All my niggaz bout that action loaded choppa fully blastin see me in the city streets nigga I dnt know what happend all I heard was bullets capping body's dropping flat lining blood splatter shitbag stinking like a weak bladder shit was sick man guess it's just a hit man when you fuckin with the sixth man.
i´m a lyrical spiritual mirical habitual individual spiitin dem lyrical spiritual miricales, i´m rhyming hysterical, vertical, absurdical, not even a wordicol..
wake up in the morning where the pack at gotta beat the pack up phone going crazy phones of the walls like i own MACEYs costumer service calls pay me gotta get that cheese feel me a bag extra strong and some blunts scaleing sitting on my fucking lap thinking in my head im real high survival of the fittest what i stand by so grab you guns we want the war hit yu with that choppa now you got some open sores people screaming wtf u draped n dripped aint even in yo head all i know is that bread yung lady wanna give some head said fuck it go head she got up on them knees swallowing that skeet baby this aint no dream come play for my team all she really want is the CREAM know what i mean trick thinking this a dream i light a swuare up blow it in the air gone like the wind rushin thru yo hair
Pussy is you tryin fight Can’t u see my diamonds bright Shining like some China white Damn this beat is dynamite Higher than a flyin kite This’ll be my final flight Feelin like I’m iron Mike Violent in this title fight Riots we’ll incite tonight Pedal white like ridin bikes Every night we climbin heights Never took the right advice Roll the dice my rhymin nice Wrist so cold my time is ice
Okay I wrote this track the fifth of may Getting better as I go cause I'm spitting every day It okay if you don't like it I don't even give a shit Got so many punchlines you'll knock out when you get hit
Jumping out the carenban eyes like ah China man if you look me in my face my turn your face to sand I en got so famous I can't even take a shot I en got so famous I can't even candy drop swooping up them hands gone get you judo drop
ok yo yo im walking to school, holding a flower in my right hand in music class, we're jammin, we got a nice school band! lunch time is my favourite, unfortunately i dont even have one friend! ey yo, i wanted to let go of that flower but i simply cant! whoooo dem bars, haters gonna hate!
do it at your own speed and feel the beat Chilling with a bad hoe Cause I got a cash flow she don't shave nothing so I'm beatin up that afro strong dab gimme mine toothpaste lemon lime grab a pepper shake like a mic sneeze another rhyme I don't feed hoes tell that dame eat another time hoes act like an audition do another line strawberry kush got me anxious bout supper time follow IG@edoliohernandez
Greed and power money powder hustle 'till your name gets louder long days, power plays, lack of solar sun rays. Anti-social feeling postal music isn't even coastal. World stage, rap game, no money no fame. Music video bounced a check now my life's a total wreck. Still devoted not promoted all alone now mental coma. Music mirror on the wall, how much farther can I fall? No reply, empty eyes, promises turn into lies. Run down, underground, is there any hope to find? Deals with satan, contract brazen, able to avoid temptation. Demons voices human choices, devil sits back and rejoices. Money, none, no more fun, living like a homeless nun. Praying daily no reply, wondering if gods can die. Not a penny to my name, no influence on the game. Ruined hopes and shattered dreams, gave up friendship for some schemes. Second guessing giving up, no more change inside my cup. Time to grind it out again, hint of hope in drunken grin. Album finished finally done, should I fail I have a gun. Either I'll become a legend or by bullet life be lessened. Album platinum lots of fans, lots of drugs and lots of bands. Lights are blinding camera flashing, walking quickly almost dashing. Paparazzi, new age nazi, fake reports and liars got me. Fame and fortune, skill extortion, killed off early like abortion. House arrest, random test, snorting lines off groupies chest. Music made us, who can blame us, risk it all just to be famous. All musicians dream the same, world starts to scream your name. woken up too abrupt, real world can't leave soon enough. Normal day on normal pay, rain rain just won't go away. Mabye someday I'll get fame, recognition in the game. Hustle harder, music martyr, friends and family up for barter.
Stylin off my flo All of deez bitches seem crazy Man, do I really wanna do this work? Yeah, its better than bein lazy My time is running out 'for all the shit hits the fan I've been tryin on funeral suites Man, they'll kill me if they can I keep advancing through the world Get up to the next level So My Cinnamon Toast Crunch Will always beat your Fruity Pebbles Cinnamon Toast fucking Crunch Has my same exact initials It's cuz I'm the next boss Might as well make it official Chorus: My word, my word. It'll all come down to my word All I got left on this Earth… To try to fix the shit they stirred... X2 Sit up through the night Can't see why you want me on the ground Guess it doesn't matter now That you've tried to throw me down I'm tryina perservere I can't just fuckin give up I guess I'm finding out If the world gives a flying fuck You can be on my team Or you can be one of them haters But I'd pick a fuckin side cuz one ever likes a traitor… Check out my new gaters Got shoes made a swamp skin Every time you see me roll out, It's to make another win I'd say I'll see you later But you're not worth my time They pay my people millions To keep bugs like you in line So fuck what you want Fuck what they fuckin say I'm just livin my life Doin it my own way
Jumping out the carenban eyes like ah China man if you look me in my face my turn your face to sand I en got so famous I can't even take a shot I en got so famous I can't even candy drop swooping up them hands gone get you judo drop
such a sick beat
This gonna be on my first ever beat jack tape
I love this beat
Thanks for sharing!
Never knew he produced for riff raff
All my niggaz bout that action loaded choppa fully blastin see me in the city streets nigga I dnt know what happend all I heard was bullets capping body's dropping flat lining blood splatter shitbag stinking like a weak bladder shit was sick man guess it's just a hit man when you fuckin with the sixth man.
i´m a lyrical spiritual mirical habitual individual spiitin dem lyrical spiritual miricales, i´m rhyming hysterical, vertical, absurdical, not even a wordicol..
it was so whack but so dope lmfao
Lololol spit tht fire!!!
Lol we could get 20 mill views
boo
Word
im lovin the mortal kombat sample
Thats oj the juiceman bruh
drzfinest3424 lmao
only one riff Raff one timer_
Wheres that teal tone lobster instrumental?
wake up in the morning where the pack at
gotta beat the pack up phone going crazy phones of the walls
like i own MACEYs costumer service calls pay me
gotta get that cheese feel me
a bag extra strong and some blunts
scaleing sitting on my fucking lap
thinking in my head im real high
survival of the fittest what i stand by
so grab you guns we want the war
hit yu with that choppa now you got some open sores
people screaming wtf u draped n dripped
aint even in yo head
all i know is that bread
yung lady wanna give some head
said fuck it go head
she got up on them knees swallowing that skeet
baby this aint no dream come play for my team
all she really want is the CREAM know what i mean
trick thinking this a dream
i light a swuare up blow it in the air
gone like the wind rushin thru yo hair
Pussy is you tryin fight
Can’t u see my diamonds bright
Shining like some China white
Damn this beat is dynamite
Higher than a flyin kite
This’ll be my final flight
Feelin like I’m iron Mike
Violent in this title fight
Riots we’ll incite tonight
Pedal white like ridin bikes
Every night we climbin heights
Never took the right advice
Roll the dice my rhymin nice
Wrist so cold my time is ice
Damn thats corny
OK
Okay I wrote this track the fifth of may
Getting better as I go cause I'm spitting every day
It okay if you don't like it I don't even give a shit
Got so many punchlines you'll knock out when you get hit
Where can i download this instrumental??
Jumping out the carenban eyes like ah China man if you look me in my face my turn your face to sand I en got so famous I can't even take a shot I en got so famous I can't even candy drop swooping up them hands gone get you judo drop
Peep the cloud
soundcloud.com/blaseon
Nice. You seem like you would like STEEZYASFUCKs channel on that lo fi swag.
ok yo yo
im walking to school, holding a flower in my right hand
in music class, we're jammin, we got a nice school band!
lunch time is my favourite, unfortunately i dont even have one friend!
ey yo, i wanted to let go of that flower but i simply cant!
whoooo dem bars, haters gonna hate!
like g 331
do it at your own speed and feel the beat
Chilling with a bad hoe
Cause I got a cash flow
she don't shave nothing
so I'm beatin up that afro
strong dab gimme mine
toothpaste lemon lime
grab a pepper shake like a mic
sneeze another rhyme
I don't feed hoes
tell that dame eat another time
hoes act like an audition do another line
strawberry kush got me anxious bout supper time
follow IG@edoliohernandez
3:15
that's my watermark, you can use it to learn that Hipstrumentals stole this from me
scose ehehehe
Greed and power money powder hustle 'till your name gets louder long days, power plays, lack of solar sun rays. Anti-social feeling postal music isn't even coastal. World stage, rap game, no money no fame. Music video bounced a check now my life's a total wreck. Still devoted not promoted all alone now mental coma. Music mirror on the wall, how much farther can I fall? No reply, empty eyes, promises turn into lies. Run down, underground, is there any hope to find? Deals with satan, contract brazen, able to avoid temptation. Demons voices human choices, devil sits back and rejoices. Money, none, no more fun, living like a homeless nun. Praying daily no reply, wondering if gods can die. Not a penny to my name, no influence on the game. Ruined hopes and shattered dreams, gave up friendship for some schemes. Second guessing giving up, no more change inside my cup. Time to grind it out again, hint of hope in drunken grin. Album finished finally done, should I fail I have a gun. Either I'll become a legend or by bullet life be lessened. Album platinum lots of fans, lots of drugs and lots of bands. Lights are blinding camera flashing, walking quickly almost dashing. Paparazzi, new age nazi, fake reports and liars got me. Fame and fortune, skill extortion, killed off early like abortion. House arrest, random test, snorting lines off groupies chest. Music made us, who can blame us, risk it all just to be famous. All musicians dream the same, world starts to scream your name. woken up too abrupt, real world can't leave soon enough. Normal day on normal pay, rain rain just won't go away. Mabye someday I'll get fame, recognition in the game. Hustle harder, music martyr, friends and family up for barter.
Damn bruh im not on lie that was raw. Bruh dont sell urr soul i got the talent. God is always there bruh he hear you
+Maisaan Dell Delaney god isn't real
The Supreme Creator* he there homie I can tell you for sure
never never never never give up
Stylin off my flo
All of deez bitches seem crazy
Man, do I really wanna do this work?
Yeah, its better than bein lazy
My time is running out
'for all the shit hits the fan
I've been tryin on funeral suites
Man, they'll kill me if they can
I keep advancing through the world
Get up to the next level
So My Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Will always beat your Fruity Pebbles
Cinnamon Toast fucking Crunch
Has my same exact initials
It's cuz I'm the next boss
Might as well make it official
Chorus:
My word, my word.
It'll all come down to my word
All I got left on this Earth…
To try to fix the shit they stirred...
X2
Sit up through the night
Can't see why you want me on the ground
Guess it doesn't matter now
That you've tried to throw me down
I'm tryina perservere
I can't just fuckin give up
I guess I'm finding out
If the world gives a flying fuck
You can be on my team
Or you can be one of them haters
But I'd pick a fuckin side
cuz one ever likes a traitor…
Check out my new gaters
Got shoes made a swamp skin
Every time you see me roll out,
It's to make another win
I'd say I'll see you later
But you're not worth my time
They pay my people millions
To keep bugs like you in line
So fuck what you want
Fuck what they fuckin say
I'm just livin my life
Doin it my own way
Stfu pleasse
You just changed your tone two can play it this game society I’m no longer a fan now
Jumping out the carenban eyes like ah China man if you look me in my face my turn your face to sand I en got so famous I can't even take a shot I en got so famous I can't even candy drop swooping up them hands gone get you judo drop