Collective Consciousness

TRANSFEMME FATALE

Album Art: Redrawn Concept art of Lion Turtle [ATLA]: by JackVegJackSonic

Features: (in order of appearance)
- THE LAST POET
- JAYLA GREENBEAN
- MATT HATT
- ALEXIS T'ZIAH MILLS
- JAMAL MALACHI
- SIKEY M
- J.PLANTANA
- PONZ, THE ANGEL

More Info will be added later

FREEDOM TAPE in the Age(s) of Aquarius

Bender

Current Demos. More tracks on the way!

Total Songs: 27
Still workin on the album <3 
[Release Date: January 21st, 2026] My bday <3

The 27 Club: Love, Liberty, & Liberation [DEMOS]

Mixing: Naison - [naison@mixedbynaison.com]

Lyrics:

Yellow Eyed Demon
I’ve been feigning, I been wide eyed even
Since a child, too buck wild
I had no allegiance 
First word “no” too damn cold
I left all them speechless 

Zip it up, leave em hogtied
Talking tough been the wrong vibe
If it’s online, then it’s all fine

Double taps, when it’s on sight
Must relax, got a long knife
Cut the fat, put it on ice
Not a long fight, i’m beyond nice
If it’s on wax, let us all.. rise

Welcome to wake, (uh uh)
People sleeping on me, woke up in a grave, (uh huh)
Zombie army, it’s alarming, at this rate
Everybody turning on me, need a brain

It's driving me crazy
I done spilled this blood,
Did it all for what?
I felt my vision fading

I’ve been in this rut, can’t look up
Suicidal, maybe
Imma say this one, ain’t give no fuck
I entertain these daydreams

Stuck in loops, but i pay attention
Dreams grew, in the eight dimension
Same crew, bitch we stayed true- 
If you break rules, gotta face penance

Writings all on these walls
Bodies fall, like Mal did
Risk it all, went all in
It’s a suicide and i caused it

Welcome to wake, (uh uh)
People sleeping on me, woke up in a grave, (uh huh)

Zombie army, it’s alarming, at this rate
Everybody turning on me, need a brain

Sloppy toppy, head game strong- Nagasaki
Way 2 bomb, in this bitch
If i bomb in this bitch
Then I’m dropping the ball, got a sock full of kids
It was not what it is, 
I'm hot sir
Tongues like a god, i got her
Crossed up, speaking it
Tongue tied, breath it in

It's driving me crazy
I done spilled this blood,
Did it all for what?
I gave her dicking daily

And once a month, when she pull this stunt
i jump inside i’m wavy

I don’t give fucks
It was just my luck
And shit i love my baby

Watch it watch it watch it
I ain’t playing games no more
I'm Andy off to college

Shooting blanks, i came galore
While filling up these pockets
Been on my grind, can’t say no more
In life there’s pregnant pauses

Why you gotta talk like that?
-Outlandish, really with antics
Bad manners, looking like a bad bitch
Got bread got beef like sandwich
That means i eat, and don’t sleep
Half man, half breed, 
But no sheep
Y’all on yo toes, got cold feet
Been on my own it’s lonely

Welcome to wake, (uh uh)
People sleeping on me, woke up in a grave, (uh huh)

Zombie army, it’s alarming, at this rate
Everybody turning on me, need a brain

Ummm...
Y’all be brainless
Gotta stretch my opps
Sketch my thoughts, y’all hit pavement

I can best my odds, test my god
Is y’all famous?

Gotta talk thy talk
Walk thy walk
Y’all ain’t A list

*poof*

Welcome to wake, (uh uh)
People sleeping on me, woke up in a grave, (uh huh)

Zombie army, it’s alarming, at this rate
Everybody turning on me, need a brain

Inception (Prod. Rxz)

Produced by: prodbywander
Mastered by: RAK

Lyrics:

I miss a place that i’ve never been 
hole in my heart, spreaded thin

head in the clouds, 
icarus bound 
holding my breath for a
second wind

seconds too late, it just settled in
handle my fate like veteran

jumping in flame, it’s raining down bullets
i’m holding my ground till i’m sediment 

-

rock solid
like i’m toph

non-violent?
i’m involved 

if you push me past my limit
then i promise you’ll get rocked
2x

0:58

study the nature of human data
the point of our system is breaking atoms

energy shifts and it moves tandem
so why is you bring up would rathers?

fuck all trolley’s and mental trolling
yo cognitive dissonance isn’t holy

one getting trampled, we ravioli
take oodles of noodle, to catch the police

government ruthless, 
prisons are useless,
all of my taxes OD

the 1% bracket, like uncle sam dammit
they sold us a dream of controlling

narrative balance, beware of the ballads
i see a hole in the whole thing

big as the ozone, 
never was so so 
end of all times is approaching

- 1:28

i miss a place that i’ve never been
hole in my heart, spreaded thin

head in the clouds, 
icarus bound 
holding my breath for a
second wind

seconds too late, it just settled in
handle my fate like veteran

jumping in flame, it’s raining down bullets
i’m holding my ground till i’m sediment 

- 1:43

i miss a place that i’ve never known
far our planet, i’m headed home

stars will align, zodiac sign
i’m an aquarian, all i know

balancing chakras, rolling dro
nicotine damage is in my throat

look like my wallet, fucking broke
i didn’t know it, but know i know

-

spending  my bread on the white mans product
means selling me death, i know devil wears prada

angels are proud of the fact that i’m modest
stuntin with nothing a like nudist in college

making my bread from striking a pose
strike with the workers, get what they owed

been on my toes, 
10 ten down

written in stone, penned out

1:58

nasir jones, written was the law, that God fears most
most break all, trynna switch it’s code
genetics intact-
so let these white folks know
at the end of my path,
see brick, like roads

golden in fact, 
like skin or eyes,
yellow intact, got piss poor sight
aim for for the goal but i miss more times, than i’d like too

i was so sidetracked, by the nice view
if it don’t feel right, it’ll bite you 

what’s heaven with hell?

means nothing matter, should i fend for myself?

so selfish, 
how to live with self, can’t help it

i deliver the wealth, i’m not wealthy
till my liver will melt, i’m not healthy

a predictable L, 
but i’m helping

-

i miss a place that i’ve never been
hole in my heart, spreaded thin

head in the clouds, 
icarus bound 
holding my breath for a
second wind

seconds too late, it just settled in
handle my fate like veteran

jumping in flame, it’s raining down bullets
i’m holding my ground till i’m sediment

Reigning Fire

Everything is connected <3

Produced by: 8een
Mastered by: RAK

Lyrics:

[hook]

Woke up feeling myself, that’s in a daydream
They think i’m full of myself-
I thought the same thing.

It’s like a book on your shelf-
We got the same read.
Overlooking myself and overcame grief.

-
[verse 1]

I’m not the wiser of the crop-
Fire marijuana.
Start a fire on the block how I carry chakras.

Feel i’m energy bending-
Poured my soul inside these lyrics,
buried every appendage
-

Arms, legs-

Heart, head-

Art theft, non sense-

-

Always solo in the function,
that’s enough said-
I’d be hurting other people with the bloodshed.
-

Not a serpent, but twisted my purpose.

Smoke n mirrors I’ve entered the circus-

Overworking, I shorted my circuits.

Ran in circles where pobody’s nerfect 
(nobody’s perfect)

- 1:19

Treating life a game-
Don’t decide to nerf me.
Do or die is the aim-
You know the law’s Murphy.
 
How to cope with a loss?
I was drowning in the pain-
think i needed resolve.

-
[hook]

Woke up feeling myself, that’s in a daydream
They think i’m full of myself-
I thought the same thing.

It’s like a book on your shelf-
We got the same read.
Overlooking myself and overcame grief

-

[instrumental]

-
[verse 2]

Ain’t no Anna Mae (anime)

I was dealing with some issues
that you can’t evade.

Slice of life maybe, this body just can’t cut it.

Cut from a cloth, 
that’s loving all my suffering.
 -
Put me in a box, imma break out.
This my fifth flow switch,
I can fake out-

Stiff competish’

What it is?
Inception in this bitch-
You dying within a blip, (bow)

My imagination dark as it gets (wow)

Way i’m spitting, they thinking I got the rizz now.

Been a beaut-
Sleeping beauty’s getting pimped out.

7 dudes in the room
who’s bitch now?
-

I’m the wicked witch of westerns-
Turn shit sideways, their necks hurt.

Only do it my way-
fuck hecklers

Trans femme, make space -
I’m better

-

[verse 3]

Woke up feeling myself-
-caught me jacking off

Stroking egos-
Larger ones get words across
-

That’s why don’t spit venom.
Why I’m home sick; heaven-

Feel it’s hell on earth,
this shit is not my preference 

-

Feeling myself -
Daydreamin.
They think i’m full of myself until i break even.

Low statistics-
An odd ball, but still he did it.

Any pronouns-
Smaller minds wouldn’t get it.

-

I don’t trust the company kept, you leave-
I’m all alone
 
Heard them talking under their breath,
a disrespectful tone.

Bitter pills, swallow the red-
I think to each their own.

You won’t see me off of the meds
or off the metronome.

-

I just see the planet that’s virtually in a dome
collective conscious crazy 
 Tracking mud in the snow-
If you drag feet baby,
you might just step on your toes

If you step to me crazy,
best lower the tone

Daydream

Everything is connected <3

Produced by: grayskies
Mastered by: RAK

Lyrics:

[hook]

Calling me the tree that gave, 
Everybody say I’m giving.

I don’t need nothing, but thanks.
We’re trapped in a space time continuum

Hide shit like the C.I.A
This strength in the strain, not minimum-

Stone cold, couldn’t feel my face.
These drugs I take last melinnia.

-

[bridge]

I’m able,
I’m not fit

I’m stable, then toxic

From cradle, to rock pit

I’m grateful-
I’m not shit.

-
[verse 1]
 Nothing but stardust dust-
Lookin’ outside, saw nothing but Starbucks.

Can’t see where we start from?
Satellite image be looking like art from the James Webb 
Sick of playing my part just to pay rent.
This is made up shit, it don’t make sense (cents) 
I just roll my spliff, do the same shit.
Hard to do my part, when it’s makeshift.

-

[bridge]

It’s fatal,
to not live

I’m anal-ly cautious

My plates full, it’s not it

Ungrateful, i’m thoughtless

-
[hook]

Calling me the tree that gave
Everybody say i’m giving

I don’t need nothing, but thanks.
We’re trapped in a space time continuum

Hide shit like the C.I.A
This strength in the strain, non minimum.

Stone cold, couldn’t feel my face
These drugs I take last melinnia

-
[verse 2]

I hide it all-
Roll my weed- Hybridol

Wide awake-
Not high at all

Four days straight i tried to cop-

Now i’m fucked up, feeling withdrawn,
grew distant-

Letting time stand still, what’s the difference?

If i move I’ll break.
Something bout a win/lose, lost my strength.
(Aye)

-

Couldn’t keep up with them awkward lies.

Got two left feet, 
I was ostrich size (ostracized)
 With my neck stretch out, i was not type-
To let blood bleed blood, this gospel wine.

Thou blood be blood, this is hostile life.
Love my home, but it’s not the life-

When I reach my lows it was quantified,
by the heights i’d go chasing awful highs.

-
[bridge]

An angel, in spotlight
With wings sore- you caught flight

A claymore, in sunshine
This ain’t war- your foughts neigh

-
[hook]

The Giving Tree

Everything is connected <3

Produced by: 4most
Mastered by: RAK

Lyrics:

[hook]

Mission abort!
My safety’s compromised

My only face is remorse
I’m in the afterlife!

Went back n forth like it’s sports-
I drop the ball hit the floor,
I’m like a ghost who walks around inside your house or the morgue

-

You know I’m haunted.
I got skeletons inside my fucking closet.

I got scars that’s on my mind, they call it trauma.

But i won’t ever ever blame my momma
(or my momma’s momma)
-

[verse 1]

It’s all Freudian slips,
this life is complicated.
We Carl Jung in this bitch-
Unconscious variations.

Gave AI to the kids and sent them off to races-

Don’t trust the lies or the fibs-
They’ll turn you fucking racist

-

Couple flags burned-
This not the last urn.
This world is ashes to ashes-
You’ll get your ass burnt

To build a bridges to the masses, you’ll need out work-
Every savage and maverick that’s on the outskirts

-

[hook]

Mission abort!
My safety’s compromised!

My only face is remorse-
I’m in the afterlife!

Went back n forth like it’s sports-
I drop the ball hit the floor,
I’m like a ghost who walks around inside your house or the morgue

-

You know i’m haunted
I got skeletons inside my fucking closet

I got scars that’s on my mind-
They call it trauma 

But i won’t … ever ever blame the karma
(WTF i did?!)

To ever deserve?
Forever repent
This heaven or earth?
I tend to forget.

The cycle of birth-
Recycles the mess.
Just watch how you work and watch where you step 

[verse 2]

I’m just a lowly earthling.
Wholly trapped, concerning-

My higher self, is high as hell
He’ll switch the channel surfing.

Frequencies don’t like me well
I heard our planets burning.

Interlocked and interwove
our different selves converging.

-

I’m up to bat with a sword.
My soul trapped in this gourd.

A horror movie, queer coded, ignored-
They ain’t up on latest fashion
I’ve been keeping accord-
Plugging into surface data where my memory’s stored

[hook]

Mission Abort!

Everything is connected <3

Produced by: 4most
Mastered by: RAK

Lyrics:

[verse 1]

Lets fast forward the future-
Maybe cars will fly.
An evanescent maneuver-
Brought me back to life

I’m ever present, a doer.
Should’ve got you an Uber.

Missed trains, entrails, lay dead with the shooter.

Like shoot!
I should’ve did something.
I’m always stuck in my head-
I should’ve lived some.

The sun will set in the west-
Let it dim some.
And rise again when we’re dead-
Had a sick hunch.

-

Nothings permeant.
Times stuck in a tourniquet.
Walking marionette-
Fuck observer-ship

You’ll catch me walking the plank
I’m not deserving it.
It’s everyday that i’m dead-
I’m not the first to quit.

-
Fuck it-
I’m a stay in.
No threw me a rose
I’m like pavement.

Felt my body erode-
Through the cracks i arose.

Time kills, it’s a part of the show.

-
[Narrator]

Gather round.

I’m glad everybody came out tonight.

As we stand here on our neighborhood corner-

Partaking in this spiritual journey.

I want you to remember that what you see is but an illusion

And every action you take is predicated on the fact that your soul is terrified of rejection.

-
[Verse 2]

the cameras off and curtains close
you can see the ego drop mask, it’s vertigo
room spins fast, no chance it’s vertical
upright dance, held holds it’s hurting though

we entertained-
interlocked as we’re all integral to playing games
no man alone, could telephone
I’m Louis lane 

catching message and sending home a loaded tank
to catch a bullet and let it roam

is human angst


-

Arnold Schwarzenegger-
Stuck inside a torture chamber.
This planet wreaks of death.
Holding back- wars contagious.

You’d never think of that, but thinking back
It's normal stages-

Finding fire, lighting fires, till there’s no creation
Find a writer, exorcise her, till there’s no creatives

Peg a liar as a truther, now they Joshing ain’t they?
Nathan Drakin excavations just for profit baby.

Laying waste to what we made now that’s obnoxious ain’t it?

-

[outro]

laughs-

Shit,
Life is a trip and all that

Oh God they got it right

This shit crazy… fuck

When are we gonna stop killing each other?

Oh (Intro)

NEW CVNT REMIX

Produced by: Olle Walin x yuki 

Lyrics:

I got racks and i got reg
Bitch i’m fucked up in the head
This that gender envy music
I might crack a couple eggs
Humpty Dumpty switched his sex
I look different since my ex
Ain’t a glow up, if i blow up
for’ the time that i get big
I got racks and i got reg
Bitch i’m fucked up in the head
This that gender envy music
I might crack a couple eggs
Humpty Dumpty switched his sex
I look different since my ex
Ain’t a glow up, if i blow up
for’ the time that i get big

I’m off that green shit
(estrogen)
I'm off that green shit
(marijuana)

Smoking that gas, I got tabs on my tongue
and you know i fought demons

I kept them tabs on my demons
(Yup) 
I really mean it
Doing my dance, JIDDY lil jig
(Bitch!) 
Watch out for my penis

THATS A STEEL PIPE
I CAN STILL PIPE
I GOT TITTIES ON MY CHEST
LOOKING REAL NICE

You want dick? 
I got it
You want tits?
I got it

Take you pic-
Narcotic
Watchchu wish?
I flaunt it

Down and down and down that pole
Pussy go round and down that pole
Bussy go round and down that pole
Thussy gon
Thussy gon
Drown my soul
Got a big ass gock, stuff it down my throat 
Make it gwack, gwuack, gwuack
Imma GI JOE
Going way too deep, in sheets I know
Undercover, low-key?
Couldn’t my touch toes
But I still bend, Tease bitch
NB secrets, 
Gender is construct 
Fuck world peace then
LGBT scene 
Lookin demons
Hell of a neat thing
Nothing like Eden
(Flames!)

I gotta beat off, to ease my angst
Tee off, the skeet off
Feed my gang
Nut off

There ain’t noting wrong with it
Trachea blocked, I got flows long winded
Aim at the top, and then spew
Blow out!
Bite off more than I chew
Hoe out!
This the life that I choose
Show out!
Smoke the green that I grew
Mow town!

I’m off that green shit
I'm off that green shit

Jealously's ugly
my flow is disgusting
I’m off of the deep end

Bitches McGuffin
N' plotting for nothing
I’m put on the spot for a reason

To handle discussions,
I’ll fuck up a function
These bigots want something?
Then eat DICK!

THATS A STEEL PIPE
I CAN STILL PIPE
I GOT TITTIES ON MY CHEST
LOOKING REAL NICE

You want dick? 
I got it
You want tits?
I got it

Take your pic-
Narcotic 
Watchchu wish?
I flaunt it

(Lexi)
He say he like a lil dick (I got it)
He say he like a girl who switch (I got him) 
He say he like a bad ass bitch who’s trans no hiding bitch I flaunt it 
Pussy pussy pussy
And I serve all this cunt cunt cunt 
And I still roll his blunt blunt blunts
No gender envy cuz bitch I’m the one
(laugh) 
Bitch I’m the one 
Cuz bitch I’m the one

OFF THAT (Ft. Alexis T'ziah Mills)

Produced by: yuki 

Lyrics:

I don’t fuck with drugs bitch 
Save yo lean
Only popping pills Boi!  
HRT
Titties growing real nice-
WTF you mean?
Dick is like a steel pipe
I can hit yo spleen 

DOWN WITH IT
IS YOU DOWN WITH IT?
I WAS TRANSFORMING 
IS YOU DOWN WITH IT
DOWN WITH IT
ARE YOU DOWN WITH IT?
I WAS TRANSFORMING-
AUTOBOTS roll out!!

On my nightstand
Is not a bible 
Pills and vyvanse
A splash of nyquil
Cash, sex, romance
Hash like four grams
 Stashed my rope and
Strap for whore friends

I don’t fuck with scrubs bitch
TLC
Only catch a dub with
Who the fuck like me
Narcissistic, love myself huh!
WTF you think!
Left this message,
From myself cuz
Not a male you see

Welcome to the new world order!
A place where boys look like girls and girls like boys!
Hell the lot of us don't look like either one
A place where you outta-
Ask someone for their fucking pronouns


And yes! 
We’ve got gender neutral bathrooms
A place that’s not even a place
It’s is a religion
A way of life!
When you’re Queer-
You're anti-normative,
Abolitionist! Anarchy!

I don’t fuck with drugs bitch 
Save yo lean 
Only popping pills Boi!
HRT
Titties growing real nice-
WTF you mean?
Dick is like a steel pipe
I can hit yo spleen

DOWN WITH IT
IS YOU DOWN WITH IT?
I WAS TRANSFORMING 
IS YOU DOWN WITH IT
DOWN WITH IT
ARE YOU DOWN WITH IT?
I WAS TRANSFORMING-
AUTOBOTS roll out!!

On my nightstand
Is not a bible 
Pills and vyvanse
A splash of nyquil
Cash, sex, romance
Hash like four grams
 Stashed my rope and
Strap for whore friends

I don’t fuck with scrubs bitch
TLC
Only catch a dub with
Who the fuck like me
Narcissistic, love myself huh!
WTF you think!
Left this message,
From myself cuz
Not a male you see

Producer: KYRIGO

lyrics:

Next and up and comer 
Double down 
I spent a bag

Holy matrimony 
Matriarchy
With a pen pad 

Murder what she wrote   
I’ll tell the story 
This is her path 

Trans femme Fatale
Coming from an 
AMAB

-
 
Assigned male at birth 
-
Yelling acab 

My ABCs went Bezerk
We take up 7 letters 

LGBTIA

Real gangsters flock together 

It’s like lasagna lil Wayne 
The Q is silent fella


Queer Coded
We love crime 
Viallan era shorty

Eat it up
Cuz it’s lunchtime 

Dressing up regardless
In bodegas or crunch time 

I ain’t showing off
You dress down cuz you bum like 

(I ain’t show up)
Unless the price, make a cop fly 


Everybody Bigots
Know me better?
KK.
Mansplain

Tearing up agendas
Give a fuck bout’ what the Man say

TRANSFEMME FATALE

Imma do my damn thing!
Holding up that patriarchy standard is a damn shame

Legs get wobbly
Walking over bodies here
They’re buried trauma deep
Gender Affirmation Life Saving
They play God to me
“They” as in the enemy
Wipe me out with policies 
(Thank your congressmen)

HONESTLY BITCH!
Could give a fuck about the politics 
Stratosphere’s burning
World ending, Full Apocalypse 

Mind’s been on the fritz
Existential, I feel all of it
Jumping off a sinking ship?
Imma build the walls again

Younger me could never do that
Thank God the younger generation always glued to iPads 
The Information Age
Revolution waiting on that
Get ready-
For when TikTok get banned

Nothing wrong with me
Lucky ticket golden eyes
Struck the lottery!

I’m the Logic of this rap shit
2 dichotomies
(You’re foul for that)
Black and White thinking
My philosophy: logic

Broken system the flaws peep
Have your rights taken  Damn it all cuz we all sleep!

Roe v Wade, Jim Crow
It’s evolving
You don’t got a dog in the fight then you’re all sheep
(You get it?)

Always share the limelight 
Life is peachy, serve lemonade 
Imma bring my peoples with me
How’d you think we’d elevate?
Kick the corporate ladders down
Hang you for a living wage
Honestly can’t make this up-
Scratching on my dinner plate

Delicious my itches
Rage is militous 
Won’t feed into anger-
That view is simplistic, but when there’s oppressors
There’s evil partitions
No moral conundrums-
Lets fuck up the system

So deep down below
So deep down below
(Deeper)
So deep down below
(Deeper)
As above I hope

So deep down below
So deep down below
So deep down below
(It’s Lexi)
Might expose some bones

Trans and black 
You know I spent my life fighting
We in need of a change and I’ll forever supply it
Smile and wave 
They teach you smile and wave
But bitch I’m more like a tsunami so get the fuck out my way
They wanna call me a bitch 
For not agreeing with them 
But I walk my own path and end up peeing on them
(You end up peeing on them)
Yep peeing on them
And I’m sick of these TERFS might end up skeeting on them
Singing 
Queer coded we love crime 
Get a plate eat it up cuz it’s lunch time 
We got shit to do now it’s crunch time
All rights are human rights that’s the punchline 
Singing 
Queer coded we love crime 
Get a plate eat it up cuz it’s lunch time 
We got shit to do now it’s crunch time
All rights are human rights that’s the punchline bitch

HER/STORY (Ft. Alexis T'ziah Mills)

Produced by: Grady Paul

Lyrics:

I don’t burn the fuel
For survival 
I thrive on it

Gasoline line prices
Getting higher
Than our minds , darling 

Third eye ponders
I’ve been thinking life often
Haven’t seen you it in
Suicidal-
put my life of 

-

Out the mud n the sticks
I was used to getting dirt 
On name, wasn’t shit

What it was
What it is?
Pipe dreams burst now
Iced out is the wrist 

Keep it flooded bitch

-

In time, the movie-
Have you seen it?

Time is running out
I’m spilling all my secrets

Try to foot bill, 
Sprained ankle szn

I ain’t skipping on a meal
Always eating

No crumbs left, really leave em upset

To the upmost,
Kill a verse one one breath

This ain’t gun smoke 
Weeds, in my lungs yes

Ain’t glock bro
Penis in my sun dress

-

Cat’s out the bag, can’t remain the same
They wanted trans to enlist
Imma Major Payne

Any problem, write a list
Feel like Santa came

Naughty-
Two erotics with the rizz
I’m a damn problem

Tell ya momma what is
I’m a milf goblin

Heard the perky set fake
Had some surgery

Gender affirmation
Understood it perfectly

I’m non beanie baby
Full disclosure
it’s a curtesy 


-

I don’t burn the fuel
For survival 
I thrive on it

Gasoline line prices
Getting higher
Than our minds, darling 

Third eye ponders
I’ve been thinking life often
Haven’t seen you it in
All it cost
Put my life of 

-

Out the mud n the sticks
I was used to getting dirt
On name, wasn’t shit

What it was what it is?
Pipe dreams burst now
Iced out is the wri-
WTF?!

-

Love the east coast
Love the west coast 
()

Bring your best clothes
Seas rise real slow
(lets take a lil dip)

Might die, who knows
Groove like Kuzcoo
(What do you mean i shouldn't like kids shows?)

Don’t trust fools gold
It’s worth like blue votes
(I'm Autistic)
-
flaming sunrise
(I feel like i'm overheating)
War clouds
Sky high

Rains downs, Lost lives
Paid out, got 5 

-

I don’t burn the fuel
For survival   
I thrive

Gasoline line prices
Getting high
oh my!

Third eye open
I’ve been thinking like why?

It's collective consciousness
Know you thinking likewise

I’m Y.3Y3s (wise)

That’s for yellow eyes

Though the the moniker be hittin
I be hella fried

Burning IQ
Not unlike you
Feeling burned alive

Its burden of system
Whole thing gentrified 

-

I don’t burn the fuel
For survival 
I thrive on it

Gasoline line prices
Getting higer
Than the mind, darling 

Third eye ponders
I’ve been thinking life often
Haven’t seen you it in
All it cost
Put my life of it

-

Out the mud n the sticks
I was used to getting dirt
On name, wasn’t shit

What it was
What it is?
Pipe dreams burst loud
Earth as flooded as it gets

J.Plantana:

Earth as flooded a bitch
You can see the paper floating
in the mud and sticks
Lifejacket deflating, but the money opposite
City worth a penny, value sinking like the ships

DAMN!

My pockets need some oxygen, 
I want them like a blimp

My dawg get into heaven with an angel on my wrist
This posey is accomplishing some shit you've never seen!

We're feeling real approximate to the heroes in the flicks!
Like this-

Excavate the city while you're minding your own bizz
Evavuate!
We can send pretty ass away

This shit is not pretty-
we might crumble into bits
But one-day it gets beautiful like living in the Ritz

FLOODED (Ft. J.Plantana)

Producer: KYRIGO

Lyrics:

Way my team be blasting off
Trios mad gay
Spongey cake 
And Hassle-houff
We like it both ways
Cross the street-
If cocks involved
Play chicken law chase!
Fuck the cops 
I stomp em out 
My boots got spikes babe!

This that goth trap 
Hyperpop, In all black
Playboy Countula
TRANSFEMME going all vamp
Rock Aliyah core
Fishnets with a fur cap
With mi amor!
Scaring bigots 
War path

I WOKE UP
THEN I TOLD MYSELF IM GONNA MAKE IT
These Luvseat handles 
Tattered down
From when we fuckin naked
 
Grip the couch
No hand me downs
These fixer uppers crazy  
Build you up then tear you down 
It’s demolition lately  

Way my team be blasting off
Trios mad gay
Counter Culture 
Trifecta 
Feel the outrage 
Queer coded 
Gay agenda 
Outta have faith 
What’s the missing piece?
The Culture 

Tell the truth, you don’t talk about it
Wanna walk the walk, don’t walk round it
Talk is cheap
Be a thousand 
If we chalk it up 
Bodies planted 
Black Bodies
Trans bodies
“All lives” home bodies
Horse shit, false prophets
Outside we mobbin 

Way my team be blasting off
Trios mad gay
Spongey cake 
And hassle-houff
We looking both ways
Cross the street
If cocks involved
Play chicken law chase!
Fuck the cops 👮‍♀️ 
I stomp em out 
My boots got spikes babe!

Ok now i don’t really talk about sex
Put the pussy on him told me he saw death
I’m a succubus leave him obsessed 
If they disrespect 
we burn and protest 
Quick to get undressed
She was such a pest
I’m a punk always causing distress 
Body so fine thought he saw Jesus 
He’s blessed
On so many pills i won’t never rest
I like girls
Like boys
Like they/thems too
Smack a bigot out if they wanna get rude 
Shaking ass in these big fat Demonia boots 
Im a bitch? You a cunt what you wanna do
I’m a violent hoe i keep the clip for you 
Karen hating cause she is such a prude
Pussy so dry Sahara got nothing on you
Pussy so dry powder is what your queefs blew
Aye 
Don’t mean to be rude
But if you hate wtf am i to do
Love however you fucking choose just let go and let loose
But don’t worry bout me
I’m a psycho again what you wanna do
This fight you really don’t wanna feud you don’t listen fine do you 
Now class what you learn cause homeworks due

3 MuSKEET TIERS (Ft. XADUH)

Produced by: 8een

Lyrics:

Ain’t no pistol in my pocket  
Like an outlaw
Still can crop you out the picture, dick is that bomb
It’s a winter-
Blizzard will he jack off?
Heavy hitter, I ain’t fucking till she slack jawed 

Ain’t no pistol in my pocket
Like an outlaw
Still can crop you out the picture, dick is that bomb
Fucking with me
Dick is not attached on
Make him buckle,
Till he gasp
Gotta strap on
  
Baby open wide
Why you working on a tenor
I need vocal frys

Aye Aye!
Need to vocalize
I can switch me up gender
Watch me a roll the dice (Aye!)
Ain’t no prologues or presets
I’m talking no balls, delete it
There ain’t controllers involved
I’d analog, with her penis
Stuck in transit, so long
She cut it off and break even
I’m off the rail with these flows
Hop off the tram for no reason

That’s a trans perspective
Just hidden allegory, you’ve been hand selected
In the matrix, finding glory
Hope your mans respect it
May he kiss you in the morning,
If you manifest it

Me….?
I need my dick sucked
Jackson Pollock when we link
I been bricked up
I can hold my alcohol, till I get hiccups
Got my back against the wall, like I been bricked up  You got it mixed up
Ain’t no pistol in my draws, but i’m bricked up
Kept a rubber in my wallet,
like a big slut
Got em’ reaching for the guap
like a stick up
You got it mixed up
Ain’t no pistol in my draws, but i’m bricked up
Kept a rubber in my wallet,
like a big slut
Got em’ reaching for the guap
like a stick up


Ain’t no pistol in my pocket
Like an outlaw
Still can crop you out the picture, dick is that bomb
It’s a winter-
Blizzard, when he jack off
Heavy hitter, i ain’t fucking till she slack jawed 

Ain’t no pistol in my pocket
Like an outlaw
Still can crop you out the picture, dick is that bomb
Fucking with me
Dick is not attached on
Make her buckle,
Till she gasp
Gotta strap on

You get it?
We’re like outlaws here 
Talk erasin social contracts 
All y’all fear
Going full anarchy 
In the air like Zaheer
I don’t trust the Annunaki 
Prison Planet it’s geared 
It’s like
Truama happened 
How’d it happen?
Late reaction 

Emo eminem 
I knew they’d call me making fight club music 
This ain’t black or white
Can’t pick a side 
They took a Lycan too it 
Monster in the night 
At last
See beyond the forest
Freer than bird, I learned 
We’re just a consciousness
Frequency within a universal 
Shared incompetence

I’mma be me, stay you 
Use your common Sense 
Done with with a that low self
I’ll boost my confidence   
Walk the finest line of pure delusion,
Fuck that peer confusion 
I just open fire, all online
You don’t hear the music 
Do no evil, See no evil
I wish y’all could face the music 
You can’t face your destiny 
My dreams are hella lucid 

YOU GOT IT MIXED UP
AINT NO PISTOL IN MYYYY-

Ain’t no pistol in my pocket 
Unleash it a lethal weapon 
I’m a Crime against humanity 
Myriad of clashing class  
 
Gentrified our neighborhood
Then gender-fy  me, talking trash
Fuck your stupid gender roles
Adopt me, can’t pull of the CAMP
Flognog to your noggin
Crucify me, then you double back 
Wolfgang on this bitches 
Queer pacts been the cul de sac

I know my lungs worth 
So until dying breath 
Moral panic getting unlearned 
Detached to all my senses 
It’s seamless, you gotta push my traumas buttons 
High strung and defeated 
I- I- I

I can’t even be in flesh in body
Must be Jesus bitches
Do my crime in public 
Just existing 
I can’t plead the filth when
I be punchin Nazis
In the mouth
Jordan Peterson
White men with eugenics 
Ben Shapiro
False allegiance 
Logic, you’re slave to your grievances 
Intellect admist, 
How you did us like that? Ad hominem 
Smoke within the fog
Showing your prerogative
A label’s just label 
Call a spade, don’t care what card it is

Queen of hearts 
Death to patriarchy 
Monolithic lense
Cut a Lernaean off
They prolly
Grow another head 
I don’t need the confrontation 
Tired of us butting heads 
I don’t need your low vibrations 
Bitch I’ll fucking off yer head

OUTLAW

PUT IT ON THE SHIP (Ft. Jayla Greenbean x Ponz, The Angel)

Produced by: Yuki

Lyrics:

Without question,
Roe v Wade is one of the most controversial decisions
Dobbs-
The Supreme Court has just issued
A decision many will wait for a ruling in Dobbs v Jackson Woman's Health Organization
This the major case regarding abortion rights
Neurodivergent self diagnosis is absolutely valid and we need to talk about why that is 

Imma leave the earth split 
Turn it too a brunt crisp
Even when the world spins. 
Caught em on the first wind
Imma leave the earth split 
Turn it too a brunt crisp
Even when the world ends- 
Hold on a second gotta wind this back

Bound to raise the murder rate
Sender to an early grave 
Numbers on the up and up
Mars in a retrograde
Bars on electrocute
Man this shit is lemonade
Every rhyme resolute
And it’s special made
I can execute, have a little faith
I’m a stone cold killer like a head of snakes
This the death of you
See the heaven gates
Make in time stand still when I’m in a RAGE

Feeling limitless, God save the innocent
Raw strength in arms length inching in
Arcane the dark plagues
Little known fact
These teeth are sharp blades
Cut no slack
Might eat ya heart babe
VR punks, can’t reach a stars fate
Reach my pump, PR the bar raised
PR stunts -
Really nothing quite too elegant

Imma leave the earth, split 
Turn it too a brunt crisp
Even when the world spins
Caught em on the first wind
Imma leave the earth, split 
Turn it too a brunt crisp
Even when the world ends

*Stream TRANSFEMME FATALE now*
Been streaming so well, put ADs on it
Overseas can’t tell, 
Kept tabs on it
Mainstream ain’t sell
Been lan hopping 
This dick ain’t free
Got bands off it

ADHD screening
Cost mad profit
Copping pill, with insurance
That’s a damn problem
Or I couldn’t afford it
What’s the point of our existence
Mom should’ve aborted
Roe v Wade 
Shit is important
Why the government agendas hurting ppl exploited?
Always foil up some up plan 
Leave our people disjointed
Weed smokers in building
PTSD appointments
Got a medical card 
Drown out all the noises
Got the heaviest heart
I’m weighed down by emotion
Bitch!
Quick sand, not floating
Kid!
Rage deep, plus oceans thick

Nanobyte technology 
Iron man of rap, quick deductions 
I logically-
Put together pieces way deeper than knowledge be
Little ass scraps,
Saw a glimpse of pathology 
Tounge twist raps I’m fucking anomaly
Student of the game, plus I study psychology 
I can the difference from the cap 
And the honesty 
Capping in your rap is like an average facade to me
Truthfuly, honestly

Imma leave the earth, split 
turn it too a brunt crisp
even when the world spins
caught em on the first wind
Imma leave the earth, split 
Turn it too a brunt crisp
Even when the world ends

EARTH SPLIT

Produced by: dotfive

Lyrics:

Lean back, it’s not urgent    
Tough act i’m not nervous
Draw blood, let the fluid fly
One blade on my persons
Gun safe, i got verses
Sunday i’m in churches
MONDAY LET THE BULLETS RAIN
FUCK FAITH I GOT URGES

Full throttle, red pilled 
No white boy shooter 
This blood that got spilled 
Like white noise to us 
Black voices make noise 
We rise up to it 
Steal voice, steal chords on iTunes music 
Let me make this clear!
Bitch I don’t do it
Write a Presidential speech
Fuck Pro white movements
Triple K got peers
You’re a no life to us
Got an existential fear
How I kept on moving 

Lean back, it’s not urgent
Tough act i’m not nervous
Draw blood, let the fluid fly
One blade on my persons
Gun safe, i got verses
Sunday i’m in churches
MONDAY LET THE BULLETS RAIN
FUCK FAITH I GOT URGES

Let the Smoke rise 
Toast the most high
Off the boat 
No coke rhymes 
Off the coast
That’s off the map 
Way off the road 
No sunshine
Still with the shits like a plumber
Mario sunshine on all of you fuckers
M on your head I’m synonymous brother
Cole want a body, I’m dropping this summer 

It’s passion, Apple macin’
I can back it up
No distractions, let’s get active
Watch me back it up
Bitch what’s happening 
I’m the captain
Y’all keep acting up
Push y'all backwards
Stop the capping
Y’all need backing up

I’m on the edge
Running them off when off the meds
Ya! Ya!
Sick in the head
Getting a kick out shitting the bed
Ya! Ya! 
Brushing my teeth with the crest
I got fee for the mess
Flossing a B with check, call me the reaper of death 
Ya! Ya!

Lean back, it’s not urgent
Tough act i’m not nervous
Draw blood, let the fluid fly
One blade on my persons
Gun safe, i got verses
Sunday i’m in churches
MONDAY LET THE BULLETS RAIN
FUCK FAITH I GOT URGES

The fuck is you scared for?
Take another glance high chance
I'm airborne
Osborn Corp
Green corpse- the Airforce
Can't keep up
Mach 5 my territory
6 feet deep, deep down i'm paranoid
On my sword I'd die the hero way
Don't mind me,
My fleet can clear the way

Lean Back
Big Pun
Hit em with the Madlibs- lingo tuff
Dilla to a leadership
Existential leader shit
Good die young-
27, will I meet a death?
Kumbiyah-
25, did you see it yet?

Outside
I'm an outlier
Can't chameleon blend,
I left a brow higher
Looking back at my friend-
"Am I an outsighter?"
Scope longer than theirs-
Really Out-Snyder
All the clips that I get-
Not a crowd hype(r)

ZZZ
They be sleeping on me
Big Pun in this bitch-
I be leanin on em

Lean back, it’s not urgent    
Tough act i’m not nervous
Draw blood, let the fluid fly
One blade on my persons
Gun safe, i got verses
Sunday i’m in churches
MONDAY LET THE BULLETS RAIN
FUCK FAITH I GOT URGES

LEAN BACK

Produced by: David Tamas

lyrics:

This ain’t that
No filter, Gon Kill my wrath
Ape shit

Got skill, no cap
Off kilter- Don’t feel no bad
Watch this

Might peel yo cap
Talk shit, get hit
Like bratttt!

Tongue slip
I will bite back
Don’t bitch
I’ll bitch right back
(watch this)

Gallery statement
Word salad displayment 
Thousand worth a pic-
I was bound to be painting

Human on earth 
I was bound to meet Satan

Time would only matter when I’m salary changing 
I charge $1K for a verse, that’s my caliber baby

$20 buck words, got nerve for a young buck
5 hunnid total, no less, it was touch luck
Couldn’t book Yellow?
Here’s a lesson for you dumb fucks

Hittas got heat
My blade like a tool kit
Tech, Ty Lee
Definition of a cool kid

Check my chi
Limousine, been stretched out
Kept my calm, 
Long haul, went the best route

Dick like balls, so big 
Leave you stretched out

9 missed calls so pressed 
when you stressed out

Text my boss,
"When is Yellow spossed’ to get out?"

Workin past dawn
All my ethics been x’d out

This my shit
No feeling gone feel like this
(my bad)

Still write hits
Them bitches 
Don’t build my bridge,
(like that)

Brick by brick
My empire might flip, get cash

Overnight don’t trip
Check stats

Wasn’t quick
Shit I spent 6 racks
(No cap)

This ain’t that 
No filter, Gon Kill my wrath
Ape shit

Got skill, no cap
Off kilter
Don’t feel no bad
(Watch this)

Might peel yo cap
Talk shit, get hit
Like bratttt!

Tongue slip
I will bite back
Don’t bitch
I’ll bitch right back

Nowadays we laugh a lot
Funny now in retrospect
First it hit a nerve, 
Funny bones get disrespect

Hard to curb a feeling, 
When a gut punch in effect
Now i just sit and observe 
I’ve grown intellect

Y’all bitches love to disturb-
up on the internet
Never too old for this work
I got to even pressure
Gift of gab mixed with curse
I'm like a lethal weapon 
Teaming up with Nate, went beserk 
He cure an evil presence 

I ain’t no regular guy, I’m not accustomed to fraud
I been the highest of high , and if they’re of secular mind,
I look em dead in the eye introduce em to god
I been a menace to ministers, sinister, handle my businesses,
My signature gone be abroad.
I came to revel in battle and not for applause.
Solo, don’t tell me the odds.
Ain’t been spitting since way back
Ain’t got no album on 8-track
But I came clean like Ajax
In a may-tag, City been off-course, where the reins at
Came real hard, maintained that
That’s why me and my team, we gone gain plaques
Maybe then I’ll even get a face tat
Speeding through the city in a Maybach 
I don’t need to know when the brakes at!

THIS AINT THAT (Ft. Nate Womack)

Lyrics:

Sorta like a pistol pop
Left smoke in the air 
When I pissed em off
G-gone with the wind
Call me Mr. Lost
When I sign with the pen
Write, Miss your loss

Non-binary
Not stable, I might perry
Go ahead take shots 
I’m nightmarey
Haunt dreams, rob thoughts
I type scary
Long nails, chalked up
My price vary     
 Where the plot began?
I was rolling up dough 
Like it’s Auntie Anne’s
Trynna stack more clones
Than a Pac advance
Book tours, book shows
I’m author damn
When i write these quotes
I was off the grass
That’s ironically a bar
Cuz i’m on the path
Took lest, book me
Since i’m not your fam
Full prices booking
50 pop a grand
(pop)

sSorta like a pistol pop
Left smoke in the air 
When I pissed em off
G-gone with the wind
Call me Mr. Lost
When I sign with the pen
Write, Miss your loss

Non-binary
Not stable, I might perry
Go ahead take shots 
I’m nightmarey
Haunt dreams, rob thoughts
I type scary
Long nails, chalked up
My price vary     

Nice quote
Ha Ha Ha!
My eyes closed
Treaty a shitty situation
Like a deal on ice hoe
Couldn’t live my life broke,
So i switched up my flow
Ain’t no diamond in the ruff
I put my nose to grindstones

E- to the S
to the TRO
to the GEN
(ESTROGEN)

Like a Pokémon game,
Way i grew out my skin
Got that Yellow Eyes- Juandice
Fought with the pen
Let my dogs out the pen
Not a bitch, nor a woman
Trans with the pronouns
Cons and the Pros getting weighed when I x out
Unstable rage, 
Checks and Balances check out

Sorta like a pistol pop
Left smoke in the air 
When I pissed em off
G-gone with the wind
Call me Mr. Lost
When I sign with the pen
Write, Miss your loss

Non-binary
Not stable, I might perry
Go ahead take shots 
I’m nightmarey
Haunt dreams, rob thoughts
I type scary
Long nails, chalked up
My price vary     

(It’s BOY BOWSER Bitch!)
First things first respect my pronouns
Don’t call me a she or it’s a showdown
BOWSER got the heat straight from SoCal
Everybody know that i’ve been on a fucking roll now 
I got some dough now
I made a little bit
I got em focused on me like they popping Ritalin
Packed my plate 
I’m bout to start digging in
HRTbreaker face 
i’m the opposite of hideous
Best in the city that’s me
Oh so pretty thanks to the 
T- to the E
To the S,T,
O,S,T,E,R, 
ONE
(Testosterone) 
Transmasc rapper I’m causing friction 
I got more bars in me dawg 
I’m not done
Cuz I flow too hard
No I don’t pull my punches
My right take for discussion
If you got a problem with me
I suggest you shove it (Ooh!)
How you like that?
I’m bout to put my town on the map
I know the way to make these transphobes react
When they see me just thrive
And they try and attack
But they don’t got jack or squat
I’m Him, you’re just mad you’re not (yuh)
Face facts
You could never be stopped, or popped, or panicked
66 ring ya the drip satanic 

Sorta like a pistol pop
Left smoke in the air 
When I pissed em off
G-gone with the wind
Call me Mr. Lost
When I sign with the pen
Write, Miss your loss

Non-binary
Not stable, I might perry
Go ahead take shots 
I’m nightmarey
Haunt dreams, rob thoughts
I type scary
Long nails, chalked up
My price vary

NON BEANIE [Ft. Boy Bowser]

Produced by: KYRIGO

Lyrics:

Haven’t heard a bass like this since 05’ 
Fuck 5.0
Egregious is yo crimes 
Gotta face the music we relish in old time
Heard the sky the limits
But baby that’s just lies
Life is filled with riddles
I hit em’ with punchlines 
Truth gon hit the hardest 
Would show you nice time-
But nowadays 
Enough is enough
I’ll go batshit
Sick of all the government lies
I pay taxes 

Just to get my rights taken
Blow my high, I get anxious 
Step outside, feels dangerous 
Hell is hot, God fainted 
(BITCH!)
Filipino won’t raisin
(It’s too hot!)
Yellow skin, sun bathing
Melanin. God’s favorite 
Kingdom come 
We all waiting

Grab a life boat
Wear your nice clothes 
It’s our ride home
Hell if i know
It’s a cyclone 🌀 
We look fly thou 

To the night bitch
To the 9’s
I’ve got eyelids
Yellow Eyes
(Open up)
I’m like bright gold
Close your eyes
(It’s a contradiction)
Suicidal-
Lost your mind

I’ve been talking reckless and crazy, but no kizzy 
No kids-ing
21, can you do something for me?
Can you fucking get me birth control
I was Roe v Waded 
???????
???????
It’s like oh he Satan- that submersive flow
Really put you in the world-
Its a er- and go
Make you pause when you read it
It’s unsearchable 

Everybody living they’ve been hurt before
Nature unforgiving it ain’t merciful
Like, baby it’s your business  
It ain’t personal (nyah!)
Lately I’ve been feeling to comfortable (nyah!)
Realize what works for me might not work for y’all
Still mixing beans with the alcohol (nyah!)
I’m an angel making blessings out of curses though (nyah!)
Pressure on my friends to stop giving a fuck
Pressure on my friends to go give it up
Pressure on my homies, they’re gonna live it up
Just try girl I promise
It don’t hurt at all
Just try girl I promise
It’s gonna feel real good (ya!!)
Pressure on my friends to stop giving a fuck 
Pressure on my friends to go give it up
Pressure on my homies, they’re gonna live it up
Just try girl I promise
It don’t hurt at all
Just try girl I promise
It’s gonna feel real good (nyah!)

To the night bitch
To the 9’s
I’ve got eyelids
Yellow Eyes
(Open up)
I’m like bright gold
Close your eyes
(It’s a contradiction)
Suicidal-
Lost your mind

CYCLONE (Ft. Socks x Ponz, The Angel)

Produced by: prodbyTY

Lyrics:

HYPE ME! 
It’s not much too ask for 
Likey-
You scratch backs, and fight more
Slash source, sword pulled
The scab sore
Time heals, all wound 
Fast forward

HYPE ME! 
It’s not much too ask for 
Likey-
You scratch backs, and fight more
Slash source, sword pulled
The scab sore
Time heals, all wound 
Fast forward

I got trauma from problems-  
Back then I couldn’t see
See no evil, speak of lies,
Hiding everything

I internalized my struggle
Now its plain to see
Had to burst had little bubble
Let my ego breath
Inner child died
Missing was the love involved
I’m a shell of a shell
Like a Russian doll
In past i survived
Fixing all my wrongs
ADHD a mess
Start another storm

In thick of
Big booty, meticulous 
In they eye of storm
Lick the shitter bitch
If you sitting on pot,
Get off the shitter kid
Putting rappers in their pampers
When they shit the bed
Call the clean up crew
(*riiiiiiiiiing*)
Telecom for goofy-
How’d we know it’s you?
You’re the textbook definition
Of a who are you?
Just a walking apparition 
Like a looney tune

HYPE ME! 
It’s not much too ask for 
Likey-
You scratch backs, and fight more
Slash source, sword pulled
The scab sore
Time heals, all wound 
Fast forward

“By the hand of my Momma
Kept the cannon and ‘Juana
Escaped my old home like
I ran to be someone
If I was a runaway slave
I’d probably find a Underground way
To help niggas try to be hunters
I drive around with my niggas in the back
They the gunners
One of them I had a crush on
I’m squashin’ it with ‘em
I never found I could be so mature as a youngin’
Healin’ hearts with my niggas, hope we get all we wantin’

But I’m scared that shit’ll get different on tour
My found family ain’t huggin’ no more
The love that I felt, that love is all chored
And the waves that we rode all ended up shored
Is you sure? Maybe it’s my brain
Sometimes I see future shit it’s all horror
Is you sure? Maybe it’s my brain
Sometimes I see future shit it’s all horror

Time heals, ain’t got much to ask for
All horror, but sometimes I fast forward
I see shit more pretty than the bad
I see villages of niggas healin’
I see niggas breakin’ ceilings
I see niggas feelin’
I see lil kids growin’ up to
Be the billion
I seen niggas stealin’
Jumpin’ other niggas
Just to feel like they the
Soldier, doing all the homework
Like block work,
Niggas like to say that that’s light work
I say what I’m doin’, that’s light work
Spoke truth to the shadow
Like I am nice,
I spent a lot of time
Just feelin’ like a dime
But now I’m a diamond
The dirt fallin’ off when I’m rhymin’
Runaway tears and I’m cryin’
I healed me, now I’m a butterfly
And I’ll never be silenced
Until the genocide come

And my name is Jayla“

Put It On The Ship:

“ I got a hundred wallets
Hit a lick on a nigga
And gave it all away
I swear I’m so into the knowledge
Prius whippin’ West Oakland
Where I rip the commas
I’m the illest motherfucker
Only gettin’ started
I dropped outta college
Spent a year on my own
And cut my parents off
And now I’m like summa cumma laude
Found family is realer than the ones
Who bought ‘em
I got a dollar on my name
Like I was tryna
Start a gang
Now what your kin say?
I’m cut from the cloth,
Like Tupac wears kinte?
King Kunta passed me the rock
And now I swear I’m like racin’ the clock
And all you dry motherfuckers
Kick push me aside
You can keep talk that talk
But 2 cents, for you,
Don’t you ever step to me if you not
Nicer than Pac, L Hill, K Dot, Tyler or Andre
Jayla Greenbean, “the last rapper,” what y’all say
In twenty down the line, I’ma be throwin’ a party
All the money I make, I swear it’s going to y’all
Stay humble, talk that talk, if you going to floss
Put it on the ship, and we straight to the stars,
My name is Jayla

TIME HEALS (Ft. Jayla Greenbean)

Produced by: David Arcane Beats

Lyrics:

I work A Lot,
Like J Cole sir savage 
DJ mixalot
  
This shit don’t stop 
Laxin’ all these rappers 
If i steal yo spot - 

THE FUCK WOULD YOU WANNA DO THAT FOR?

Swivel 10 digets on ground 

I’m screaming out loud
FAAFO
FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT

in class i was labeled an asshole
stimming they watching me bounce

i tore up floor, to the asphalt
No way that I’m still underground 

I work A Lot,
Like J Cole sir savage 
DJ mixalot
  
This shit don’t stop 
Laxin’ all these rappers 
When i steal yo spot! -

Please don’t drop!
I might catch a body when you’re record flops 

Record timing 
Breaking all records
Don’t it stress you out?

WORD OF MOUTH
TIK TOK
LURE EM OUT
YOU KNOW TIME IS MONEY

Light blue checks 
Spreading large amounts 
CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE honey
Imma have to bounce, 
Watch my step
When they gunnin for me 

Breaking Bread
Judas counterfeit, i don’t trust blood money 

-

THE FUCK WOULD YOU WANNA DO THAT FOR?

Swivel 10 digets on ground 

I’m screaming out loud
FAAFO
FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT

The rap game star pupil
got mad foes
Disciples, like 12 in my town 
I tore up floor, to the asphalt
No way that I’m still underground 

I work A Lot
Like Yonce and Rihanna
I transcended gender
Panic then attack
This prescribed it ain’t no bender
Put these bitches on they heads (yeah)
The way I beat her
They say that I’m the greatest
Always knew that I was special
(Yea I’m that girl)

Fuck around and find out about a bitch like me
I’m anxious
FAAFO to fuck niggas
I get worked up
I get dangerous
The Last Poet, what my name is
Leaving with who you came with
And I go all ways fuck around and get naked 

Boy you look good
Won’t you back that ass up (come here)
Got a blunt imma roll
come up and match one (smoke with me)
Opps really slow on growth come catch up

Wait-

The beat bounce, so I play
I might just, make a, hit today
(You know me)

It’s FAFFO to a fuck boy with a ego and a big mouth
(fuck around and find out about me)

It’s FAAFO to a a bird bitch with a small brain and a small amount
(I don’t like you bitches)

It’s FAAFO to a follower with no heart and no ends
And it’s FAAFO to my mom and dad
I really ain’t yo little friend (word)

I work a lot like laborers for nothing
Now the union opps (That’s real shit)
This shit too hot
I’m in the red
Yellow Eyes like Viper
Promise trap ain’t dead
Keep these bitches on the toes
I’m extra (am I?)
They say that I do too much 
I said, “This Pressure” (you just don’t get it)

I don’t need the clout or money (I need more. Gimme more)
Give me something lasting
Tell me is you really real?
Or just real passing (It’s not giving)
Tell me was you born with heart?
Or is your shit plastic?
I don’t associate with clones
They can’t get past me (Bye!)

STAR PUPIL (F.A.A.F.O) [Ft. The Last Poet]

Tmm Alr Sucks (Ft. JAYLA GREENBEAN) [Prod. docent]

H.R.815 (Jayshana's Plea)

Ready2Go (Ft. The Last Poet)

Song: Autopsy of a Freedom Fighter
Produced by: prodbywander
Lyrics:

I don’t wanna know 
(blind love)
I don’t wanna row
(safe seas) 
I don’t wanna show
(my love)
I don’t wanna go
(safely)
2x

Wrap me in a bow
If we’re tying the knot
Climb ropes
Froze
Fraid of the drop
Free fall lone
Thou i’ll save you spot
What’s a god
But an ode (owed) to a memory lost?
(something forgotten)

Records on the low, keep memory logs
I shit bricks, toss fits 
Quintessential a facade 
Eat shit!
Lost track our reality 
Always overate what’s the point to counting calories 

Fuck I’m supposed to say?
This an analogy?
Just metaphor ganja smoke hourly
Till my eyes roll back, 
Hope your proud of me 
I’m the only one to rick roll insanity
Modern day slaves 
Funds a modern day Auschwitz
Genocidal maniacs in the office UN parliament 
UK, USA, Israel, is all apart of it
So everyone touching dollar bills is just a martyr bitch

Couldn’t fully listen, cuz we’re broke MAN!
Auto-tune out
There is no chance!
Giving 2 cents
Could’ve sowed mends
Couldn’t fumble money
With these gold hands! 
Midas with the standards
Talk politely when I banter
Treat a person like person
Mold a person not a cancer
No control of wide emotions
Leave an egocentric bastard
Out the ecosystem dumb ass
You systematic hazard

Thriller reenactment
We’re all zombies chase dopamine
Really with the static
Burning out is now the normalcy
Nothings wrong with with norman
Till he’s pulling out your ovaries
Death of ideology 
Kill off authority,
Lock the judges,
Lock the grapist,
Free minorities!
Make all the oinkies, bleed red
Squeal horribly
Hope every white boy shooter
Gets annoyed with me
It’s okay to be insane, but keep it orderly

I don’t wanna know 
(blind love)
I don’t wanna row
(safe seas) 
I don’t wanna show
(my love)
I don’t wanna go
(safely)
2x

HUH
Check anatomy!
Push my body to its limits
Re-examine me
Have your work cut out
It’s a nasty scene
Till the blood squirts out it’s a fantasy
 
Slowly losing color
Cancel culture get you x’d out
Never been afraid
Spill guts, till it’s fleshed out
Skeletons in closet, 
I just put em in grave
Bury any hatchet, 
Murder weapons ain’t game!

Autopsy of a Freedom Fighter [Prod. prodbywander]

BLM860 'Cold Weather Blues'

Song: Spotify Wrapped
Written by: Juniper Abellana (Yellow Eyes)
Producer: Chais

Lyrics:

I’m not involved in the business
Still they asking me advice  
As if i’m still in it
Emblematic of an unsung character
Never under seasoned 
This the chapter of an unknown mariner

Never hit my digits less you want smoke Everywhere
Wouldn’t hold my breathe
Them toxins one more barrier

Soon to breach the surface
Connected with a purpose 
Hit you at point blank range
Save your cuz breath it isn’t worth it

Prayers wasted on me
Is a wack spell
When i write a verse, its curse
How does that feel?

Do it all on wax, its a fact 
On the map we’ll-
Put the whole city on
Eldest brother, all them younglings just My Diddy Kongs

Rappers try to hoe you for clout
Then feel like Diddy huh?
Mountains that i move 
From my MIDI bruh
Never gotten stage fright
Staring down anyone 
Ask me how i do it?
Survival - i’m the fittest one

Exceptionally standard
That’s a tad bit ironic cuz the baselines Higher than average
Pinning me against the world, 
I beat uncalculable quotas
i’ve been fighting the machine since Zack De la Rocha 
-
Never paper chase, all them paper trails for T.I
Celebrity aint everything the human life is pea size
Blips across existence, but our sins will Grow from knee high
Moe hill to a mountain, Sisyphus would get the e-vite 

Verse 2:

I’m not involved in the business
It’s a Spotify wrapped UP for all you of bitches
Numbers on the board, like astrology Bitches
Only angel numbers, as the lord is my witness
I hope the game recovers

Never tire from rapping
This the thing that gave me drive, 
Swerve right past the action 
Quick pit stop, 
Just to watch the sunset, now we have lift off
Houston there’s a problem 
Like a Pierce the Veil punk song

Ain’t no punk in me,
Hailey Williams all i know- Misery loves company
The Cure must be Nirvana
Green Day in my dungarees
Blink -182, 
if you turn up, turn back 2 degrees

180 Hoe,
1-800 phone a friend
It’s who you are, not what you know
Standing reputation for a bambi walking in my scope
I’d take a shot but then my name’d be known

Outro:

Y’all ain’t tough, Y’all need peace
As above, So below 
Beyond me

Holy Spirt Ghost 
Let’s have a 3 on 3
Running suicides, 
Do or die on me
2x

Spotify Wrapped [Prod. Chais]

Falling

Crossed

Limbo

Alien

Producer: PUIA

Lyrics:

Look in the sky!
 
It’s a bird
No its a plane
No wait..
Oh my god I don’t believe it!

If what we’re seeing here before our eyes is true... 
Then we are witnessing a Magical Girl Transformation!
 
Rocking new anatomy new
Its not eugenics
FFS, the scalpels under your brow

Now lift ya face up
HRT genetics
Do or don’t you know I’d make up

For any diss, illusion
Resolution = fees went way up

All I get is paper
Paper, paper, paper
Guess I’m famous aren't I 

Live scoop danger Benihanas I just made hibachi 
Pissin’ on a fire Blood baths, burning every body
Smoked em, left the evidence 
The gossip train and gram are talking

Allergic to the church Born sinner, freak of nature bitch Insidious, its horror PG-13, I can babysit 
Grown ass adults- 
Gender theory isn’t hard to grasp
Unless you’ve been brainwashed Colonized, oh wait you have

Oh wait you did
Perpetrate perpetuate 
Police me in every way 
Playing judge, jury, executioner
A deadly blade

Wrote us out the constitution

Corroborate 
Cooperate 
Copulate
Cop cities everywhere
It's common place

How many piggies at the market 
while I eat Lechon?
Filipino dishes love sisig, milk fish on the bone
I can milk the game, like a titty
Just know mine are soft
If you want a turn with me
Promise that i’d slut you out
Know I got the strap
And its organic 
I can dick you down

Whole lotta eyes on us baby
Promise that you wouldn’t lie to me baby

The creature is become increasingly hostile
She’s approaching me slowly
It's holding a weapon now
Oh dear god its a steel pipe!

Whole lotta eyes on us baby
Promise that you wouldn’t lie to me baby
Is you ride or die?
FLY with me BABY

Like a rocketeer
G6, in the open sky
Reinging fire
Bombing peers

Listen to my albums 
Where i’m lifting all my rapper friends 
Shittin on the hater
Son’t believe me like magic trick

Cards up my sleeve
Made you think that  was gamblin
Gambit like its X men
It's cannon that I fuck with 10s

Rouge shit 
Freedom fighter frequency
I goes in

10 toes down
Bitches spineless, they be boneless
Reminisce when Buffalo Wild Wings had them BOGOs
Buy 10 get 10,  free free on the low low

Inflation got these chickens, all forgetting that they GMO
Hit ‘em with reality 
That 1, 2, combo in the throat
Quick to punch a ticket
Order up!
So bitch who want the smoke?
They don’t want the cancer
Triple X em, R.I.P a foe

Magical Girl Transformation

Producer: JVD

Lyrics:

I think/thank the way she LOOK!
She looking out for me’
A diamond in ruff
Uncut, I doubt you see
I took a thousand what?
*wack*

Lashes, 
Pout with glee
My eyes were tearing up
Look down, I’m at your feet (I’d atrophy)
2x

Rot away (right away)
And I’ll Savior Complex
(x-x-x-x)

Bully type
You haven’t heard my offer 
(yet-yet-yet-yet)

Off the app
It’s not the least bit awkward
(let’s-let’s-let’s-let’s)

Build the tension
Till I feel my heart burst
(sex-sex-sex-sex)

DOPAMINE SICK
What an awful mean trick
How you made me see stars- 
Like astrology bitch!

In the past, wasn’t hard
Till you offered me dick
In the back of the car,
Front yard, in the gym

Engaurd, swing back
If I’m popping my lid 
Lose steam, lost faith
In the art of the sin

All Day, Kanye 
Even knows how it is
All Day All Day
At the mall with my bitch 

Oh there’s no letting up, 
A shred of doubt - believe
High heavens big enough
For all these downsome demons
No more pick me ups
It’s like she found me cheating
Ain’t no given up
I’d know she’d vouch me 

Rot away (right away)
And I’ll Savior Complex
(x-x-x-x)

Bully type
You haven’t heard my offer 
(yet-yet-yet-yet)

Off the app
It’s not the least bit awkward
(let’s-let’s-let’s-let’s)

Build the tension
Till I feel my heart burst
(sex-sex-sex-sex)

If you wanna test
you can test drive me 
I went global VIP
Changed IPs
Do what  I please
—
Swallow my pee
-
Anything you say goes! 
Okay
Opened hole bagels!
I’m gaped

Really I’m an A-Hole
Bleached taint 
Kanye West EGO
Ya Need faith

DOPAMINE

Producer: JohnFresko

Lyrics:

Daisy daisy
I’ve given you flowers daily
They life is what you make it 
Catch these blessings maybe?
SoCal my cellular baby 
I’m Carly Jepsen, waiting
The sun shines bright, in the sunshine states
East cost so cold I hate it

No show, like no one made it
Can’t wake till Mike Will makes it
You’ll my hear voice, on everyones phone
Like when this records playin

Can’t spin this back, You can double tap
No heart, Sir Savage baby
(21)

No none of these rappers phase me
But you so cold, I hate it

I don’t feel my lungs 
Phil Colins, in the air of the night’
Drowning in my love
In denial couldn’t put up a fight
Was it not enough?
Doing me, while you do what you like
Vicarious
Living through me, like you’re some parasaite

Flush now the options
Hush now because
Gold rush, a mountain
I got the funds

Wise men don’t Russian
Roulette, like a gun
Maybe I could him and cosplay for fun
How to break even?
If I feel numb?
I don’t have a reason,
When rhyming’s no fun
Something to believing
Is something I’d want
Empty out the guts while I roll another blunt

I don’t feel my lungs 
Phil Colins, in the air of the night’
Drowning in my love
In denial couldn’t put up a fight
Was it not enough?
Doing me, while you do what you like
Vicarious
Living through me, like you’re some parasaite

Dayz Dayz

Producer: Karrahbooo Type Beats

Lyrics:

Are you high now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you afraid of your success,
And if you are you perfect? 
Are you high now?
Shit I must be tripping
Put my best food forward
If it’s pussy that I slipped in 
I said, 

Put me on a beat 
You know I’m standing on business
Not yo average tranny rapper
Wreaking havoc when I step in 
Not on tour yet, barely local
Going loco in my head bitch 
Anti social, still went global
Seen a milli off my image

Are you high now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you afraid of your success,
And if you are you perfect? 
Are you high now?
Shit I must be tripping
put my best food forward
if its if it’s love that i’m getting 

This the down way up 
2x
Shit go left, and shit right 
But this the down way up 
2x

Multi facetted
My hands on ass and tits
That’s FTM, MTF acronyms
That’s not no accident 
Don’t call me back unless we passionate
Like whats been happing,?
It’s been a minute since we smashed n shit
That’s not no average dick 
That shit like magic

Wow Wow Wow Wow, let us fornicate
Bow Bow Bow Bow, put me on your playlist
Pound Town, pound, round for round, 
Red Sexxxy’s all we play 
Loud, proud, 
Make surround sounds 
JIDS, all on your face

Are you high now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you afraid of your success,
and if you are you perfect? 
Are you high now?
Shit I must be tripping
Put my best food forward
If its if it’s love that i’m getting 
2x

One way
One way, or highway

My Way, 
*honkkk*
Shorties at my drive way
One taste, one lay
I’ll make you cum babe
Trust me
We’ll lookin pretty bumping uglyss

Aim the for coastline
Big waves, these legs couldn’t hold tight
Pull way too deep from the low tide 
I’d splash all day, chill in yo thighs 
You brought your friends
They were so nice
We all took turns, till the sun rised
Played smash all night on Nintendo
I fuck my friends, that’s my M.O
Your m.i.a in the friend zone
Can’t get no play, 
What the hell for?
Go gay 4 pay, wish the best bro
Grossed 20k, 
I’m the best hoe

The radio say speed it up
But I just get slower
It’s a portal It’s a cyclone
But this pussy needs closure

Are you high now?
Shit I must be tripping
Put my best food forward
If its if it’s love that I’m getting 
2x

Down Way UP!

Producer: Pilotkid
Lyrics:

Favorite!
You’re my favorite! 
Wouldn’t leave you out rotation
It’s TRUE
Couple bad bitches I was talking too,
But imma save them all for later 

Favorite!
You’re my favorite!
So close I can taste it
Do you feel me from a far?
what’s the vibe when apart?
On my sleeve is a heart, 
Don’t you break it 


Take it!, (mhm)
I can take it!
To a whole other height, level baby

These ain’t games for weak, 
Any day of the week
7/24 Ate
Every date imma need, 
Just a little sweet taste
Like a cherry or peach
Cash rules everything.
Wu-tang I need C.R.E.A.M
On the tip of my tongue
Could you tell me when you seek

Shit it’s kinda hard to tell
When you mentally leave
I mean, baby use your words
Know consent is the key 
We been non-verbal lately,
like irregular speech 

You not no regular degular,
Hit my cellular please
I got your phone 📞 number saved, birthdate 
And the deets-

Know your zodiac sign, moon rising
So please
I can tell when you’re fronting
Or just want me to leave

But just back it up…
Re-trace, my steps when you back up
It’s a different type of love when you’re acting up 
like it’s paramore baby, I ain’t had enough

Favorite!
You’re my favorite!
Wouldn’t leave you out rotation
It’s TRUE
Couple bad bitches I was talking too,
But imma save them all for later 

Favorite!
You’re my favorite!
So close I can taste it
Do you feel me from a far?
what’s the vibe when apart?
On my sleeve is a heart, 
Don’t you break it 
2x

G.L.A.M, Ferg
So glamorous

P.O.L.Y, ya 
I’m amorous 

Lemme spell it out - layman’s terms 
its unanimous 

That I fuck around, 
Never left you out did i?

Always been a 100 with my time, never did lie?
If I ever did, 
I wouldn’t blame you, cuz the r-izzIDE
Way off track, 
Wouldn’t bring you where i Reside 

If i wasn’t okay dying living where i lie (lay)
Slighty suicidal i was Toe-in on a line 
Stepping over boundaries 
With human learned preferences 
The preface is 
You gotta fuck up once, ☝️ 
before you wreck your shit
Crash out

Cruising for Brusin 
Rode the wave till i passed out 
Dumbed down conclusions 
TLDR,
I was ass out
Ass handed to me 
Gave it back just like i’m Pacquiao 
1, 2 - sucker punch, I could blow your back out 
Hergie Bacyadan
Genders maxxxedd out 

HUH! Filipino icon things
It’s a different type of feeling when they’re feeling my songs
Different type of feeling when I’m feeling I’m on on
All this mother fucking feeling I don’t’ feel that I’m wrong


Favorite!
You’re my favorite!

So close I can taste it
Do you feel me from a far?
what’s the vibe when apart?
On my sleeve is a heart, 
Don’t you break it 

Favorite!
You’re my favorite!
Wouldn’t leave you out rotation
It’s TRUE
Couple bad bitches I was talking too,
But imma save them all for later 

Favorite!
You’re my favorite!
So close I can taste it
Do you feel me from a far?
what’s the vibe when apart?
On my sleeve is a uh huh uh huh

BULLSHIT!
Back on my bully like, O’Shae
Bullshit
Bitches with attitude, 
mood change, full switch
blue seas, grass green 
looking for the culprit
sold me dream, never dreamed of a pool pit
front yard, back yard, 
couldn’t feel my pulses
heart leaps, jumps
high as hell, 
US open 
back n forth
back n forth
shit get self indulgent 
yelling, then we cussing, then we fucking, till the moaning

Favorite!
You’re my favorite! 
Wouldn’t leave you out rotation
It’s TRUE
Couple bad bitches I was talking too,
But imma save them all for later 

Favorite!
You’re my favorite!
So close I can taste it
Do you feel me from a far?
what’s the vibe when apart?
On my sleeve is a heart, 
Don’t you break it 

Favorite

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

Album Release Date: January 21st, 2026 [My B-Day] 
Artist: Yellow Eyes x Jamal Malachi
Producer: PUIA

Lyrics:

This love I got’s not sunshine
Rainbows like acid rain
Leak tears fall off my face slow
Am only I insane?

Way Too Much Sugar
In my Tank Darling!
I’m like L, but won’t take an L
(What do you think of that L?)
Steady dodging Death Notes
(Hey!)
They be throwing Hexes and curses
I’m like Da Vinci, watch me code break
Reversing this cursive
It’s Picture prefecture, paint a 1000 words 
My character urgent
Don’t got no time to waste
With bird bitches limiting purpose
You fucking heard me?

Go and use my deadname
2 can play the same game
One of us gets crossed out, (X)
Living till I get praise 
Universal shit day
This ain’t like the movies
Throwin' fisticuffs, till 12 came

Way Too Much Sugar
In my Tank Darling!
They don’t love me at the blood banks
FDA, golly!
1983 to 2023 Hard things
Need a shot, I’d give a shot
Just give a shot bar keep!

I like femmes that’s fucking men we on that HRT
Double rainbows, wanna taste it?
Y’all cooperation complacent 
Pink washing, that’s fake "en-gay-gement"
Can’t fake the funk, why you faking?
i’m flamboyantly, fragrant
No femboy, but it’s gay-shit
We ACT UP for the ages 
Then Strap up, it’s contagious
From FAGS, DYKES, 2 TRANS RIGHTS
The Cis-sytem getting anxious

Shout outs to Bobby Sanchez!!
Know this queer shit ancient
Which culture invented gayness?
I could never pin the origin-source
Blame it on my genes, so even archeologist support
They’ll look back in the future, see these trans bones
Anthropology, can’t study me or my philosophies
I bomb atomically, metaphorically performing robbery
Running off with gender signs yo sacred iconography
Buried deep, can’t run the jewels when obsolete
Me explain my culture to you?
No that’s exhausting please
Get up off my dick,
I got this titties too
I won genetic lotteries

This love i got’s not sunshine
Rainbows like acid rain
Leak tears, fall off my face slow
Am only I insane?

Way Too Much Sugar
In my Tank bitch
Motifs make me horny
Midriff showing, if you made then
Treat me just like a maiden
Luv me, fuck me, suck me, pay me,
Stranger to straight friends
Dangerous- a DL 
What’s the deal scoring trade?


 [Jamal Malachi]

Lyrics coming soon!
￼

SUGAR (Ft. Jamal Malachi)

Workers Woes

First Aid Cert

Living in America

Hope you enjoy the ep!

Lyrics:

Loving you feels simple, rest my hand upon your dimples
When you smile wide, with them doggy eyes, i really think that i’m in for
More Than I would've guessed, had a wooden chest, 
But I knocked on wood, I've stood for less

I should profess, my love for you
And In this deck I shuffled you, 
what the odds, 
thank the gods
broke the bank been banking on you
With the flame i’ll make the fondue
With the change, I'd play a song you’d
Wanna love too, wanna fuck too
All above, i wanna cuff you


Loving you feels easy
Promise you won’t leave me
Problem is i’m greedy, you’re the only one i’m needing
If a boy’s a gun, then i’m bleeding
I done shot my luck when i’m scheming
People packing up, 
but leave the baggage
Had enough, my heart’s is damaged 

So, if I show, all my cards, i gotta know
The full picture, is the river
Filled blood, and getting richer
Poured out, even though i’m bitter
sold my soul to the highest bidder
You gon’ fold, or match the giver
Simple math, hope you deliver, ya

Simple

My seventh EP! Hope you all like the project and enjoy the lofi/odlies vibezz
Prod: Young Dasa

Lyrics:

Baby
slide for me

I know your needs
I know you need

Maybe
lie for me

Just Leave that fucking bumpkin bro

I’ve been down bad, took the wrong path
I was hitting on a shawty, had a long past
Cuttin’ the fat of the bacon, when i’m what’s shaking-
Oh you going out with who? Tell me how he been lately

Drop the ball, i’m the safety
Brownie points that you gave me
Atta boys’, it was crazy
A Packaged toy, i was maybe-

Just a little drum for ya, 
Little dumb, little drunk, lil pump for ya (yea)

I’ve been down bad, took the wrong path
had me feigning for some more, when she talk back
Give me morphine mi amor, the leaderboard
Don’t mean shit to me, i’m leaving with awards

Baby
Slide for me

I know your needs
I know you need

Maybe
Lie for me

I know your needs
I know need

The most valuable asset, 
ain’t even get asked yet
tell why bugged i ain’t get ass yet,
Treat it like it’s nothing, i don’t need no distraction,
Focused on my game, league, fatal attraction 

I had my back pinned, soul felt traction
Corazon cold, Omarion, look what that did
Macaulay Culkin, home alone, 
I was left to my devices, while i’m on the phone

Dial up my Aphrodite, Future wifey
Do it nightly, checking on you like nike
What’s my psyche? Broken down this isn’t like me
I’m just hoping that you like the sound, that you could knight me

Baby
slide for me

I know your needs
I know you need

Maybe
lie for me

Lie for me (Ft. ☽$cY†He)

My seventh EP! Hope you all like the project and enjoy the lofi/odlies vibezz
Prod: prettiboi

Lyrics:

0:25

What do I know? 
Icy the planet, hell has arose
Frozen, god i dammit, i’ll stand on my toes
Slip but I’ll manage, to handle these woes

Tip of my tongue, stepped on dime
Think of scheme, planning a rhyme
Check the schematics, an addict with time
Surly does damage, you planted a mine

What a reverse, 
Uno with the card, if she leave first
won’t feel no calm, imma be hurt
Leave blood all drawn on my tee shirt
Let the heart sing songs, to the EE ER


0:56

I put my soul into all of it
Everything gold, i got dollars bitch
Midas my throne, is her honey pot
turn her to stone, with the money shot

Frozen, composed, no emotion
still healing up, my achilles, broken
Leave my component, opponents too
Froze in devotion, this solitude

Isn’t so solemn, I wanted it
Batman, like Gotham, I fought for this honor kid

1:16

I wear designer kicks, bloody bottoms, vagina shit
Bleedings no problem, i bask in it, 
Bathe in it,
Enemies plastered, was aiming for lady bits
Touching my baby, get blade, i got crazy grip
Write me a page, you a slave, to the hate he give
Maybe live, if my katana, don’t baby bib
Press a throat, 
I can handle pressure, with a weapon hoe
Fighting for a treasure, bitch i’m never broke
Even in arenas, i don’t break sweat
Never take a break, and i ain’t never fled

What do i know?

My seventh EP! Hope you all like the project and enjoy the lofi/odlies vibezz
Prod: devin trill

Lyrics:

0:28

I’ve seen a body, the oddity
Haunted, my dreams, psychology
Dichotomy, need a lobotomy
Broken i swore this apology, 
Written for fixing, got some addictions
If i weren’t popping they’d call it prescription
Get me involved with some popular vixens

Mary and molly, please
I was aware what the problems bring
leave me some air, i need all of these
Space, time, commodities

Taking these steps for my balance
Perpetual challenges
Breaking my neck, i was wasting allowances
On All these chicks, wanting my check,

21 savage, had ICE on my neck
Mami’s she spanish, plays nice for the feds

1:24

This is a memoir, all of the women i deaded, remember
All of the time that we spent,
Feel like i’m waking up after September, from russion roulette, 
Played with this ember-
Fleeting flames, cost members 
Arm and legs, been severed
Cutting ties, like Graeae
Rainy days, got dry eyes
Still the same, on my side, different day, new timeline
Lost a dame, got 5 dimes
Float away, on cloud 9

I'll be seeing you

27 || CT || MSW || Nonbinary-Transfemme (They/She/Siya). Filipino/Black/Italian. NeuroQueer.

Just a 27 yr old artist who's trying to bring new stories to the world, push the culture forward, and master their craft.

Need a suggestion on where to start in the Yellow Eyes Universe?

"Collective Consciousness" [Debut EP]
"TRANSFEMME FATALE" [Freshman Album]

"The 27 Club: Love, Liberty, Liberation" [Sophomore Album] (Coming Soon)
""Graduation" [Junior Album] (Coming Soon)
"Sewerslide" [Senior Album] (Coming Soon)

"FREEDOM TAPE" [Album] Coming Soon
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