just found this random track from 2018 felt like uploading it cause it was dope

short

so fucking stupid haha but it's kinda fun so I'll leave this up

prod. by the Great One

I couldn't give a fuck what you say, fuck what you say
Fuck fuck what you say 

I couldn't give a fuck what you say 
What? I suck? I'm a busta, a lame?
Nah that's false, 
The names Yahweh, I'm a god in a way
It's not my fault I'm a con in a flame
Framed by the way I became cause I played by the rules 
Lord of the jewels, lord of the rings and the things that I stole from the old school 
Gold like goku dome homie
Shoot through goals and they unfolding, 
Drop calls from the phonies Im
Tryna hold to my holy ness 
But my woes makes the flow so cold and messed
Everytime I go to shows so overdressed
And the clothes that I own so bogus yes
I admit it
Got no bonus yet
But I'm hopeful, fo that poet check 

Just, just, just
Come on down
And check me out
Everybody in the crowd put your
Hands up, blunts up, cups up, sluts just shuts up
When I get to bustin nuts so let's
Hit the club like tiger woods balls
Back off the wall when I call
Everybody stand back and pause
As my gall flow awes everyone involved 

Just watch
Just, watch watch
Just watch this g shock the beat gawks
We pop and freak when the beat rocks

watch
Just, watch watch
Just watch this g shock the beat gawks
Release your bleak thoughts and speech crocks

To quote me "I'm doper than coke fiend 
Tu quoque arguing insults me
Quoth the lord, I'm smoking four
Every single song is drugs, not usings a chore
Well What the fuck not for? 
These fucking lungs ain't yours
Only battle with drugs is trynna find some more
War on drugs? 
People always bitching like pugs
It's bugs me, I'm bugging till They closing the door
On the coffin, Yeah an I'm coughing
To get off and I'm talking shit
And I'm plotting hits, till I'm topping the charts and I'm dropping boppers who often blitz
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon and I roll the best weed cause I got it going on just
Watch this 
Boss do his shit
As I walk through the valley of the cliques full of bitches

Just Watch

Awesome Day

oopsies

I spit bars like a barbarian 
Spit fire like my moms was a Targayan 
Well read(red) like an embarrassed librarian 
I'm carrying heavy flows while I'm mad blow parrying 

I'll put a piece of Grecian art on my Visa card 
a Recent spar with A witch Left my penis scarred 
but that booty was magic 
Had me harder than changing lanes in stop and go traffic 

Imagine 
Being this god damn handsome 
Wing span looking like birdmans’s 
huh
Anthems, anthems 
Everybody’s wanna own a mansion 

Ain’t nobody wanna spend they money money dancing 
Right 
And I don’t want my name in the flashing lights 
I Got a pocket full of green, and I’m ashing life
Surreal(sir/eel) as an eel that was named a knight

Y’all know that I do not give a fuck at what the pastor like
I’m the master, Mixer with a massive mic
I’m a disaster, thrasher, making chicks ass hurt
Long haired lass yelling Yahweh fuck faster




I'm more Danker than a tankard of anchors 
Do the hanky panky with me I could take you to sea
That what you see, ain’t quite what it’s cracked up to be
I might just have myself another cuppa tea

What’s another cup to me
What’s another fuck for free 
I don’t even give a fuck so what the fuck is up with me 
I just need to chill out, Roll up another couple g’s 
Stop saying what I’m thinking and just learn to play the role
 But I don’t fit into those clothes 

And I don’t wanna pay the toll
Don’t wanna get in no boys souls  (Shout out frank)
Whoah
Got nikes on my toes
Roll through burning cooking nachos on the stove 
E Sweat hoodie eating garlic by the clove 
Throwing world class pizza while I’m chiefin on a stoge 

Peep me going rouge, passing evil on the road 
Sayonara I be peacing out to Sweden in a minute cause I’m bored

Whoops

(Instrumental is a 4 bar loop of "Every Single Thing" by HOMESHAKE please don't sue me your music is great)

obscure person 
absurd verses
I’ll curb the closing of the curtains if you show me where you keep your purses

never nervous 
Not a novice when it come to service 
A clever curser no eraser, ain’t no where to place a 

A grinning face

Maybe just a grimace 
Guess I’m feeling real diminished till my album’s finished 

Never been the type to spin the hype in my favor
And if you still say I don’t it’s best you Mind your business 

Siggh

I sip Guinness with finesse
Best believe I’m a pest 
Like Ramona, don’t roam to my home it’s a mess 


Trust me 
Sometimes people real fake like the lunch meat 
At subway
Including myself
It’s some guys who’d like to punch me, or whup with a belt
For some shit I said in jest, I just said how I felt 

Uh


I got a lot in common with a flock of seagulls 
I spew a lot of shit and don’t know how to talk to people 
So I’m walking with a swagger like I’m doctor evil 
Useless with a scalpel so I slice when I write 

Every stitching takes time so Ill muster all my might
Just to figure out a way that I can shut my eyes at night 


Ah.... ahh.... 

So I breathe real slow
Its cold in the snow 
But there’s no place to go
Nah There’s just no place  to go 

Oh no

Though I breathe real slow 
Each inhale takes a day or so
Yearn for egress but it’s just no place to go




I’d be a better driver if I knew where my lane was 
Brake pads broken like the system that raised us
be a better fighter if I wasn’t so anxious 
Make love with hate untill the feelings are ancient 

I play the play the player but I’m stuck in the basement 
PlayStation 3, but bruh I ain’t played skate in a month
And I ain’t skate in a year 
damn I used to do that every day 
A Pavement slave back in 8th grade 

That’s when I switched it up with two k’s 
And my phallus started swelling up like goose eggs
Every other day, new music, in a new phase 
steady Changing like a moth in the pupa stage 


still I had a fly lady who would say things 
Make you feel special like you was amazing 
Hurting that much more when wines all poured 
And the fine ones bored of monotony 

(..Well shit that’s why I abhor monogamy )
Nah really but this whore meant a lot to me
Felt like burglary when Rudy swooped, deservedly I did have a fucking broken ankle at the time 

Shit....(huh huh I guess you couldn’t (keep up)
So Ill do that now, while I blow the reef-ah

Let me burn one
Fuck it Burn two

Smoking pot cause there’s not one left to turn to 


Oh my god what did y’all do to deserve this 
I’m Not a lover but in time I’ll probably learn to
Oh my god every woman makes me nervous 
I don’t love her but in time I’ll probably learn to

but there but there

Aint no place to go

Place 2 Go (instr. Every Single Thing - HOMESHAKE)

LIMBO - A LUSCIOUS, LUXURIOUS 7-TRACK SONIC JOURNEY INTO MY THICK SKULL

Lyrics:
That's what you think? 
That’s what I thought (bitch)
I Don’t give a fuck, smoke a blunt with the wax got the raps in the bag
Cash in the box 
Cats out the bag, bitch I’ll punch out ya lights 
Dont fuss dont fight 
Bitch don’t bite
I don’t think you’ve though this through right
Plus tonight I might get down right
Plus tonight I might Get down right


When I run up with a busty bitch they like whoa
I ain’t really seen y’all round here befoe 
I’m a hustler when it come to proofin up dough 
Plus I must be puffin endo 
Like 24/7, I tell a bitch no
If she want the money she goin’ have to give the throat
If she really urgent, choke that hoe
Hold her by the neck and i won’t let go 

Unless she extra mean
Them legs goin’ obey, open sesame 
Listen Ye, got a dick like Christ imma cure your leprosy 

But I’m no dumb gent
I don’t fuck with bitches that don’t give consent 
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t repent
Imma Hit my second coming 
And I ain’t done yet

That's what you think?



Hello baby my name be Zachary 
I’d like to treat you to an extra tasty daiquiri 
(Daiquiri)

I don’t want no drama 
That shit wack to me
(Wack to me)

Let’s go on a trip
Go backpack in Greece 

(Whoa)
I know I’m not one to fall in love with 
I can be abrasive like a husband 
Stuck up in his third failed marriage 
Ready to throw it all in the dust bin 

I know I sound like a Dom (since i was biting his flow ^)
But I’d go sub if you want
Anything for them legs
I just don’t wanna get pegged

Baby girl do you know what’s odd? 
I get off giving you massage-s
Soothing like a lozenge
Got you think you’re praying to the right god

Uh

I ain’t no tight wad
‘specially since you’re tighter than a tight rope 
I don’t even mind if you don’t like dope
I would quit smoking quicker than my wad 

Shoots, but that’s okay
Round three’s much better anyway 
Get that pussy much wetter than a bay
love you forever like girls love gays

.Hope I’m not too forward missus 
I would smother your forehead with kisses
I’d you’d let me we would cuddle for hours 
I would never let you touch any dishes

Cravings

LIMBO - A LUSCIOUS, LUXURIOUS 7-TRACK SONIC JOURNEY INTO MY THICK SKULL

Lyrics:
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
Why you should love me
Why would you love me



Came across a sick chick last week 
Fell in love too quick, what a bad thing 
Always sang my name when she’d pass me
Style real clean, though she nasty 

Problem is she’d never would fuck with me 
No, fuck with me, no
/Why do i always hit out of my league 
Pop fly, foul ball, now I feel the fatigue 

I ain’t touch no bases 
So I gotta run laps, till I collapse, and fall on my face
takes patience 
To erase this 
Self doubt, got me bottoming out 

No doubt got a problem with clout 
No I’m never about to be 
Nothing 
Bitch, I’m nothing 
End of fuckin discussion 


Feelin like im all outta options 
Tinnitus buzzin blockin out my conscience 
constantly watching /lots of nonsense 
I waste my days in a toxic office

Proceed with caution, you know
I don’t wanna fuck one off and just go 

I just want a love to blossom and grow
But I know I’m slowly losing control 
Losing control 

Obsessively 

searching for a bird i can flirt with
don't nest with me
if you're gonna fly when the tide too high, love
sail with me
sail with me now

I don't got a good reason why you should love me

Is it cause I’m weird as shit
Plus I can’t grow a beard for shit 
But I got that booty you can barely grip 
I talk up my ass, cause I’m p(ass)ionate 

(Girl) I just wanna take you on a date
Where we don’t do shit, come home 
Get alone, 
Alexa put Game of thrones on 
No pressure, I don’t mean to force none 

Oh unless ya tell me how you like that 
Bitch, I’ll impress ya, 
But I wouldn’t wanna mess up 
Everything we got love
Everything we got love
Everything we got love


I know that you said, we should take it slow
Take it slow

I DON'T WANNA

A Very Handy Guy

Cannot get intimate 
Not cause I’m into it
Not for the fuck of it

Cannot get rid of it

It’s Tough to conceal 
This level of feel

Is Unparalleled no more devil to fear 
I think Jesus Christ in my beer
she’s making it clear 
Chug it, yeah
sipping up wine while we fighting them tears 

Now I’m piping a cheer-
Leader in lederhosen while my weiner’s frozen 
I don’t need to beat it I just need devotion 
Plenty of product and decent lotion 

Completely devoid of all emotion 
Steady cautious when sloshing the molly potion 
Of course I’ll test it before I dose it
But you bet your ass imma still cut it open 

Tweaking bitch imma go Lindsey Lohan 
Know this chick’s tits like the back of my hand 
Notice this bitch don’t know how to be friends 
Trusted her what the fuck’s up with my sense

Look at my ends
They lookin split like that shamalan cine (sin)
Now it’s Time for a trim
I can pretend that I 
Ain’t got no damage just take off the ends, 

Can’t have no split ends
No split ends 

Can’t have no split ends
Me and Devin burning so we split stems
No more nicotine Although I Spit gems (fuck juul)
Quit it like I did with all my shit friends (fuck you)

As you can imagine I’m a bit tense
Yet I couldn’t bear to be a nuesense 
Shit is not fair, yet its waste there
Still can’t figure out 
I don’t make cents(sense)

Burning incense, while I’m in tents  
Spitting intense writtens with the intent 
To be insensitive to these infants
Spot a PC baby like a sixth sense

So pretentious 
I’ll pretend this bliss 
Ain’t come from one more one last kiss 
What Do I say though 
 Ain’t got no more wind in my sail

imma have to stay low

Split Ends

Track for all you mommies out there sampling an english lesson featured on a YMH podcast.

Hardcore Fun

Copy That (feat. Black Izyk) (Prod. DAGA BEATMAKER)

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Twitter: @yah__weh

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