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at the party
02:22
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N/A
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verse 1
boutta go n cut the cheese with my team dont get left we’ll be shittin//go n cheddar bob you motherfuckers yall aint even pissin//fuck your style rap I dont need none of that givenchy//tendencies of puberty yall rap come then never be seen//fuck that shit 2632 the game//to rip your kin I aint taking a day//barry bonds these fuckers//lay they word play in the grey ashtray//smoking on them toking on them go and deepak chopra on em//yall joking blowing o’s and choking//steady stroking cause your work aint potent
hook
fuck you and fuck you//you basic hoe//you basic joe//im chasing mine im out this//dont doubt shit im bout it (x2)
verse 2
I dont fuck with yall too much always leaning on a crutch//yall go follow the crowd smoking the loud leaning doing such//acception comes first like you’re biting nails for your SAT//I dont fuck with the way yall live no yall aint testing me//no I aint giving no time for no basic bitch//I aint boutta go and flex like im already rich//gotta live like patrick if you wanna be a star//working below a rock I don’t know about yall//yall mindlessly tryna go get brain//necrosis cause you dont maintain//ashes somehow gonna remain//that you claim is under your main
hook (x2)
verse 3
been GMO’d since our birth passions lessened to a limit//conveyor belt of kids built to worry bout their image//sit type post tweet hours that are given forth//living like theres nothing that is worth really living for//no more passion in this shit//just wanna get high just wanna get rich//only really ever wanna fuck that bitch//all your respect gonna end up in a ditch/tryna find a party to go get fucked up//give a fuck about responsibility pour that shit up
hook (x2)
verse 4 (azhar kassam)
I fucked your bitch in my corolla//when I pulled out she had ebola//so lean but I aint talking bout that NOLA//top off like im drinking coca cola//she gonna bend that ass back call that shit my yoga//pulled up on you pussies with an uzi like im sosa//tell your girl im so sorry I just need some me time//cause I just hit that shit once that mean im cumming peace signs
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3. |
freestyle at the party
03:09
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verse 1
I aint never been a front//makes it easy for the back stabbers//when im with your girl all I do is back stab her//imma grab her take her out//yeah she smiling aint no doubt//she have a better time with me//yo come on let her free//I mean im like jordan belfort I just know how to spend it better//spendin time with spendin money and I barely dent the cheddar//cheddar cheddar cheese//all my hooks they so clean//but my verses they so dirty know you see what the fuck I mean//got a whip I ride it mean//got a bitch she look supreme//got a verse put em in a hearse//yo im rhyming like a fiend//18 but I been so on//green coming my way dawg//only green that yall be seeing//when yall mowing lawn//spitting crazy just a habit//spending money empty pockets really just to have it//twitter beef really shows whos faker//@human_of_being? jealous by nature
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4. |
average
04:42
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verse 1
I got parents tryna shoot down everything im gunning for//tell me chase a real job or you’ll be summing poor//but I don’t see a life fulfilled if you become a bore//fuck a decent living imma go be something more//their life is just a day to day routine//doctors lawyers garbagemen everything between//different pay but they do the same damn thing//from 9 to 5 yo that life aint me//I aint gonna be a machine gonna scheme//gonna get me get up on that big silver screen//never to be sardined//would rather be guillotined with benzene in my veins//then I’ll be left to burn//see average aint me//tryna chase action never cut the scene//wanna be living like a movie tryna go be seen//never staying comfortable what is you gonna give for free//always chasing goals tim howard aint shit to me
hook
Nobody gets too much heaven no more//It's much harder to come by//I'm waiting in line (x2)
verse 2
the american dream these days is just about the money//thought its about living it out really its kinda funny cause//all their life people cracking for materials//acting serial living like a leprechaun and cereal//but in the end their life is just an unfinished//painting of a bigger picture man it been diminished//now I know they say fuck hoes get cash//fuck em both more sand for my hour glass//I cant let an hour pass dont got time for power naps//tryna go sell out NRG then after signing autographs//chasing dreams to go n make this life extraordinary//thinking bigger till the blood stop running in my coronary//greatness takes patience I’ll give up my years//catch my down now but I’ll be heading past my peers//who gonna go n stop me when im too damn determined//spitting like there aint no hydrant and the building burning
hook (x2)
breakdown
working on the low so long that im dropping everybody//boutta pop off so we aint too sorry//yall aint got our vision we aint fuckin with you outsiders//nothing stop the work like kanye with his mouth wired//not a bitch not a squad not the apocalypse//planned supremacy aint nothing gonna stop this shit//couple bitches getting salty cause we’re thinking bigger//guessing failure makes a heart grow quite bitter//motherfuckers tryna go n stunt for twitter//tryna go n drain all of our work in the shitter//fuck that shit what yall been doing//we been grinding been pursuing//all of yall been stuck up on that high school shit//wanna fuck her get turnt thats it//seems like everybody waiting with a smirk//hoping praying imma go n quit this work
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Kanye West
“Ya'll might as well get the music ready 'cause this is gonna take a while. When I had my accident, I found out at that moment, nothing in life is promised except death. If you have the opportunity to play this game called life, you have to appreciate every moment. A lot of people don't appreciate their moment until it's passed. And then you got to tell those Al Bundy stories: 'You remember when I...' Right now, it's my time and my moment, thanks to the fans, thanks to the accident, thanks to God, thanks to Roc-A-Fella, Jay-Z, Dame Dash, G, my mother, Rhymefest, everyone that's helped me. And I plan to celebrate and scream and pop champagne every chance I get, 'cause I'm at the Grammy's baby! I know everybody asked me the question, they wanted to know, 'What, Kan, I know he's gonna wile out, I know he's gonna do something crazy.' Everybody wanted to know what I would do, if I didn't win... I guess we'll never know”
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6. |
gandhi ft. Azhar Kassam
03:58
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verse 1
on that 25/8 need a new clock//never seen me on MTV fuck if you hot//you either flop or you ending up like tupac//from the bottom straight to the top//and its obvious I be poppin just tryna sign to the rock//I put dwight howard hours in got the game on lock//visions of winning with women and whips is tinted//gripping grain in the phantom thats word to John Lennon//dreamin about the grammy that im planning to obtain//half these rappers on the charts got me going kurt cobain//like im on the Maury show im poppin any second//sonnin all you motherfuckers I be genghis on the present//life a bitch, I aint even hit it though//but im bound to like a fuckin yeezy video//got a unique vision know that just a few got me//I aint rappin im just preachin im the new Gandhi
hook
aye aye said im the new Gandhi//I aint rappin im just preachin im the new Gandhi//I pray a motherfucker come and try and stop me//I aint rappin im just preachin im the new gandhi
verse 2
Azhar Kassam
put these local rappers//back in a coffin im often as deadly//I go off in a medley of awesome and steady//thats word to my team thats a betty//me and moose cookin in crock pots that’s shot shots at anyone not hot//im ready to cop cop these luxury balmains got money like old wayne and teddy//touch down in cities and touch on your girl titties//its funny cause im coming up in both you aint ready//im sick of the rules I stick with a few//until they catch 6 deep in that tomb a sickening view//its a prelude to what I do what I do best//on my MVP shit like I was traded to the rockets//life a bitch I aint even hit it though//but im bound to like a fuckin yeezy video//my whole squad on it my whole squad got me (I swear I told Azhar to go with my lyric but he insisted his sounded better so FUCK IT)//I aint rappin im just preaching im that new Gandhi
hook
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hook
we got bitches//hey we got bitches//we got bitches on the track//motherfucker we got bitches//we got bitches//got damn im the fuckin man//like azhar kassam//we got bitches
Azhar Kassam
gimme the lean im a fiend//its no in between//I told em I told em I get it with ease//they gonna go jimmy when I pull the glock on they knees//they rest in peace im too legit//I gave her the liquor she puke on my dick//and then imma dip
musa
im sippin lean lean lean lean//she smoking that dream dream dream dream//bitch a lay up drill she done been through the whole team team team team//pray that she 18//breaking that green//what the fuck you mean//what about that codeine//what about that weed//know that I got it whatever you need
Azhar Kassam
why you mad bruh?//your girl a fan//probably bring akia out to bust it for the man//drop a couple bands//I treat mosto’s like its V-Live//latina bitch filled her pussy with tequila
musa
that shit so nasty bet I got jackies//yeah those dime pieces telekinesis//the way she attract me//its a fact G in my backseat//I got subs piff and your bitch//other bitch riding shotgun they gonna fuck kiss give each other a lick
hook
fun fact: the hook was completely coincidental because I was fucking around with the autotune while we were writing this song. thats why azhar randomly says “we got bitches on the track” and I went with it, and again why azhar cut off my vocal at the end of the hook. I was boutta go OFF! by the way...this is the dirtiest track on here. none of these reveal our true thought processes as we were just messing around and needed a track to show how we woo women. shit is funny tho lmaoooooo0o0o0o00o0o0o0o00o0o
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8. |
finesse ft. Azhar Kassam
04:40
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verse 1
minors around here they all tryna make it major//but I'm the government boutta take their paper//get signed to a major, bitches goin come later//not worried bout fufu shit bitch I'll aim for something greater//ain't no motherfucker round here work my shit bezerk gotta have my smirk cause I know//everybody gonna go n try n match my shit cause I lead like Captain Kirk you see//they just gonna go n smoke weed//rap a couple bars claiming how they boutta eat//then they go tweet beat sleep repeat//really they been starvin have em dug 6 feet//yall sleep like we certa sheep//I mean if we ain't the goat give it a wait and see//bet I'm gunning for, they physique//I be flexin bars givin em hard I'm tryna reap//yo I'm tryna beat//no not these thots man I'm tryna creep//on everybody aimin for that spot that shot checkin tire marks homie catch my speed//homie you be number 1 in your heart//number 2 to us all, at least you got that far//Imma go number 1 and 2 on the charts//take 3 4 5 just to validate these bars//and we give a fuck about status//shit is fugasé just go and stat us//money never lie my homie give it some time//taking a route of perfectionism working it with these rhymes
hook
I was in the lab flippin tracks all alone//took her from the house party to the studio//now it's me and your bitch me and your bitch//I gave her that ---- but cut it off quick//they wanting me now but now when I was down//I called it then dipped//it's back to the checks//it's back to the set//I just finesse//my god what a bless//I just finesse I just finesse
verse 2
bettin my expressions gonna bring numbers making us factors though//gotta keep it real with my set no reel for actors though//working the lab I be writing the pad while I'm looking so drab no relaxing though//dope shit spit and it's cracking though//your new shit is lackin though//motherfucker I ain't never seen a bigger bullshitter//when you're talking your shit all you do is fool twitter//making people think that you got hot shit//ain't slick shit your grip stiff on my dick//Imma rip this stick shift it past six//speed it down the highway of successfulness//ain't give two shits bout where you sit//with your bus pass trust that shit ain't swift//brought this shit straight out the kiln//yeah my shits on fire don't you doubt my skill//tryna make more cheese than a Hollywood film//till I OD fat as fuck but still//rather gain a couple than go steady making nil//cash talk more than your ABCs//countin 123 yall ain't running with me//yall ain't talkin like me nope nada no/like homer I be talking dough//hoping I'll avoid the crows//that be picking at me when my luck running low//what the fuck is luck though//call that preparation//with opportunity//giving dedication
hook
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9. |
been ONE
04:56
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verse 1
I've been one since day one couldn't eva hate one//we ain't boutta be a friendly neighbor like State Farm//from da Mid East, ain't no peace, gotta napalm//getcha hate on but da line gonna stay drawn//ready for the face off, like I'm nick cage//been schemin up, since 5th grade//now I gotta take a throne n shit upon you mothafuckas//game Pete rose makin hits upon you mothafuckas//in the stu, whippin a track round two//gotta keep it, pushin, know I ain't through//cause I, know, they, sleep, dreamin, bout it//but I gotta take a charge and real. life. shit//yeah, gotta real life shit
cause they head inflate when they feel like it//make em kneel right quick, my elite type shit//popocatepetl spit heat like this//I'm flowin till I'm glowing on my godly shit Imma got damn Boeing//too damn fly I got them bowing, they goin hit snooze ya too damn borin//I say, back in my track like I should//got dog ass bitches go bark for my wood//but I'm too busy tryna herd sheep//tryna be the goat, lead em off, no more sleep//no more countin sheep, when we comin tryna eat//schemin for the feast like we can't pay the lease//please, believe, that we all about the peace//but the famine gettin pinnacle we reachin for the piece//cookin up heat like betty Crocker//ain't no fairy tale but y'all actin like crocker//thinkin it's magic when spittin deez flows//but we the realest y'all keep with ya show
hook
I been one//I been one//what the fuck yall motherfuckers been on (x2)
there ain't none//there ain't none//there ain't one motherfucker that we can't outrun (x2)
verse 2
honestly I'm getting tired of all these high school parties high school thotties lippin Bacardi //taking one shot got damn she got? one to the head like a shotty//and, all deez, guys, only thinkin about a nut//why their mind gotta be too stuck in da cut they finna hitta self destruct//I'm gone gotta work gotta lay low key//wita pen and a pad we finna gonna see//who really boutta go n live it on top//name a motherfucker that I really can't rock//gotta hand, wita rock//gotta band, take a shot//really go Goliath on ALL you bitches//really go deprive on all y'all riches//boutta break the bank hope ALL y'all snitchin//and homie go quit wit da bitchin//greatness don't come in a night just listen//took a Michelangelo thirty hard years//to go n get a taste homie we ain't near//put this on my heart and soul//that im gonna go to work till the curtain call//lose myself by singing for the moment//when I'm gone homie we gonna own it//we gonna own it//take your pick like a Kodak moment//sounds brands movements art//companies coasts lavish cars//but take those things yeah take those hoes//all this work for a bigger better goal//leave a legacy for my name//everybody gonna know the Sheikhi's one day//im gonna go n get it till my blood runs cold//Finna go n pour it all my heart and soul//dedicate my life what the fuck is you doing//hating on me now but homie who really losing//finding my passion im finding my purpose//you just on Twitter just staying there lurking//staying there chirping wait for my yawp//word to the dead poets got this on lock//I got this on lock//people claim that I got these hoes on my cock//fuck that high school shit I'm done//im aiming for glory by being sumONE//been a couple years haven't dropped one track//but don't yall worry they ain't picking up the slack//sharpened my tools now I'm aiming for your neck//get with the movement pay some respect been ONE
hook
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verse 1
ey yo I write it all down tryna come up//leaving me abbreviated boutta see blood//aint no period I aint done//been called mufasa im the chosen one//the scars gonna rut//but im sowing up my words just to get a cut//fucks not given when im aiming for a dub//phone going dry but im boutta make it flood//do you really read these or am I typing at 1:54 am on august 17 2015 for no real purpose//gotta make a sacrifice tryna do it big//couped up in the house like your boy sick//romance had to go n drop it all quick//only me and my team coming like the bolsheviks//goes for jjoe wes//azhar edgar josh working to be the best//and all the persian motherfuckers all my brothers//shift team boutta put yall on like butter//for the bread imma make but I aint chasin//rather go try to be gandhi adjacent//lennon replacing//buddha retracing//boutta go n try to help the population//aiming for elation//giving donation//helping education//tryna go n help a many feel liberation//stopping corporations//ruling our nation//but until then I still gotta get my shit//tryna go n save the world but these 10s still aint on my dick//my wallet only place where im chasing something thick//but this for the bitches blew me off and broke my heart and shit
Azhar Kassam
*going off like birdman bang bang squad 300 shout out to ali im sorry he forgot you but he would probably talk about your love for money I have a small dick im gay as fuck I eat unhealthy amounts of ass*
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verse 1
I got bars so meticulous hoes so frivolous//aint feelin this gotta be insignificant//spittin different shit sickest shit shit equivalent//to the infamous stimulants destroy innocence//make the DEA say oh shit//rhyming potent they ask me what im smoking//and my rhyme important starting a bit of commotion//making em find they feels like franky ocean//I be spittin salvation chillin with the haitians//I said spittin salivation till im sponging with crustaceans//till im with the corporations that be ruling our nation//then go robin hood take they money give it for donation//writing heat on paper stuffin it in my pocket//burned a whole right through it no extinguisher could stop it//now im looking like that fucker from the polar express//colder than sub-zero putting nicholas to the test
hook
this how we do//do what we want//live how we live//and we putting yall on//this how we do//this how we do//we live life cause this how we do
verse 2
giving a bit of my sickest flow//like magic johnson blood listen though//boutta go international like ISIS//hit the floor motherfucker cant go and ice this//spitting fucking fire causing a global crisis//spitting la flame I aint playing with these motherfuckers//aiming to be lames aint in lanes with these motherfuckers//kind of ashamed to be in your proximity//getting too close you gonna see some teeth//and this a big fuck you to your motherfuckin style rap//got bars or not you motherfuckers cant go style that//better move back fuck your stacks//lips drip liquid gold//velveeta know im finna fuck around and go take their role//spitting like a mac yo im gonna need a miller//to reap my harvest yo this summer finna be killer//changing chapstick to some glue make em shut they mouth//watch me finesse yo I pray that you go and doubt
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musa Houston, Texas
18. HTX suburbs/ATX UT campus. Ignorant but always learning.
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