Rap Game Abortion

Learn A Lesson (Prod. by MarkusDied)

Despair

Swing Patrol (Prod. by AutoMate)

VTA (Prod. by MarkusDied)

Yo, if I hear another fuckin rap,
That's nothin but a fake black,
Culture lovin fad.
I'mma fuckin snap,
Pullin crap out the ass,
To convince myself to wince,
And turn the whole world black.

When it's over,
Act like it's gold you don't have.
But don't be so wack,
It's only old, smack*
Get over it.
Hold that,
Notion of nomad.
You can go slow,
With the flow,
But no one knows that.

So,
I got The Devil's tricks up my sleeve,
Think I'm non-existent.
But I'll probly never leave.
I'm off in the distance,
Tellin Moses new things,
While I burn acacia bush leaves,
Then I tell him to breathe...

Then envelop the swelling L in my teeth.
As I let the smell of weed,
Develop into a smoke screen.
Then create a halo,
From an O-ring.
Blown from the baked big bro,
But low key.

Then I,
Hit em with that rough, final boss shit.
Bluff when I'm coughin,
To trick and teach the rich of weak,
I'm never off my guard, then,
Sever both their arms with,
My bars harder than diamond,
Fullerite sharpened.
Then I,
Hit em with that rough, final boss shit.
Bluff when I'm coughin,
To trick and teach the rich of weak,
I'm never off my guard, then,
Sever both their arms with,
My bars harder than diamond,
Fullerite sharpened.

These full of spite,
Full of shite,
Harlots.
Lyin about lyin down,
In an unwedded market.
But I'm,
Done gettin hard with them,
One of em farted...
So I guess it was dumb,
Lettin em start it.
But regardless, I,
Took em apart with my,
Cylinder 666 inch,
Which all of em wanted.

Wanted like the FnF in garden Eden.
Kinda hard to see it from my dark party.
With weed for all the heathens,
And speech from all the demons.
Spit acidic heat,
Specific sin and beat,
Equivalent to sick and killin these,
Big arenas.
Feel like flickin christmas in this bingus,
When I'm hittin frequencies of secret shit,
And do it frequently.

Invite as many others,
Who can speak with me.
Unless you piss me off,
Real quick,
That shit won't sit with me.

So pick a team:

To be a Master or a Swaggot.

Just remember,
More than half the swags,
Will never have it.

...They'll never
Hit em with that rough, final boss shit.
...Never
Bluff when I'm coffined.
...Or
Trick and teach,
The rich of weak,
I'm never off my guard,
...Uhh
Then,
Sever both their arms with,
My bars harder than diamond,
Fullerite sharpened.
...They'll never
Hit em with that rough, final boss shit.
...Never
Bluff when I'm coffined.
...Or
Trick and teach,
The rich of weak,
I'm never off my guard,
...Uhh
Then,
Sever both their arms with,
My bars harder than diamond...

Final Boss (Prod. by Industry Studio)

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