An actual song with vocals! 

Beat and Vocal Production: me 
Artwork and title concept: Blud Jonez 

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TAKOTSUBO! (Feat. TOUCHGRA$$)

GEVES X ALLIRT - JEWELER

Solo Version cuz T18 not locking tf in
Lyrics:
You got a gun, Buss
Bitch if  you run up
Liable to get touched
Like a quarter back bitch I rush
You got that gun buss
New bitch I fist fuck

Bitch will not buss me
Bitch will not buss me
Bitch will not buss me
Bitch will not buss me
Bitch will not buss me

Keep the Hammer on me, no touching
Nigger why you running
Just like DOOPY I do it

I wanna die young pull the trigger 
I’m up in the fields like An African nigger
You talkin that shit but ur numbers ain’t bigger
Buffy the body my shotty hulk hogan
I keep me a blade like a mafuckin shogun
Ya bitch on my dick and she chokin my Nigga
Anybody want the smoke they can really go get it
And when I pull up with the stick don’t you forget it 
Nigga said he want the smoke
Pull out the cig & I lit it
You and me that’s a difference
Fisting a bitch and I lick it
Lick on the clit til she drippin 
She riding the shit & she slipping
Get a nigga laced up cuz I swear that he was trippin
Niggas never seeing the vision
Got my squad on the mission
She on her knees like a Christian
I might cut a bitch off without an incision
And if you go against me that’s a bad decision
If you gon buss me better have the precision
Cuz a nigga got hands like mike 
And I plan to take your life
I ain’t scared to die pussy boy

Fisting that bitch in the spot
I’m finna end up like Pac 
Run up on me you get dropped
Got a Tec-9 like I’m Eric Harris
Try to take mine, throw you off a terrace
Fuck a crazy bitch she hysterics 
You a bum im a kowboystar don’t you compare it

You got a Gun Buss
Nigga the fuck’s up?
Nigga what’s good
Cut em like wood
Do em Like Eazy-E and I’m suge

Nigga what’s good
Cut em like wood
Do em Like Eazy-E and I’m suge

Nigga what’s good
Cut em like wood
Do em Like Eazy-E and I’m suge

You got a gun, Buss
Bitch if  you run up
Liable to get touched
Like a quarter back bitch I rush
You got that gun buss
New bitch I fist fuck

Bitch will not buss me
Bitch will not buss me
Bitch will not buss me
Bitch will not buss me
Bitch will not buss me

Keep the Hammer on me, no touching
Nigger why you running
Just like DOOPY I do it
Just like DOOPY I do it
Just like DOOPY I do it
Talking money best be fluent

#JUSLIKEDOOPYDOIT #BUSSME2 (PROD. NEONARCISS!!)

Lyrics:

You might never hear from me again
You might have to fear for my life my friend
Most black men, gotta make peace with dying young 
And I’m tired of hearing from  niggas who peaked telling me to have my fun
 If I took my own life what would be the difference 
If someone with a badge did it, it would be permitted 
Am I outspoken or self destructive, either way I’m blacklisted 
How rap niggas claim for authenticity 
But isolate anyone who dare to keep it real differently 
Sometimes I believe people want the art from different artists
Regardless if they could paint the same picture 
Similar to Van Gogh, only popular when we die so we become new souls to harvest 
No new ideas, my head similar to a broken light fixture
Can’t shine bright when everyone got a spark too
only see the light when you placed inside a dark tomb

It is what it is
Nobody makes it out alive
I’m isolated, separated 
Negative thoughts haunting my mind
Need to find a way to get it exorcised 
It is what it is 
Know that I’ll be fine
I’m looking for my freedom not your admiration 
Trapped in mental slavery, causing my own lacerations

They say my career won’t take off cuz I won’t follow what they say
And the last nigga who followed propaganda ended up being found inside a lake 
So I don’t act for nobody, fuck Kayfabe 
Need to be conscious no matter what I create
Not tryna be like my parents, 40 years old living with mistakes 
Thinking too hard, say I need a brain break
But I’ll just act out if my mind fully vacate 
Wanna preview of death? Walk in my shoes
You better hold your breath, nobody listening to you
I’m so out of place, like I’m homeless again
Stare me in my face,  then lose focus again
Losing my mind and I’m losing my friends
You got me fucked up if you think I’m gonna play pretend

To speak down on lord is blasphemy
Blaming yourself instead of others, that’s reality
After everything I’ve done I don’t feel bad, I don’t feel bad for me
Niggas on death row her no sympathy

Losing relationships cuz of my mindset
I’m just saying to get it off my chest
Should just keep it in the music niggas could care less
No word, could describe how I’m living 
Jesus Christ himself, wouldn’t forgive my sinning
Living in this state is taxing, I’m paying with time
Boutta come for a fee for a peace of mind
But is it really worth it? I done paid enough
We never wanted you to go
I spent so much time thinking it should’ve been me
I wish we got through to you, why did you have to leave
I chose, to play around til I broke the console
Then, I proceeded to lose all control
How could my homie become a lost soul?
Feeling blue, eyes red and my skin cold
I, looked you in your eyes in my dream
I, know your probably mad at me
I, in my grief lashed out at our homies
I was traumatized 
I saw you die the way I feared 
And no one in my personal life consoled me
They ain’t give a FUCK that you died, I saw it all in their eyes
It hurt my fucking soul, seeing your name become a hashtag for promo
I wish I was in that call, maybe my presence would’ve made a difference
I just wishes I was there even if my presence didn’t do anything at all
Even now after I’m done grieving I feel like I let you down the worst
This year it was hard to honor your last request, I barely put in work

10 months (yungicystar4) [prod. CPO3/OFFNIIGHTS]

MISFIT [P. TRIPLESIXDELETE]

Lyrics:

P.1(prod. hyperdog):
Verse:
I be getting dumb money, other words, I’m stupid up
The people wanting something else but I just do not give a fuck
Dropping on the 16th, time to make it history
3 years running, in the race, still gon runnit up
Throwaway tracks, never drop em or destroy em
Leave em in the vault lonely, like I’m opium
“This track is so hard” all you be is on that copium 
I gotta new mic, upgrade, now you floating yuh
All in my headphones, never play you on the aux cause they just sound like demos
I’m shopping for new bitches, I just walked into the petco
Huffing on the gas, take the flumes, like its petrol

P.2(prod. clockwork):
Verse:
3 more times that I got pissed off
Was down south, to the west, and the coffee shop
3 more times had to let the click talk
Was up north, to the east, by the boat dock
Boat loads of the work that I put in
Gets discredited, typing out on reddit, bitch
Choke hold of the game, I’m just testing
Out the waters for, any kind of calling or
A new place where my heart resides
Tried 1, 2 many times, hopping on the mic
3 things that nobody ever gonna get
About me is that I don’t do it for a check
I don’t do it for respect of the raps and the rats in the underground, I do it for my fucking head

P.3(prod. floral):
Verse:
Come in the game with immaculate spitting
All these rappers be asking who did it
Ren on the beat and I’m actually winning
This beat wouldn’t cause nobody else fit it
3 Years continuing, I ain’t new to them
But they ain’t knew of me, who are you again?
Watch how I break the scene, like a hooligan
Do it so sloppy, I’m the stupidest
I am so fly, you a stuartist
Serving to me, when I’m ruthless
I am so serious, but the goofiest
Rapper to work, nobody else doing this
I do it for myself, do it till I get the crown
Imma hackle down on em, yeah I put that on the mound
Do it for my family, all the people that’s profound
On my mother, father, sister, even bitches in my town
I’ll do it till I can’t no more, even when I’m on the floor
I’ll stand up for myself, load it up, and then I hit record
Do it till I get a hit, do it till my life is fixed
Do it till I’m bleeding out, dishevelled, when I’ve made it, bitch!

3!(prod. hyperdog, clockwork, & Kid Floral)

{producer} https://www.youtube.com/@loveableang4l

Ran off frm da pluggg (no bap) (prod. loveableang4l)

6/27/22 i dont know why this never dropped

skuzgod - donut (prod mud)

Oh Lordy, hot day on the block, ain't it?

Lord please let me get off the auction block
Lord please let me get off the auction block Lord please let me get off the auction block
Lord please let me
 Lord please let me

White Jesus ain't gon' save your black ass nigger!

I wanted to shine so bad till I realized best looking niggas get sold
I don't see the fun in playing games where you the only one that's getting controlled
Them white boys not on the block with me, that's just a story that's sold
To any nigga dumb enough to buy in, why would the truth be sold

I choose to keep my soul
I don't got no agenda to sell, just tunes
Facing a graveyard shift til I’m in a tomb 
No cracka man won’t do what ya say
Guess you're gonna have to cut my wage

Get you a white boy who’ll do the same
Acts like a nigga with a bling and chains 
I’ll bet he’ll put his name on that slavery page
Who needs a black soul if you can recreate?

I wanna get off the auction block, but I'm not gon' preach black genocide 
I wanna get off the auction block, but I'm not gon' preach black genocide 
I wanna get off the auction block, but I'm not gon' preach black genocide 

Your attempts are futile, cause a million other niggers will.

Lord please let me get off the auction block
Lord please let me get off the auction block Lord please let me get off the auction block
Lord please let me
Lord please let me

Lord please let me get off the auction block
Lord please let me get off the auction block Lord please let me get off the auction block
Lord please let me
 Lord plea-

Auction Block (prod. CLOROXCIDE)

lyrics:

Uh-oh, we're so fucked
Uh-oh, we can't run
Uh-oh, runnin' outta luck

Uh-oh-oh, we gon' die young
Uh-oh-oh, we're so fucked
Uh-oh-oh, can't run
Uh-oh-oh, runnin' outta luck
Uh-uh-oh, we gon' die young

The anxiety hit me now, oh fuck
And the devil, he's gettin' me now, oh fuck
The anxiety hit me now, oh fuck
And the devil, he's gettin' me now, oh fuck
We are not alike, nigga, fuck everything you said
Every day, it's just the same, fuck gettin' out of bed
You said no therapy, keep niggas out my head
Now you want me there for me, backtracking what you said
Walls closin' in, hard to notice in a small room
What a wonderful world, too bad I want me in a tomb
Fuck a bucket list, too much to do, won't get it all
Clock ticking down, got no time to stall
Built up barely nothing, just enough to watch it fall
Honestly, I'd rather be dead than be a clone of you
And to dodge that outcome I know what I gotta do
I think this is better for everyone

Uh-oh, we're so fucked
Uh-oh, we can't run
Uh-oh, runnin' outta luck

Uh-oh-oh, we gon' die young
Uh-oh-oh, we're so fucked
Uh-oh-oh, can't run
Uh-oh-oh, runnin' outta luck
Uh-uh-oh, we gon' die young

Uh-Oh//Almost Grown [Velourium]

This is a Interlude  Song From The Album : Blunt Rap Self Produced by me dropping soon share this and help me get this album heard :)

10 months (yungicystar4) [prod. CPO3/OFFNIIGHTS]

yungicystar

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