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We Famous ft. NV(PROD BY KYU TRACKS)

Just a preview of the mixtape project between Masta Swenson and Lord Taco

All instrumental credit goes to (dranaL)
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The Warm Up (Masta Swenson & Lord Taco) [prod by dranaL]

Instrumental produced by https://soundcloud.com/bentodemello
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Lyrics:
How you sleeping on me, when you wide awake?
How you eating homie, you ain't got a plate;
Write my best shit but everything feels second rate:
Disregarding everything and tell myself that life is great.
I'm hanging up my mirrors, scared to see my face;
Go hard or go home and I ain't got a place.
Every effort I'm exerting seems to go to waste;
And every hope I've ever fucking had is gone without a trace.
Like notoriety could ever coincide with these;
Hypocrites who thinkin' that the money runs society.
When World War 3's around the corner, who gon' ride with me?
Fuck it, win or lose entire armies gonna die with me.
Illuminati trying harder just to silence me:
Subtle disputations starting fair and ending violently.
When your brothers die, will you sit and quietly;
Weep or raise the streets into a whole 'nother dynasty?

Pump a round and never back down;
Grinding till we hit the fucking ground for our crack town.
For my brothers and my sisters, let their hope shine;
Forever, just another soldier standing on the frontlines.

Like anything we've majored gonna make it big;
The day I die and fall silent's when I bleed the fifth.
Whiskey sippin' up to Heaven Hill;
You whining bout the 7 Sins we living like if I don't care then heaven will.
I'm not religious or an atheist, just feeling like if god exists then he should be the better man and take the wheel.
Intoxicated to define the skill;
Drinking till my liver fails and puking up these lyrics like I'm fucking ill.
This is everything I've wanted, composing controversial compilations and paint myself up as a target;
For these kids who stalking Soundcloud, writing faggot in the comments;
Saying "Kill yourself, we didn't want this shit, we want Ebonics."
It's 2016, we still discriminate;
Ignorance, the basis of our problems, watch it escalate;
Cuz man's the biggest threat we have to human kind entirely;
But if we band together, there's still a chance to save society.

For the People (prod by De Mello)

Instrumental produced by Omito Beats: https://soundcloud.com/omitobeats

Lyrics:
Another day, another dollar;
The dumbest motherfuckers going further than the scholars;
So I could amount to nothing, but I don't wanna be my father;
Or another washed out, drug-addict in the suburbs.
Man, success is seeming smaller than the morals in my hometown;
Fiending for a hit but never poppin' for a dope crowd.
See, these haters hoping every raps a swan song;
You fake as chola eyebrows, these pussies getting drawn on;
That California Chrome, pound, but never get the DAP for that;
Busted by the thought police, arrested by my cardiac;
So keep the pressure on me, pause, and give the game a heart attack;
These rappers think they sick, but just another hypochondriac.
Over the head lines, like a falling animation;
Crack the code, I'm shaking minds up, that's a nod of affirmation, ha.
Life's a bitch just sucking cess up from the underground;
Money over everything so fuck it, I'ma dumb it down.

"We spittin flames and we run the game like Hussein;
Pull up to the party, get it poppin like some champagne.
Might lick a, shot and get the bottle split;
'Get that money, get that power' be the motto bitch."

Yea, I really don't know what to say;
Cuz by the ninth month nothing delivered like a Labor Day;
Or going into labor day, I do this in a major way;
And cutting through these top tier rappers like a Razer Blade.
Laps around the game, face to face with my reality;
Then "Nothing Was The Same" again, amused by no Calliope;
The highness she's described to be ain't topping what I'm bout to be;
A prodigy to fallacies still shitting their designer jeans.
Fuck it I'm a monster;
A walking billboard for everything the government would never sponsor.
Shots up in the dark, just waiting for that *click-back*;
A couple checks and titties saying, "Taco, you could hit that."
Watch contradictions come to life like science fiction;
Through my diction, frail depictions of a life without restrictions.
Bury lines that I'd envision, like I bury opposition;
Underground, reaching out because success the only mission.


Another Day Another Dollar (prod by Omito Beats)

Instrumental produced by J-Eldoy

Lyrics:
Been doing it since a truant back in high school;
Bell rings 7:47, board and fly through.
But since the high's cool, fuck it different subject;
Start a class of my own and teach you things you've never done yet;
Like run sets, peeing on every single track that;
Sick flow never hit a gym flo' that HAZMAT's.
Definition warning signs across the nation;
Going viral on you pussies like it's sexual education.
The exposition getting lit in every written;
Higher Learning for these Outkasts who fear they'll never fit in.
Fuck am I spittin'? Go and take it to the principal;
It's hard to run a system when you lack a single principle.
But the prints I pool, are a punch crime;
Juiced Pacs, never make a mill if it was lunchtime.
Back packin', I'm backpacking this co-sign;
Rappers throwing tangents reciprocating these code lines.
Yea, but what the fuck should they care for;
This goes out to everyone their mothers weren't there for;
And every single ghost of a father that couldn't spare more;
Virtue for their children in the struggle forced to bare more.
Yo, it's like we living in cells;
Behind these bars, basic matter we compound to ourselves;
So let me break it down like chemicals, these burners getting physical;
Sift bio's of these self proclaimed legends to a mythical;
Satyr of everything you're fit to be;
These magazines on repeat, I'll make you fucking history.
These bullets socializing through the tech's to this community;
-Your education system, signing off this eulogy bitch.

Yo, gunshots for the truants;
A couple shots for those who said we'd never fucking do it;
If we stupid then we'd lose it, keep the act up like we knew it;
No diplomas in our hands, just the scars that say we blew it.
(Let me exercise my mental, take the time to let it dust off);
Catching more bodies than a motherfuckin' trust fall;
I'm spraying up the faculty and air 'em out like aerosol;
Delivering more rounds than an over driven carousel.
Cuz everyday (Drugged up), got my mind (Fucked up);
That military grade for every teacher that you've sucked up.
We got a price that everybody's gotta pay;
Just know we all gotta die some day. (Someday)

School Daze (prod by J-Eldoy)

Sunnyvale Bay Area rapper; Lord Taco. Email me at: LordTacoBell@yahoo.com  for collaborative offers, I do rap verses for free

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