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Reality

//I don’t
Rap ‘bout kicks and triggers, fucking tricks and figures
But I’ve been renegading since Em went jigga jigga
While you wheeler dealers either spinning shit or stealing
Crap — you’re so wack when my trap shut I can keep it realer
In reality you’re green but we not talking reefer 
But your “thoughts obscene” being salty ‘cause a bigger dick beat you
And she think you a creeper ‘cause you assume her position
But the only thing you on top of is the soap underneath you
Raps ‘bout rep, tecs, checks you collect: all lies you carvin’
Are stupid ‘cause you fire two rounds and get knocked out like
Charles Martin — Call yourself a heartless artist
Claiming you hardened but a skydive is the only time a body’s dropping
Forever fronting for so long thinking that
You’re sky high that you never see me sidewind
‘till I’m punting your back along like Armstrong kicking mankind
Don’t talk ‘bout the moon when all you got is a balloon primed

Da da da, da da da da da
Don’t talk ‘bout Reality
Da da da, da da da da da
If you can’t handle the gravity

//if you can’t handle
That I’m swamped every minute ‘cause I elicit propositions from Dahm and Explicit
You getting pissed as you witness 
No raps being written but me getting more business
But don’t get it twisted: I’m spitting facts every minute
No shame to admit it that I’m more of a critic, wishing
For hits from other rappers then cribbing their writtens
No style for a while, only bars that were illing
Was the thermometer when I in bed, staring at the ceiling
Depressed and obsessed not even smoking a pack 
Breaking every mirror so I can't reflect on the facts
Look at me: claiming to be a fiend or a demon 
Packing chrome without reason that I’m the reaper, I’m evil
But on my own I’m screaming, and you’re as fake as me
All talk without meaning, every thought is deceiving
But here if you talk without meaning
Say bye to real life, not the thoughts you were dreaming

Da da da, da da da da da
Don’t talk ‘bout Reality
Da da da, da da da da da
If you can’t handle the gravity

Reality (Prod. Ekko)

What up cunts. First Mad Beats volume, second beat tape. You're in luck; I'm going to start a premium service soon enough, but this tape and all beats before that are free to use. Just credit me in your fire track and we'll be Gucci. 

The idea behind this tape was simple: I wanted to have a mix of different styles to test/show off the range of my production. Hopefully there should be something for everyone. 

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Man From Toxteth

I’m always elevating my pile 
Call me apple always innovating my style
Celebrating at the haters I’m replacing
I’m a denizen of Eminem - amazing - ah yeah
See Madder but you read Beast
Meet me on the street you won't sleep
But I might get all Ferg asap
And you might get a fall dirt nap
I might make a bullet bend like Beckham
Send you straight to heaven
But we don't talk about guns here 
sunshine
We hold melanin but no MAC 11 
Just knuckles that we all beat white

Why don't you all fucking sit?
Put your finger to your fucking lip
Don't try to hold gang signs 
Or you'll get your pretty little wig split
Hold on
Why don't you all fucking stand?
I know bitches know who the man
They know when the metal touches my hand
They spend a week bombed like Iran
You don't want that x4

Ion fuck with you little kids
Just saying this dick don't hold tricks
Just saying you'll never get this big
You're fucking with a Man From Toxteth
That's right not a pig but I'm a Kopite
That's right Liverpool Man Gone Myth
Glass is a Swimming pool on fifth
That's why I can see clear underwater shit

Why don't you all fucking sit?
Put your finger to your fucking lip
Don't try to hold gang signs 
Or you'll get your pretty little wig split
Hold on
Why don't you all fucking stand?
I know bitches know who the man
They know when the metal touches my hand
They spend a week bombed like Iran
You don't want that x4

Never forget I’m a fiend
Man with the keys to the VIP dream
Man bigger than the great khali
Ali and Khalid got no shit on me
UK Gs, we don’t pack heat
Not when you’re banging with knives like these
Not when you’re banging with a shank
Not when you’re scaring the police
From a little yout with a lit zoot
To a big fam in a 3 piece suit
But the only fam ever I had
Was mum and dad, and my lads
No bitch on my dick nah 
I’m moving too quick for a trick nah
Never settle for a sket nah   
Not when you own the whole world no sweat

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