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fuck what you believe i seen it in a dream fuck what you achieve fuck everythi.... okay cap said from a little emo man spinning through time in a vessel in a can bro said i'm a hoe i try to reprimand i try to find a way repent for how i stand repent for how i live and sin but i suppose were all the same find solace inside your brain where you rot in disdain i turned angry in a cage and then wrote it all away i'd rather choose love i'm a bird i'm a dove i'm a son my father's son, and the flower that reaches towards it opens up to feel a tickle from the water listen to the warden your shackles are your courage the rhyme is your anchor let creativity support it i know folks who's from an orphan i know stakes way worsened so what gives me the chip in this back, battery pack i was alone pivotal years, these are residual tracks with insidious stacks, okay its hideous black your heart has withered and canned i'm trynna find a way to forgive a way to composure, cause i'm not a foolish king i'm a soldier love sosa until i revolted well actually i like Luck, and thats his idol stand tall and strong like Eifel i know how this unfolds my iris like a tiger fat stacks, Bob Iger build it Bob, empire not the skate brand, but i skate tracks surfing this great land

flee from the barrage, a mirage of the eyes seeks and chisels, but presents a disguise no way to salvation, just glean from within and hope it subscribes resonates the conscience a construct your mind know when its not right bite into the apple no fright, it aligns because its all similar our shared human experience feelings are the guide ego is the guise pride is the devil the devil is a lie the devil is a live and its cloaked in prada the sale of product now i've lost whats sovereign pompous pigs Shepard the dogs, who herd the flock who ran cause of fear, when they shot the glock and click the clock, time is an illusion your hear or not and fear it rots, your present plots so live it as and it fear it not cause the reaper knocks its a creeper stocks you either lead or rot express not fear at all i flee from prison of the form the prisons need reform why i'm feeling all deformed since my amorphous face, shed the mask it droops lead the masses fate, all from a cloak behind the ropes of a door thats bolted shut i try to find my soul i wander lust and its torturous endorphins are enough to self destruct lets light the dutch afire then combust

i don't want my fans to know me be like frank they like the art and let me occupy my own domain but when i spit it its raw and often frank yah i'm just painting a picture of my life to be feigning a scripture you have the faintest idea, becomes a snowball hold out, patience is a virtue see my stock is absurd still i duck from your view i got friends that i've had since birth to withstand the earth as it spins sand in wind famine, i'm famished shit and ravenous i hope this doesn't turn you off rather ignite your ship Vicodin i'm in pain but i'm Tyson shit dice this shit its a fight within to plant you pike withstand to win do you have bandwith be honest with yourself for the cabbage

pucker up, peckerino pookie we gonna get paper and i ain't talking bout a loose leaf 2 seat, actually theres 5 i'm referencing getting head in my nissan loosely, i only faintly recall it loosely, cause in the present all i muster is a toosie slide lifes pantomime but i figure out so the chips are so sublime falling asleep twiddling my mind give me something actual cause nothing i can find no tether, just these bird feathers fetch me a quill and let me show you pain and i ain't talking window sill for all these imbeciles i am no different so i'm sure we're sure to wilt like Chamberlain, gatorade i'm tim tebow on the gators and

my old bitch teach me how to deal with my new bitch fuck a bitch on some tutelage not even my bitch, just a bitch me i'm like chick flick, princess take a pic i'm pretty bitch plotting on extravagance g wagon caravans and carriages all in i life's work before i parishes gay thoughts but i banished em to the banisters, to the parishes first i gotta win a couple things like Robert Parish before i look for my feelings on a reconnicaince mission starting to question my cognition cause i'm so flawed and overwhelmed still got a pot to piss in grew up in the burbs, cartier on my shirt, just like Carti so i can make some bad decisions i'm retarded i can build a fence between myself and my friends like i'm pardoned blow up then reconstruct everything on some arson because the bitch i say i really loved i think maybe i was farcing she did have a fat ass, big numbers on the stat pad i might blunder then need cash app or just loose it from the fumes of the cactus maybe i'll rise, to the top like Cassius you never know unless you practice

i'm gonna fly i can't resist it eagle in my eye for this mischief i just been moving real sly til its finished just write out your demise now your witness

i'm the mailman a seance a player did a gainer off the backfoot and a prayer black crooks, said i'm backballed for my white looks right hook, any time i write hooks cause it comes at me i'm flabergasted might look try to find the source open up the pores gonna crank this bitch like four and she on all fours yelling whore i'm trynna keep it cort and keep the court you know its winners and i stimmer never stumble i still ate this game for dinner had that savant look at it so i figured i would shimmer we're all fucked if my head get bigger disfigured, when this shit so sick they needed ginger fell in love with a ginger it was so short, and her pussy taste delicious for that you can convict me as a sinner but i was cold from the winter and can you blame real love she affirmed my doubtful thoughts i just showed her glimmer, a divine corpse in this time short, hanging from a vine stork you can whine sure no one gives a fuck when your body shows up at the shore its just the tides course i said this times short, make the most of it until

Yooo we should work together Frr I likes your stuff man much love

This beat is crazy!

the cymbals go hard

beautiful

what's the sample for this?

Trying to forget you, stuck on my mind, it’s a issue but it’s time to dismiss you..

Outstanding

Good stuff

Immediate sub. Dope.

420 is Just a number , ona face, analog on a wall, your money is digitized code, i thought you were my doge, or so until my budget got involved, was it solved or not, cuz the consequence arent absolved just watch, crime and run, sign in blood provide a drop, biometric bond, i am left alive while all the flies have dropped

Love your prod bro keep going ! I’m finna make some shit to these soon as well stay up family !!!!!

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Buenas noches como esta ? la puedo usar, no soy comercial ni me interesa serlo, pero podria usarla?. Me la Podrías Vender?

This is dope asf bro🔥🔥🔥🔥

damn yo this one is crazy

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i met the kind, thats gonna fall in love with my mind but its more of an obsession maybe i'm just tripping, watching the procession ask me whats my real intention like you i'm prolly guessing perplexing an answer, to no question no allegiances were present let go of everything, on the precipice of inter-dimensions maybe i martyr myself, for connection maybe i was fucked up this whole time needing blessings i lost all hope, and you're a vestige let me nestle with you lightskin we gon make some chocolate milk throw the whole kitchen sink that i fucked you on lift up the kilt cause seeing red, and the white of their eyes so we going for the kill can't stop til its a couple mills couple houses a top a hills, an ocean ville running up the score its like 6 nil

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah I tried cocaine California college kids the condiment My electric lady doppelgäng-ed Janelle Monáe Hahaha, punk! She gesturing me like the mime My knuckles laid flat on the table Glance at the time, my watch is relentless in ticking, and tick tick, it’s ritualistic I left a few dollars behind, drink in the glass, with the backdrop, game of the Pistons Listener, buckle your belt, if you’re able, let’s go live a hell of a life I swiveled the chair one hundred and eighty degrees Pool cues were the high hats, foolish clues from the girls wearing moccasins I left right, two stepping, repeating the fire until your feet proxy to mine I labelled my lady that night, electric, my lady that night, we swished, and drank away strife You’re a bad choice, bad poison, by my side, babe, our planet is oyster But it all just decays over time, tick tick, we’re on the bad choice road Bad boys, I articulate, bad boys, apprehension to do as you oinking My position already anointed, seems my decisions already have pointed A baggie, your pockets were pointed at Your shame, blatantly weaving the rays of the kodaks A collection of particles lined, the dollar I lent was an agent, a death wish A method to brake from the peasantry, mad cats, and the critical skeptics I oscillate, teetered destruction I was popping my pimples, collecting the puss Your feet lost all the proximity, I’m JID, I made enemies I bloodied my knuckles, my knuckles are bloody I’m covered in cuts, while they’re telling it’s sunny What are you talking about John Hoffman assertions are out I’m putting the P in pout And she hid her collections in pouches Roll with punches we bouncing from couch to couch Bandage my scars, vanished the ouch, an unknowing leech to account We just made our first bad choice together Life in the dark A courtesan cherish her rose as her life The pedal collapses The chamber giving her grief All of the little reenactments Can I begin? Swing open the oak door I was making a friend Lacing a figure Manila the hemp Eager to make do with the jute I can come in any contact and repair Sizzle from cortisol I can be the silk in your pillow or a somniferous asshole With the exception of you the key to my soul requires a USB shoot I can now flutter the shades cut corners into the ties giving me meaning to hang onto life Habits on habits to hell for you to give me your hand and handlebars fell The chain hanging off of the buckles Like cattle with bells Caught the eclipse The visual premise of my solar remediation The first Friday of months is what I look forward to I could be breaking You put it on god with a higher octave that I know you’re not used to I put it on solace where the flats can sharpen acoustics You see I own my very alone electrical lady She describes my fate as an experience a dollar short to living the divinity of Domus I’m demanding the truth I idolize Thomas Running the maze as I grieve With tar lining the wrinkles thus cut up my feet I feel like Saint Thomas ts-ts-ts-ts I’m nearly my favorite sedative second to bedding my woman repetitive I ts-ts-ts-scribble with led I can appear in her primitive I put my faith in the Feather of the Ma’at When lining the stanzas in conjuring white I’m sniffing from paint cleaning how Cinderella wouldve thought that she ain’t Instead of faint Cold shoulder to shoulder without her pupils I can follow I fall asleep against the stimuli Because the tourniquet Alcohol swabs mimicked the stench of my body Bet you didn’t have a sterile cooker post injection was my remedy I stale out my tar with Saline What does that mean Your answer is as good as my question cause they both don’t mean anything Don’t flinch the camera flash on the scene Where you see a glass I see a canteen Rum and whisky make do the picture in puzzle In my oxygen bubble Oxy lining the atmosphere and with that I can break throughput me out of the rubble

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Insane production and sound selection 🙌🏻+1

my right ear loved this

Imma wreck this one🤝 (so I can have a convincing argument lol)

Yo homie 🙏 you down to collab, I REALLLLLYYY think out sounds would come together really well, but that’s only up to you… we both ona come up but I’m just here throwing out opportunities yfm

wicked chops on the sample it feels haunting

I actually like this

Your beats are seriously ill. Keep up the great work 🔥

If Moesha did xans type beat. Good shit

Nice one!💎

Those drums are so smooth, sick work laa 🔥Keep it up

Bro you have a vibe

Tough

This smooth bro

U make sum fiiire man keep grinding man u can do this!

Yo This beat feel like the sinister six Spit venom at your sister left one in her ribs Only carnage in my wake like President Obama In a residential zone lightin up all my ganja I wanna get arrested to prove this life is just nonsense What does me gettin flown have to do with you? Some smoke weed and some fiddle witta rubicks cube Some do both Sun and moon I write scripts like bong joon ho

This is nice !

Smooth stuff!

What a drum break 🥵

You’re unique and magnificently talented; keep it up; the game needs your gift

This is perfect for sum lyrics I had mind if I use the beat?

your very original rhythms ❤

Awesome, keep up the good work!

You harddddd

I just dropped a new song, its fire bro check me out🔥🔥 fw ur beat btw