THIS IS A COMPLETE JOKE
MADE WITH ME OLD MIC SO IT SOUNDS HORRID BUT WE WILL MOVE

NOT ONE OUNCE OF SERIOUSNESS prod-3am BONUS

MADE WITH MY OLD MIC SO IT SOUNDS HORRID ALLOW ME

I stay past the skies limit till i retire,got stay high then go higher,im a satisfier, cause i satisy her,Angel of the north lime Newcastle Upon Tyre,hold a lot in a spot like a Skip for hire,Aint stopping till people Admire,me,till people Expire,me,caught up in the crossfire,0-60 like a car thats hot-wired,aint stopping till i get a flat-tire,speakers loud wit the amplifier,smoke the kush straight from the supplier,i am the ressurection like john squire,buildin bridges like a pile driver,all in sync like a choir,long way to go like a shellfire,feel a shock down your spine like barbed wire,leave a trap like a tripwire

0.52

im Unknown like wasted potential,write a ryhme with a pencil,and turn in it into a stencil,Worst comes to Worst like denzel,im different with this shit its evidential,do this for the sport of winning its essential.

write on the dotted line like a brow pen,move gaffs like NordVPN.

Everyone has a peak like everest,but im going higher then that forever bitch,full of wisdom im the cleverest,live a double life like a Confedarete Commuinist,make cash like a top novelist,read minds like Psychologist,knock bitches out like an Anaesthesiologist,

This is my period aint stopping like menopause,stay silent like a NDA clause,calm and collected like spa's,im good for your health like guaze,

BADA$$ prod-royy

LYRICS
I go to william hill,with a mixed grill,to get me fill,always creating new shit like a wind mill,dont do this for the sport i do this for the thrill,adreniline junkie,you can hear that beat thats funky,on monday im grumpy,on sunday im jumpy,im at the junction no burundi,cant be arsed with this road its full of pot holes and bumpy,i say what i want you can call me cunty,

Gettin stuck on your skin like a hickey,no diddy,high of me tits like a hippie,but i aint a nitty,start a cult like salt lake city,it is a pity,5 min is all i need like a quickie,but i aint picky,but i aint tricky,i got a club house like mickey,

Got high in a tripadvisor,now i gotta be a trip advisor,theres wise but im wiser,blocking rays like a visor,go all around the world like a franchiser,im a supriser,how i suprise her,analytical villian im a analyzer,no alchahol in me breath check the breathalyzer,taking over citys but im not a colonizer,come up with shit im a improvisor,clean up mistakes like moisterizer,destroy you to atoms like a pulveriser.

Do my own ting im self employed,got money in the bank thats lloyds,get off me tits an see shit like a schizoid,im on the top an im only getting bigger like steroids

WilliamHill (Uncivil Beats)

My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin,
My 3rd eye sees everythin

I take my 3rd eye for a walk sometimes,get a heart attack and stabbed 6 times but i walk on by an i dont die,im reborn at bedtime,im a rap cataylst like enzymes,use posh words like canine,waitin for my turn like a bread line,do this on me ones dont need a cosign,before i go anywhere im drinkin half a bottle of merlot red wine,going in reverse no sixtynine,

My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin,
My 3rd eye sees everythin

Im morally bankrupt,minds fucked but i aint corrupt,jus wait till i erupt and disrupt ya fucked up mental construct,aint reading your messages like it was a code of conduct.

My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin,
My 3rd eye sees everythin

You think your the man well im your dad,i tell jokes not fuckups or fads,stay loyal not a fuckin manslag,got a masterplan no oasis to move to bhutan and live like a caveman,im in the sudan wit tristan,were travellers but we dont live in a caravan,spread over the globe like im doubling me wingspan,try to fix this fucked up world like a serviceman,why dont i got any fucking service man.

My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin,
My 3rd eye sees everythin

My 3rd eye sees everythin,cut my arm off and it appears in a sling,i get pulled like a hamstring,appear every 9 month like a offspring,paint a picture an i aint colourin,
When i die forget i was ever here,il still be drinkin me lager,pints,shots and beer wherever i appear,wether im alone or with me rap peers,till the pub becomes clear,and i feel like im travelling lightyears

My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin,
My 3rd eye sees everythin

Dont forget the name its OG-Kush or youll get dudududududu shushed,or ran over and smushed,till you look like a bath bomb from lush
My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin
My 3rd eye sees everythin

Im the man with the mission going to the top never missin,im the first version the first in condiction lyrical edition,get a signiture like a petition,light up the area like me ignition,need todo more like malnutrition,see me progress like an exibition,collabing with man like a coalition,and i cant be decommisioned,

Third EYE sees everything (HowRyan)

Livin in them old times,while i smoke weed and sniff new lines,honest upfront dont read between the lines,break down the tune like oxide,my flows sweet and sour like lemons and limes,words that cut deep like porcupines,rap nostaliga like im livin pastimes,lifes private but im still on commerical airlines,

Put me flow in your stereo,please make the stir fry right hoe,i mean bitch,now i gotta hide in a ditch,while im getting lynched,one sec im there next i dissapear like a glitch,hidin in bins to basketball pitches,changin times zones from EST to Greenwich to hide from these witchesss,

Dont live dirty but i dream of clean living,writin lines and im sniffin,for fun i might go into a forrst and missin,when im found i wont be forgivin,have em praying for me like thanksgivin.


Old times (prod. cory trevor)

Im still workin that 9-5 countin down the time till my eyes pop out my mind,need energy i wont be sniffin lines,keep on movin till i shine an thrive and my words stay alive,77 to the top aint gonna nose dive crash dive,minds spinnin like a disk drive,these pills wont revive my sex drive,going up the streets like a test drive,hell il be rappin at 45 and 65.

i know that aint old but il still be rappin gold,and i wont fold il still be sprouting like mould,to behold my raps youll need a blindfold,CD shelf empty they all been sold.

holding the metal made mic like it was a kettle,turn feral and i wont settle,press the pedal while i throw pebbles,at your feet like lego and i wont let go,followin the echo down the ghetto,me pictures on the wall like a gecko,

going thru the news like a recap,beat my own car to death with a spiked bat,put my black cap on and kidnap my own kneecap,fell in my own trap and got hit by a bootstrap and a yellow painted speed trap and a speaker that says pop sucks i didnt even mean that.

Doing 90 on the rainbow road,till my engine erodes and explodes,zippin down the zip codes and im going thru the nature episodes of a colour coded hemipode light up the city like a cathode aint negative like a anode,

Huff lynx fumes in cancun,im in the back room blowin up the chatroom,in the courtroom consuming legumes while i get extra legroom in the green room,livin 2 lives i dont need a costume,im family heritage like a heirloom,im the king like tutankahmune,


9-5 (BeatsByJxy)

Going to the next level like a flight of stairs the fans watch me the haters stare,the only time il ever go down is when im going to me lair its me happy place like a carnival fair,send a signal like a flare got steez how i walk like a flair.

im everywhere like bloatware an i dont care like a narcisistic billionare,making headlines like a celebrities love affair dont take rests like armchairs,

Show my envision with execlant precision,get hit like a colision or years of revision,cut up cities like incisions where should i stay i cant decide the decision.

Im brainless like fungi pressure the UK like PSI,im science fiction like sci-fi how i make a housefly cockeyed,know your history like CSI im imaginative but i aint a Gemini,percision with the pen but i aint a samurai every days a celebration like the 4th of july.

I cant be managed like kanye always changing mentallities like soup of the day,turn a day gray live outside like a stray,hide all me assets in a cache gettin that cash hey,

Split you wig backwards cause im a sick bastard,going first not last uh,i go fast then go faster,im on a ship on the mast im on the telly on the cast,live me life have a blast stay silent like an outcast.

Albert einstien no MC equals 2 me im gonna be in everyones top 3,turn artist into spirits im on a rapper killing spree,slice up a beat like brie live in ya mind rent free.

Use my platform for influence like hypodemic needles for junkies im a leader,you need to think for yourself like the beatles life on the edge like steep hills.

BRAINLESS  (Prod. Elmain)

I RECORDED THIS WHILE SICK AS FUCK BUT 77 BOYZ STILL UP

Ready set go only time im consistent is with my flow yo,elevated spirit no joe schmo,double rhymes hit you with the akimbo combo,learn new techniques and use it like a gizmo,My heart beats to this metronome,while i use the metro to get to me home,overexagriate like a christmas panto,hide in me own shadow while i listen to the tempo,feel the bass in your ear like a karate kick deathblow.

Sendin off like a departure goin for years like a dodge challanger,aim right like a archer,made this from scratch like a starcher.

I got a soul full of mischief 93 till infinity il match the brief,no quams with anyone no beef,but il still steal your followers like a thief,winnin is my motif till i get it i aint livin in relief,built over time the great barrier reef.

Ready Set Go (wtfbennie)

YO its the 7 7 tapes,cover my face going into town like drapes,im poppin off like your microwavin grapes,cant stop like i broke the brakes,i throw cash not gang signs or shapes, mate,im backwards, im a sick bastard,go to my own funeral late,and make the directors wait,im amazin i aint been in a better state,symbel of power like the golden gate,i might have to estimate or calculate,the time it takes to emigrate,i always been rappin and ive always been great,change like the date or the exchange rate,smokin on gasss like i had to fumigate,get banned from d pubs like copper sulphate.

yo i change up the flow now i gotta go,cuttin off my strings like a banjo,i aint a drill rapper but i hide in the bando,get my dutch hoe some weed on the cheapo,put holes in my neck but i aint fucken emo,guessin all the questions like im on a game show,goin underground but i aint on the metro

Ive always been mental,tweakin like in snorting fentynal,dont look at me at the wrong say im judgemental,raise the roof higher like a elemental


The 77 Tapes Part 1 (808xpeacemaker)

I stay past the skies limit till i retire,got stay high then go higher,im a satisfier, cause i satisy her,Angel of the north lime Newcastle Upon Tyre,hold a lot in a spot like a Skip for hire,Aint stopping till people Admire,me,till people Expire,me,caught up in the crossfire,0-60 like a car thats hot-wired,aint stopping till i get a flat-tire,speakers loud wit the amplifier,smoke the kush straight from the supplier,i am the ressurection like john squire,buildin bridges like a pile driver,all in sync like a choir,long way to go like a shellfire,feel a shock down your spine like barbed wire,leave a trap like a tripwire
0.52
Yo im back for part 2,bein serious no dudududu,smoke till my eyes go black and blue,im a spatic but i dont huff glue,change my mental like a brand new breakthrough,im everywhere from england to italy to corfu,gettin ready for my debut,go as hard as possible i wont fall through,if i need to il crash through,

The glass ceiling,im fast healing,not braggin but im very appealing,i over dress dont be revealin.

Im smellin good using lynx,and i dont stink, and i dont jynx,i cut off me tops cuff links,and stand tall like a syphinx,always got my hood up.you cant catch a glimpse,ya really got me going like the kinks,

Im judge jury and executioner,dont look at me or il medusa ya,hit you with a bazooka yuh.

BADA$$ prod-royy Part 2

Yo its been a minute,style is on the beat im finna kill it,40 for my boys im finna spill it,going on this shit gonna chill,yellow jumpsuit gotta kill bill,runnin to days end like a treadmil,watch where you tread like meek mill,never stopping till im on the big 4 like louisville.

Angel of the north like newcastle,luce a life of luxury no hassle,build a foundation like  sandcastles,in despair i wont be shackeled.

Lyrical mastermind,kill a rodent usin pesticides,destinies sealed the stars aligned ike a coastline,people talkin shit like i crossed a fine line.

0.55

i aint signed yet,relivin rap memories like a vet,all you rap mfs are threats,had to get some shit of my chest,rap icon im the best dressed.

Superhuman like im from outer space,like a new alien race,lil uzi how i flooded the face,then caught a case,smoke weed thats cocaine laced,chess mentality how i love a chase.

Truth hurts to swallow like cinnamon,but i apoligise like sinning men,give me a beat i be killin em,never lose court like wimbildom,never cross a boundary man of disipline,

remove me history like erosion corrosion,i dont show emotion but i do in the ocean,move in circles like a locomotion starting arguements but i dont cause no
 comotion, go in liverpool like a trojan how im roman (roaming),im useless sometimes like a abdomen thats broken,i got devotion till i hit the rap promotion,destroy your set invisablely with spectre like explosions while im high of oxycotin,my third eye's awoken but my mouths spoken.

I keep the beat on while i kick my feet up,someoughts happened? Give me the  detes yuh,i dont stop till the beats complete,victory only i dont know what is defeat,im more then underground im discreet,im on a new level im elite,advertise me tunes but i aint on a high street,do what i want on and off beat,no kanye but i do lyrical poetry thats bittersweet.

Break into your house kick back put me feet up,put your address on me snap and say come and meet up,speakers loud we all need to speak up,got everythin we need like a on-suite,go out and leave you a box of haribo sweets as a treat,only a mess thats small thats petite,hit the 6th gear going into tunnels like the film heat,

 i dunno whats missin,must be all the blow im sniffin i can hear the hissin,listen,

OG-Kush

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