Lyrics:

Defined in the body the quality real 
The shawty's with shotties they making a well 
Make you wish intention was kissin and telling 
Reality pressin the lead into shells 
Snails newly homeless 
Back into the garden you need a new wealth 
Hide in the dirt or get snatched by the quail 
Rats all just scurryin, hurryin claims to the crown 
Lackin the gut to the gat
Leavin em back how I found 
Leavin the past in the back of a hole in the ground 

A mole in this world gettin around in the sound 
Leaving he mopin around in the town 
Speaking the proudest the feeling profound 
Performin in warmth he go soothing the storm 
Before in the forge he was feelings of war 
Storing the score he seamin of being the core 
Of pistonin ink into store, leavin em gore 
Porkin right back at the fork and rebecoming the boar
Hittin and chainin the shots with a quad chamber 
Mourning the forces We chortlin within the quarters of venerable rod dangers 
Vinegar staunch flavor 
Cleaning my pieces they stinkin of cough vapors 
Lookin for me for their hope I'm the wrong savior 
With the cocked paper 
Like I was researching the simplest ways to revive all the star players 
Space Jam, integrate, evolved layers 
Singular boss slayer
Getting the dribbling lips again, ain't gon be nibbling 
Eating straight off into raw craters 
Makin new stars in the sky from my permafrost raw bangers 

Bangin out he is what caused craters
Leeches all actin like dracula fanged out
Toddlers tryn to adopt babies 
Barely waddling guessing we gotta come swaddle em up 
Swapping em out for for some strong takers 
Escape of the daycare, a bottle and all's saved
Nothin to us and the squad is only at one player
the scope is in lock, pad couldn't keep em from picking their bird cages

Geez

Lyrics

Bitch we back into the game this a stick up 
Brain transfer tryna get that different picture 
But we scuffed doctors couple folds gettin ripped up 
Still bill you, call it a feature; ain’t no symptom 
Glitches got no difference if you can switch up
Flippin fine as squareman, dinners in the frigid 
temp  smackin patties, slap em get a jiggle from the krab meat 
While friends is on the telly, conversation switchin 
Keep it tickin ain’t no endin 
No one gettin mad please, stories never endin 
Take my lucky drag in (dragon) 
Sprinkle clovers on the cherry 
You can take it from the back-end 
Visceral no disney
Plus I got the subscripts 
My actors are marines 
Submarines are just my backup 
My bodygaurds are dope fiends 
Got em stacked up my pockets they feelin no need to fish in 
Supreme beamin, they can trust my intuition 
Bringin back I got the mac, added fisher 
Newest title now a miller, filet sizzled, bread has risen
Wielding cable and some fishin line, two different Larrys
No David, curb what you expect 
Feeling like a King lately 

Damn I knocked it up to four and you just missed it 
Heat seeking missile, speed of pen is leaving blisters 
Keep up in the pace, flow is goin syncopatin 
Mission fill the spaceship rocket off the haters 
When I spit, words split cause nuclear fission 
Scott just beam me the phaser 
Pop a quick clip in 
We say see you later
Impatient that skater boi 
Choken when they seein me, name is lord Vader 
Ploys an inevitable absolute 
Thanos as a sith lord 
And these verses just ain't shit to me 
Product of my workforce 

Bitch we back into the game now everybody get down 
Jiggin when I'm robbin in my rhythm they just think, wow
Start partying around the victim yeah the shits wild 
Just as confused as you cept I laugh and then bounce 
Knew this wasn't party town when I saw the meth counts 
No Dracula, nosferatu head and mouth
Try to mack it up and I'll smack the snaggle back around 
Straighten that impound lot you cat callin out with 
Switch, managed to be catchin me while I gear shift 
Itch what I’m scratchin like I won a lotta rea-sons 
If you be thinkin that ya got me pinned then 
I guess I’m goin bowlin hittin hittin 7-10 
When odds are stacked a special stack of wins hits 
Like my tax return, right when I went negative, bitch

 

Game Day

Shout-out HIGH TOONES frfr




Lyrics: 

Sat on corner chewing gum, spit 
Fluent duds senses saying "who and what?" 
Sit listen, get tutored up 
Lack that imperative vision 
Dump where, could've been putting 
Dentist so subpar bars no longer garbage scented 
Hints afflict them 
Cure for the plague rather needle with the aids 
Run in the day spray diamonds okay 
Next three more spent, pick em up lame 
Came in two months and you crashing down like mayday 
Break, beef? sound like a playdate
Rhyme scheme? My day-to-day speech 
Armed confused youth, puzzle with piece 
Achin bluetooth, flame in the streets 
Stress get used too, mental got leaks
Better watch it 'fore you make the web creak 


Quit stressin you silly to me 
Strange fit like Abercrombie 
The game you playing be plants vs zombies 
One I'm playing? Starving artist 
Self portrait revealing more than knowledge 
Wrote the book, just paying homage 
Depression threaten, episode of office 
Means, just another one in the darkness 
No paid attention, no pity just start it 
Like kissy, "I'll heart it" 


Chest shaky, marraca 
Play to my tune, with the right attitude 
And I'mma eat you like, couscous 
Hardly edible 
Trippin like they ingested the heartiest edible 
I shadowboxed, yelped like you felt it call you, professional 
Footballer, squanderin chances 
Fatherin/followin plans that
Be keeping the best from advancin 
I'm hunting for keys to the hatch 
That magical la-la-latch 
Sam smithin my pen for the pad 
To ease these tummy dragons 
Ooo, you like a baby tooth 
Youth duped then they up and grew 
Chew chew spit mouthful of
You brew 
Another batch of loose loogies 


Quit stressin you silly to me 
Strange fit like Abercrombie 
The game you playing be plants vs zombies 
One I'm playing? Starving artist 
Self portrait revealing more than knowledge 
Wrote the book, just paying homage 
Depression threaten, episode of office 
Means, just another one in the darkness 
No paid attention, no pity just start it 
Like kissy, "I'll heart it" 


I got the bites like week of shark fin 
Barkin out, what you do with the grill snarling 
For us only slang for the weed jargin 
Partialized, in his eyes the soul bargained 
He just a cash cow now, darkened 
Till he ashing out, darken
Lights crashing ow, dark in 
This lifestyle of false profits/prophets 
Fallen man, make post, heart it 
New slave to support started 
Label dangle chains and charts with 
The business model
AKA your heart's bondage 


Silly man got lured in by some silly bands 
The silly fans pour in milli racks 
Like college grant, where his daughter at? 
Taken care of like the car out back 
No love to the moon just sacks 
More like look down it's deep in them cracks 
As if that is just that




Mr. Mischief (Prod. HIGH TOONES)

Lyrics:

Didn’t wanna kill em, Doctor’s promise 
But in fairness he just wasn’t feelin honest 
Had to amputate both his arms, in my office 
Rip the chain like abolish
Greatness paid to be in cages 
Rottin 
Say, “at least there’s glitz on these bars”
Often, sip on they death with no regard 
Robbin, like the corpse is in ya cup 
Only say it fucked when ya don’t get ya cut 
Winter’s here he sayin “bitch I got the what”
Bitch I got the huh
Bitch I got the pen this the one to want 
This is hemmingway, foam like cocaine up in the blunt 
Rabid, mouth just never shut 
Attack like, coffee to those real anxious uh 
Tragic 
Enemy slopping up, poppin in Xanny
Nap tight, still wanna fight combated like Cassie 
Act like you got that Independence 
Feel like Russian resident shit 
Putin in work like a president bitch 
Falsehood, like highschool whitey claimin blood in a false hood 

Man this shit is funny but no one laughing with me 
Listening to Malcolm X thought he 2020 
Thought MLK just spoke today 
Swear these ghosts be walking 
I just witnessed Farrakhan and Rosa Parks 
Walk the streets, see the tear gas 
Now my blood is boilin 
Suits crinkled but ballin off bleed 
Secreting from family in bondage 
Needed reason as little as skin for the target 
But the brightest light is now shining from  darkness 
Writers armed to the teeth, big Floyd shouldn't have been last straw 
But that's a line that we need 
Losing pure art is a heartbreaking disease 
Gallant princes struck down by wanna be kings 
Twisted potential victor call em Lucy’s old flings
Snuffin flames right when they find the right fuel for kindling dreams 

Crazy like proclaimed jeweler who just fiddles wit rings
Don’t accept no guilty plea, “Wasn’t me” 
No evidence jumpsuit up, modern travesty

Head Full o' Rose Thorns

WASN'T ME (prod. HIGH TOONES)

Lyrics:

Welcome to the grotto 
Here you rifle through to peace no auto 
Manic silenced no havoc 
Bumpin blocks and you've had it?

He got that tongue made outta sour gummy 
Sickening sugar lips, candy ass with a foul tummy 
2020 the year of last week happening 
In loop over a new odor 
While Jakes flaunting 
I'm confused, in a loop like Trump's party 
Like someone talking while others get him to speak, hardly 
Where dat voice? Got it
He's fervent, bars dropped simmer while scalding 
Speaking truth in pitches pass by and you bawling 
A fast cry then restart it 
Boxing with demons we stopped and started some talking 
They just as hurt as I 
Given them as beings developed in trauma 
Can't tell new ones from the presets 
So we all passin the bong a 
Long smokin in circles 
Nature scene serene inner peace final focus 
Getting along with the dark 
Intimate with the self, why's that lacking at large 
Shakin hands with devil's I just dap those involved 
Tryna cut a deal while I'm here for a talk 
Cloak and dagger shit show me whatcha burn a bag on 

Calling me a fag when you talking bout having the strap on 
Corny but can't deny the core kernel 
Know me as wise, refurbish mind rewind from infertile 
Respect this authority 
Listen while I'm clear I ain't in majority 
Yet I'm vibing with y'all 
Strange bein not keen to seeing cheer for downfall 
Wish it were opposite
Maybe not I dunno 
Trial and tribulation all correlate within goats
I am none to just speak, here in the mud we got strength from the rose 
We the forest floor snappin only to those who truly wanting to know

Welcome to the grotto 
Here you rifle through to peace no auto 
Manic silenced no havoc 
Bumpin blocks and you've had it?
Get the sniffles heart attack
Extra stress on lower half bracket 
No need for me to go into it 
Right now security within the trees 
Us and we, intimate 
You could call it love song 
I also see a place where we can breathe after getting just a lil lost
Woke up this morning went to work sending momma my love 
Swear I couldn't leave but somehow found my way to the front 
Steps to freedom do what I want 
Reality my exercise bench pressing the smoke in these lungs 

No remorse in case we don't blow 
Fuck any concious attempt to Ice-y this flow 
I can splinter the snow 
No remorse in case we don’t blow 
I'm snappin like Mick Jagger needing coke 
Shown level zero before  
No remorse in case we don't blow
What a statement, never seen that before 
Already told once to down the tone 
No remorse in case we don't blow 
Found it in the bottle littered in the grotto 
Flick the cork kick it back and I swallowed

Grotto (Prod. HIGH TOONES)

Mix/Mastered by PERION

Lyrics:

Hear dis cracked up lion roar
Benching the past, till iron core 
Hacking up, storm ya file storage 
Steal and pile more endorphin 
Offa bean and clean importance 
Glass is filled to brim, we pour it 
Empty and then half another poured in 
Port him in from border bringing quarters 
Shorting dealers bitch an head is made a portal 
Shellshocked bloodied Squirtle 
Asking what is it all for tho? 
Got the cash so where'd it all go! 
Flow just pulled a Colorado 
Damn this chain stained my skin as well as my soul 
Rotted soles stain the Yeezy's the smell is just awful
Bottled up years of dumb beefing don't have a friend for the console 
I plead a need for release my expression is shackled 
Chain to the label's heating until the next track just go platinum 
And then I see how the children start acting 
Saw one seizing, offa 17 happies 
Uppers then snagging Robert downies 
Lil Jr ain't no iron Man after snorting 4 xannies 
Look back at that cracking Ally and ask if your happy 
Look in the mirror remove the fake padding 
Asking for friend, what happened when you said 
"I write nicer than the grandaddies" 
Stomping flow to addy of ya grannie's fanny 
Packing fatties better have enough to share just classy 
Rooming with Rick Rubin, a vessel for music knowledge consuming 
Just like a mukbang minus me puking 
Noodles rather pop a Corona 
So much smoke make papa a stoner 
Saw you tossing green compare to leaf blower 
Reily Reid musta done coached ya 
From all the dick you been smokin 
Real spaz, the only sober cokehead
Countin his tokens

Cracked (Prod. MAX ATTACK)

Lyrics:

 There's a fee lyin to a cat a listening 
Difference, bear in Levi's 
And a fifth of Daniella's liquor 
Trippin in drippage bitchin bout 
Smithin an missing countertop answers 

Needing new surroundings 
Emptied and refilled the planter 
Tossed out bland chicken batter 
For da lip smackers 
Rappers?
Candy trash or non factors?
I'm asking for talent 
Acting on passion 
Like, bug and light type attraction 
I might 
Blast off and crash media right (Meteorite) 
Separate two negatives 
Ike get torn away from the mic 
So I'd 
Like to let go of doe eyes 
(flouride) Flow ride 
Rite of brushing off dem germs 
Swarm of squirming bovines 
Though I, really see they really sheep 
So tight, full from overfed digital 
Gristle, Twinkies, essential junk see these 
They say simple normal, cynical 
Peep me with mind so wide 

Brain development different 
Tell em, they hear but can't seem to just listen 
Here it is an imprint something to listen and witness 
Like wimpy squeaking gripping his piston 
And mad when has to account for decision 
Limping that's for certain 
But God damn look at that distance 

There's a fee lyin to a cat a listening 
Difference, bear in Levi's 
And a fifth of Daniella's liquor 
Trippin in drippage bitchin bout 
Smithin an missing countertop answers 

I ask her speak them feelings 
Barbed circle, cracking pieces 
Realize no time for self hate 
New lines connect 8 
Sublime, back held, wait
Demons mentioned place 
Curled up cold not safe 
Reach out what I say 
Held claw new friend, hey 
Fresh breath released dead weight 

Wander if I pop will they follow hard 
Like the Disney sing-alongs
Watch em drop the ball 
Swiping my Jack's while they to try bounce back 
Before they sally fall 
Aware of awful gall 
But for music learn to swim along 
Find my fellow fish, aka the greatest sharks 
Tappin out the lead, thoughts like vodka shots 
Finding that I nemo tracks to bear my mark 
For all to listen in
Perform em in the streets wait for them to get to jiggin then 
I got my homies that'll know me for what expression is 
Help feed each other, literal sandwich pitch 

Digging it up 
Refined smithing trials kept it trippin 
But now forged into one 
Eyes of thundera shit 
Wait cat scratch that, compare it to none 
You the same as I 
So why act like a bum? 
Had a shot but now calling it dud 
Wanna be mine or rather share in the bud? 
Passing on the future packed like his bags in that blunt

Catalyst (Prod. HIGH TOONES)

Lyrics:

Biting, driving on that fight or flight 
Frantic yeah go ride zebra 
Just cuz few have seen it 
Never meant you got the sight

Teeth rotten, spoken apple core 
Slightly feeling tipsy like the feeling need a lil more 
Twitching in the league 
Rattin out for score 

Bull by the fake boi dread call in matador 
Edgar Allen will he make it? Raven peckish, Nevermore 
Scared to ride it any different boy just stick to shuffleboard 

Treating quoted secrets like a bag of jewels 
Unlike his writer's lyrics, feeling like he lose if they removed 
Talent aint a rotted tooth that can pulled 

Hard work never take unless it’s done for you 
Why beat a dead cow and still expect a move?
Ain’t nothing left to milk peepin x’s like they, wormy silk
Dude built a business in the vein of disney taking dreams of youth 

Ballin with the gold strung out into noose 
Lackin thing of substance so it’s what you abuse

Steam roll you out into the grotto 
You to the leaves they feeding like they won a lotto 
We a place for peace cuz we love to eat, awful
Walk em to the maw 
Crunch em if they wantin beef, dassa cheap dollar taco 
Bell ringing, roll a smoke blunt toke 
Wait it was a SWAT sting??
Lump sum bust for the homie pushing luck 
Please, up the charms you ain’t mellow 
Flinchin at a warm breeze 
Rock paper scissors, lose he twitchin on the dark heat

Nutrients Transfer (Prod. HIGH TOONES)

Lyrics:

Feeling quite different 
Stepford type eyelids finally lifted 
Interaction with others, lots are movin from scripting 
Tip toes on edge of the snow globe 
Tied to gibbering spirits 
Witness civilians minds different library's 
Third eye clenched the other blind, wild and wide 
Scary, scarred feeling cornered but smiling hard 
The picard different captains wish for the same end to it all
Anchors away no grip in this vacuum of god
Or energy, infinite intel chip, buddha, whatever ya call
Board game of sorry make it so heated a disjointed value is lost 
Red got mad cause it bumped into blue 
Ironic nah really nickel plated 
This bigger picture is made with 
More slick whips with sad stories 
Than I got in attention and allegories 
Every cent spent, every string strung 
Woven into this shifting suit 
Broken like Shang Tsung
Lost the identity 
Dove into yo pool and saw plenty of me 
When I'm walking the ground moves 
I got mother nature fuckin with me 
Pickin on me making decisions fo me 
Connected like you to social alimony 
Quick text tony, you got the problem but the answer he know it 
Why he be keepin that
He deflectin another g seein to ya fact 
Bought into silence 
Make him content 
Get him complacent 
When I pay him his rent 
Lil shark brought in minnows 
So many meals yet my hunger never quite ends
Been so underhanded like I'm pitchin for 10 
I need to be winnin
The opposite of winnin is isn't 
Zilch nada nothing for living 
The mirror only reflects resentment 
Tripping shifting from stumble to slower shuffle 
I see the endin 
Death's dog eared my book 
It's not my year oh look 
Been with crook
Cop, priest's flock, and peers, my book 
With each chapter disguised 
As fantasy with many looks 
Different faces, scenes lacking hooks 
Shifting shades down to color of eyes 
Blind to the naked, screamin after youth
Shakin booths miscommunicated as greater than two 
Faithful figures of true 
Realness 
Even fellow peers mettle tested proved their will steel 
Years after the breath left 

Check check 

Got the reception back 
Refreshed like salsa dance or a tic tac 
Chuckle, slip, giggle, laugh 
Sign of improvement 
To many silly but the few noddin and gifting their tools 
Reduce the delusion 
That fear in the safety is love waiting for you 
Detox and build up 
Focus on the foundation and then you'll be cool 
Improve every aspect if you're wanting to rule 
Chill where you want or you need just evaluate it don't pass it to goons 
They tend to gassup the dudes 
It'll blow and then just get passed onto you 
Touched the torch and got burned 
Just his experience 
Only askin you listen fore you left dry and delirious 


Winter



Diiferant

Produced by Tatu Beats on IG!!

Lyrics:


Tap dancing the grimace misconstrued as the passion 
This dude is lucid terrified barely passive 
Grossed out by the legs of lice 
Invited in he says, avoidin a lashing 
Toys used to play before the dappin of big boys 
Actions taken no miss boy 
Smacking harder than tracks made by the hit boy 
Whip pan, double silent ballistic 
Comma eclipsed a common singular hit man 
Pretty boy misunderstood to be more talented than us lit bois 
Litter than spliff oy 
Head rushin glass cock suckin new lisp boy 
Platinum grill sizzle that realestate taken by sugar crisp boy 
Blushing while he's gettin frisked boy 
Tisk tisk he whispered the sins of his boys 
Roy roy, tipped off to the nickel and zilch 
Loyal to the boilin water, whatever still 
Keeps him slimy and livin 
Livid individuals are just a cost for this will 
Charred rope once built by the slat 
Burned by one man who gets scared when gettin attached 
Blow up the cave always cherished and rad 
He'll blow it all to smithereens just to go blaming the bats 
They naturally give everything that they have 
Just for one rat to get jealous give them flashing lights three little taps 
Like they the jazz of the fingertap dancin players of sax 
They touchin the rim of the brass 
Of the demigod's pissin pot 
They smell the touch spot of some ass 
Whinnying in search of the last brown noser, his owner that passed 
Shot down by the kid's Dad 
Like, "ew it's a gnat" 
Like when you hear then react
Waking to empty spots of glittering plaques 
As if it already happened then crashed 
Tryna come up like a cracked version of Beiber 
Oral deceiver he gets it from estranged father, a scammer and preacher 
Never met him musta had a similar teacher 
Nailed into his head that he's the redeemer 
Curcifying true gods, monotheistic with jealous demeanor 



Winter



Diva (Prod. Tatu Beats)

Lyrics:

Hard ass fronting behind whining bout givin paper back 
Witness them on the frontline 
He fell in behind losing it to staler acts 
Walkin along and across him 
Cherishing every alligator's snap 
Passion fruit, went ripe then overdue 
Lost its taste and snap 
Lack potassium and yeah know he's still bruising blue
And black
Type a shit a grave reaction 
Delivering a type to even make the sailors passive 
Even tried to pull a golden tooth but that shit tapped in 
Got a taste for other things you wish that you could only lap at 
Bat on (baton) passed the race from up then down to ground one 
Looking for the worthy, hey it feels like it just found some
Got discussions goin bout how I can get ya faces goin 
*Ahh* son 
Beat and me got heat like the earth after scorched from round one 
Lingering in ears like radiation 
Hold up that's the second time that sounds come 

Sound off
Loud cough 
Oops on your shoulder is ya aunties frown dust 
Round done 
Thought you had a second turn to hourglass last of the sands gone 
Proud monk, need to meditate before I lose the gong's
Soundfont 
Round one of three open wide to behold more than you or L's bringing down ya 
Self esteem I still see a king and not a clown bud 
Sizzle in the brown hug 
Now we seeing eye to eye, evolving leaps and bound
2 
Thanks to ghosts that help us shake and make the ground move 
The named ones legends and the nameless provide the proud fuel 
To keep on goin, even in the end I'll end up as found you 

Crown proof channel power points of ogs
I excel and offices turn into my down view 
Out to dinner no staff so we on the hunt and everything sounds good 
You'll be needin luck knock up on a tree 
Until you break some down hm 
Prolly need a forest to stand a chance 
In this crowd bruh
Pauly need to correct how she misrepeating 
Out comes 
I'm the oracle that led the greeks up to the mountain 
Seen the titans crawling up before I broke up out one

Spit

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