Nick Jonas – Remember I Told You (feat. Anne-Marie & Mike Posner)

More women than I should’ve in a century
Remember I told you, I need you?
Remember the spotlight was there
Hate’s just a fancy way saying that I care
All of the words that I’m saying
Remember I told you, I need you?
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
Remember the spotlight was there
You’re probably somewhere, with someone I don’t know
You too? You too?
Remember I told you, I need you
You got addicted to the seats on the bassline
Remember I told you, I need you?
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care" (saying I care)
Remember the spotlight was there
I don’t like the way you went ant told me, "Oh well"
I have the suspicion you’re not being yourself
And I know I’m talking shit, it ain’t fair
Do you? Do you?
And I hope that she gives you, all the things that you deserve
All of the words that I’m saying
Had to cut it off, and we know why
I don’t suppose you have a moment to spare me
All of the words that I’m saying
After all the shit we been through
I have the suspicion you’re not being yourself
I don’t like the way you went ant told me, "Oh well"
Too many girls for the way I rock the bassline
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care" (saying I care)
Do you? Do you?
That’s true, that’s true (listen)
That’s cool, and that’s cool
I love it, shoot the friend and an enemy
I play the Roxy, I ain’t ’bout to guest list you
Let’s see how you do with your back before fame lie
At the same time, and I can’t lie
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
Bitches on the side like a Kennedy
Remember the spotlight was there
I suck at talking to girls, here goes a try
I’ve been looking for lovin’, all the wrong places
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
All of the words that I’m saying
I’m in love with myself, cold inside
I don’t suppose you have a moment to spare me
Remember I told you, I need you?
Remember the spotlight was there
Too many shoes in your closet, go some miles
All of the words that I’m saying (words I’m saying)
Started to drain all my energy
That’s cool, and that’s cool
You’re probably somewhere, with someone I don’t know

Kendrick Lamar – ELEMENT.

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
We ain’t goin’ back to broke, family sellin’ dope
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?
Nah, take me out my element
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Niggas thought that K-Dot real life
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
I’m willin’ to die for this shit
They won’t take me out my element
It’s the one and only, the world’s greatest, the Kid Capri

Years in the makin’, and don’t y’all mistake it
100K spread ‘cross the floor, ‘cross the floor, yeah
[Intro: Kid Capri]
My daddy commissary made it to commas

I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Kid Capri]
You know this’ll never be a tie, just look at their laces
‘Cause most of y’all ain’t real
[Bridge]
I’ll take your fuckin’ life for this shit, nigga
Relocate, jump on the same G5

Nah, take me out my element
But it’s a difference between black artists and wack artists
Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Checkin’ for me heavy ’cause I go yeah, I go yeah
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures, hoe, that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious!"
Niggas thought they wasn’t gonna see me, huh?
That’s why you maney-ass rap niggas better know

Nah, take me out my element
[Verse 1]
Damned if I do, if I don’t (yuhhh)
I be hangin’ out at Tam’s, I be on Stockton
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
Goddamn us all if you won’t(yuhhh)
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy

[Verse 3]
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I’m willin’ to die for this shit, nigga
One through Five, that’s the only logic Mr.
New Kung Fu Kenny
D.O.T. my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this shit, ayy

They never been ready—yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
Goin’ digital and physical on all y’all, ayy
Most of y’all don’t fade, most of y’all been advised
[Chorus]
I been stomped out in front of my mama
Most of y’all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Damn, damn, damn, it’s a goddamn shame
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
Y’all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
Because it’s all in your eyes, most of y’all tell lies
I’m allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
Most of y’all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
[Verse 2]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that’s the only option
Just say his name and I promise that you’ll see Candyman
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit

I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
Here we go!
I don’t do it for the ‘Gram, I do it for Compton
I don’t give a, I don’t give a, I don’t give a fuck
I got ’em by a landslide, we talkin’ about races
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
So ain’t nobody prayin’ for me, I’m on your head, ayy
None of y’all fuckin’ with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
They won’t take me out my element
Most of y’all gon’ squeal
Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin’
You ain’t frontline, get out the goddamn way
[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

Roy Wood$ – Instinct (feat. Madeintyo)

I’m just following my instincts (Hey)
Yellow stones like I’m Simpson
Yeah, I’m just following my instincts (Hey)
Get your badass with me no left goin’ sixteen
She say she miss her Mother, yeah she from Philly
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside

Yeah, I’m just following my instincts (Ooh)
Following my…
Just following my instinct
[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
Tell me what you wanna do
You ain’t got sauce like I got sauce (No)
[Hook: Roy Woods]
Just know that I stay in-sync
Bitch I got juice, quench your thirst with Ciroc
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside
Wait until you got it then your loss
I’m just following my instinct

Rocks in your ear, you know I’m wavy (Skrt, skrt)
I’m just following my instinct
Just following my instinct
Brown skin’s all fine
Yea I’m in the Six, baby coming’ through
Just know that I stay in-sync
Talk to you girl cause you listen (Hey)
[Hook: Roy Woods]
I was for her when you were ready to give her up
Just know that I stay in-sync
Just following my instinct

You ain’t gotta call the Uber when you’re with me (Skrt)
[Verse 2: MadeInTYO]
Floppin’, never showing up, she did religiously
Hit me up when you get this
Bitches switch ways now her nigga got it in the trunk
Yea I’m ballin’ like a Piston (Ooh)
With my instinct
She bite her lips when Tokyo switch positions
Can’t be no Ma, who you knew from the block?
With my instinct
No boy, no man could handle my spot
Puerto Rican offline, Cuban shorty all fine
Just know that I stay in-sync
I was on it, makin’ missions just to pick her up
All the baddies on top don’t know what I got
Same bag in the trunk
I still love you when you’re bitchin’
Just following my instinct
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South
Following my…
Think you know Roy, but I’m changin’ a lot
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South
Tell me what you wanna do
I can’t trust a nigga or a trick that friends my enemy

Vince Staples – Love Can Be… (feat. Ray J, Damon Albarn & Kilo Kish) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Uchies never leave me lonely
[Bridge: Ray J]
I don’t speak lame What’s that you’re saying?
Love can be
Come alive when the night’s out
Love can be
Love can be
[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
[Intro: Damon Albarn]
Uchies moved me somewhere cozy
Love can be a lot, so maybe not
I can make time or I can make money
Never let a bitch Lil Bow Wow me
Alimony money for the nails and weave
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be

Chuckin’ up the deuce like the boy Chris Breeze
If you’re thinking of calling, kindly refrain
[Verse 1: Kilo Kish]
You know my name, I’m not your babe
Love can be
Girls love the lifestyle
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be disheartening, darling
No shotgun seat, this dick ain’t free
You can give me all the cash you got
Love can be, yeah
So prone to clubbing
Dodge the groupies, them don’t move me
Love can be
You know my name, I’m not your babe
Wannabes buzzing

Love can be
You talk a lot of shit, unamused
Call my phone, say she horny, want me
Never finna weekend raise my seed
Phone calls from loves lost
Love can be
Love can be, yeah
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Nail me to the cross like that boy JC
Love can be
Tell the world I want my Uchies
Tryna get back right
Riding down the shoreline, tank on E
Love can be
Just crashed a sports car
Love can be
Love can be so disheartening, darling
Baby mama drama on the TMZ
[Outro: Vince Staples & Damon Albarn]
But we don’t suwoop on the six-five street
I’m so over you
So much for fast life

Let me take those keys around the block
Ain’t putting on the ritz for no dude
Make some memories on daddy’s yacht

I can finish you, I can fill them shoes
Love can be
Love can be
I’ma keep countin’, count me out, shawty

Love can be
Love can be

Moses Sumney – Doomed

If my heart is idle
Of the stoic suffering
Am I doomed?
So I can see
With inverted tongue
So I can see
When I expel
Reveal the covering of a grey sky
Of half/high-painted ceilings
That stirs lukewarm in me
If lovelessness is godlessness
If I’m doomed
Will I die for living numb
Am I vital

But nobody else
Am I vital

Will you cast me to the wayside
From whence does fulfillment come
If my heart is idle
Hollow one
Am I vital
Cradle me
Am I doomed?
I feel you
If my heart is idle
Yet you say nothing
Cradle me
Though you’re someone I can’t see
If I’m doomed

Am I doomed?
Well, I feel the peeling
From this mortal shell

Freddie Gibbs – Andrea

shit Niggas looking for the, for the…..
[Intro]
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Big Time
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Yeah, rock solid nigga
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
I been tryna fuck her for a month, but she ain’t on shit
But will I die before I live, ‘fore I begin to fly?
I remember when Dukie lost his arm in fuckin’ armed robbery
Start to make a nigga feel like I be in the wrong bitch
Coke in front of me, nothin’, so I got my own shit
Yeah, nigga
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Stop it G, drop it G, so much weed, forgot to breathe
Dope and cocaína powder, off in to the wrong shit
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
They only fuckin’ a nigga that got the most dollars in his
Skip the introduction, I just hit her with the long dick
A man’s born with the only guarantee to live and die
[Outro]
When I seen his shit was danglin’, almost felt my heart stoppin’ G
Caught a charge, my baby mama, she was solid as a brick
[Interlude: Big Time Watts]
Breakfast, sip promethazine with Ocean Spray and Broccoli

And every time she see me, she’s sayin’ I don’t know why I
[Verse]
Punk motherfucker, who loves you, bitch ass nigga
Shit, momma always told me "go and get your own shit"
Demons never rest, I go to sleep, them bitches follow me
Toilet right next to my bed, I’m sleeping by my own shit!
Fuck with niggas like you ’cause at first, you would play the shy guy
Got my phone lit
Nigga wanna be me, he wish he could see the G in him
Momma always told me "nigga, go and get your own shit"
Can’t let these niggas stunt my growth from livin’ for my seed
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me

All the niggas I was feedin’, they ain’t give a nigga shit
Niggas always talkin’ ’bout their bitches ain’t shit
Squadary
I just bought a AR for my dog, he walked the dog for me
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
Not to let these bitches see me in it, fuck the ceilin’
Give me that pussy once and I always got it like the Wi-Fi, bitch
Solid as a motherfuckin’ rock, bitch
Big Time baby
I get in it then I jetted, it was a fly by, red bottoms, the thigh high
I just dropped a 50 pointer and got my phone lit
Some niggas take the trip I took, but they don’t get to leave
Catch these hoes and I act like I can’t keep these bitches off of me

Dope and cocaina powder, off in to the wrong shit
Nigga, I can’t deny when I’m not high, I miss that rush, that shit be callin’ me
That Bentley Benz or Beamer, shippin’ B’s, I don’t be in it
She work in the mornin’, get that pussy in the PM then
Tried to drop the 50 pointer and I get my phone lit
[Gimme a call back, bae bruh]
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Came out that bitch, I’m speakin’ Russian, German, Guapanese

I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Niggas foundation is shaky, ain’t shit to stand on
When you fall, who you gon’ land on?
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
[Chorus]
Big Time Watts motherfucker, fuck you

Young Lito – Unforgettable (Freestyle)

Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

She the type of girl a nigga wish he had
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Yeah, I found you
Oh yeah
[Chorus]
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
She can get whatever she want
I found you

I found you
Yeah, I found you
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Girl, I like being around you
And you are unforgettable

Girl, I like being around you
You are unforgettable
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
She can get that new Saint Laurent
And I’m so glad that I found you
She got all these niggas out here tryna wife that
Girl, I like being around you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
And a lil’ nigga tryna pipe that
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Hit the mall, she ain’t worried ’bout a price tag
Girl, I like being around you
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

[Intro]
I found you
[Verse]
And I’m so glad that I found you
High class, shawty so bad
Little shawty got her own and I like that
Yeah, I found you
Hella swag, she got all these bitches mad
She the type that if you get her, you can brag
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
[Bridge]
Girl, I like being around you
I could put that Rollie on her arm
[Chorus]
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Girl, I like being around you
[Chorus]
And I can get the bracelet with the charm

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God

You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween
[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
[Chorus]
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
[Chorus]
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)

Your networth say you got a million but your ass don’t
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Flexing like you got it, bitch I know your ass is broke
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)

Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe

Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
[Verse 1]
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak

Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
[Verse 2]
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)

Fabolous – Stacks Up (feat. PnB Rock)

Breeze be supreme
So all this girls ain’t doin’ what I say so
I just hit the mall
I just hit the mall
Chopped out, yeah
[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
I just blew another bag
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I got the map, I just came through
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
Stack it up like Legos
And it just keep on stackin’ up
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
Like a marry jeans
So if it ain’t bout no money, my niggas they don’t even ask
I’m on my way to some cash
I got the map, I just came through
Yeah, you know I’m on my way
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
Poppin’ xannies so I stay up
I just flex in a new Jag’
And made them niggas go crazy on some Joker shit
They keep on actin’ up, I just be crackin’ up

I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag’
And it just keep on stackin’ up
When I do say that’s the round talkin’
Like you pulled up in foreign to some local shit
I said shout my Harley Quinns, lookin’ like Kylie Jenns
Spend it all like play doughs
I just blew another bag
I got keys in my mattress, so fuck your sheep count
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
I just hit the mall
Like you went to sleep broke but you over rich
You know I don’t care
Gucci be so clean
I just flex in a new Jag’

And it just keep on stackin’ up
Haters they gon’ stare
I just flex in a new Jag’
I got the map, I just came through
I be too high for they down talkin’
And it just keep on stackin’ up
I just hit the mall
Big body, yeah
They keep on reachin’ and I just be stackin’ up

I got the map, I just came through
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
Listen, have you ever, ever seen a focus switch
And it just keep on stackin’ up
I do my numbers and let them keep count

I just flex in a new Jag’
And it just keep on stackin’ up

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I was chasin’ the bag
I ain’t on the top but I’m on my way though
I got the map, I just came through
I just blew another bag
I just flex in a new Jag’
We gon’ hit the club and light it up, halogens
I just hit the mall
[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
I just blew another bag
[Verse 2: Pnb Rock]
I just blew another bag
I’m a Louis fiend
[Chorus: Pnb Rock]

Key Glock – Winning (Glock Season Album)

I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
Hundreds, fifties, twenties
This ain’t no Gucci or a Fendi
You losing, we winning
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff
Choppa kick, mortal combat
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
This hundred round drum, Ima dump that
(These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff)
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
My young niggas crazy
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I grind it up from a corn sack

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
We shooting to kill
Hopped up in a foreign, I’m peeling I’m drifting
Like rubberbands, you can get popped
All of my niggas chase checks
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Yea my money long as giraffe neck
[Hook]
Until we pull up, then they face freezing up
You can get wet
You losing, we winning
And my pockets swole, they be pouring fat
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
I ain’t chasing these bitches
Choppa kick, mortal combat
You losing, we winning
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
Find a nigga like me, baby I ain’t too many
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Like Donald boy duck
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
You losing, we winning

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
Bad lil bitch run around like a hemi
Choppa kick, mortal combat
(I hit her then quit her, don’t give no fuck!)
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
All I know is get plenty
Homie get ya bitch, before I smash that
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
You losing, we winning
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
[Hook]
Choppa kick, mortal combat
They don’t give a fuck
All of my niggas tote that
(Steady rolling up sticky)
(Hopped up in a foreign, I’m peeling I’m drifting)
Got this forty on my waist
Balling so hard, my team is so clutch
But I’m still pourin mud and rolling up sticky
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
We got them choppas like Baghdad
You keep talking down
(I ain’t from no Milwaukee, bitch all Ima bout them bucks!)
I’m not from Milwaukee , I’m just bout the bucks
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Where is that cash, Gotta have that
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
I hit her then quit her, I don’t give a fuck!
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
[Verse 2]
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
Ima keep running up
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
You losing, we winning
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
I ain’t chasing these bitches
Choppa kick, mortal combat

You play with that, Guap
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
You smell that loud, That’s that skunk pack
Choppa kick, mortal combat

I ain’t chasing these bitches

Denzel Curry – Bloodshed (13 EP)

When I’m spitting this lyrical syphilis
I’m a dick and y’all niggas is feminist
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def
Being too nice is a giving a fuck cuz
Kneel before the almighty dread
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Characters, I will embarrass you
You don’t want a motherfucking problem
You don’t want beef, might as well play possum, dead
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Not a communist but I’m anonymous
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Not so famous but yet I am infamous
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Bitch I’m ultimate

Reiterate everything that I said
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Fuck that don’t take in the odd out of Odyssey
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def
Had to cut that bitch off
You don’t want beef, might as well play possum, dead
Biatch
When I flow, I drop bombs like a Soviet
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
You don’t want war in this game ain’t no challenger boy

Send em’ to the Ultimate is the wrong way
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
These internet niggas be thinking I’m soft
Bury them, like a smoothie my nigga I bury them
[Verse 2]
Rather get paper and stack it my boy
In this world I feel like a terrarium
Zero tolerance if niggas talking shit
Fuck the rap game imma speak at my eulogy
Don’t give a fuck about a car, whip, slip
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def
Send that bitch off with a fucking sawed off
Kneel before the almighty dread
Put the ill in the Iliad
You don’t want a motherfucking problem

Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
No jewelries, speaking tomfoolery
I don’t fuck with none of you niggas the long way
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Biatch
What are you lost, come down the one way
[Verse 1]
Now you talking, the end of the partnership
[Hook]
28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Giving you all of my hardship
28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
With no remorse, not accepting apologies
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
I’m a real ass nigga, y’all boys is anime
Denzel got a murdering policy
I’m intelligent but I get ignorant
With a bad bitch in a Challenger boy
Reiterate everything that I said
Out of my cranium, back in my stadium, starship
Bitch I’m ultimate
[Hook]
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate

Denzel Curry – Equalizer (feat. Ronny J) (13 EP)

I make them bands in the day, yuh
Ice bag on my nuts
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Feeling that I will return later on
Equalizer, synthesizer
Check my account and I double up
Sun is never radiant, coming undone
Watch the way that I flex, yuh
Most of these niggas is waste, yuh
[Intro]
[Verse 2: Ronny J]
I do not fuck with the population
I fucked that bitch right to sleep, yuh
No way escaping it though
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Watch what I’ve been on
Confrontation, reevaluation
N-I-G-G-A Attila The Hun
Fuck it, it’s Halo, I wouldn’t respawn
Straps looking like a lederhosen
So instantaneous, it is begun
I gotta battle my friends
I got the shit that could take out New York
I am the ugly, I am so ugly
Stop, doctor said he couldn’t hold on
She grab my wave, my [?], yuh
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Keep my bitches like my diamonds, in place, yuh
I do not fuck with the population
I hit a lick, it not real
Cut, motherfucker I am Logan
Check my account and I double up
With the face, only ya mother could love me
Contemplation killing competition
All of your diamonds is fake, yuh
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Mixed with Bishop Magic Juan
New burly king with the fade

I have got no time to waste

I hit a lick, I hit a lick
Suicide thoughts with the murder I wrote
I make them bands in the day, yuh
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
I make them bands in the day
Put that [?], yuh
You don’t want to see the revelation
Shawty want me cause I’m next, yuh
Phoniness, only resides on the tongue
Look, now her panties are wet, yuh
Stop-
Birch trees on my chest
Nothing is lovely, only get loneliness

I got the drugs in my vape, yuh
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
I got the fuckin’ magic wand
Equalizer, synthesizer
I fucked that bitch, she’s a fake, yuh
I make them bands in the day
Yeah, I’m pai-
I got the session in case, yuh
Ultimate
You don’t want to see the revelation
I got the shit that could take out New York
Death from anonymous, broken my promises
Yeah, I’m paid
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
Niggas straight [?] late, yuh
Confrontation, reevaluation
Straps looking like a lederhosen
Contemplation killing competition
I hit a lick, it not real

Denzel Curry – Heartless (13 EP)

Roll up the green like a herbivore
Y’all niggas with that barking shit
I do not talk shit, I rented a starship
[Intro]
And put it through the glass pipe
First time she saw me it’ll probably be her last time
Out of my starship, I slept with a goddess
Roll it up, smoke it up
Niggas be thinking they diamonds
I lay you down with the dinosaurs
When she call me back
Niggas be thinking they real niggas
I’m bout to roll up with my kinfolk
Boop boop boop boop boop
I’m throwin’ my brain out the window
This ain’t what you heard before
[Verse: Denzel Curry]

With all of the things that I seen
It’s looking just like what Bush wrote
I’m high as a hoverboard
This’ll probably be your last night
Bap Bap Blap Blap Blap Blap
You niggas don’t want a war
Bitch I am a megazord, industry you do not win awards

I don’t compute like a motherboard
Like Jordan you stay with the bullshit
I am so heartless, I’m feeling so heartless
None of you niggas prepared for war
Fuck around with me
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
Niggas be thinking they shining
Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop
Do you hear the 1 to 44, double 22
My gun got diarrhea when it
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
Out of the darkness, I feel like a goblin
Roll up the green like a herbivore
A whole bunch of kush and some indo
My nigga I’m outta my conscience
I eat like a carnivore
[Chorus]
My nigga I’m done with the nonsense
That woo woo woo woo woo
My niggas movin’ in silence
This ain’t what you heard before
Hold on let me slow it down, Harvey DJ’s crew
I’ma tell her it’s a bad time
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?

Denzel Curry – Zeltron 6 Billion (feat. Lil Ugly Mane) (13 EP)

Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
Hard to see, RIP my older brother Lotto Tree
Ugly Mane, bars played
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Dawg, I’m murdering everything inside my allegory
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
The coldest flow in a snow globe, my nigga I’m lost in frost
Short fuse, don’t cut it close
Like zero, the pain is down to hill, my brain is made of steel
[Intro]
That blood in my veins be running cold
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
Ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, yeah
Head up in the clouds when the dutch is lit
I never went to college, don’t even listen to Asher Roth
They be young and old
So then you meet me at the elm
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
I crash into your soldiers like bricks thrown by Shaquille O’Neal
Miami back to Richmond back to Cali
Have you so shook you wouldn’t even want to cross streets
They gon’ find your body in the alley
When I hit the scene it’s like a goddamn explosion
Got ’em twistin’ on them D’s watching

Kill off, you and your posse, if you cross me
Kill my insecurities because they tried to make me soft
Puffin’ it, I be acting foul for the fuck of it
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!

Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
Put your hands on me and your hands gettin’ broken
Ugly still the ugliest, Ugly still destructive
Like Del so you could know that I’m funky as ever
Come back from the dead I’ll smack you to purgatory
[Verse 2: Lil Ugly Mane]
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Its a lot of days I’m feeling like I’m drowning in the ocean
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
We got it locked like a prison
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
Piffing looking crispy I got origami money folds
Fuck the industry, I only worry about my artistry
[Chorus]
Welcome to the cellar, propelled into a realm
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
Find me out surrounded by some shooters
Lately its a lot of days I feel hopeless (fuck it)
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!

Speaking facts like 360 degrees drop it
Running the game I be unapposed
[Chorus]

Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I hit you with that lethal dose
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
Sometimes I’m a butterfly, most times I feel like a moth
Wisdom, you think you mobbin’ but you isn’t
You could be a statue and you still won’t be as hard as me
Ugly Mane, bars played
That shit I spit be so morose
Who else but Ugly Mane and Zel
Could rock it so funky as hell
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Pardon me, niggas be, Madison Square guardin’ me
You better watch your mouth playa
I’ma lay you down underneath the ground if you fuck with this

Royce Da 5’9″ – C Delores (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

They’ll make the iron speak too
This ’bout to be disturbing to watch
It’s time, it’s time to move something
I be out here telling the truth
The extendo’s on the AK 47 and it’s wrapped in the dresses of En-Vogue
[Outro: C. Delores Tucker]
I move in silence

Just as I was on my way to score a quarter key off Artmore
I’m gon’ relapse for a bottle or be in the absence of Godot
He think that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you skywalk
Delores Tucker] [Intro: C.
Threw a piece of your heart in a jar for the people
One of the last living rap forefathers who wouldn’t ask for a dollar
Streaming out your club when your single drop
Icicles is made of blood-boiling water alluring gore
It’s only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me
Break a platinum plaque over a rapper back
Uh, I broke my key off in the car door
Until it’s parts of a easel
To dissect at Juilliard
The Virgin Mary took a morning-after pill the morning before fornicating the Lord
While I spray your ass with four different fours
Me, I’m just about to stick my dick in the dirt
While they denying now, all these heathens be crying ’bout
My style lethal ferocious
My threshold for pain goes farther than a marine who’s been ordered to war
We’re beaten with billy clubs and we’re bitten with dogs unleashed by Bull Carters. We will not tolerate injustice and insults from our worst enemies then, and we sure ain’t gonna accept insults from our youth
Me, I left from the frying pan like the Devil’s last ingredient
Cause I’m tryna put yo’ ass in a body cast

They feed negativity, we eating vagina while
Huh, it seem like everybody out here right now wanna be ‘Pac
Y’all niggas lollygag — not me
Better each time I came through like I held back the previous
I’m the best at who we are, that’s fucking food for thought
He’ll do the R2D2 to your heart
[Verse 2]
You eating Church’s Chicken with suspicious fictitious sinners
While I’m flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee
Either that or a model, these Ether raps are the Bible
Relax for a throttle
I’m an angel at squalor
You gon’ have to retire me
Your favorite rapper ’bout to get cleaned up, served in a box
While I’m zoning, stirring the pot
If any of y’all MCM’s is any flyer than me there
Keeping it Zion, we turning the streets of Detroit to a D zoo
They gave birth to me 44 days later drinking a 40 at the coroner’s door
It is obscene, it is obscene, it is obscene
These niggas just here to provide dangerous detail
Walk up to him, smack his hookah across the moon
Like a single drop of blood off the beak of a vulture
I should sign my autograph with a polygraph
Tryna get rid of us

I’m ’bout to go so motherfucking Lamont Coleman
Go into the heart of the art form with a harpoon
Let the hail from the evil word flip hath fury
Eating while we feed people to lions
Look, I’m the real thing
So when you gon’ end up getting ate like four and four
On the back of a hellcat or capture a meteor
We started off as targets
They ain’t skilled enough to stand the field with us
We keeping it G, we keeping the iron out
And I’m getting better, tryna catch up and pass Em’
I enter into a different intuitiveness on instruments
Tryna stay in a genius, creative state of mind
In order to picture these digits, press will have to capture Loch Ness
While I shoot the shit as deep as foul goes though, so it’s four to four
Set my Timbo’s next to my dresser with the Nintendo, and yes

I’m getting cheddar, they tryna catch up to my past M’s
[Verse 1]
I’m here to combine all three Bar Exams for a fourth
Tryna stay sharper than straight sharks in a ‘gator pond
I’m a living legend, you a fidget spinner
I be blacking out, you could ask them
While hip-hop stay colorful fruity like RiFF RaFF jewelry
While driving a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for
Everything I wear be tailor-made to fit, Giraffe trim
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
[Interlude: C. Delores Tucker]
More layers than 44 sorting [?]
Grate her down, all for the greater good and the greater grind
King of the dark art, all is pale compared to me
Vocabulary lords sicker than Herbie’s recording thesaurus
Everything I spit be sick, gag phlegm
Tryna get to you ‘fore you could brace yourself
Like laundry detergent, pushing ’round these birds with a mop
I’m just a neck brace to the next crazy contestant who should step to me, neck pain
You just the next wave to catch a crazy catchphrase
You don’t wanna play with none of his make-believe truth
Nobody else been thinking like me thus far though
I open windows with hopes that the wind blows you ten mo’ blessings
The dude did eyeball, with me psycho and schizo
Now it’s like we not even trying to be good
Taking care of two, three dudes but these people be lying
We had the Congress mad at the whole genre
I guess we missed our window to try to prove something
It’s like we just sitting ducks in the eyes of evil
This evening I’m with the biggest spenders having the most prestigious dinner
These niggas listen to sign language, probably speak braille
I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
Go and toss that bitch into a dark lagoon
Eating all the bark with Gargamel off of the cherry tree
Subpar cerebrals
Therefore, this is more than just my dormitory
While Jesus wept I made boss music flunkies relate to
Tell paparazzi I’m charging sales tax to media
I just whiplash new beats
While I’m out here swerving the drop
We marched for our right to at Selma, I was there with Dr. For 400 years, profit came before principle. King. Music that glorifies and promotes violence with guns, knives, or drugs and that includes all this gangsta rap, that’s it. We march again and we’re gonna keep on marching
This is the safe place I come to look Benjamin in the face
If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and art is not obscene then I submit that nothing is obscene In 1992 the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was more important to ban speech that is dehumanizing to women than to protect free speech. We hear the wailing mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers, and children planning their own funeral with pink dresses and pink caskets. We see the rise in murder, in abuse, in battles, teen prostitution, and teen suicide. Now we see the direct and indirect effects.
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