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TEEN DAYZ
03:52
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TEEN DAYZ
Waking up at 6 flat bright and early
Before robins and eagles
Eating hot cheetos
Stretch shit shower all within the next hour throw some lotion on or I’ll be looking like a bag of flower
What’s for breakfast
Shit
Now I’m on the prowl for some chow
Four course meal composed of crumbs and rice fully prepared a dish from the bare minimum but everything is better with a splash of syrup and a dash of cinnamon and after that I scrub my grill cause morning breath’s enough to kill
Kiss my mom and then I’m on the box
2Ks GTAs I think I’ll never stop sike I get back to my bread and butter my pen and my paper
Kick hot shit and then I kick rocks and split to the abyssal region
Warn my mom of my dismissal
Rendezvous with the legion
The sun is beaming in the afternoon
I hit up Bi-Rite for Snickers and Doritos my homies hands extended for a piece so to reach piece I eat it quick
(Aw you grimy as fuck, nigga)
(That nigga he sweet as shit)
No fucks given but the store is convenient cause the microphone’s across at Olo’s
He set me up I do my work mix and master once again the burnt bastard spits another sesh through the mesh
I should’ve been starting a shift a Mickey Do’s or something
Like a regular young adult but I was tryna perfect and check my craft without a fault with the thought to bring my problems to a screeching halt
I’m still struggling
My world hit me
She said she wanted to see me then come and get me I’m not mobile
So we hit the strip for some Chipotle out of my pocket
But when I come to others I ain’t got it
The evening breeds grade a fuckery
But no fools with buff trigger fingers
Lucky me it’s not often bodies get caught but I’m still cautious
Cause some are living lawless
Most are living ball-less
Even after stuffing my face I’m looking over my shoulder hers too cause she ain’t used to what the streets produce
Rather tie a noose around my neck before I let her get hurt cause if would her daddy will but any way she drop me off where I reside
A kiss farewell
Exchange I love yous and for me it’s back to
The dungeon catch me lunging for my phone on the couch
On the book or the gram
Thinking damn
I wish my struggles would disappear
And everything is good
But now I’m good to know that success is near
Whether rhyme spitting or I’m smitten with a career
Imma be good it seems
Just another thought before I dream
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2. |
INTERVIEW (INTERLUDE)
04:10
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3. |
L'UNICO
02:47
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L’UNICO
Mussolini with a microphone l’unico not the Duce bitch unless we talking that shit that permeates through my pearly gate
It a fragrance it’s foul like it flagrant like green’s right sneaker going nuts in white sneakers
Gucci white foams to be precise I’m nice solid as a rock with bands I’m gneiss
Metamorphic forking in the green like a fat bitch (tryna shed some mass?)
Pass I’m tryna dead the masses
First glance makes you think his brain is molasses and then he speaks and makes your third eye wipe his glasses setting fire to asses I think I’m Flavor Flav one
Foot in a stance sock the other in the grave cause I’m hopping out the casket characteristics of a basket
Case face blunts laced like eyelets I let you breath despite its a pet peeve I’m the god my nigga conscience alive innocence deprived its live or let die my nigga
Only substance my music has is controlled
No name proclaimed as AU(ay, you) because I’m good as gold
Told them fuck niggas I’m the one ya god chose Abraham on Actavis
Weird nigga activist
Accidents were made when this spade was conceived they fucked up giving me the ability to breathe I lucked up way up and cleaned you pussies Summer’s Eve
Now I ball like A.I.’s AI on 2K3
Fools hate me cause it ain’t a trace of fugazi you fools gay see
Sweet Splenda tender in the ass used to placing last hateration in your plasma
Catch copper fragmentation from this ghetto blaster then ask ya
What does god look like
As far as I’m concerned he in the mirror steering clearer of confusion the way I’m speaking got you thinking I suffered contusions across the melon
Coulda been a doctor coulda been a felon
Shank or a scalpel either way it goes across ya apple cider cup style mentally wild
My style?
Do a nigga foul based of false premonition definition of black and mild cold to the SOWL or SOUL they say rap is when you say words and get paid I’m sold Hammies Andys Ulyssies notes of Cs that fold
Thousands in your bank into a man you mold tryna see what a mill do
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CHINGA / CLOSED MINDS
01:44
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The pink-lipped spitter who skin appears burnt black as coffee no jitters just crashes into ashes of wack rappers past
From the flame that I obtain I pigmentation’s proof I turn the booth into a furnace I learned this craft way before they put letters in math
At least that’s how it seems ya boy tighter then skinny jeans like my own since an infant built like an incense stick
But Jamaica but Ohio’s what I know
Mid West’s best difficult to contest
Unless the tightness in my chest is my cardiacs getting incarcerated
The flaunting of my skill is far belated here to replace you old fucks who need to be carbon dated
Probably encased in amber no signs of like keep them AARP cards handy getting blander
I must be slacking cause I’m not less subjected to slander
The greats are hated in pursued but I can never be subdued embrace the attitude of the cocky young buck who appears to lack food and very high strung and stuck
On surpassing and outlasting his predecessors just they seem lesser to him
Ambition
In a way it’s a constant repetition but he just want you to get it
Besides he abides by tryna luck up on a come up got him fucked up if you fuck up and try to blind his vision
His eyes is on the rise like he lying for forgiveness
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5. |
VILLAIN'S PLIGHT
04:21
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VILLAIN’S PLIGHT
Cold as a bitch
Cold as a bitch
Residing where the warmth of a hug just don’t exist
Could never fit in
Holding my shit in emotional men been self destructive from the beginning
Righteous living I deviated from sinning but me and wrong-doing related I’d rather be with no clan it clearly wasn’t in plan lifting hereditary curses my props is belated
Fam will never say they think that failure is fated
But display it in their energy and that’s what I hated
Broke away to build
Every movement was bold
The circumstance was killed exposed to cold
Dependence for narcotics satiated the shivers
I’d rather chief the chiba while y’all poison ya livers
The will still strong enough to go for what I’m owed solid gold never satisfied with slivers of silver
Life’s a bitch but she ain’t riding me I stand and deliver I long stroke till she quiver or start the water works go cry me a river I know them tears fake this bitch the real snake
Give n take until I’m hooked
Never fall to withdrawals dosing whenever I shook
(Chorus)
This the villain’s plight yuh
This the villain’s plight reside in dark don’t deal in light yuh
You would change too the ones you love start not to like yuh
Now I’m on attack I’m tryna strike yuh fight yuh
succumb to my might yuh 2x
This comfort come after discomfort hatings abrasive soft skin peeling
exposed a villain feeling like a molar with a filling
My original crown eroded from the sugar coated
No matter what them niggas said they was still food
Confusing pills n food it had me wylin you thought I meant it I lost respect for you
Some fucking friend I warned your ass before I popped one
when im on a bar it’s like a bar I’m sending shots son
Talkin bout you need apologies bitch I need a pile of g’s thou-wows so I can cop milds n pow pows
Either way the smoke is accessible ya ambition broke now you detestable
Speaking on me outside of my presence off my testicles
Niggas bump they gums cause they toothless
When it rains I take it how it comes cause I’m ruthless
When I’m in the booth it’s
Ravage time couthless
Vocally smoking these folks who focus me
Rapscallion stallion blood too cold to be mammalian attacking victors till they victims more bodies to tally in valiant when I stick em pick em up outta the alley and kick em back to reality
Put the beats to beats
Percussions get concussions if you out to doubt the stout for clout you overdue for hushing muthafuckas drunk or something
I understand because I’m overbrewed you under plan I’m over you I’m underhanded over food don’t trust me
(Chorus)
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6. |
BE LIKE WATER
03:04
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BE LIKE WATER
How DarQ shine but he dwell in the darkness
Imma show you why I sell nigga spark this
The high is euphoric yet rhetoric as my reign soak ya soul it’s nothing short of historic
The only ones who die are the ones who don’t comply and defy what’s a lowercase L to an uppercase I put a fork to the ignorant imposters who got the game twisted like some ramen
Words from a shaman
Most can’t survive the pure vernacular bombing like it came from Tim Osman
I was in a cave last week
But I was never found and I had the bitch barking when I took her to the pound
The world getting strange
Morals covered in mange
The standard is to show all your fun holes for change
I still bang the targets GUNG ho within range
Dirty DarQ MarQ no stranger to the dange
DarQ MarQ spit toxin bringing all the birds with the words brought the flocks in ain’t no telling where the bull headed no oxen
4 pussies pulled guns on me fuck boxing
4 pussies callin me dad guess I’m pops then bagging white hoes cause they say i look like Hopsin tryna live righteous but it’s hard to stop sin I’m the arch villain if you scared call the cops then tryna find a realistic reason not to lose it like a nun with virginity got me seeking serenity you looking like you licked a lemon if you in vicinity and made the revelation I’m an other world entity
Rose from the pit you like the shit that goes in to tea
Southern style watch opponents suffer bring a sudden smile it get kinda messy moonwalking through the blood n bile all about the win caught it once and I’m a glutton now
Bald nigga hating just because I’m Joe Budden now I got ya broad parched got her ripping through my button down all hail Hidachi cook the beat up in ya face like hibachi beat the beat up got it’s face looking sloppy
Smoking raw cones till I’m gone pushing poppys
Dogging all broads till my bone gone floppy
Dogging all broads Willy Jones couldn’t stop me I’m not a walkie talkie when I speak don’t copy
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7. |
INTERVIEW PT.2 (ESCAPE)
01:09
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8. |
GRAND THEFT AUDIO
01:51
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GTA
I ain’t wear my heart today
I’m rocking a tank top I’m cannot skate but I’m doing a bank drop i am the puffiest daddy I can’t stop won’t stop that boy poor that’s the reason he won’t shop fuck the popo my p.o. a hoe and he still tryna front like he bro
I was down bad under the floor
Resurrected now my eyes on the dough
Fuck a fam cuz it’s only the bros you can see it on my hand when I roll on the xans I was losing control driving blind had to find my soul
Stranded on ice I was left here out in SlOhio they only cook meth here grimy and slimy no rules no ref here calling for mercy its falling on deaf ears balling like Percy I was gone give her the Master P
I thought the bitch was a masterpiece I discovered she built like a bag of peas titties was hitting the flo at the time I was in a drought
flipped that hoe over start digging her out got my nut real quick she was talking that shit than she bounced
Big deuces that’s what I’m dropping on hoes and haters alike
Normies could never relate to the life who said I was trash I’m late to the lie
Foreign to lames a friend of the fly
Poverty weakening breaking the ties win or a loss I’m taking the prize born a boss Im paying the cost pearlie white shining no fakin the floss
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HAVING FUN
02:35
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HAVING FUN
Im so odd
I’m so hot
I’m so high
Fuckin fried
Tongue tied 100 blunts my lungs died off some acid I done cried xan can’t pass it up I like
When I said I love you bitch I lied I was purpin droppin lines and they purple how you hate me but you slurp me take my energy usurp me
Claiming that he hard but I do that
I ain’t taking disrespect these days I’ll beat chu blue black
Half a xan had me losing rationale
Can’t nobody save me youngin crashing out
I used to jump from a c 130
Eating healthy tryna see 130
On par in the sky with some birdies
I’m the driver but I don’t have a license
At the store and I wish I could buy sense
I got some incense instead meditation had to clear my head fuck drugs gotta get me some bread
Young thug ain’t no tats on my head
I could still act in a movie or sum
Life is a movie I’m starring fasho
If I sip act it’s gon move me or sum
Bustin a move I’m groovy or sum
Keep me a move I’m shooting at sum
Crazy as fuck not weird
You can’t really live by fear
I ain’t really got no peers
Let the wrong people see my tears
Bounce back like I’m Juvenile
Off the top rope like I’m Juventud
Love a bitch with an attitude
He was showing off he was acting rude
Took the higher road I shoulda treated you
I’m a predator I shoulda eated you
Woulda 2 pieced straight seated you
Elbows knees straight defeated you
But that drama shit for the broke
The way they after clout I thought it was coke
Uppin my tool i thought it was smoke
We living in hell but i cannot choke
Blue bills got my pockets on loc
Im tryna chill and you tryna provoke
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10. |
BONES (THE MONEY)
02:21
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BONES (THE MONEY)
On the hunt for the green dead heads big bread keep a skinny nigga fed don’t do liquor lot quicker off some meds acid stickers makes the light flicker
Imma chill type nigga on the real flipping pills driven by the dollar bills unforgiving get it how I’m living disrespect and get more than a lecture
Eight days ago I met her
Just put a hoe on the stretcher
Had to shape up like a skecher looking down counting money making my neck hurt
Bout to increase my net worth bae if we fucking then I need the next first back to to guac
But I meant guap
This ain’t Chipotle this is the block
Quick flips for the chips im grinding get how I live real shit
It’s survival of the fittest they’ll cut ya neck for the bills yeah
Believe that my uncle the reason I check
The reason I don’t tolerate disrespect
I keep confusing stepping stones and necks
Don’t call my phone for the smoke just text
Dipping and dodging the folks I’m successful 23 yrs on this earth no record
Just let the hoe go bro don’t check her
Loud mouth hoes get the lesser
But they never ever get the lesser you see me cheesing I was just bald and stressing
Answer the call to my blessings I am all over the green like dressing
(Still got to keep it 100 at all times you know what I’m saying?)
First to third grade ay I though I was pimping
Skeezer tried to play me so I voice back with two bitches
From the bottom everyone forgot him shoot him down god got him sat him down told him stop fucking around but I still like Caprices bank
Rolls gold teefis roll the dopey dope in leafis chief this until I see Jesus I ain’t never on my knees being poor is a disease you ain’t taking risks you better off deceased you sissies pockets need
Ulyssies Benjamin and Andrew
Youngin came for nothing that’s exactly what I hand you
Imma show you what a well calculated plan do
Niggas hated cause they hustle week or way past their peak I can’t speak to these peons
Way ahead like eons
I was hand-fed no silver spoons VHS cartoons from noon to noon that was ‘02
Now the bros say my flows poke holes in ProTools
D.T.A.O.T.B. gimmie that bag fuck being on TV easy
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11. |
VENT
03:05
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VENT
You know exactly how this shit goes
Drug addiction does more affliction I admit it I surpassed getting lit
Subconscious and my conscious in a pit choosing violence but my soul choosing silence I abused the confused but I’m the one with hues of violets on my 3rd eyelid
swollen shut
karma kicked my ass but I got a DV what the fuck
our relationship is toxic I don’t care that’s still my slut
hard worker what is luck
nah I’m kidding I done dodged the grave and plenty sentenced sit-ins
dancing cause my second chances entailed repentance developed antisocial tendencies I lost trust for my mom and most sharing blood with me cuz when I fell instead of hands I met the bottom of their feet
Emotional manipulation
left my heart dead past resuscitation strive for excellence really requires daily dedication handsome man plagued by constant pussy anticipation shoulda been the bread instead
It is now I steer clear of the low-brow it isn’t my style
I provide top tier performances with no bow
I developed necessary confidence I’m so proud been told I’m so profound
I’m the spitter that the pro found
The nigga that yo hoe found I been the king with no crown
Rose from the po town the local mindset escaped me but it shaped me and introduced me to the ape me
Watching friends succumb to fate stung like a scraped knee
And my pain went unsung for so long that when it was recited Mental illness was the only thing sighted since then I was ignited
Internally eternally
It’s been fuck em all since the ages were small
Burned brighter when the youngin stopped obeying the law
You gon have to wash your eyes with bleach you seen what I saw
Life’s a bitch with crab itch she need old bay in her draws
From a city with infected wounds that bleed through the gauze
I’m in tune with the higher power peace to gods
I despised the guys who sell themselves short of all the glory their owed you bound to fade from history unless your story is told
Used to have dreams of busted seams pockets with gold
Still do
Keep it kinda shady so the superficial feel you
Keep it too real and the fake will try to kill you
I was exhausted
I kinda lost it
I didn’t feel much
I couldn’t have fun
Without a pill touch
For what it cost me
Believed falsely
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