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[Verse 1]
I'm an off beat nigga, annoying to kinda live by
mastered arts of no emotion, shit I gotta get by
attitude is polar, either calm or goin overboard
but then I'm over beats on the boards, written over borders
..catchin a hell of a writers block, got me backtrackin
so I'm rollin, out in the night alot, grey backpack and
snapchattin, snackin on that Sourdough Jack sandwich
on the tablet, beat snatchin, wastin bandwitdh, take advantage
been a savage...since before I hit my growth spurt
they say I got no chill, 'cause my netflix don't work
I ain't no witty nigga I just come off as a smartass
so I'm downplayed, while they givin Vine rappers a hall pass nigga
all you critics suck a dick, how you get the nerve
are twitter fingers, trigger fingers? either way I'm flippin birds
if life's up for grabs, I got this 5 finger discount
I grind, makin this count
[Hook]
Gettin high, gettin high...
Gettin by, gettin by...
Gettin high, gettin high
[Verse 2]
When life's a bitch, I dont put my foot down, I lay the hands
..Like im the dominate and you aint fix to change the plans
Im tryna get it set, my downfalls im tryna fight that
With all this time invested, then these 100's make it right back
And money isnt everything, but it damn sure comes close
Its caused a flock of groupies just to stand up in the front row
Its handed me the upmost reason to fill my head up tho
Let it flow, steppin to push, when it came to fresher blows
Got em askin "whoisflxtch" i guess I'll have to let em know
An ageless rastafarian lookin brother with reckless flows
My name has a such a ring to it, no one knows whats before that
Wasnt cut from same cloth from whos hangin, they had to draws back
..I hope the peace increases, cuz the iron make em fold
nigga standin on that grail, greatest story ever told
...Who said Im lame, and I aint cool enough?
...cuz for a lame nigga, Im cool as fuck
[Hook]
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[Verse 1] (Flxtch!)
I'm the person that just don't fit in (shut up) nah I'm lying
I'm the coolest nigga ever 'cause I'm focused on the grind
thought I'm out the ordinary but they got an open mind
my appearance at a 20, self esteem is at a 5
catch me talkin' all this jive like "the world don't accept me now"
knowin' damn well I'm gettin' numbers in my cell phone now
I'm a realist, niggas hate when I'm so honest now
and if they don't agree then that fucker is out the closet now
shouting ad hominems, that's unnecessary
using big words and shit, that's unnecessary
flippin' everybody else's hook, that's expected of me
takin' all the credit for the jip, now that is reckless of me
that ain't never stop me before, I do anything for the fame and shine
unpredictable and predictable easily at the damn time
"walkin' contradiction" that's at least what's said by niggas
well they kinda right, 'cause havin' them around is a contradiction
oh I went there, who cares? niggas ain't got no feelings
niggas don't know my struggle, they don't know what I gotta deal with
I don't need no self pity, I'm self centered as fuck, nigga
[Hook]
This is for the self appreciated (Blues x5)
(x2)
Head up high, self esteem is down low
I don't show my confidence, my self esteem is down low, oh
This is for the self appreciated...
[Verse 2] (ComPL3xX)
Ginseng all in my tea, I'm sad
ginseng all in my tee, I'm swagged
ginseng called on me, wash all the hurt off me
I don't feel sad no mo, I'm good homie
oh lorrrrd! I'm so jubilant
on (?) I'm a hooligan
sippin' on that juice again, said I was in a good mood, oh man
I'm lyin' in the booth again, I'm cryin' in the booth again
existential pop songs just creep out of my mind
and these sounds will survive til' 3005
and I ain't even write this, it just seeped out of my eyes
and I wonder why can't I cry money, instead of these lines
and I don't wanna rap, I just want what comes from the grind
Baby be my groupie, let me cry inside your coochie
teardrops on her legs, teardrops on the bed
and you can't tell that I ate, 'cause my face already wet
I cry during sex, not after, roleplay is the ex of my last girl
(shut up, shut up) I don't care about your past girl
just sit on these teardrops on my eyes and make a splash girl
just give me that ass girl, but you can't have my phone password
[Hook]
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[Verse 1]
Priorities is fucked up
because my mind is hashed so my sanity is fucked up
hooked on trees like I'm Bob Ross up in this bitch
reekin' Grimace Purp so my moms is awful sick of it
always talked a definite, when I run out I'm finna quit
but fuck I always find my ways back to Dutch's hittin' it
lately seein' visions and, I think I got some demons in me
causin' my depression muh'fuckas at a feedin' frenzy
...fam be seeing better traits in me I don't be seeing
so I'm out screamin' "I ain't shit!" like I'm spoken reasons
yet, if I can find my way up out this giant whirl spin
but findin' motivation is harder than findin' girlfriends
fuck if I know, I'm in my mid-20's lookin' like
I'm fresh up out of college, maturity level not as high
wakin' every mornin' really hopin' that I got it right
instead of staring at the mirror loathing 'cause I got no pride
[Hook]
I'm not so used to all this growin' up
I'm not so used to all this growin' up
time is movin' too fast
I'm kinda slow in my path, so I ain't used to all this growin' up
[Verse 2]
See the way I try to put shit in a reasonable act or somethin'
hide behind the lies as if I'm speakin' up some fact or somethin'
think that I just rap for nothin? this year that is the case
still fuckin' heated these days I'm missin' gigs for graveyard shift
...just because I'm still bus'n it
with tap cards, always payin' 25 a month and shit
but I been so complacent I just take the day and run with it
then crawl into my janky bed like nothin' much has come from it
I don't pay for food but I would it waste it on some grams tho
boxed inside my covers, windows open, curtains dragged low
lookin' like the crack house from "Don't Be A Menace"
while I'm zombie'n, my eyes bloodshot, red tinted
Still pissed, mood swings, sockin' holes up in these thin walls
shoddy ass memory of snakes that was involved
quickly sobered up mid-scene with a quick pause
I'm slackin' on priorities again, it's been tipped off
[Hook]
[Bridge]
but how can I remain an un-altered mind for all that's
transpired? nothin else to do its only fell flat
and I ain't payed rent in a minute my nigga
and I ain't payed rent in a minute my nigga
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I'm just a novice just spittin bollocks for profit
and gettin dollars for wallets to weight it down on my pockets
no apologies have the crowd come applaud for me
couldn't body me, obviously, anyone got a problem?
watch my floetry, any skill isn't close to me
no one close to approachin me, nor they over my whole squad
we're MSCNDC, and out displayin misconduct
these twitter fingers don't want us, we runnin without ya faux blogs
these bloggers on the fences actin complicated
brolic, then they run for the fuckin hills like they iron maiden
wonder if rappers done came up off of this madness
to look appealing to masses while stickin to your persona
you ain't feelin me muh'fucka, well tough shit
complain to Ms. Lewinsky my nigga 'cause I don't suck dick
get up off that [high] horse, you runnin lip on that dumb shit
rubbin me the wrong way isn't nothin you wanna/one wish
translation I be lampin on the tempo
the level i build is 10 fold, an alchemist with the pen tho
who would still deny from all the talent that they see in me
cohesively they drop my name the most like Im a Cena meme
...Cue the fuckin horns, cue the Fanfare, about to have the game up in my hands like a handheld
Niggas salty for a handout they want they hands held
Press me for press for your tape, I'm layin hands, hell
SLUMP GANG x4
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[Verse 1] (Flxtch!)
Tunnel vision, I'm emerging from the sheets, I'm laid out
Opened eyes to vinyl record tunes, scrapped the tapes out
Hennessy shots got me thinking of events that's played out
Intoxicated, seeing double now I'm seeing trouble
Dancing with the liquor, her name was Jaqueline
Last name Daniela, black outfit and she passing me
By like the Pharcyde last I've seen, 11 after
Body like the same coke bottle I was chasing after
til i closed the lids out, losing balance, breath blowing
Yawning from the Riff Raff, in my j's tip toe'n
didn't notice glasses refilling and now I'm diving in it
Drowning in them swimming pools, hol' up I'm feeling seasick
fast forward all I hear is nails up on a chalkboard
With reverb and an echo and its blaring out hardcore
With no willpower to sober up, tryna get to walking
..migraines because a lust after some liquor got me
Drinks up in my system, its the reason I woke up like this
[Verse 2] (pizza boy)
When I turn 21 I continue to not drink
they passed me the alcohol menu, did not peek
passed out sober, woke up to this live beat
like how did I get here? I only sip tears
every birthday I toss a glass back
cheers to being older, still not knowing where the cash at
I ain't got no money, put it on my tab tho
I'll pay it when the people stop thinking I'll be rapping, that's a bad joke
and all that Wayne listening when I was 14
that's started this dream, leads to the moolah promised
I need this tonic in the meantime, bar keep
top it off with this self pity, here's my card
need it on the rocks too, with that ice on the rim
and an umbrella straw, keep the lights going dim
(yo pizza slow down on that shit) It's lit!
Happy birthday to me...
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[Verse 1]
If I see em then they may have to duck fool
do a little favor and they got nerve to duck you
Coming at em humble and they focused to run you
See I'm meal for all these vultures actin like they add to my rewards
looking kinds of fishy, want for me to say whats mine is yours
Subliminal dissing, I don't know what you expected
think they just only pay visit, and capitalize, for granted I'm taken
Still pretending that I'm one you steady loyal to?
You fugazi, 100 proof. All bitch, surely true
for tryna to pull one over on me, I wouldn't pull a punch
And goons will slump em, if we brushing past, lemme paint a picture
thought they was boys I guess they'd target anybody close
Epitome of sus, its all exposed and clear and copy, posted
..never going far places on a quick scheme
..niggas got me fucked up for tryna gip me
that horseshit, you can miss me
[Hook]
Fucking with these leeches...
(It's hard to even chill with niggas)
acting like they needed...
(looking at me like a meal, these niggas)
Should of known along, I was trusting on the wrong
Now I'm trapped with all these leeches...
[Verse 2]
Bum niggas always playing like I'm sum'n soft
Hoes tryna suck my energy after they sucked me off
I don't owe you niggas nothing, look me in my eyes king
you couldn't milk me for less than my worth, let the cries scream
Its not my job to baby these children, they not my offspring
Know you despise me, stupid reason not to like me
Traits, they got it backwards these days with their "bi" purpose
only bitches switch emotions, but niggas go vice versa
They didn't fuck with dog until someone got eyes up on em
left em while I'm going strong, got motives, I blow em off
Tell these hoes to knock it off. You scheming with the lies drawn on em
Boasting while they blowing smog, so greater need to tone em off
This the type of things that I will speak ain't working...
Its left me weak uncertain, bitch I ain't no people person...
Pushing buttons, niggas got the game twisted tryna cheat code
And turn around and blame for why peer support doesn't seek those
We see the fraud in them, give no attention to these con artists
I give these scammers cold elbows i would Ron artists
I been patient I can only take so much venom
From snakes out here biting, poison's what I get from em
[Hook]
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[Intro]
Trade away, trade away...
Trade away, trade away...
Wishful thinkin strike me everyday...
hopin' I can get away
But you won't catch me wishin on a star...
because they never visit here
Same ol shit just happens everyday...
same rotation goes as I done stayed
Stuck inside this gap and years have passed...
what I'm doin waitin here?
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[Verse 1]
Thought I started coming to from a pot brownie coma
looking left and right, tryna hop on the moment
and I noticed, around this same time I wasn't lone
just thought of homie also blacking out, he wasn't sober
and this setting ain't familiar so I'm tracing my steps
couple of fiends wanted to meet up so we came to collect
but they had other some other plans, pulling way disrespect
I said that's $35, this base head was banging a tech
the homie got his ass, while he was aimed with a 45 on em
the other fiend tried to sneak him, I poked whole knives on em
socked him, then a butt to my head, clearly collapsed quick
3rd nigga hidden all in the cut on some rat shit
I'm fading, saw nathan but a flash like a call waiting
I think they got him, palpitating now I'm all awakened
can't find shit up in this desolate house
"yo sick, where you at?" I'm asking with a hell of a shout
[Verse 2]
couldn't see a lick of nothing 'cause this house is dim to all hell
I don't see nothing going well, the corners filled with small shells
and dry blood on walls, damn, all I thought was goddamn
these fuckers really off'd fam and sent him next to Nas man
now I'm a find em and be sure y'all got an ill will on y'all hands
I need answers, y'all druggies have taken it far, planned
to spark cans, only to rob xans, you barred out fam
if Sick wasn't slipping then them tweakers would of just got blammed
on the kitchen cabinet I see that same 45
still remember getting pistol whipped it straight comes to mind
so if that 3rd nigga around I'm a relay the outcome...
by any means necessary I'm a lay the malcom...
dead body in the next room, "sick I'm comin to get you"
turn it over, ain't him, shit now to figure my next move
the body was the nigga that I was declaring death to
...
with no one in the house, I evacuated the scene
tried to think back to why the hell homie deserted me
but then it hit me, that shot was his 45, the 2 fled
then sick was thrown in jail cuz the blast alerted the feds, ooh
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Life ain't got no meaning, if you don't mean it
Rock bottom I've seen it, money's got me steady fiending
[Verse 1]
Once dressed up , like I was homeless guy, barely even getting looked at
Rapped about getting work and I ain't, rarely seen them checkbooks, lacked
Any fortune, and I just notice why I ain't eating much, only cooked scraps
Ramen noodle stay boiling guy, broke as fuck wasn't good, that's 'cause
Days like these made me throw the towels, all that flowed was dry cash
Damn near woulda off'd myself, but I'm too broke to even try that
Cali life expensive rates, bitch I got expensive tastes
got my own habits I'm dealing with. My wallets not extensive
raised in a city, where we wasn't, given shit, and them law niggas, never will, give a shit...
Still we getting it, living that, lavish life, give no 4th, of a fuck, to these hackers iite...
Lazy hoes, with their eyes, on my visa, that would fuck a nigga for a slice of pizza
And a smoke out session and some validation, bitch yo way of thinking need some calibration
'Cause these fuck niggas, got the game twisted, up in the, way of my, cash flow...
Too many names, that I ain't mention, too many miles, travel fast tho...
Life game fucked up boy, what you think I rap for
I was flat broke, now I'm spending reckless, tryna make it fit in, like a game of Tetris
[Hook]
Life ain't got no meaning, if you don't mean it
Rock bottom I've seen it, money's got me steady fiending
Money's got me steady fiending
Rock bottom I've seen it, money's got me steady fiending
Dollar Dream, Dollar Dream, Dollar Dream
(X3)
Money's got me steady fiending
[Verse 2]
Since Im gettin it, I've been a target (target) I've known it since gunnin for stardom
niggas with problems, and tryin to start em, reachin, they be plottin, prayin, i ain't out the hood (out the hood)
Infiltrate the rich, and make myself richer, was poor as fuck, so I was, Robin hoods
..Baby, they think Im a star, its like I just, hit the lotto, think I got it good
I be spendin like it is a holiday, paper genie, my wishes, I grant today
I been makin duckets, since them college days, livin off of pussy, and financial aid
bad bitches at my bank homie, that was years ago, aint no fakin homie
And now everything earned, you aint takin from me, or them shottas, will use them, AK's and gun em
Ooooh they chasin for it, oooh they chasin for it
100's makin it rain on em, bitches Im hailstormin
Fresh to death pissed the devil off, cold day in hell, froze it
flexin away, who want it? Cuz flexin' my main motive
Money itself, aint the root of evil, its the greed up in them that, control the actions
there is no relaxin, bands over bands, every time I cash in, couldnt fit my stackings
everytime i pack em, in them travel bags...so much countin, I can buy numbers
Of my dolla dream, dolla dream, dolla dream, with my spendin habits, Im a buy a bundle
[Hook]
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[Verse 1] (Flxtch!)
Ayo listen up! This the part when I can say all
Mr. Optimistic with the words I'm goin straight off
Can't stand still, makin moves, ass stay hauled
In the game I'm hittin to score I'm Junior Seau
Curvin niggas blockin from Flxtcher climbin the great wall
Music has me blind from the obstacle, call it Ray Charles
Pay close attention to catch it when I just make bars
a nazi dictator with lines, I just got 8 off (Adolf)
(oh c'mon, nothin?)
you ain't connect that last line then you can forfeit
overheads an understatement, lyrics reach the orbit
simple niggas mopin, well, that's because they're simple doc
up the hill with bottles of Jack, movin so nimble doc
"I ain't feelin this nigga" you could be sniffin rock
Life's a gamble for days and I stay to hit the slots
you checkin if my time is up? you better check ya watch
control the world, no Dio when the seconds stop (Za Wardo!)
I used to always rap about a whole lotta random shit
but nowadays I rap a whole lotta random shit
Online I'm scopin out a whole lotta fatter chicks
get a quick nut and then I just smoke off a cancer stick
I'm a whole race of sick, sars and aids mixed in one
pussy? I ain't gettin none, but thats cool cuz I'm gettin funds
translation I'm celebate, I'm nothin to be fucked with
when I'm stuntin with no truckfit, I'm fresh you better trust kid
that's a nasty comparison, mind is awful stupid
so I sound nuts but thats because I got the balls to do it
caution, slappin disclaimers when I'm spittin fire
I don't entertain then you're a frickin liar...right?
[Verse 2] (ErionAudio)
I have repellent for fools who be failing
and that made be felon to put limbs in mailings
these females be bad, but they worthiness badder
so for now I'm puttin all my rings in saturn
its human gang, human gang, plotting on the newest days
not living by human ways but move you if you in the way
my niggas be like "West LA" but me I be like "gimme mine"
2 fingers twisted in the middle that's the world sign
speakin upon my name just gives you nothin but some exercise
and speakin up on my name just gives me nothin but some air time
comin up out the midst of where the therapist reside at
gift of gab so crazy that my therapist gave me my mind back
then I drove back to hell like "this is a stick up" so gimme my 9 back
I give, don't recline that, then I autograph sign that
my name is not "Erion" to you, you can call me "Matt"
that is simple form for Matthew that dude
in the temple of the (drug lord) slangin to the most high
run that water real quick, then have that brick get baptized
I ain't payin Uncle Sam, but I for sure will pay ties
they lookin at me like I'm superman but I don't save lives
look, in the sky, I see me
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[Verse 1]
Dark skinned, skinny one, bi-polar friendly one
Mean one, meet my, rap quota, pen is one
Weapon drawn, withheld, my arrest on death's shoulders
Fuck a cop, screaming fuck 12's like Jared Fogle
...now play dat for the children's sake
...since the fear has been instilled, its hate
Since the pride is noticed then these fuckers on the records swaying
Giving all their 2 cents so that's what counts for respiration?
..Tryna make it out the hood 'fore it consumes me up
...wanna distract from what i could be bruh
I see, 2 worlds, 2 words, do better
Get money, fuck hoes, fuck woes, and whoever
..They steady ask why the kid so hostile
Debts and rent and no crutch, life held hostage
Stay amped, pseudo-hood negro but militant
Baby faced hero, still arrogant, no cure
Stay sick, stay ill, mediCAL and Dayquil
Mark out who fake real, ink marks all day, quill
From the borderlines between fakes living and fakes killed
Between the lines of niggas who take fists or take steel
[Verse 2]
Mine for the taking I'm scratching to leave a legacy
racing to the finish line, running like every leg I see
crabs up in a barrel our brotherhood never stood for this
fighting ourselves, hell, a brother would leave the hood for this
Uplifting...see equal among people
...apparently transparent its all see through
Love my hometown, but some moments I hate it
..But it wouldn't take away the memories if I made it
In 2nd grade...whoever would thought I kick it with flows like these
it goes to see, before my time, I was meant for poetry
But, my only fate was the guidance to make a soundtrack
My own motion picture would win a Grammy a while back
If active in the golden era..how could the time differ?
..could i withhold the pressure..or crumble up in stigma?
Living out my lane to build my own dynasty
'Cause ain't no presidents to represent me (say word?)
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This mixtape was made out of nowhere. Have fun.
5/24 UPDATE: Now the tracks are remastered and changes have been added!