EMOTIONAL THUG / GROUPIE

GROUPIE

Lyrics:

I got the pack that Gotti smokin’, if you lack ya get ya body brokin’. Just a token of my open scopin’ words that woken. I’ve spoken such sensation across the nation, toss the station shit cause it get lit. When you then turn real rap to burn, learn the rules. I play y’all out like damn fools, I am jewels. You just some coal, I thrust my soul into when you hating. Ain’t debating and mating my style to one fucking dial. I ain’t sucking vial, but wow now my music force. Like pure crack, I sure stack dope of course. I hope you can read the morse, my code in fly mode. And I’m a kill motherfuckers who wanna try load. After load, the rough drafter rode the beat with heat well. Tough factor for any actor to meet swell. I’m one of a kind, love my mind as it writes. I was never popular in class, that just ignites. Me to be an MC that spits fire. I emits dire, you ain’t worth shits, liar. I grew true to who knew my beginning where I wasn’t winning. Now I’m spinning round the bases, cases of an inning. Gone dope, the song hope to tell its own story. Why you gotta long mope? Oh cause you was hoping gory. Death would take my breath, well you motherfucking wrong. I’m gonna run the rap game for motherfucking long.

Gotti (Prod. Mike Turtle)

bossa nova 2 me

death in dream…? (battle theme)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Things change over Time, that Father undefeated. It brings strangeness that climb, gather up in a soul depleted. By why do this have no meaning, like it used to, I refused view vice versa of what I’ve now rather seen in so much, it go touch my soul like the goal the last past times gave me, they both save me, some come and go, from glum to glow, they keep us distracted from the sorrow of then, today and tomorrow, this wack shit we living striving to tear us all apart, vice versa at that nice burst of hope we shall stay starting a thing of gleam that beam as cope, content in consent that not err’ thing is a sure thing, your thing might seem slightly off from me, don’t make you a dummy, the common ground, I’m in found, we truly ain’t lost, the thirst for power can taint us, thus when we lust, balance is key, life lessons from me, this is now how it be.

(mental verse)

this not the way it should go
im tryna love u until we get old
summertime love but my hearts getting cold
u wanna feature then pay me in full
i dont play bout the rules
i just take what im owed
and u been playing with me for forever
im so over this shit
oh its time to let go

forgive and forget
but i never learned how to forgive
i forget what i meant
im been scared and im holding it in
can u give me a chance
i would try it and try it again
i been crying and crying for days
or hours or years 
i forget where i am

we been tryna get money
we hardly can pull up to parties
we getting too rich
i said im sorry not sorry
i already started
the process of giving a shit
and u know my baby a barbie
we sipping bacardi
im tripping all over again
maybe its part of my story
to get what i wanted
im losing it all in the end

(A Hype hook)

As I sit in my room, I think of how I bloom. Amass the shit that I soon won’t view a worthy tune, as I go unearth the strewn views of the vast, no clues to how it last, I think for now, just have a blast.

As I sit in my room, I think of how I bloom. Amass the shit that I soon won’t view a worthy tune, as I go unearth the strewn views of the vast, no clues to how it last, I think for now, just have a blast.

Life Lessons (Feat. mental) (Prod. mental & nyli)

Lyrics:

Yeah, you heard what the fuck he said, this is a DJ Pillow exclusive, really sleepy shit, you bitch ass mother fucker you better listen! 5 Tool Player!

5 tool player, call me Mookie Betts. My power it devour, y’all sour dookie vets, this a new wave I do pave, I’m brave up in the sweats, keep cool, peep how I rule, as fo’ y’all we fo’ gets.

Wait, that shit crazy, and that’s just my power, I got 4 more mother fucking things I excel at up in this mother fucking game, yeah, well, haha, check this, bitch.

5 tool player, a savage average sprayer, hit to all sides, that ball rides at all layers. Hard hit line drive, out the yard, mine live in effect as the best, go respect or hit to chest, get the gist? Wit’ flick of wrist, I don’t miss, no tricking this, I’m a make contact, this is on fact. Oh, and no slouch wit’ the glove either. Just when you trust you made a hit, I go fade that shit, I love to tether, if you made or not by my diving shot, and I’m paid a lot so yes I save on the dot, go home but not touch the base, I mean be seen on the couch, a waste. Yes, no need to guess, I caught the ball, don’t heed to stress. And if you tryna tag up from 3rd, to home. I stand miffed at why ya try, ya damn turd dome, is full of bull, a dumb brain, hey I can’t complain, good for us, your ass is out, should’ve never gassed him up, the doubt that he would make it home, have passed it up, he don’t care, he dare to form, prone thoughts he could beat me, I hone lots up in meeting, expectations, practicing and patience, knowing my time’ll come, prime’ll, far be from you, a bum.

Oh, oh shit, and I got speed too, you just too slow to catch on to that, you bitch made mother fucker! 5 Tool Player mother fucker! What the fuck you know about that, you bitch made mother fucker! I’m a mother fucking 5 Tool Player, and if you ain’t down with that, then fuck you too! People who hate baseball, fuck you too! All you mother fuckers, fuck you too! 5 Tool Player mother FUCKER!

Five Tool Player (Prod. Mark Jones)

FUCK SHED THEORY !!!!!!!!

Lyrics:

You can’t Shed this Theory, you bitches better hear me clearly, I’m about to dead this white trash that yearly spread like a rash up on the scene, I mean just look at Sam, damn you fucked up Neo-Nazi fiend, Hoeyy sucked up to you, well that fucker tainted, I don’t blend fiction with fact, your diction is that, “us be bad, we ain’t it!”. Yeah, then explain Peter Thiel funding Hoeyy, abundant dough we know be from that Republican sex scandal bitch ass, rich class fuck up, I don’t suck up to ya crew, I knew ya do drugs and pose like bitches with slugs though, ya hoes, you can’t handle the truth, that your white racist fanbase is too dumb to search like a sleuth, go face this, that in the booth, besides lacking skills you just packing pills, urgent for loot, if not from Peter Thiel then you set sail on pandering, to homophobic dirt of the Earth dampering devils, you evils gotta fucking die, go fucking try. Pampering nothing, Sam a fucking obsessive pedo, can’t hide (Hyde) from that, and you mother fuckers don’t even talk clearly, it’s like congestive weirdo unit up in here, mother fucker, due! This been fair to shoot when you fucka sucka’s root for white N word users like Ricky Chix, there’s proof, get the clicks up on the links, at McDonald’s this mother fucker said it, don’t forget it, stick the pics of ya wanna be gangsta fits down the drain, Facy a wasty part of this world, yeah, and Jack Dugan dropped out of college, ya lack knowledge, yeah, who can raise awareness, we need it, yeah, so heed to this shit and don’t just praise and share this, no, do your research, the merch you buy and the music you try, is funding Sam Hyde, you fuckers should’ve damn died, hey Marlon, you see Ricky hurling that word ya heard and don’t do shit? What about that iron cross tat, I’m firin’ shots that, gots at your core issues, but really do your part, don’t be followers, fuck up these hollow blurs of the industry now gone, how long we gon’ put up with this, racist white Nazi pieces of shit, ceases, that’s it.

Oh wait that’s not it, Hoeyy you transphobic bitch, go quick in a ditch, ya mans bicflame has got a real sick aim, I don’t fuck with demons, the screamings of y’all stalking my page, don’t alert me, just insert me as I’m walking this thing, you just talking this gang bang, I don’t claim it, you pussies hang with loser abuser lames, no games, Jack on the upper west side of New York and can’t Purchase this flow I have, he will understand, I spit wonderland and do walk what I mean. Sure, base your taste on a fat drug addict scheme waste. That mug I’ve had it wit’, lace ya lean wit’ gullitine in a pill, slice ya neck, would be nice as heck, and hell is where ya dwell, see ya soon there you bitch ass racist homophobic Neo-Nazi pedo abiding siding mother fuckers.

death in dream…? (battle theme)

Polardeth

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