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Anomaly

Prod. YCK

No chitchat no conversation
Make shit brainwash whole populations
I don’t fuck with them and I don’t fuck with you
When I hear the bitching drop something new

Lately fucking up lines I cut em up
Me and Mary we deep and dumb in love
All the mold inside never folding right
Tried to make the guap thanks for holding tight

You ain’t that special you ain’t unique
Drowning out sound when I’m burning through weed 
Wouldn’t let a motherfucker get away with sneak dissin
What all that you make is the pot we piss in

Crunk in the taxi slide in the backseat
Public intoxication on my rap sheet
Wanna be big but I know that you can’t be
Might as well quit but you’ve written no plan B 

Let’s get it started bitch I’m raising every bar
Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars
I’m a lowlife punk all of my arrogance is a strength
See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane

Ever made em mad then my goal was accomplished 
Did it myself I don’t need no accomplice
Pulling to the curb and I cop ten keys 
Let a motherfucker in VIP entry 

Trap star glass jar full of fuckin dope
Bad start lack bars hanging by the rope
I am no mentor I cannot teach
So great that you sent your hate mail to me

You a square wouldn’t dare well I fiend for a case
Slipped TSA check get screened for a K
Smuggle peddle and cross the line
When I huff and meddle like all the time

Bitch I’m on a roll all my drugs in control
20 blunts on the ground boutta pack another bowl
Boutta die taking synthetic in my veins
Feeling so ill phrenetic in my brain 

Let’s get it started bitch I’m raising every bar
Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars
I’m a lowlife punk all of my arrogance is a strength
See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane

Let's Get It Started...

Prod. YCK

Look at the way that I move
Ain’t ‘fraid of a label got nothing to prove
Want all the loot I’ll stay independent
Coming up just the way that we intended

Run to the bank got no one to thank
I’m taking the gold and then walking the plank
Fucking with me then you will not survive it
Larger than life I’m a symbol and titan

I ain’t been fucking with pansies
Mumbling now they be screeching chimpanzees
Had me heated but now I been booling and moving around
They been hating ain’t hard to surmount

I’ve been perfecting my craft
And you’ve seen it still getting much farther from that
You’re acting delusional megalomania
Dead on arrival no clout like the stadia

Fuck it imma get it internet snowflake
Reading Reddit doing shit and boutta go proclaim
That I’m cancelled faking a scandal
Put em in dirt I’m gonna keep it handled

Seeking out keyboard generals watch like sentinels
Can’t remember nothing chug down these chemicals
Higher biting the tire
I cannot wait till I fucking retire

Look at the way that I move
Ain’t ‘fraid of a label got nothing to prove
Want all the loot I’ll stay independent
Coming up just the way that we intended

Run to the bank got no one to thank
I’m taking the gold and then walking the plank
Fucking with me then you will not survive it
Larger than life I’m a symbol and titan

I would not ride with a coward
All of these rappers I fucking devour
Catalog open your rhyming expendable
Carried by beats and it’s only contemptible

Put it on mute no need to refute
Just what I’ve been spitting this time it’s acute
Now you oughta quit bitch top of the shit list
Killed your career steady lack of an interest

5 59 that’s the area code
You want a motherfucking mess gotta bury ya though
I’m from a place where nobody making anyone big
I been incognito hidden dropping these hits

Holding my post gonna brag gonna boast
DESERTBOYS going up gonna make each coast
Interrupt what the fuck’s happening all day
On the road cash flow and expenses paid 

Look at the way that I move
Ain’t ‘fraid of a label got nothing to prove
Want all the loot I’ll stay independent
Coming up just the way that we intended

Run to the bank got no one to thank
I’m taking the gold and then walking the plank
Fucking with me then you will not survive it
Larger than life I’m a symbol and titan

Titan

Prod. YCK

Why they all bad when they rap I don’t cap
Peaking at twenty plays and that’s making you mad
There ain’t no room in the mainstream left for you
And your song’s so bad it’s entertaining me too

Bitch sing in the key please sing in the mic
They’ll be charging a fee for the studio time
That’s a way of thinking operating you don’t get it
Moment you had signed the deal you got even more indebted

Like damn now how does that medicine taste
When I’m flowing I can feel the words embedded, ingrained
Dodging a Chaplin my reticent way
And I don’t give a shit what Genesis say

Don’t try to tell me who is immoral
Let me ask all the ones who’ve been killing that coral
At the bottom of the sea it ain’t a problem to me
Think we’re better off dead that we all can agree

All you motherfuckers eating shit nuggets
Taking a style think you did something
I made it work bitch I been done it
No I ain’t gonna quit I won’t kick buckets

All the copycats made that song
Top of the charts damn that’s wrong
Who gives a shit what they want
With the fake chains and the cash they flaunt

Why they all glad boutta be another servant
To the ones at the top they ain’t even been working
There ain’t no space in the mainstream you would take
All these shackles and chains you would try but can’t break

Auto tuned vocals impressing the moguls
I will not collab with a rapper that’s local
Rapping on the beat I feel it’s MIA
80 on the 41 yeah that’s death’s highway

Hold up lemme make it heard that you won’t get nowhere
Making ordinary shit and you can say “no fair”
Making money sleeping from the different time zones
Playing YC and K in a million zip codes

Don’t even say who be on the come up
They’re a no one I know none of these dumb fucks
Don’t care now and know I won’t care then
When their fifteen minute fame’s up called it again

All you motherfuckers eating shit nuggets
Taking a style think you did something
I made it work bitch I been done it
No I ain’t gonna quit I won’t kick buckets

All the copycats made that song
Top of the charts damn that’s wrong
Who gives a shit what they want
With the fake chains and the cash they flaunt

Shit Nuggets

Prod. YCK

Snort a fucking line crush em up with ID’s
Bitch I’m waiting in my fortress you can come and find me
Frame the innocent a sentence we will fall to perjury
Pop a vessel pulverize em send em to the infirmary

When I show up imma make your fucking blood clot
Standing frozen I’m the chosen one sending gunshots 
Through your home through your dome gripping on the fucking chrome
And I’ll be probing better yet toting all the bullets that I load

Creeping I’m keeping the weapon you’ll never be beating me
Trauma be coming repeatedly
Tomb and a dungeon the devil be greeting me
Skin is now burning and charred up unevenly

You never focus you never fathom 
All the weight your words will carry hope they send me to the stratum 
You wouldn’t get it you can’t imagine
Sipping blood what the fuck imma turn it to a habit
Do you even feel remorse and see the ones who had to die
For the sins you don’t repent these wings of wax we made our plight

Lungs cave blood stains 
Fuck pain fuck pain
Dug graves flood gates
One way one way

Prepackage propaganda send an explosive bag
A couple of bodies do what they taught me there’s another toe to tag
Danger to strangers I’m the adversary breaking all the laws
Looking around I savor the moment for the damage that I caused

Fuck to all the corporation funding allocation
Talking heads they stay resigning at the sign of allegations
I can see you’re tryna run I think you owe me dividends
You pay me out I take your head or legs I guess it just depends

Your throne of this complacency has made you wild and blind
Bitch I’mma tear em apart when they making me mad don’t bother telling twice 
I’m so fucking sick and tired of all these pussy fake woke
Generation Z’s I hate to see you’re grinding still broke

Handing over kidneys better yet I’ll take the liver
Harvest all the parts I need and then I’ll dump em in the river
There ain’t reception make no exceptions I’mma target who I please 
Stuck in dejection future discretion I’ll be waiting in the trees

Lungs cave blood stains 
Fuck pain fuck pain
Dug graves flood gates
One way one way

Plague

Prod. YCK

Voices inside me now I’m on a murder spree 
Bitch imma kill em I say that with certainty
We cannot save or salvage irredeemables
What they be doing is fucking unspeakable 

Office of criminals we nominate
And we’re paying for shit that we don’t wanna pay 
Prisoners serving now we’re making monuments
Pressing the button I blow up the continent 

Fuck now we attack
Step in the place and won’t leave it intact 
Dropping a missile the currency crippled 
I’m slitting the wrists and kidnapping officials

I’m fighting a war my tissue is torn
I’m making a pact making my crown of thorns 
Abolish the humans polluting the planet 
I’ll take away living you’re taking for granted 

No one can follow my trail
I’m in hysteria I’m off the rails 
Copping the weapons they put up for sale
And we’re checking the bodies they’re sterile and pale

You got no say or a kind of a voice
Freedom is nonexistent ain’t a choice
Hearing complaints it’s all meaningless noise
And you pray for what any free market destroys

Logical fallacy broken mentality
Bitch you can’t handle life out in reality
You ain’t been cognizant you’ve been the opposite
We won’t be here in 3000 I’m calling it

Cops are colluding restrain em they’re shooting
They murder the youth what the fuck are they doing
Patrolling the streets and controlling the peace
I’m inciting the rioting holding their greed

Fuck every psalm hit em up with napalm
I’ll be ducking for cover and they will stay calm
Out in the desert I’m burned to my skeleton
Make a distraction that’s only irrelevant

Free all the guilty I’m thinking they will be
Tasting their own medicine I wonder will we
Hold them accountable for any treason
They may have committed or may have repeated

No one can follow my trail
I’m in hysteria I’m off the rails 
Copping the weapons they put up for sale
And we’re checking the bodies they’re sterile and pale

You got no say or a kind of a voice
Freedom is nonexistent ain’t a choice
Hearing complaints it’s all meaningless noise
And you pray for what any free market destroys

Hysteria

DESERTBOYS

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