like it  bro. try and work on your flow and being louder, try and connect your words more so it doesn't sound so cut off

MARY KAY (𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔱. 𝔖𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔭𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔭) (Prod. Level)

When I crept thru the levels
I’ll have reached my potential
Supersede past credentials
Gotta be influential, rob the presidential
Cuz they was robbin my mental
My plot gotta be stenciled
It ain’t gotta be simple
What the spliff do
Spark like the pen to my pad
When I remember the past
The shit I never had
Search for the cheddar to grab
No circulated bills, I work way too ill
Bug on my phone, they tracin it still
Old days, was breakin a ville
They love to hate the real
Till they face hit wit the steel
And I got no plate for the meal
Nobody to look out, front of the crook’s house
By my lonely, never really ride wit homies
So don’t even try to know me, I find it phony
You fake ass bitches
Can’t take what I was gifted
Might waste the intuition
Surrounded by sickness, I’m the sickest
What you practice is wicked
I laugh at you dipshits, see it as comical
The way it got you for the loop
Fuck the cop in a suit, pop one at you too
When I rap, it’s gotta be truth
So I brought a lot in the booth
Prolly the only thing I can talk to
Without a repercussion
Or leave it to discussion
Sleep where the blood is
This shit will keep me above it
They just leave me wit nothin
Rather me alone and outta my zone
I’ll be rappin them poems
Wit a bag, packed for the road
I’m a nomad, if you ain’t know
Never the gypsy, a sour smoking hippy
You muthafuckas could miss me
Drink enough till you dizzy
I’m Tony C, the Top of New York City
Cold heart, playing it Bogart
You muthafuckas don’t know my art
I’m the shadow of Mozart

And I know the secrets they all keep
But tell me, what did it cost me
What did it cost me

Every acquaintance or relation
Anything that blockaded my meditation
Now my time is never wasted
Cuz I don’t enjoy it wit the mass
Might as well poison they ass
So I could avoid the blast
No boys on the ave, no close kin
Just the glock that I hold grip
Stay on that woke shit
You stupid broke bitch
Chill and converse
Spill a verse of a pain that still hurts
If only you did, know what it is
To face this kinda loneliness
What I gotta go get, to fill the void
No pills for the ploy, I’m still annoyed
In a room full of killjoys
Frequency different, I make it happen
You keep wishin, disease ridden
Bouda be in a FEMA prison
I’m runnin for the boat
We jump it wit hope and stunt to the coast
Wit some people I love the most
Paradise Lost, 2 many demons I gotta fight off
Me to lose is unlikely dog
I’ll snipe you thru the fog
Every line could put me away for fed time
Owe the country a buncha fuckin money
Now you cocksuckers wanna get it from me
Tryna evade those taxes
While you chasin the fashion
No bullets traced to my magnum
I created my passion, lace it when I’m spazzin
Could you relate to what happened
Take it back kid..

Pyrrhic (prod. by Manny Manhattan)

Is you down or what
Already loaded the pound up
Look for some clowns to buck
Give ya dough and the crown up
Might sound rough
The good side was astounding to us
Thought it’s impossible
Give you an honest view
The type of shit I got into
I’ll pop a pistol like it’ll solve an issue
It’s only bringin more problems witchu
Investigations created, plenty lectures awaitin
More cheddar I’m chasin
They said I’m forever fated to never make it
At gunpoint, strip you naked
Thousand dollar suit, jackass, fuck you
Give the block apart of it
Hidden Hills talkin shit till I walk the strip
Oh dog, you thought it was sweet
Bitter too till it’s sickly
Absinthe till you tipsy
Mix it wit Everclear till it’s never clear
I’ll kill the devils that’s near
Fuck whatever you fear
All of it be severed and seered, yea..

Down the block, turbo on the hoopty
Curving all the cruelty
Graffiti in cursive on a looseleaf
It’s about time that you knew me
It’s about time that you knew me
Compared to what I used to be
Nuisance for the free
Grew into a G, it’s about time that u knew me
It’s about time.... Spittin out the rhyme
It’s about time, know I rerouted the climb
It’s about time that you knew me

This ain’t a new me, a bit more wise
Ceiling gone, make the floor rise
No lead or fluoride, only in a box
Between gorgeous thighs, of course it’s fine
I’m the tour guide for the Fourth Kind
A sight for sore eyes, they used 2 call us fiends 
For robbing all the triple Cs outta Walgreens
And had the hawk in my jeans
When it pops off, need Jewish money
No Mazzel Tov, just a Molotov
My inner monologue, take the righteous path
Know ya beliefs and fight for that
You wave a white flag? I’m bustin pipes back
Shoot you in the face on National Youth Day
You can’t recoup the hate
Every virus till the computer break
Steer clear of supreme in this pyramid scheme
Heard you was lost
Here’s bling on an inverted cross
Fuck that drop the work off
You heard me dog....

Down the block, turbo on the hoopty
Curving all the cruelty
Graffiti in cursive on a looseleaf
It’s about time that you knew me
It’s about time that you knew me
Compared to what I used to be
Nuisance for the free
Grew into a G, it’s about time that u knew me
It’s about time.... Spittin out the rhyme
It’s about time, know I rerouted the climb
It’s about time that you knew me

Truly... Never the last to know
But the first to grab your hoe
When I’m rappin them poems
My bad I had to go, straight catapult
I’m packed for the road
Ready to clap at a cult
Tell em play it back on Revolt
Gotchu vexed cuz I’m too Complex
Sign on the dotted line
Or somehow rob Spotify
I’m bringing a Tidal Wave
Need a night that I’m paid
And what I write to be praised
Still alive if you put Mike in the grave
Aye....
Finish the blunt, commit to the hunt
Ditched the gun, loaded a different one
You got it twisted up, you a bitch son
Fan your pack full of anthrax
Or go suffer wit Zantac
And still have a panic attack
Ain’t subside the stress
Even worse side effects
Prolly mad, leave you in a body bag
Shot em and dashed, wit an AK
But I cut the stock in half
You got that...

Down the block, turbo on the hoopty
Curving all the cruelty
Graffiti in cursive on a looseleaf
It’s about time that you knew me
It’s about time that you knew me
Compared to what I used to be
Nuisance for the free
Grew into a G, it’s about time that u knew me
It’s about time.... Spittin out the rhyme
It’s about time, know I rerouted the climb
It’s about time that you knew me

It's About Time (prod. by Epik the Dawn)

It’s a soft open, no fear, it’s all Loathin
I’m talkin the Omens....
None of y’all would know it
If I gotta reveal truth, get ya cap peeled too
They was stealing my youth
Now I heal in the booth
Music’s my medicine, I’m the truest specimen
Or a true degenerate, who would let me in
The dreams is quarantined
Not what it seems, I’m watching the scene
They got a regime, prolly kill the population
Room filled wit doctors waitin
What pill they got to sedate em
Need a real spot in the haven
Secluded and quiet, they got you to loot & riot
Why the fuck the news behind it
Been thru the true and tried shit
Still trekkin along to make a better song
Prove you fuckers is dead wrong
Whenever you said I was gone
No hope for the kid, broke as shit
Just smokin a spliff, THC swirl
What do you got that means the world
Is it gleaming pearls
Or do you fiend for the girls
Maybe one that’s loyal & understands you
And won’t foil the plans too
Hand the recoil to stand & shoot
Examined my truth, kinda hard to stomach
Put some tar in front of it
Scarred since a young kid
Better start runnin when the AR’s dumpin
I’m callin the bluffin
Get outlined in chalk or somethin
Maybe won’t even find you
I’m on the grind for the truth
An Einstein IQ wit the rhymes I write too
So I study daily, if I’m smart
Then nothing will fail me
Can’t kill the intellect
Better come real correct
Before this blade peels your neck
Choke the realist in ya set
You a bunch of bitches, it’s real life
And you got it fuckin twisted
I’m chasing a dream
While you quickly fade to the scene
Once I’m makin the cream
Nobody in the way of my scheme
Worldwide, I’ma don in my own mind
Never overthrow mine, known for the drive
Without the license and whip
I said I would die in a fight for this shit
Why you don’t see Mike wit kids
Any day I might get hit, murder beef
With the streets and the elites
It’s no justice or peace
Can’t fuck wit the fleet
Y’all don’t know Mouse
Up in the cold house
You muthafuckas done sold out
And took the souls out
It’s no soft open...

Light the pack up, nah, I’ma light the track up
Ride wit a couple racks cuffed
In life, been slackin enough
Let me get it movin
So my life is never useless
If I’m ever losin, remember I’m illusive
The game’s intrusion
Broke the window and came thru it
Ain’t got a preordained movement
Or corporate backin, just four ratchets
Hidden up in the jacket
Watch the floors crackin
I’ma rise from underneath
Like what a sight to see, where Mike be
And you gon die fuckin wit me
Undertaker to put you under the acres
The fundamental is strainin
If you stunt wit the wages
Show the pump where the gauge is
It’ll leave you fuckin brainless
Hunnit strays came quick
Into ya face you lame bitch
No tracin ballistics or state witness
I play it, you listen, 2 the grave, I’m resistant
Fuck a boxing match
I’ll cock it back, two in the stocking cap
Got it wit gats and got it wit rap
Spotted in the trap but searchin
Where the scholars at
Old school, no present university
Imagine found dead in Jersey
2013, before you ever heard of me
The CIA shoulda murdered me
It’s not too late
We can get it poppin everyday
And pop it till the semi break
Talkin about, a sawed off to Sound Off
Word to Slaughterhouse
Who the fuck is you callin out
Catch a hawk to the mouth b4 I’m walking out
Sliced lip for tryna fight this
On deck wit an ice pick
Any type of weapon to get right in the section
You feelin ya life threatened
When I write what is destined
Sand scripts in Sanskrit, how you handle it
Wit Latin in the lament, make the camera flip
Wit my handle on the grip
Still the problem to kill the obstacles
Fresh out of the mental hospital
Real life is Mission Impossible
No Tom Cruise and fuck Tom Hanks
Brought a squadron in the paint
Said you poppin but you ain’t
Laser beam, make way for the dream
I say what I mean day by day it seems
Woke baby, show you it’s so crazy
Told you they was known to hate me
So I’m still wit the broken safety
I’ll pop it, don’t make me

Bait/Noxious (prod. by HaroutontheTrack)

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1st track for upcoming mixtape..

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