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Ælien 🛸

FARGH DASHT

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Let’s go) (BRrrrra) (Pow)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Boom!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Nah!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (Drop!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Brrr!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Skrrt!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Out!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Verse 1]
Big dawg, no bark, just bite (Grrrah)
AR got a beam, bring it out at night (Night!)
Off the Wock’, now my vision turnin’ red (Sip)
Hit a lick, count bread while she givin’ head (Slurp!)
Bitch I'm lit, fuck the opps, fuck the law (Fuck!)
Runnin’ through these packs like I’m Marshawn (Beast!)
Cartier frames, I don’t see no threat (Nah)
Keep a Glock tucked close like a pet (Boom!)
Niggas talk, but they never gon’ slide (Never)
Catch him lackin’ in his whip, he gon’ die (Dead!)
Big clip, make a bitch niga fold (Fold!)
Heart cold, fuck around and snatch your soul (Gone!)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Tucked!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Stupid!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (Drop!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Shake!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Flip!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Skrrt!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no cap, I’m the flame to this gas (Burn!)
Switch the flow, hit the pedal, do the dash (Zoom!)
All these thotties tryna fuck me off the name (Facts!)
I just fuck ‘em, never love ‘em — that’s the game (Game!)
Send a shot, then reload, then I chill (Bang!)
Drop a body, smoke a blunt, then I feel (Woo!)
Never fold, never told, that's my code (Code!)
Fuck a deal, I want millions on the road (Bitch!)
Wrist froze, that’s a glacier on my arm (Ice!)
When I pull up, bring the thunder, bring the storm (Storm!)
Fuck a opp, leave his name on the news (Rrah!)
Pistol singin' like it dropped a R&B tune (Pow!)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Boom!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Gone!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (BRrrra!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Ugh!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Facts!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Skrrt!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Snakes in the grass get cut, bitch) (Pow!) (Yuh)

Locked In [Prod. PMO Music]

2 Went In

PROMETHAZINE

Okhtapus

MARTIANS.

Charge It to the Game (prod.Equinox)

Limitless

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Grrrah!) (Wooh!) (Yuh!) (Let's get it!) (Blah!) (Dumb as fuck!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Boom!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Scratch!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Brrt-brrt!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Skrrt!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Pop, pop, loose!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

[Verse 1]
Pop a bean, get dumb — call me Harvard reject (Yeah!)
Told the plug "bring five," he brought six — respect! (Pow!)
Flew a ho to Pluto, made her walk back, check (Facts!)
Sippin’ syrup thicker than a Popeye's neck (Lean!)
Got a stick in my boot, like I'm fightin' Shrek (Shrek!)
Bitch talk crazy, I just auto-correct (Auto!)
Gun go bang like it’s watchin' the Net (Boom!)
You talk online, but in person — a pet (Meow!)
I got a stripper named Bible, she blessed (Holy!)
Shot him at the spa, now he gettin' a rest (Zzz)
I don't aim legs, I go straight for the chest (Boom-boom!)
Make a niga moonwalk, hit him with finesse (Hee-hee!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bad bitch ugly, but she good at her job (Facts!)
Gave her ten racks just to slob on my knob (Woo!)
I don't need friends, I just mob with my mob (Mob!)
You gon' need God if you pull up and rob (Pow!)
(Yeah) (Boom) (Bitch) (Run it!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Skrrrah!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Click-clack!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Ha!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Like vroom!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot, shoot, shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Smile!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Damn!)

[Verse 2]
My choppa bilingual, it speak “rat-tat” and “Boom” (Boom!)
Scope so big, I could zoom in on the moon (Sniper!)
Bitch from the bay got more bass than a tune (Yeah!)
F&N turn a pussy boy into a cartoon (Flat!)
Dick so long, she just bowed like “thanks” (Haha!)
Shooter on point, made ‘em dance in his shanks (Two-step!)
Pulled up to church with a TEC in my pants (Clack!)
Pastor look scared — now we all doin' pranks (Oops!)
Got a Glock named TikTok, it count down slow (Tick... tick...)
When it go off, man the whole block glow (Glow!)
He was tough on the net, now he missin' his show (Gone!)
Try to box me? Niga, I fight with a pole (Boom!)

[Bridge]
Blowin' loud pack while she lickin' on toes (Woo!)
Money so long, it got legs like a hose (Drip!)
I don't kiss bitches, I just pass 'em to bros (Skrrt!)
We don't play tag, we just shoot — then we ghost (Ghost!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (BOOM!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Erase him!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Yuh!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Run it up!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, boom!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

Missile [Prod. PMO Music]

Tales Of F-Note 2 is the 5th mixtape by F-Note The Visionary, and boy has it been a journey. I have been working on this project since 2018 and it really feels good to be able to release this. This is the first project that I completely produced my self. This album has went through so many stages, it's ridiculous. However that's what really makes it so special to me. Songs like Nothing Explained and What it take to be a legend have been rerecorded so many times, man I can't even tell you how bad I wanted to give up and just drop them how they were. But when I started recording with the Engineer of this project Josh Van Hoorebeke, I knew Tales Of F-Note 2 could be more than what I imagined it could be. The cover art's picture was taken August 9th, 2020. The building in the background was my first apartment in St. Louis, Missouri, and I was in my first car. Around that time is when I first thought I was done with this album too! Shoutout to my boy Trevon for taking that picture too! Anyways, I put my heart, my blood, my sweat, and my tears into this project so I just really hope you enjoy this. This is my first album That is fully mixed and mastered properly, and every beat is fully produced by me.
So without further ado,
here is TALES OF F-NOTE 2!

Performed By
F-Note The Visionary
Written By
Fidel Muhammad
Produced by
Fidel Muhammad
MIxed by
Josh Van Hoorebeke
Mastered by
Josh Van Hoorebeke

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