The Smoketape is the soundtrack to your smoke session! It's the year 2022 and people are still getting high to old ass music, so I'm here to put a stop to that with this dope tape full of the crunchiest lofi rap and reggae beats to smoke/get high to, married with the most smoke soaked bars ever spit into a microphone. If you're not stoned by the end of the Smoketape, then you need an intervention or something smh...

Today we're smoking one of the most potent strains of all; that TIGER KING PACK! That shyt that'll have you hiring hitmen, buying zoos full of exotic animals and generally acting a fool. I'm not responsible for what all you listeners do after you hear this song (and smoke that Tiger King Pack) so don't kill the messenger when a bunch of eccentric tiger zoo owners go to war and plunge the nation into chaos!

Lyrics:
Oooh, we smokin' that Tiger King Pack
I don't know what you smoke, but that shit smell kinda wack
Oooh, we smokin' that Tiger King Pack
I done smoked that shit, now I'm hittin' it from the back

It's the Dunc, and I don't give a fuck
Smokin' big huge blunts, that's what's up
Tiger King Pack 'cause I'm smoking that exotic
After I smoke, I'mma do something erotic
After that, I'mma smoke with a hot chick
We gon' do shit, you'll be like "damn Stroke, stop it!"
Calm down, take a chill pill
The only pill I fuck with is a multivitamin
All these haters, can't fuck with the Stroke
In other words, they can't fuck with the smoke
They can't fuck with this bloke when the blunt's between my lips
Buckle up, we 'bout to go on a trip
We 'bout to dip if the smoke session's wack
Pass the earplugs 'cause we smokin' on that loud pack
Pon de track, it's that boy Young Muscle
Smokin' Tiger King Pack in this Smoketape hustle

Oooh, we smokin' that Tiger King Pack
I don't know what you smoke, but that shit smell kinda wack
Oooh, we smokin' that Tiger King Pack
I done smoked that shit, now I'm hittin' it from the back

Tiger King Pack, fuck that dude wearing Affliction
With the hot wife, she's so hot I'm having conniption
The dude who bought the zoo can kick rocks with no socks
I'm in the parking lot, best believe I hotbox
'Til the cops come, then I'm incognito
Except for the munchies, could you please pass the Doritos
I'm so high, smoking with Bhagavan Antle
Smokin' on that shit that's hard to handle
As fuck, yup we coughin' like corona
Everybody knows the Stroke is the number one stona'
It's the Stroke, I'm posted on the corner
I'mma bend a corner at the damn tiger zoo
I'mma act a fool, fuck the damn Carole Baskin
Unless she's down to smoke then she a straight savage
If she's down to smoke, wanna bet I'd like her
If them haters hate, I'mma feed 'em to de tigers

Oooh, we smokin' that Tiger King Pack
I don't know what you smoke, but that shit smell kinda wack
Oooh, we smokin' that Tiger King Pack
I done smoked that shit, now I'm hittin' it from the back

The Smoketape

Smoking That Tiger King Pack

Taking it back to the Mortimer Swaggleston era with this one with both the beats and the flow! I had no choice but to break them haters off for trying to impede into our smoke session, as I bring a different, DARKER kind of smoke!!!

The Smoketape drops EVERYWHERE (especially over on youngstrizzle.bandcamp.com) on November 25, 2022!!!

Smoking Haters

I'm 'bout DONE with people slandering my Karens. I went to smoke with my Karens and the way you millennials, zoomers, etc are treating them has me SHOOK so I was OBLIGATED to hop behind that drumset and anoint the mic with some angry but also stoned bars! Don't blame me when your manager shows up...you brought this on yourselves for mistreating my Karens!!!

LYRICS:
Smoking with Karens in the damn SUV
You said "pass the boof" but you forgot to say "please"
So me and my Karens are about to act a fool
So pull your camera out, you never know what we gon' do
Bout to show naked ass at this Wal-Mart
I'mma yell, don't give a fuck who hears me
Haters fear me 'cause I'm the highest fella
They talk shit, they need to respect their elders

Smoking with Karens, and we don't like sharin'
Y'all some amateurs, let me speak to the manager

Smoking with my Karens both millennials and boomers
The blunt thick and white, I'mma smoke this Amy Schumer
It's not a tumor, I'm a smoke consumer
If you don't wanna smoke, I'mma call corporate
I'mma make a complaint, if you don't smoke, I'll faint
My Karens and I, we smoke hard in the paint
Do you know who my husband is?
You must not know who you fuckin' with

Smoking With Karens

The smoke session is getting intense, so I felt obligated to concoct this upbeat anthem about smoking and getting high so I can preserve the momentum of the smoke session as it reaches its most turbulent state! A true smoker's classic, this anthem will have your head bobbing and your lungs inhaling an ever growing amount of smoke! Enjoy, and smoke responsibly (because it's easy to get carried away when that Smoketape is on!)

Lyrics:
Party people in the house are you ready to smoke
We 'bout to get high as fuck when we take a big toke
We got joints and spliffs, blunts and bongs
We 'bout to smoke all that shit all night long
All the ladies in the place, put that blunt to your face
Take a big ass toke, I wanna see you smoke
All the fellas in the house let me see you get down
We bout to smoke the fuck up to the freestyle sound

Lemme see you smoke, oh yeah

Party people in the place we 'bout to pack another bowl
Light that shit because it soothes the soul
So smoke it up, let's go one more round
Me and my party people 'bout to smoke another pound
So smoke that shit, with no delay
And if them haters hate, they know we don't play
We gon' make them pay if they fuck with the smoke
Just another day in the life of Young Stroke

Lemme see you smoke, oh yeah

Lemme See You Smoke

I'm done being nice...I'm done being the bigger person. I'm on the warpath in 2023. Coming after everyone who slighted me. Former coworkers, former classmates, random people online...I'm taking a scorched earth approach to revenge and taking every hater down with me in a blaze of musical glory!

Lyrics:
i'm warming up my knees so i can tapdance on your grave
you treated me like a motherfucking slave
i'm warming up my knees so i can tapdance on your grave
it's too late to be saved

if them haters hate, imma reach for the chopper
on my screens, whopper whopper whopper
that be the commercial, geeked up like urkel
it's that young stroke, show me on the doll where i hurt you
smoking on that purple, maybe damn green
shouts out to my family, what you know about me
nothin...but imma tell you something
step out in the fresh air like ric flair i'm steady struttin
they ain't got nothin, when they see me they say damn
i'm feelin myself like a testicular exam
they get slammed if they fuck with me on the gram
they can talk to the hand unless they fuck with my clams
if they fuck with my clams they gon draw back a nub
hit the club go for the dub, with stroke comin out the subs
not a dom or a sub, like nintendo i'm a switch
spoiler alert you gon get hurt if you fuck with me cause i aint no bitch

they get pissed when they see me doing this
it's like the arthur meme when they see me they ball up their fist
but in 10 years imma lace up the dancing shoes
i'm cuttin a rug on their grave, meanwhile no one sings the blues
'cause they were never shit, but i am the shit
broke them boys off never took a loss and you know i never quit
imma buy myself flowers, like my girl miley
haters get trampled, they get canceled like tavis smiley
it's gastonia kardashians and you can call me kylie
on my screens, o o o'reillys
haters talk shit but that's toxic, they really need to stop it
the benz goes with red brembos when i hit the breaks the car stop quick
got a lot of haters but a couple homies, close circle of those who know me
i done came down on the southside of town to put meat in a bun like a chili cheese coney
act like you know me before i blow up
if you weren't around when i was down, don't show up after the glow up

Tap Dance

The main drag that goes through Gastonia NC is highway 74 AKA "Franklin Blvd". The thuggish ruggish youth of Gastonia cruise Franklin in their souped up Hondas and Subies and this right here is their anthem! This is yet another Slapperz song!

What is Slapperz you ask?! It is a style of hip hop I modeled after 90's G Funk from California with influences of Bone Thugs and Harmony, X-Raided, Brotha Lynch Hung etc...The flow is fast, but loose and lazy at the same time. All Slapperz songs are 75 bpm, and the second verse always starts off the same, "Young Stroke-a-saurus Rex with a criminal record thick as [insert book or thing here]."

Young Stroke aka Young Muscle - Slidin' Down Franklin

The original files of my 2009-2010 produced album Unabashed Undaunted Unparalleled have been unearthed from the vault, and I am in the process of remastering this masterpiece of an album! This is a slapper from way back in summer 2009! STAY TUNED because the ENTIRE remastered album is coming to Bandcamp, and several volumes of a "Platinumb Legacy Collection" of greatest old school hits is coming to the big streaming platforms!

Unabashed Undaunted Unparalleled (Remastered)

Kissin' and Huggin' (Remastered)

Instrumental is "Hear Ye Hear Ye (Revolutionary War type beat)" produced by Konix. https://soundcloud.com/konixmusic 

99% of the time I make my own instrumentals, but I had no choice but to hop on this!

Lyrics:
it's that young stroke i got a grip of legal tender
went to the club, left as a member
always the winner, more ice than december
call the police, i ate drugs for dinner
broke them boys off, my car stopped but the rims still spinnin'
 - iceberg johnny bravo
call the interpreter, i swang foreign auto
young stroke paid bitcoin for the murcielago
more green than mar-a-lago, more swangas than golf
the green gave me red eyes, lookin' kinda like rudolph
sippin' purple drank that's the color of barney
haters got beef like arby's, they get kicked like a blarney
i'm talkin' bout the stone, spent a quadrillion dollar loan
on a million tea and scones, i keep my drugs next to the cell phone
steroids, painkillers, and multivitamins
"there's some gangstas at the door", well, invite 'em in

on the streets, they call me "bye felicia"
'cause if i'm felicia, they wouldn't get one by felicia
not facetious, the lie detector says i'm the truth
hater assassinator, i'm john wilkes in the booth
sippin on vermouth, maybe white wine
young stroke helped mcgruff take a bite out of crime
chillin' with my slimes, they gon call me young slatt life
brought the rap game back to life, you know i'm bout that life
i'm a rapper, poet, painter and sculptor
plus i dabble in beekeeping and horticulture
plus the dark arts, necronomicon open
but if the window's closed you know what i'm tokin'
sippin' smokin' smokin' sippin'
imma make a hit, rap game cal ripken
smokin' sippin' sippin' smokin'
if them haters hate, casket closed not open

Hear Ye Hear Ye Flow (prod. Konix)

Banking music is the official genre of music of the rich upperclass 1% of society, fusing rap, polka, march and electronica into the best style ever!  This is every Banking song in existence (as of 4-8-2013) continuously mixed.  This is a preview of the final mixtape which will be approximately 80 minutes long!!!

TRACKLIST
1. Bank In Da Club
2. 1%
3. However Whenever Whatever Forever (Banking Remix)
4. Golf Clap
5. Rich People Music (feat. MC Ohm-I)
6. Billionaire Ball
7. Mad At The World
8. Stuffed Crust Pizza (Banking Remix)
9. Let Them Eat Cake (feat. MC Ohm-I)
10. Pink Lamborghini (Banking Remix)
11. Money Loaves
12. Deck Myself

Young Stroke aka Young Muscle - Unauthorized Bootleg Banking Mix

On Dat Slurr volume 2: Still On Slurr coming as soon as my astral self stops parsing these esoteric messages sent from a deep galactic quadrant.

On Dat Slurr II: SOS (Still On Slurr)

Show My Whole Ass

Reggae meets 80's music and the result is a glorious dumpster fire!

LYRICS:
police officer patrol inna di nation
dem wan fi take away mi herbal relaxation
the more i smoke, the more i get high
the more i smoke, the more i get closer to the skyyy

police officer dem see me on the corner
dem wan fi come over and take away mi ganja
don't got no time for no bloodclart informer
true smoker, they don't wanna see me prosper
police officer wan fi take my sensimillia
they can't find it they can't even find mi rizla
later on imma smoke it in mi chalwa
inhale di smoke mi lungs full of marijuana

police officer wan fi take mi herbal medication
it's what i use for di sacred meditation
feelin' irie with the herbal relaxation
put down the crack and pick up di spliff and feel di good vibrations
police officer wan fi stop di distribution
legalize di herb, let's start the revolution
true smokas and you know we'll battle on
so smoke a spliff and CHANT DOWN BABYLON

Tap Dance

Young Stroke aka Young Muscle

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