just like they juggle though
Moving on some funny shit
Tryna get my money fix
Flip it for a couple bands
Yea, I got the bam on me
All my niggas in the city, whole fam gone eat
Man, I put that on God
Blessit as a saint from the 5
Man, I'll do it, what's up
Yea, tell these little niggas I'll do it, what's up
Yea, yea
Young nigga, what's up
They wonder why I run the 5
Might lose my mind
You choose or decide, fuck

(Kapow)
Yea, I can't save her
Ah ah ah ah ah (perfect)
Yea, I can't save her (can't save her)
Ah ah ah ah ah (kapow)
I can't save her
Ah ah ah ah ah
Yea, I can't save her
Ah ah ah ah ah

(Perfect)
(You you you)
(You you you)

saint kyo

Yea yea yea yea
Now let the smoke roll up, let the smoke roll up
Baby let the smoke roll up, roll up
And get high for once
(Yea yea) 

Yea, yea
I was in the tints
I was doing what I had to do to still convince
Sending flights, checks over rinsed 
I thought that we hashed that, shawty, for real
Always ten toes but you had me down to 6
Lovely taking all advice from your friends
Why your friend's friends all in my shit?
I told shawty like
Please don't hold me down 

And I swear
I can't abandon my city
I can't abandon my energy, oh oh
You say my heart of gold is cold as stone
I'm better alone, you claim
I feel a way when you say
Please don't hold me down 

Hold me down
Do you really feel that way
(Oh oh oh)
Please don't hold me down

Box 77 (produced by thxk_u x kyo XR)

Ouu ah (ah ah ah)
Ouu ah
Ah
Ouu ah (ah ah ah)
Yea, aye
Yea

Double candle, shh, light it up
They don't have time for us
All my homies like the midas touch
Apartment smell just like it's drying up
TV blaring, put the silencer
Yea (ah ah ah)
I watch adult swim while I'm drifting away
Yea
Drifting, drifting
While I'm drifting away, ah ah

(Drifting, drifting)
Ah ah, drifting away
Mhm, drifting away (ah)
Yea, drifting away
Ah ah, drifting away

Yea
I'm alone
With no one to love
I'm alone
With no one to trust

Swim
Swim
Ah ah ah mhm
Swim
Swim

16. Adult Swim (PT 2)

Aye yea
Huh, oh bet oh bet
I got my wrist tucked
Yea, sha
Uh, sha huh
Yea huh sha huh
Yea huh cha, huh
Yea, huh

Like bet, I got my wrist tucked
Niggas polly pocket watching
Yea, choppy with the rocket
Niggas saying that they got it yea
Not my bestie, kemosabe yea
I've been hotter than osabi yea
Bitch I got my wrist tucked
Commas, spill the breech
Niggas tryna run up on me
Cocaína on my sneaks
Dawson's creek with the fleece
I've been cooking up the beef
Like I got the recipe
Got the piece
Shooting threes

You know I got my wrist tucked
Yea
Oh bet, oh bet, I got my wrist tucked yea
Niggas really pocket watching, keep the rocket
I got my wrist tucked yea
Ah, I got my
I got my yea, yea yea
I got my wrist tucked
Yea
I got my yea
Ahh ahh
Yea

Why these niggas wanna play dumb?
Why they always fiending when I lay it down
Yea
Why these niggas wanna play dumb?
Yea yea
I got my trigger finger bussing out the blick
Out the
Yea
Keep the chrome, keep the piece
Yea yea
Fronting, I frosted my teeth
Niggas be acting like kyo ain't the best in the V
Yea
Yea
Whippin and double the v
Yea, niggas be fronting on me
Yea niggas be fronting on me
I got my, yea
On my
On my bad man
Wrist ragtime
Ye, up on my chi town
Fuck it, it's no cap man
Shooting at your cap, man
Yea
I'm on my bad man

You know I got my wrist tucked
Yea
Oh bet, oh bet, I got my wrist tucked yea
Niggas really pocket watching, keep the rocket
I got my wrist tucked yea
Ah, I got my
I got my yea, yea yea
I got my wrist tucked
Yea
I got my yea
Ahh ahh
Yea

Foo, pew pew
Foo, fah fah

14. Tucked (Timmy)

Took the 905 up to 'nectady, 4 wheel drive (4 wheel drive)
Used to bag girls by the uni just to calm my mind (calm my mind)
My brother Speig was bagging girls on that New York vibe (New York vibe)
Other homies in the circle on that Kun Klux vibe
To my girl, I'm running again (again)
She said she cumming again
24 hours stuck in the crib
Taking pics, forgetting my friends
Bakari said that he couldn't be bothered (couldn't be bothered)
I'm sorry I forgot you
"Man, sad you do this often.."
Often

9. 2019 (MI2) (feat. Abunndance)

Yea, yea
Uh, yea, aye
Uh
Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed (get stupid)
I said fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
(Big booty)
Aye (yea!)

I feel like Goku
I feel like Goku
In the kichten whipping soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't, uh
Feel like Goku
I feel like Goku
In the kichten whipping up some soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't know you (yea, aye, uh)

Spending some racks and I'm killing it
Counting my commas and digits in
Piccolo on my celly huh
Blowing up, really ubered it
I put a carrot on wrist again
Kakarot on my wrist, it spin
Give me the money and bitches, man
I got a whole lot of benjamins

Goku
I feel like Goku
Steady in the kichten whipping soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't know you (whip)

Yea
Feeling like pan
Yea, Goku, tails on my ass
Super super all in Japan
All my niggas gone fly to Japan
Puffing on nimbus, got smoke in the van
I ain't really smoke but it's second hand
Butter my bread, my gun never jam
Iphone boy but feeling like android
17
Been on the block since like 17
Big body with a 17
Salaam alaikum like I'm Lebanese
White girls sniffing coco leaves
Big fit like it's ketamine
Ultra instinct, too heavenly
I'm too heavenly yea

I feel like Goku
I feel like Goku
In the kichten whipping soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't, uh
Feel like Goku
I feel like Goku
In the kichten whipping up some soul food
Lil bitch Ion't know you
Lil bitch Ion't know you

Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
Yea, get sleezy like a mothafucka
Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
Yea, I get sleezy like a mothafucka
Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
I get sleezy like a mothafucka
Fake hoes really get kamehameha'ed
Yea yea yea yea

5. Goku (I Feel Like)

Like
Niggas really been sucking my dick for
For awhile like
It's time to get the woody out your mouth, nigga
No toy story, nigga
(Yea, fuck)
For real (brrat!)
Let's get it started
Yea, look
(Feel this track alright, feel this shit, Lightyear)

Look (fuck these niggas out here)
Look
No Jennings, but I'm winning in the 1st of life
Toy Story 3, no buzz when drinking Coor's light (to infinity!)
Niggas always grilling, but I'm flossing, check the overbite
Professional hater, got they bachelor's degree like overnight
Taking shots at a nigga just like it's over ice
Been back to back like teamwork at these open mics
16 floors, I'm never known to write
I'm the best in the 5, man you know the vibe
Cold sample work by Threezus, you know the beat anemic
Pocket fat, the beat got diabetes, low blood sugar (yea!)
Niggas in my city, got no love for them
Anime niggas, y'all niggas still a dub for it
(Still a dub!)
Yea
I'll roll a one for it (one!)
Why these niggas tryna catch a sub for it (catch a sub)
A foot long in your mouth, why you sucking quotas
Lil boulder, Jared Fogle in my fucking holster
All my hoes superbad, bitch I'm the new McLovin
Hit up Lightyear for the new production, man I knew it's something
Niggas moving mad again
Like you new to frontin
Then dap me up just like we cool or something
Word (word!)
These bitches is really birds
Gokyo the 5th tape, these niggas is on they 3rd
All the chatter from Saratoga is kinda honestly absurd
How your best tape featuring me is one of my worst? (bitch!)
A bottle of Jack with Xan and Mike & Ike's
Backseat blunts with Jack that's rolled by Icy ice
Dave Chappelle money my uncle spending on flights
I'm a pretty lil nigga with dick matched up to size (yea!)
Y'all can't fuck with me
Been in the foster system so long, nobody sonning me
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I wonder what they've done to me
Created a mothafucking monster on a motha ahhh!

Brrat!
Yea!
Ah, ah
Boom boom
Ah ah
Yea!
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me for real

Feel this track alright, feel this shit
(Lightyear!)
Hey, wait. What happened? What happens next? Come on! Let's see the next episode!

4. Backseat Blunt (produced by Jack Lightyear)

(Brrat, brrat, woah!)
Mhm
Mhm mhm (yea!)
Mhm mhm
(Yea, what, yea, what)

Yea
Pressure on these niggas, they want smoke too
Yea, they want all the love, but I don't know you
All these niggas still a dub, what they told you?
Split the chicken with my brothers like it's soul food (woah!)
They gone eat, that's on God (yea!)
Shawty hit the telly, said she feeling the vibe (woah!)
Ten times ten when I'm fucking a dime
Yea, niggas rarely talk when they crossing the line
Yea, big dog status, I'm king of the five, mhm
(Fuck!)

Mhm
Mhm mhm
Mhm mhm
Mhm
Mhm (yea, fuck)
Yea, running thru it
Mhm (yea, fuck)
Mhm mhm (yea, running thru it)
Mhm mhm
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm (yea!)

Yea
I've been on my yea yea
I've been on my woah
Why these niggas tryna check the flow?
Yea, fucking with a girl, kill her ex men like a sentinel
Last tape lack dimension tho
Fuck you, I'm winning tho
I'm the pinnacle
Fuck nigga not original on God
I'm the nigga that these niggas really bump
Been the one since a nigga dropped slump
Yea, fuck, yea fuck!

Mhm
Mhm mhm
Mhm mhm
Mhm
Mhm (yea, fuck)
Yea, running thru it (yea!)
Mhm (yea, fuck)
Mhm mhm (yea, running thru it)
Mhm mhm
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm (yea!)

3. Mhm!

Brrrt!
Yea!
Yo, someone call 9th wonder and tell them niggas
Shout out Speig, for real, that's been my nigga since day one
We was out here really
(Make me smile)
Getting crazy nigga
Like niggas can't even fuck with us, bro!

Yea
They keep asking how I bool this hard
Ten toes on the track, tell em cool it off
Y'all ain't even worth my effort, man y'all blue of heart
Eating shrooms, meditating up on Mustafar
Getting head in the backseat of the new Mercedes
Grabbed the wheel, shawty drunk, I had to shift it crazy
Yea, I ain't even drive so I whip it lazy
But I might test drive the whip my uncle gave me
You know what's uppy, man it's stucky, shout out 80 Gee
Fam in my back pocket, I got like 80 jeans
Pay the fiends, check split fifth degree
Gang Genevieve
Italian leather with a Jesus piece
Limousine chinabus, a lyft down to 1-fifth
Banned from 3 countries, I can't even take a trip
My homie got the drake 6, you know the heater beamer
My drip racist, purple vapor, you know the ether Frieza
I got a shawty in the UK, might need a visa
But the passport a no go, guess I gotta sneak in
Private on the addy
Jack state farm khakis with the jacky
60 on the tracky
200 on my runners
(Check the chains, check the chains!)
Why these niggas cold stuntin?
Steady raising the temperature, dropping like it's summer
Yea
Lil nigga on the come up

Yea
Like I've been doing this shit for awhile, man
Over a Speig beat too, like this shit hard nigga
Bringing it back to Sanbernadino days nigga
This shit hard nigga, let this shit ride out
Like never
Uh, like never
Niggas steady wilding out, hold up, like never
Niggas trying fuck with the boy like never
Like never
Like, nigga, got niggas on the block like boy like never
Brrt
Aight that's it

2. Nvr (produced by Speig)

(This is a journey into sound)
I'm back, I'm back!
Yea, yea

Every time I come in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Yea yea
(Get em!)
Yea
Smokey, Smokey, what the hell you doing back here?

(Yea yea)
I said the boy is back
I said the boy is back, I said the boy is back
I said the boy is back
I said the boy is back
I said the boy is back na na
The boy is back
I said the boy is back, I said the boy is back na na
The boy is back, na na mhm

Yea, uh
Back to the old school
Sometimes I feel Ion't know you
Niggas in the city control you
Be like yourself like in 'O2
Back when you was a lovable kid
Back when you used to have fun with this shit
Back when you used to backpack with a dad hat, tap blacks and run with the clique
Now you always fronting and shit
Like you the only one in love with this shit
So what, dog you the one for this shit
So what, dog you had to double the shift
So what, man you in the front of the team?
Honestly nigga that's nothing to me
Honestly, dog I'm running this thing
(But am I really running it tho?)
Honestly nigga I'm half of the scene
You know this
Back when Kanye was sampling Marvin Gay, flipping Otis
I was writing raps in my school bathroom without a hallpass
Was in my basement for hours on end tryna bar rap
I used to sneak and play the piano sitting on my front porch
When ma passed away, passed it down to me, why would I want more?
Maybe a few million to feed my people while I'm on tour
Maybe a few million to pay back what they took in all full

I said the boy is back
I said the boy is back, I said the boy is back
I said the boy is back
I said the boy is back
I said the boy is back na na
The boy is back
I said the boy is back, I said the boy is back na na
The boy is back, na na mhm

1. I'm Back (Tobey)

11. J U S T I N (Clean)

10. Pain (2005) (Clean)

9. 2019 (MIL) (feat. Abundance) (Clean)

8. Nah, Fr (Patek) (feat. Vani Indu) (Clean)

Adult Swim PT. 2 (Slowed And Reverb)

Ready?
Good girl
Rain, come, bring it 
Ball, bring it
I'm not going after it
Crash
Crash
Say hi to Ana...

Say hi to Ana

Adult Swim PT 2 (T’s vision)

Yea (ah ah)
Yea
(Skrrt)
(Yea, skrrt!)
Look 

Solomon don't give me wisdom
I don't want no fear of niggas
Clouding my way
From the depth of my heart, I stitch it
Thread by thread, needle and whispers
Harbor my faith
I wade in the water
Pitcher by pitcher
Flush my emotions 
Tend to my garden
That conflict with intentions 
Paranoid from eye candy too sweet hold my interest
Wandering soul
Wandering spirit 
My feet in the trenches
My mind in the clouds
You know my hair slowly outgrowing myself
They only want a piece of you when you done molding yourself
I only want peace, but I'm done barely knowing myself
Shaded in by numbers, I'm far from murals
I feel important 
Feel lost in the world that I've drawn about
Charcoal soul 
I'm better alone
Dead or dead wrong
My life story steady has a set tone
Yea 
Under a hundred flexes, I had to catch those
Wishing that I'm more than what I appear
Just another nigga with baggage and fear
Tryna masquerade with pool parties and open beer
I'm never scared (skrrt!)
But I fear the fear
Yea 

Solomon don't give me wisdom
I don't want no fear of niggas
Clouding my way
From the depth of my heart, I stitch it
Thread by thread, needle and whispers
Harbor my faith
I wade in the water
Pitcher by pitcher
Just another nigga (skrrt!)
Yea 

Am I really just another nigga?
(Skrrt!)
(Yea!)

Cold Sweats (Solomon)

I got high for a second
ADD til I meditate it
Miligram, venti tres
Paint nose, swore profession
60 choppas, cop the medicine
Niggas wanna call my play

Spent a half a quarter
Bloody river in the bath water
Wrist red, that laser beam coppamocha
Like I bend bread
Jesus yellow diamonds
on my 6th med
I think I’m sped
The way the yaya got me geeking
Shit moving so fast a nigga see in pretense
I’m too depressed to really hold my demons
The shadow people moreso a weasel, in my defense (give me more)
Tell what you are again
Tell what you are again
"My love is like Jumanji"
"Saying that in confidence"
Ceilings holding me down
The pills move a mount
I want high amounts yea

I got high for a second
ADD til I meditate it
Miligram, venti tres
Paint nose, swore profession
60 choppas, cop the medicine
Niggas wanna call my play
Yea
I got high for a second
ADD til I meditate it
Miligram, venti tres
Paint nose, swore profession
60 choppas, cop the medicine
Niggas wanna call my play

(I need more of that, I’m geeking, I do, I need, give me more!)

venti-tres

God body
A man in a vessel
Shipped by Amazon 
False prophet, by far the farthest
I ever got by without Allah in the front seat
Shame
I ain’t the one that you thought I was
Neither was I
Fell into the hole of myself
Barely knowing myself
I’ll never quit 
My soul too stubborn, my heart in coven
Whatever I knew I was, I wasn’t
Too worried about clubs jumping
And thugs dumping
I know that I’m part of nothing
The music frustrated 
Fighting with my soul
Mindless in control
My aim in the dark
A finger in the hole 
A diamond made of crust
Convinced that I’m better than some 

I fell in the dark
Searched with my hands
In the moon light, I’m dust
In the sun, I’m the man
I’m the man

I fell in the dark
Searched with my hands
In the moon light, I’m dust
In the sun, I’m the man
I’m the man

Trapped by my own shadow
Demonic illusions, they still real
My mind is never still
Except when I feel ill
Fuck how I feel
I ain’t better than you
And you ain’t better than me
I yearn for some less than what i was presented with
New York City trip
Dead diligence 
Shrooms and music
Looking at what I should’ve did
The emotions false
Ghosts of the time etched on every song
I long for someone I can prolong my own wrongs with
My heart jaundice
The fear yellow
My spirit sunk
My peers bellow
The contempt for competition is clear and shallow
Yea
I lose my hands with every script from my pen
Just to watch all the sinners who dance
How I still feel I’m better than them?

I fell in the dark
Searched with my hands
In the moon light, I’m dust
In the sun, I’m the man
I’m the man

I fell in the dark
Searched with my hands
In the moon light, I’m dust
In the sun, I’m the man
I’m the man

Why do you feel you’re the man
Do you feel the man because
You’re the one people look up to
Do you feel like you’re the man because you can?
Peek in from the outside
I know you’re there
I know you’re there
Peek in from the outside
I know you’re there

wmonkiiman

why don't we stay in a place forever more?
with people we seen and go
you'll shine forevermore
don't worry about your glow
you won't be gone for long
it's just a short while more
so where do you wanna go?
you'll be fine, I'm sure
we'll stay forevermore
stay forevermore

I'm all alone, I'm all alone
I'm all alone, I'm all alone
(Onto the next life)
but that's okay
I don't care anyway
but that's okay
I don't care anyway




FOREVERMORE (the end)

(Yea yea)
I sometimes hate God for my own pessimism 
I just hope the pain comes with holy pension 
A bastard by birth, my ma ain’t want me though
Tried to end what was given to me, God, I’m finally home
Reopened up session settings, dog, I’m feeling desperate 
Therapeutic check ins from niggas who want my blessings
Paranoid in my own vessel
Smile creases still hide depression 
Headphones in, the music holds me 
Too contemplative 
4 walls, closing me off in isolation
Embarrassed how the bros see how a nigga living (fuck em!)
I told the homie that I’m fine, cuz I don’t think he’ll get it
Fear of intimacy, I tend to cut my ties 
My issues still compartmentalized
My soul is split in five
Burdened with self worth I deem is nothing well served
I don’t feel ashamed
How could you recognize a feeling when that shit is just your natural state?
Probable
My ego comes out to play 
When your friends who encourage you make you think that they possibly dick riding you
Though you believe it, man it’s not the truth
Thinking that you Atlas, trying to support the world 
Picking chunks from your soul just to hold it firm
Indian giver, why you feel to let it go?
How the fuck I’m 27 but feel 24?

The Lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life
Of whom shall I fear?
(Oh ah ah)
(Running, running, running)
(Running, running, running)
(Oh ah ah)
(Running, running, running)
(Running, running)
The Lord is the stronghold of my life
Of whom shall I fear?

Atlas (PT.2) (Demo)

lil kyo XR (リルキョウxr)  is an artist/producer based in New York, giving off a blend of soul, R&B, alternative, jazz and rap music. 
During the midst of the global pandemic in 2020, he released his 1st project, "San Bernardino", which is largely rap and jazz based . However, he has since released several other projects that blend multiple genres with vocal styles compared to Drake and Michael Jackson.


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