Ya tú sabe’…
You barking loud, but dying slow, perro.
Queens shit… we don’t play fair, mane.

You talk tough, but ya bark got no bite
Old mutt, stuck in the yard, outta sight
Call yourself K-9? More like K-Weak
I pull up, spit ether, watch that OG leak
Bulletproof Soul? Bitch, you ain’t cracked me
You dropped threats, but ya whole style tacky
Talkin’ ‘bout Compton, yeah that shit sound nice
But you washed like them Dickies, worn out twice
I’m Queens bred, ruthless, eat dogs for dinner
You a lost pup, I’m the real born winner
Ya flow stuck in ’96, I move with the now
Fusion too cold, make that gangsta bow

Muzzle that fool, all bark no kill
Dog talk tough, but he ain’t that real
Wanna snap? Get clapped, stay still
You the past tense, I’m the new raw deal

Grrrr… who the fuck let you off leash?
Diss track weak, couldn’t even impeach
You a has-been, clingin’ to faded glory
I’m a headline, you background story
K-9? More like K-9-1-1, emergency callin’
I drop bombs while your fanbase fallin’
Ya mama said do what you told—well bitch, obey
Sit the fuck down, this Fusion don’t play
Queens hustle heavy, my game’s global reach
While you stuck in the corner, mumblin’ street preach
Lowriders nice, but I drive the charts
You drive bitter bars with retirement starts

Muzzle that fool, all bark no kill
Dog talk tough, but he ain’t that real
Wanna snap? Get clapped, stay still
You the past tense, I’m the new raw deal

You fed me? Nah, I fed myself
Stacked my plates, put plaques on shelf
You say I bit hand? Naw, I took your crown
Now that weak ass throne getting melted down

Compton tales cute, but ya time expired
Talk king shit, but nobody inspired
West Coast legend? Nah, just a bitter old head
Still dreaming of ‘Pac while I’m stacking street bread
Ya bullets? Missed. Ya disses? Soft serve
You pulled up on Fusion, got what you deserve
K-9 barking? I turn dogs to stew
Queens giant, boy—who the fuck is you?

Muzzle that fool, all bark no kill
Dog talk tough, but he ain’t that real
Wanna snap? Get clapped, stay still
You the past tense, I’m the new raw deal

You bark loud… I bury loud.
Fusion season, no mercy… dog down.

Rabid Dog (Muzzle That Fool)

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All I Like To Do (Prod. By Cablebeatz)

Biro - Rock Out

Corner Conversations

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🎤 [Intro]

(Yeah!)
Uh-huh (woo!)
S.O.M. stand up (let’s go!)
(Flak! Flak! Flak!)


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🎶 [Hook x2]

I'm not the one you wanna test, cuz I aim for ya head (pow, pow!) fuck ya vest,
Have you ninjas 100 miles and runnin’ (skrrt!),
Ninjas smoke ten packs of Newport when they know I’m coming (uh!),
Ninjas on TV, bring ‘em to my world (my world!),
Ain’t nobody exempt, that’s on my word! (facts!)


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📝 [Verse 1]

Look—step in the spot, whole block on freeze (freeze!),
Eyes red, mind sharper than a guillotine (slice!).
Hood prophet, every line’s a sermon (preach!),
Catch you slippin’—chalk marks where you learnin’ (pow!).

Fuck courtrooms, I don’t fear no jury (nah!),
God body in the streets, whole aura too sturdy.
Catch a ninja on the ‘Gram flexin’ with a chain (what?),
I’ll pull up live and direct, make the reel with the flame (BRRRAH!).

Concrete jungle, survival’s my thesis (facts!),
Enemies prayin’ I fall but they faith is in pieces (ha!).
Keep my name out your mouth if you ain’t with the set (Bizniz!),
‘Cause one disrespect, boy, that’s Russian roulette (click-clack!).


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🎶 [Hook x2]

I'm not the one you wanna test, cuz I aim for ya head (boom!) fuck ya vest,
Have you ninjas 100 miles and runnin’ (run!),
Ninjas smoke ten packs of Newport when they know I’m coming (uh!),
Ninjas on TV, bring ‘em to my world (my world!),
Ain’t nobody exempt, that’s on my word! (facts!)


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📝 [Verse 2]

Ayo, death on arrival, I don’t send no warnings (none!),
Mask on—like it’s Halloween every morning (spooky!).
A demon in the booth, angel wings on fire (burnin’!),
Truth in my veins, I was raised from the wire (real!).

Check the scoreboard—ain’t no ties in this (nah!),
If you move like a bitch, get a .9 in ya ribs (blat!).
From the Ville to the Bay, my rep solidified (530!),
Try to cross Bizniz? That’s career suicide (ha!).

All my dawgs militant, mindstate vicious (grrr!),
Glocks like chefs, cook beef in ya kitchen (cook it!).
Ain’t no squares in my circle, homie—we mobbin’ (mob!),
Touch one of mine, guarantee we got problems (bang!).


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🎶 [Bridge]

(Ayy, hold up, hold up!)
Run that back, let the bassline ride (ride, ride!).
Enemies scatter like roaches in the night (skrrt!).
If you ain't built for this life—don’t try (don’t do it!).
Real recognize real—fake ninjas gon’ die (facts!).


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🎶 [Hook x2]

I'm not the one you wanna test, cuz I aim for ya head (pow, pow!) fuck ya vest,
Have you ninjas 100 miles and runnin’ (run, run!),
Ninjas smoke ten packs of Newport when they know I’m coming (yeah!),
Ninjas on TV, bring ‘em to my world (bring ‘em!),
Ain’t nobody exempt, that’s on my word! (word!)


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📝 [Verse 3]

Street soldier, with a general’s vision (salute!),
My pen like a pistol, every bar’s ammunition (bang!).
You duckin’ and dodgin’—I’m huntin’ relentless (woo!),
Your mama light candles, prayin’ for repentance (facts!).

No surrender, no retreat—bitch, I’m in too deep (too deep!),
Made money in my sleep while you countin’ sheep (ha!).
You actors on screen, I’m the real-life clip (clip, clip!),
Unload sixteen and it sound like a hit (boom!).

From the dirt where the snakes hiss loud (sss!),
Only kings wear crowns in a room full of clouds (smoke!).
I’m the last one breathin’ when the war get raw (raw!),
Cross Bizniz once, won’t be breathin’ no more (Bizniz!).


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🎶 [Hook x2 / Outro]

I'm not the one you wanna test, cuz I aim for ya head (pow!) fuck ya vest,
Have you ninjas 100 miles and runnin’ (run, runnin’!),
Ninjas smoke ten packs of Newport when they know I’m coming (woo!),
Ninjas on TV, bring ‘em to my world (my world!),
Ain’t nobody exempt, that’s on my word! (that’s on my word!)

(Yeah!)
Uh-huh (uh-huh!)
Flak flak flak flak—Bizniz! (Bizniz!)
Smoked Out Mafia, we here (we here!).
Outro fade (fade, fade…).


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Thats On My Word

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Faded by smokethatdank

The city sessions 5 - Haunted houses

A few old tunes rearranged to be modern Trap and G-House bangers

Check Out Time

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🔥 ERRR EWWW – A raw, unfiltered rap straight from the streets of the mind. Heavy bass. Slow flow. Cyberpunk energy. This track drips attitude, with distorted synths and a beat that hits like a late-night chase through neon-lit Chicago.

It’s all errr, ewww, and that doot-doot bounce — a vibe for anyone who’s ever felt trapped in the system but still walks tall through the chaos.

🎧 Genre: Hip-Hop / Trap / Cyber Rap
🏙️ Mood: Dark • Confident • Futuristic
📌 Tags: #Rap #HipHop #Trap #GangsterRap #Cyberpunk #ERRREWWW #ChicagoBeats #DarkVibes #StreetFlow #ViralTrack

Errr, Ewww

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