Fuck Radio - Azazicc
Hip Hop Rap song bonus track to "A Fool's Errand" EP.
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Lyrics:
Radio could’ve been great, but fuckers had to instate
Right breaking mandates, cocksuckers cuz it’s shit taste
Someone fighting back is laughable make ‘em spit take
Those rules are locked in cuz fuck we made that mistake
Internet was the clean slate, and freedom in my free state
Means we ain’t losing liberty up until our death dates
So try and push it further cunt we’ll smack your tits and bitch face
Then I’ll find where you lay just to spit and piss on your grave
I hope to never be heard on the radio
If that means irrelevancy I’d irrationally have to stay free, so
Try to calculate the ratio of fucks I’d give to daily dough
There’s a number for fellatio but this? You couldn’t pay me, no
You couldn’t tame me, no. You couldn’t chain me, no.
If I make it in this game it’s mainly to be made free, so
Namely with my speech I speak I’ll never have my knees weak, oh
If you try to force me there’s no cheek to cheek, I go cheek to toe
[Chorus]
It’s a shit day, I won’t delay to say
Fuck radio and these stupid government games
They’ll come up with many ways to lock you in place
And some think any day others will raise awake
But really what I’ve been seeing
Is that we’ve cut our own speech for some time, for no reason
We’ve grown trees in, an open field and,
Walled ourselves in this rotten garden, now it’s open season
Say nothing blasphemous, they’ll hear you acting up
You’re freedom of speech don’t apply here, that’s the last thing up
You thought there was separation? Don’t get me laughing, bud
You thought you could rap your mind? Nah, get to wrapping up
Most keep masking up instead of starting a racket up
They rather cash in than stand out and start packing up
It takes one person to crack down? Don’t get me cracking up
All them plan to cashout for a certain bracket stub
Cuz it’s all about money over morals
If it’s not you, someone’s next in line for their morsel
Do as you’re told and everyone will stay cordial
Stay in place, do your part, play your role
It’s not too uncomfortable and you get a payroll
Yup, but don’t forget about the daily toll
Cuz the money always siphons back to the main goal
Of keeping you quiet and keeping control
Can’t do this on the radio so thank god for the internet
But even on there the FBI step in and interject
They always dictate either outright or indirect
Use your free speech and they’re bound to infer threats
So I’m loud when I say what’s next
You clowns won’t stay unchecked
I stand ground and demand respect, on my sounds and my rights in text
So when you cross that line I hope you read the subtext
______________________________
[Chorus]
It’s a shit day, I won’t delay to say
Fuck radio and these stupid government games
They’ll come up with many ways to lock you in place
And some think any day others will raise awake
But really what I’ve been seeing
Is that we’ve cut our own speech for some time, for no reason
We’ve grown trees in, an open field and,
Walled ourselves in this rotten garden, now it’s open season
I’m not one for it, and I won’t take none more of it
No uncertainty, not unsure of it
It was one tea tax that broke the camel's back
And that was one wrong turn that begun a shore shift
You really wanna start a war? Well go and take a tour of it
Tell me when you come back, did you keep a score of it?
Really, you should tread lightly, cuz history says an uproar will hit
And unfortunately for you your not the force that wins
The verse is in, fuck the radio
But really fuck anyone that states speech is free to go
My rights, including hate speech is innately so
Ill say it how I want, stately and straightly so
You won’t play me for some prey to mow
I don’t take any way except my way to go
You should pray, or maybe get the CIA
Cuz we all know how you play a show
#music #rap #hip hop
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Lost In Music - Azazicc
Hip Hop Rap song bonus track to "A Fool's Errand" EP.
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Lyrics:
Those damn apostates, damned to lock gates
Preached then dealt with devils to part stakes
Leased out rebel, he’s never to part ways
Deceased after selling his vessel on start date
Marred fate, but the other is true too
Staying underground leads to underground view flu
Sure, keep to your morals, no background crew
No fame, art fate, unfound loose dude
Choose two, really should focus on one
Two sides to the brain the main men got none
The vain men got lung, the layman got none
Built from the bottom, broke from the tons
But I got the propensity, a lyrical sense in me
I’m bound to make it one day all my sums gain me density
I know the immensity, but I got the intensity
I’m deaf to the noise and blind to periphery
But I think sometimes that the corner of my eyes seems to be a little dry and I think I know why
But I think sometimes in the corner of my eyes someone stands wide-eyed then runs and hides
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Thoughts come through quick they get cut off
Got granular so the big picture got lost
Work on a line for more than a week
Worst part of the song, worst song in a streak
No I’m the best rapper, I’ve seen no defeat!
I’m on the charts like yeast, no cracker competes!
Beats fire I’m grease, like tires to streets
I burn these tracks, no trash I swear I’m concrete!
Get home sit down look at my screen
Make beats write raps break for machines
Mix master upload, wait to be seen
I love the process man, it’s the process for me
Get home exhausted pass out asleep
Be one, lost some, last of the sheep
Work drone, accosted, prices ain't cheap
It’s the process man, it’s the process for me
Listen to the same noise for months at a time
Still bangs bumps and pops though I ain’t put it aside
Still shocks when I drop no matter the lines
I’m the sweetest rapper here and I persist like brine
Listen to the same noise for months at a time
Still bangs bumps and pops though I ain’t put it aside
Still shocks when I drop no matter the lines
I’m the sweetest rapper here and I persist like brine
Work at your dream work at your dreams
Put it all on black, bud, roll and let’s see
Don’t come back to me don’t come back to me
I told you to try, but you dove in too deep
You know it’s your own fault you got too distracted
You could’ve been focused, it’s effort you’re lacking
Really, you should’ve focused on practice
Learned from the greats instead of going in backwards
I think you watched too many how-to videos
Now all you do is make copy-cat shitty flows
Really, you should’ve learned on your own
Paved your own path instead of walking in row
Describe me reality through a different lens
Prescribe me mentality through your own sense
Kill my mind over and over again
Unhelpful words at my own expense
Tried too long and listened to comments
Started for fun, hoped for some profits
Started with plans, no plans of stopping
Music was the passion, to music I lost it
#music #rap #hip hop
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Flow Gettum - Azazicc
I bump it up, I bump it down
But if you come at me I’ll run it down
Make laps and circles, run round and round
I ain’t a crony I own the crown
I know it now, I’ll show ya how
I heard the ones, who broke the ground
I heard the ones, now in broken ground
I got the flow so loud, I got the flow so loud
When I smack you taste it, pack the paste man
Bringing fact attacks, you act complacent
You’re fat and sad in your mama’s basement
You're fat brand clad - elastic waistband
I’m past your placement, steadfast the pace went
You’re far from me, you’re last adjacent
I amassed amazement, I cast displacement
Cable car to skis, contrast’s subjacent
Flow hard no dribble, scorecard I tripled
I make them wave, you make a ripple
Address me by Messi I met me a cripple
Your scrap: scripted scribbles, my raps rich with riddles
I laugh at your quibble, a calf on the griddle
I’m making roast beef, you serve half nibbled kibble
You’re sad full of piddle, pants sag in the middle
You lack but they sag, sad fact is you’re little
I’m braggadocios cuz the brackets show it
My beats go hard - Krakatoa
I bleed backyards full of brackish boas
I’m beat and barred but brass and stoic
I need no guards, no cleats, I toe it
I speed those yards, no team, I tow it
I clean the yard, I seed, I sew it
No deep regards, I grow mow and own it
_________________________________
Roundhouse kick to you bouncy house kids
You clowns pound ground cuz it’s sound that hits
I’m bound for rich, I’ll make mounds of it
Every round and pitch I run towns and finch
I unbound my wrists, I resound, resist
‘Til Hell I hound, ‘til ground I grit
I’ll tell you how I rebound, persist
I’ll tell you how and it sounds like this, I’m
Thinking, I’m inking it up
Linking, I’m syncing it up
Drinking, I’m sinking my cup,
Clinking, I’m bringing it up
Please stop and breathe, I lock them knees
For you they’re bent, for me they’re seized
I own the keys, no shoot the breeze
No god’s been sent, I stopped my sneeze
Pause apologies, pose opossum please
I praise Apollo, so you’re appalling me
I make great and golden - apiology
You can’t relate, no apicology
I’m not tolerant of toddlers see
When they holler, rant, and squall at me
Can’t even swallow their collard greens
But those squalor ants can gobble D
Like halt the haul that I haul for me
I caught the calls, and y'all called for me
I bought no brawls, I brawled for free
I wrought the walls that brought me free
Y’all fish for chics by emoji moping
But y’all stay alone, Macaulay Culkin
Seem so fake cuz y’all emote troping
That’s psychopathic hose and lotion
That’s a well known notion, that your life is going
Nowhere but a hole and a dead end doping
Or a drone in motion in the office coping
Stoked for cooler talk, downward sloping
It’s facts I’m chosen, I’ll be wholly open
I laugh at those who be holy hoping
Then trash on those who let their soles be open
Due to their devotion, cuz they holy hoeing
And I’m only growing and becoming better
I need no clovers I be not clever
But I see those posers, I believe no reverend
Their words bring Hell, let their speech be deadened
They still make attempts to sever separation
Between God and State with no deliberation
Their brains be baking and their canes be shaking
Reign’s ended man’s equal, there’s no discrimination
The nation’s craving a new Caucasian
That ain’t disgracing the game they’re playing
That ain’t embraced and overplayed on stations
Not cliché cases that bask in self ass splaying
Talking of positions in Kung Fu
There’s one that comes to I wish to undo
And I’m done with hoes that been run through
Though bums keep hoeing up slum flu
Much like the one two they come with untruths
No hit gun or lie can stun me subdued
Dull dudes, tied hands, thumbscrew
Point made, lined AUX, Ubuntu
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Mr. Inch - Azazicc ("You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch" Parody)
You’re a small one, Mr. Inch
It really is unreal
You’re as hung as a gerbil, even when you’re hard as steel, Mr. Inch
You got women laughing when they’re, taking a kneel—!
You’re a stout one, Mr. Inch
Your pole is limp and cold
You have E D on your list to fix with pills up your hole, Mr. Inch
You couldn’t touch the back of a, one and a half inch hole—!
You’re a tiny one, Mr. Inch
There are termites with more on file
You have all the cock development of a twelve hour infantile, Mr. Inch
Given a bet of length between the two of you
I’d bet on the twelve hour infantile—!
You’re a wide one, Mr. Inch
You have mini wini junk
Your girlfriend wears a strap that she packs into your trunk, Mr. Inch
The three words to best describe your penile length are as follows, and I quote:
“Shrimp, shrank, shrunk!”
You’re laugh fodder, Mr. Inch
You’re the top of runty rods
Your knob’s a sad excuse flawed with spotty herpes spots, Mr. Inch
Your sex life is an abhorrent amalgamate of dominatrixes with plans to provide you alone with nothing but a
Painful butt and anal gut prod—!
You exhaust me, Mr. inch
With an exhausting reek exhaust!
You’re some blotchy smelly livestock with a crotch next to dross, Mr. Inch
You’re a double decker Mac truck of lard and mass
Located in all but your cock—!
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ALERT ALERT ALERT - Azazicc (Music Video)
Lyrics:
Comin’ in like a bad man chillin’
Brothers know me as a Batman villain
On these raps I’m killin’, pure facts blood spillin’
If blood is ink, than I think I’m drillin’
The surgeon of words, in a herd of nerds
That think they rap but all that’s heard is slurs
Cuz I burn to urn and y’all burn to earn
Yo let me rethink - y’all yearn to burn
SHIT, that’s so factual, on the track so I’m unattackable
On the track so I’m implacable, on the track but I’m untrackable
You sick fags can kiss ass, keep building on up your shit shacks
Your chicks fat, YO MISS THAT, got welfare? that’s quick maths, uh
*ALERT ALERT*
High winds so please avert
*ALERT ALERT*
Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt
*ALERT ALERT*
Tides are high on the sea surf
*ALERT ALERT*
This is not a test, real alert
No guns no ammo, ain’t strung like Rambo
But son my damn flow, will break bone marrow
Hits like kablammo, split like an arrow,
Wit like a sparrow, spit tight so narrow
Bitch quite an heir to throne
She like my baritone, I like her pheromone
Pipe she’s there to blow, I’m ripe and there I go
On psychs so care I don’t, drink pints when fairs are thrown
No swipes ain’t pairing hoes
Mic, drop it, cuz I’m stocked with
The best bullshit pullin’ it outta pocket
These average joes can’t ever go slop it
I’m the prize of the field, but the frame I don’t crop it
Man, stop it, you ain’t hot shit
They makin’ a mess, so I gotta mop it
They know I’m the best, just check on the top list
They talk about pros, bro I am the topic
Have you heard of me? I guess so
Cuz of my hard beats and best flow
And there’s no rest in my blessed soul
So I’m tumbling in with the tornado
Your aims so-so
My games so pro
You plain (oh no)
And lame (oh bro)
I’ve changed (oh yo)
I’ve gained (mo flow)
Insane (fo sho)
But dame I go innnnn
Pour some juice and gin,
Why would I use my wrist, when I can loosen her lips
Take some sips then just go win, and I know this:
I got an openin’, so I’m blowin’ in
Flow so much you’d think I’d know to swim
Cuz it goes to chin, and I road it in
Go HUT go HUT cuz I’m shoulderin’, I’m shoulderin’
And I’m breaking backs,
Man so fast like I’m taking crack - Breaking Bad
Fall time forest cuz I’m raking racks
Making sacks, raising stacks
So much steak like I’m a Shake Shack - I got a stake in that
Cakes fat, bass 808 gonna quake that
Brain’s bad, and I got a ache bad
Back ache, from carrying the game across states
Like thunderstorms and shockwaves
My songs bang loud at top rates
Look at the charts and you’ll drop weights
Jaw and hearts in a locked state
I’m the worst storm and Pompeii
Take a look at the shores, uh, Tsunami
*ALERT ALERT*
High winds so please avert
*ALERT ALERT*
Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt
*ALERT ALERT*
Tides are high on the sea surf
*ALERT ALERT*
This is not a test, real alert
I’m that hurricane, murdering, son of God, earned my name
Hurdling, deterin’ lame, burst in flames, birthed in fame
Pull the plug and pour the drain, can’t stop me I’m sure to reign
Can’t stop me burning flames, can’t stop me turret aim
I'm filleting Ye, I’m filet mignon
I’m the best today, ‘til the day I’m done
Y’all breast partake, while I parlay my sum
You’re a fake entree, while I dry-aged for fun
Y’all sacrilegious, with the trash you’ve written,
There’s no rap remission, for the tracks you’ve shitted
My master mission is to spread rap religion
‘Til the bars I’m spittin’ become rap tradition
I’m a mathematician cuz I make math addition,
The way I’m stackin’ digits, I’m a track magician
Call it rap attrition cuz they lack ambition
And where they slack I’m fat with that track nutrition
Most rappers can’t write without a gram to slam and a whole lot of leaf
Must be religious they can’t stand I’m ham, and they don’t want the beef
I steal the game like a greedy thief, I’ll do it on my own and then seed the grief
I don’t need belief, I’m indeed the chief, I’m the second coming providing creed relief
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ALERT ALERT ALERT - Azazicc
Lyrics:
Comin’ in like a bad man chillin’
Brothers know me as a Batman villain
On these raps I’m killin’, pure facts blood spillin’
If blood is ink, than I think I’m drillin’
The surgeon of words, in a herd of nerds
That think they rap but all that’s heard is slurs
Cuz I burn to urn and y’all burn to earn
Yo let me rethink - y’all yearn to burn
SHIT, that’s so factual, on the track so I’m unattackable
On the track so I’m implacable, on the track but I’m untrackable
You sick fags can kiss ass, keep building on up your shit shacks
Your chicks fat, YO MISS THAT, got welfare? that’s quick maths, uh
*ALERT ALERT*
High winds so please avert
*ALERT ALERT*
Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt
*ALERT ALERT*
Tides are high on the sea surf
*ALERT ALERT*
This is not a test, real alert
No guns no ammo, ain’t strung like Rambo
But son my damn flow, will break bone marrow
Hits like kablammo, split like an arrow,
Wit like a sparrow, spit tight so narrow
Bitch quite an heir to throne
She like my baritone, I like her pheromone
Pipe she’s there to blow, I’m ripe and there I go
On psychs so care I don’t, drink pints when fairs are thrown
No swipes ain’t pairing hoes
Mic, drop it, cuz I’m stocked with
The best bullshit pullin’ it outta pocket
These average joes can’t ever go slop it
I’m the prize of the field, but the frame I don’t crop it
Man, stop it, you ain’t hot shit
They makin’ a mess, so I gotta mop it
They know I’m the best, just check on the top list
They talk about pros, bro I am the topic
Have you heard of me? I guess so
Cuz of my hard beats and best flow
And there’s no rest in my blessed soul
So I’m tumbling in with the tornado
Your aims so-so
My games so pro
You plain (oh no)
And lame (oh bro)
I’ve changed (oh yo)
I’ve gained (mo flow)
Insane (fo sho)
But dame I go innnnn
Pour some juice and gin,
Why would I use my wrist, when I can loosen her lips
Take some sips then just go win, and I know this:
I got an openin’, so I’m blowin’ in
Flow so much you’d think I’d know to swim
Cuz it goes to chin, and I road it in
Go HUT go HUT cuz I’m shoulderin’, I’m shoulderin’
And I’m breaking backs,
Man so fast like I’m taking crack - Breaking Bad
Fall time forest cuz I’m raking racks
Making sacks, raising stacks
So much steak like I’m a Shake Shack - I got a stake in that
Cakes fat, bass 808 gonna quake that
Brain’s bad, and I got a ache bad
Back ache, from carrying the game across states
Like thunderstorms and shockwaves
My songs bang loud at top rates
Look at the charts and you’ll drop weights
Jaw and hearts in a locked state
I’m the worst storm and Pompeii
Take a look at the shores, uh, Tsunami
*ALERT ALERT*
High winds so please avert
*ALERT ALERT*
Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt
*ALERT ALERT*
Tides are high on the sea surf
*ALERT ALERT*
This is not a test, real alert
I’m that hurricane, murdering, son of God, earned my name
Hurdling, deterin’ lame, burst in flames, birthed in fame
Pull the plug and pour the drain, can’t stop me I’m sure to reign
Can’t stop me burning flames, can’t stop me turret aim
I'm filleting Ye, I’m filet mignon
I’m the best today, ‘til the day I’m done
Y’all breast partake, while I parlay my sum
You’re a fake entree, while I dry-aged for fun
Y’all sacrilegious, with the trash you’ve written,
There’s no rap remission, for the tracks you’ve shitted
My master mission is to spread rap religion
‘Til the bars I’m spittin’ become rap tradition
I’m a mathematician cuz I make math addition,
The way I’m stackin’ digits, I’m a track magician
Call it rap attrition cuz they lack ambition
And where they slack I’m fat with that track nutrition
Most rappers can’t write without a gram to slam and a whole lot of leaf
Must be religious they can’t stand I’m ham, and they don’t want the beef
I steal the game like a greedy thief, I’ll do it on my own and then seed the grief
I don’t need belief, I’m indeed the chief, I’m the second coming providing creed relief
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Club Rub - Azazicc (prod. Sinato)
[CHORUS]
Fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Pull up sucking double D’s
Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me
Don’t wanna fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Strap on got that double D
And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me
Got racks and stacks of cash, up in division
I ain't wasting on women, sucking dick for a living,
‘Til I’m deader and dryer than some flowers in vision,
Of the sun for hours, that’s my only damn mission
Like Austin Powers - are ya horny yet baby?
I’ll make ya corneas angry, when I strip blinding light cuz I’m orally pasty
Transmit sick when I bite like a Corgi with rabies,
And I fornicate hasty, and shorty's surely got cakey
Yum yum yum yum, give me more of that
Can’t stop riding, I got horses in the back
Top destination, many tourists it attra tra- tra- tracts
Lots of storage I don't lack -lack, don’t got mortgage for this fat -fat, don’t lay dormant please attack -tack
Of course- of course the chorus back
Fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Pull up sucking double D’s
Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me
Don’t wanna fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Strap on got that double D
And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me
Talk lots and lots, but when I walk in the club,
Jewelry on, both your boy and girl giving me a hug
You’ll drop to your knees, start sobbing and plead,
Ain't no fucking with a gold bar sports car driving G jeez
You gotta be kidding with me, so fancy got the British sippin' 'n spittin' their tea, hittin’ the scene,
So rich tipping with keys, so cute knitting me jeans,
Living the dream, leaving your boy Krispy and Kremed, literally
Drippier than Macklemore except I don’t thrift shop it
Pop a cap in your gramps fist your nan for a wrist watch and wallet (uh)
Then I’ll call it
Then drop some top notch narcotics,
In the back hacky sack gin and tonic
Lots of cock options for my pocket
Don’t need scholarship for this knowledge -
Type of brain I gain don’t need no college
Fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Pull up sucking double D’s
Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me
Don’t wanna fuck with me..
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Strap on got that double D
And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me
Beating his meat, better be cleaning the sheets
Cuz I go mean to this beat, murder scene in these sheets
Walking out like damnnnnn - that’ll need a heat treat
Cuz yo man got rammmmmed - poor knees and weak feet
Got ‘em wobblin’ around, knoddin’ fall to the ground
Head bob to the sound, I said hop in the crowd
Got yall droppin’ it down, cuz I’m rockin’ the sound
Yall wanted the hound, the cock goblin in town (ayyyy)
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Club Rub - Azazicc (Music Video) Prod. Sinato
[CHORUS]
Fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Pull up sucking double D’s
Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me
Don’t wanna fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Strap on got that double D
And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me
Got racks and stacks of cash, up in division
I ain't wasting on women, sucking dick for a living,
‘Til I’m deader and dryer than some flowers in vision,
Of the sun for hours, that’s my only damn mission
Like Austin Powers - are ya horny yet baby?
I’ll make ya corneas angry, when I strip blinding light cuz I’m orally pasty
Transmit sick when I bite like a Corgi with rabies,
And I fornicate hasty, and shorty's surely got cakey
Yum yum yum yum, give me more of that
Can’t stop riding, I got horses in the back
Top destination, many tourists it attra tra- tra- tracts
Lots of storage I don't lack -lack, don’t got mortgage for this fat -fat, don’t lay dormant please attack -tack
Of course- of course the chorus back
Fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Pull up sucking double D’s
Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me
Don’t wanna fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Strap on got that double D
And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me
Talk lots and lots, but when I walk in the club,
Jewelry on, both your boy and girl giving me a hug
You’ll drop to your knees, start sobbing and plead,
Ain't no fucking with a gold bar sports car driving G jeez
You gotta be kidding with me, so fancy got the British sippin' 'n spittin' their tea, hittin’ the scene,
So rich tipping with keys, so cute knitting me jeans,
Living the dream, leaving your boy Krispy and Kremed, literally
Drippier than Macklemore except I don’t thrift shop it
Pop a cap in your gramps fist your nan for a wrist watch and wallet (uh)
Then I’ll call it
Then drop some top notch narcotics,
In the back hacky sack gin and tonic
Lots of cock options for my pocket
Don’t need scholarship for this knowledge -
Type of brain I gain don’t need no college
Fuck with me
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Pull up sucking double D’s
Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me
Don’t wanna fuck with me..
I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see
Strap on got that double D
And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me
Beating his meat, better be cleaning the sheets
Cuz I go mean to this beat, murder scene in these sheets
Walking out like damnnnnn - that’ll need a heat treat
Cuz yo man got rammmmmed - poor knees and weak feet
Got ‘em wobblin’ around, knoddin’ fall to the ground
Head bob to the sound, I said hop in the crowd
Got yall droppin’ it down, cuz I’m rockin’ the sound
Yall wanted the hound, the cock goblin in town (ayyyy)
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Another Cup - Azazicc (Prod. Sinato)
Pop another bottle, top model for all these citizens
Drinking full throttle, my moto Fireball cinnamon
Hope I win the lotto, el dorado five ball minimum
Macho with the gato, but I’m not no minuteman
Not no minuteman, hot flow innit fam?
Nacho pot roast, got shows, spittin’ ‘em
Fought foes with hot hoes so I’m cripplin’ a crippin’ man
Think that’s all? A lot more spinnin’ man.
Uh yea, yo your boy got a slight itch
Take a moment outside cuz yo boy gotta light it
Left my open drink I encourage you to spike it
I need the extra flavor to savor cuz I like it
Not a Little Tike bitch, not a little white bitch, psych bitch,
Star bright, car light, reich kid
Drop ‘em to the floor got ‘em sayin’ goodnight quick
Not about the Coors or a whore Bud Light fish
More about the hard shit, drinking ‘til my heart quits
Bringing whiskey, vodka shots shit lets start this
Though that bar mix hits like martial art kicks
I’m far from pulling up on that stop park stick
Drinking stuff that make you toddlers nod off quick
When it comes to chugging I’m a martian to the marxists
Artist with the bong hits, largest with the garnish
Wine to wash it down for the narco narcissist
White Claw Wolverine, open please both of these,
So the dopamine rush in like a cocoa bean
Broken knees broken knees do it for the Hennessy
Choke on 3 quick before I go smoke a G
Zaza’d up, like nah nah yup, hit it hard, hit it hard
Now it’s spa spa’d up,
Eyes wide shut and blinded by some polka dots
Keg stands got me wet like your mama's butt uh
Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea
Grab the ice bitch
Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea
Pour a pint yea
Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea
This some nice shit
Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea
Any price yea
Drinking ‘round the bonfire, calling out you con liars
When it comes to busting chops on shots I’m a Tom Steyer
Pro at putting down Crown bottles like your mom’s Bryers
Know how many six pack stacks man I’ve gone dryer
Gone flier, gone higher, on fire bomb buyer
Gone Myers when I hear cap man I’ve drawn pliers
Sweet like a rose but sharp like that thorn briar
Drinking ‘til I doze and start hear that mourn choir
Pop another bottle, top model for all these citizens
On another level, on several, I’ll start listin’ them
Prestige 3 C O D, shots not missin’ them
Mean breed, Tea gene, twisted then I’m sippin’ them
Commander chief, gander me, I got standards and they’re keen
Clam snare squeeze, tangerine, slammed them, tandem, damn with ease
Man the beast, hammers Gs, dropping bombs, randomly
Cock blocked cops driving home blow a point 0 3
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Bass Bumping - Azazicc (Prod. Sinato)
[Intro]
Damn, feeling a little dazed…
Club got my head spinning…
Still gonna go in regardless, drop fat rhymes on this beat cuz I’m heartless
Can’t dim the fire you’re the one that start this, watch this a top chart hit
Rolling up to the club in my Honda
Shits pretty busted but I’m drippy like lasagna
Walk in meet a German girl named Yolanda
Ten minutes later she be on my anaconda
Fuck, but I’m off of that
Took ten minutes to get her on my lap
But bust in one now I’m gone and scat
Freaky foreign females got me wack - ack
Ack ack heart attack
If you do too much the line goes flat
But that’s what we live for, pushing the limits
Blood alcohol content in the double digits
Make sure to smoke up, that’s gaseous fitness
Tweakers sleep on streets, so I’m just a fidget
Yea my brain spinning, but I stay winning
Do drugs like me that’s how you get women
Clearly, I got them kneeling
5” 3’ beast, I touch the ceiling
Fear me, I got them heeling
Stop and drop, got the hottest dealings
Really, I got ‘em, stealing
Toeing hoes, like I’m just reeling
Hear me, I got them squealing
Rhymes divine, damn so appealing
Slob knobs hogging hogs
Hawk for cocks, noggin clogged
Knock and cock them playing Rock‘em Sock‘em
Pack their ass then pack their coffins
After that leave them hardly walking
Tit for tat I go bat for these snacks
Tail so long call me Cat in the Hat
Rail so long trans-Siberian track
Caboose got them Indian, pile on back
I’m a damn elite, in with a plan
And my damn meat is up in your man
Next minute later I be smokin’ a gram
One for the weed and one for your nan
I am, the one who wins
I am, the son who sins
Like damn, that gun that spins
A revolver six, a revolver six
Shots that I take and I do ‘em quick
Choke ‘em down like your husbands dick
He's lovin’ it, I’m rubbin’ it
Come pretty soon he be shovin’ it
Like them fatty cakes the patty way
Been sackin’ ass since Pack N Play
Pullin’ baddy babes and fags for days
Yall rap acts crap I make actor pay
Cash so fat got my ass all drippy
Clothes got hoes tryna licky on my dicky
Rippy and sippy ‘til I be acting all trippy
But that itty bitty committee got me suckin’ the nippy
Suckin’ the nippy or shuckin’ the tippy
Either way if they hippy I’ll be cuckin’ you quickly
Cuz my mission in the kitchen is be guttin’ them chickies
Like the chicken I be lickin’ after I get ‘em all strippy, ay
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Walking Around - Azazicc (Prod. TheCloudLounger)
Cuz I’m walking around
Pocketing pounds
Walking around
Straight through your town
Walking around, popping off these rounds
Walking around, you hear that sound?
Walking around
I’m lockin’ it down
Coppin’ the crown
Walking around
My rhymes hurtin’
Though they be so perfect
And it’s curtains
Cuz we be real murkin’
Lurkin’ so you can be real certain
All you joke dudes got me in a mood
Ready to annihilate and violate you (ooh)
You talkin’ crime huh?
Well let’s get to talkin’
I got a nine bruh
That I’m quick to get cocking
I got a dime yuh
That I’m quick to get cocking
It’s ‘bout time uhh
That I come a knocking
Y’know who it is, yeah, or you better
I’m that man with the header
Man with the letter
Leave your bitch wetter
Leave Blood pricks redder
Drippy lips, know I fed her
Give you up? Lines severed
(heheh)
Set her, up with the daddy
Rad lad with the caddy
Never ‘nough she’s a baddie
Pulling chicks like I’m Shlatty
Wanting dick, she be bratty
That shit real fatty
Damn thick like patty
(Got the cakes)
I’m dropping addies with natties
Just a taddy on a satty-day
Rolling fatties ‘til I gradu-ate
Making faggies wanna mastur-bate
Make my lackeys go and actu-ate
I have to say
I can’t be bothered when I’m on my lager
Feeling martyr, great and hotter
Last hour eighth I’ve fathered
Pace it harder, ain't a starter
Drink like water, sink another,
Minx I got her, twinks are fodder
Magic with my dick call me cherry popper Harry Potter
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Laughing at these actors smacking their lips
And spit nothing but some tractor static
I’ve actually had it
Yo bitch a cracker addict
She lick my dick cuz I’m packing wack action
So keep practicing, you jacket bitch
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GANG AFFILIATED - Azazicc
Smack that ass rap that fast
Bring the cash, see my ass, you certainly won't last (OYAAA)
Sloppy seconds let me have it please
Learned my lesson and ate my peas (mmm!)
I dropped the soap and I’m bending my knees
This just in, I’ve taken the D! (MMM) - but it's a small pp
That shit ain't deep, like I can barely feel it in my anal cavity (yuh)
Play with yo mamas ass like playdough
Deal damage like a tornado
Real ramage to your gay bro, hey bro
But I slay doe, roll in the payroll
What I buy? Some syrup made of maple
And a month of cable, to watch some horses in a stable
Have intercourse on a table, then maybe buy a Porsche if I'm able
And I murder quick
Have you heard the word
I got a quarter dick
Like a quarter inch thick (skinny penis)
But like half a foot long
Damn what a dong (nice cock noise)
Getting PTSD like I'm the Viet Cong, in Vietnam
And me yo mom, smokin’ a bong
Later in the bathroom your dads whos smokin’ my dong, while I'm writing this song
I’m literally liquid with this viscous drip shit
And yo boy literally licking on this dick you dipshit
Damn your boy leaving you to dick sniff a misfit,
On god that’s some real ass Crip shit
Make clips of some nip twists
As this cutie man lands and sits on my fist quick
His lips drip with interest
Since I’m only fans banned put dick pics on Pinterest
Blast it grimy, so call it some Rick shit
Got the gayest of raps so I’m laying it flat
I’m the mane making laws son, I’m on the attack
Going Shane fucking Dawson I’m banging your cat
Ain't no way you can act when I’m clapping his ass
Got baby smooth skin like my name is The Shaq
Like Hades tooth grin I’m burning the track
Make ladies boobs thin that milk drip wack
Have rabies glue chin yo boy drained his sack
Got cops arresting me, so hot aggressive please
Told stop they pressing me, clothes dropped they dressing me
In all orange just so I can drop the soap
And engorgin’ themselves with this free peep show
Sippin’ dick in like I’m sippin’ Lipton
Politically perfect like Richard Nixon
My Little Pony watched while I’m shittin’
Brings another meaning for jars to put tips in
So please listen, yall a forest of deers
And I’m a hunter named Gunter with a gun for you queers
They adore us and cheer, pour us some beers, turn us their ears
My words heard around the world, a chorus career
Years, is what I’ve been waiting
Cryogenically frozen but now I’m awakened
Park the patience I’m taking the nation
By surprise, hide your eyes I’m the man in the making
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Cop Drop - Azazicc (Prod. Sinato)
Killing cops in the street (drop ‘em drop ‘em!)
Showing them some real heat (pop ‘em pop ‘em!)
Don’t reform we delete (stop ‘em stop ‘em!)
Coming in with the fleet (knock ‘em knock ‘em!)
x2
Murder, inserting our flanks up in the town,
Popping rounds, dropping clowns, standing all around now
Hear us howl
We’re the werewolves in the night, both bark and bite, shock setting in heart is tight
Wonder where ‘til it’s too late, outta sight
Better check the moon date, stark and white
Clock time getting too late, dark tonight
Choose your soon fate, flight or fight?
If it’s the latter I’m gladder, hear the pitter patter
Spin your bladder, drip and splatter, hit then scatter, leaving you ripped in tatters
Just some mad hatters bringing plan A and B both to shatter
Killing cops in the street (drop ‘em drop ‘em!)
Showing them some real heat (pop ‘em pop ‘em!)
Don’t reform we delete (stop ‘em stop ‘em!)
Coming in with the fleet (knock ‘em knock ‘em!)
X2
Arsenal full, not to be soon though
Cartel be hoping we left some those putos
Alive so they got a scapegoat to survive
Nah nope we connive to drive knives inside your eyes,
Flies in the skies, like sties of pig pies, hear cries as you and your guys lose your lives
Size, of your group do not matter
Still kill and drill, make a soup from your bladder
You losers stoop and I ladder
I ain't new to the chatter
Yall dopey dudes cope
Chicken coup full of actors
You crackers can’t compare, I ain't blacker but got air
So ‘til someone can step up yall keep taking to chairs
Killing cops in the street (drop ‘em drop ‘em!)
Showing them some real heat (pop ‘em pop ‘em!)
Don’t reform we delete (stop ‘em stop ‘em!)
Coming in with the fleet (knock ‘em knock ‘em!)
X2
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EP God Shit - Fake Shit
Lyrics:
Uh, wonder how fake can I make it
And still rake in the bank in
All of my friends I am flakin’
Only for some makeshift datin’ and fake friends
And then in five years I’m confused
How’d I end up in all this drugs and booze
Rainbow hair, tatted face, stupid shoes
Overdose cuz I got nothin’ to lose
But, back to reality
Low is my salary
High are my calories
Blank is my gallery
The real life loser
Who hopes to be rich
The real reddit user
Who acts like a bitch
Leave you bots to rot
I got the shot on dot
Even though you plot to fought
Y'all dropped on spot
One hit you, leave you knocked out and seizing
Juice world dance, the new Fortnite season
Silence to the crowd, cuz I'm the one that's speaking
All the trash rap, out here deleting
Turn y'alls mumbling into weeping
Fuck the fake ones, I’m out here reaping
Ok now, going full controversial
Like you see on full length commercials
Cutting off some goddamn heads - Hershel
It ain't business this shit is personal
A god and I ain't merciful
Simply irreversible
Filling up the hearse its full
Diagnosis is terminal
Cancer in your cervical
Setting in the curse to cull
Making you worse and dull
Evacuate disperse in full
So these wannabes are haunting me
Constantly coming in with nothing but a pot to pee
Honestly stop talking please turn this shit to rotten meat
Philosophy like Socrates hold on quick drop the beat
Watch and see watch and see
How I flip the game
How I RIP your name
How I spit insane
How I trip your brain
Bring in all the pain, power to sustain,
Not stopping like a train or 9/11 plane
Speak rap and I'm fluent now
Gotta backpack like a student wow
Fuck that I'm going truant now
Inhuman like a mutant now
Shooting til' my losing vow
Get what I'm doing now, doing now
Though the crap stays on top
I don't lack never stop
Got the knack and a lock
To rap against these ops
Take the flak grab a mop
Clean the plaque y'all just drop
Cuz I'm bout the only thing
Making rap still look hot
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EP God Shit - The Story
Lyrics:
I'm a work horse, steering the course forth,
The source, that everyone will endorse,
Rhymes so good you can feel it in your fucking pores
So bend over and drop your draws
Like four scores and a few years ago,
Your mom gave me sucky and she conceived a dope,
I had to say nope, to go elope, my girl was much hotter, and if I stayed, your father would end up at the end of a rope
Ok let's back it up a little bit
Gotta be actually accurate, factually immaculate
Not tacky like your girls racks, shit
Though she know I’m packin' it, got a knack for it
Back it in, lemme show what’s happenin', while you fappin' in
The closet bro, like you ready for a show, as I'm getting heady from your hoe
Like Chris Webby with this flow, send 'em beddy I'm too pro, and Fede gotta know, oh oh
I’m with the fuck dev clan, this man got no plan, to ban the teaming shams,
to stop the racist spams, but I'm going fucking ham, damn
So grab a family plan, for you mom dad, gramps and gram,
Tune in to the one man band, never bland, like a resealable can,
I’m always fresh, from the east to the west, to Bangladesh, lemme clean up them pests
Rap fast you’re gonna need to refresh,
final damn boss like I’m the wall of flesh,
And if you wanna see, pure MLG, subscribe to me on twitch dot tv, content never depletes,
Pull up another damn seat, in deeeep we getting all of the meat, like my name is Pete,
Or I'm Pokimane’s feet, moderators ready to beat, job lost over a singular tweet,
Viewers gotta backseat, calm down I’m gettin' my wheat, LIKE I’M GETTIN MY WHEAT,
Til' I fuckin complete, and defeat the enderdragon in a heartbeat,
I’m going fucking wild runnin' out of bodies to pile
So high must go on for miles, or at least for a while, smile
Laying down the tiles, keep it real like I'm on trial, got a problem then go fill out a file
And drop it over there, in the box marked ‘don’t care’,
Where I wont spare a moment, so just suck a pair, bare,
So you better fuckin' prepare, for this fully grown bear,
In the woods and ready to tear
I rely on myself, y'all rely on some prayers,
I got faith in me, y'all got faith in the air
I'm my own damn god, y'alls ain't nowhere
And for this 19 dollar card, remember like and share
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EP God Shit - Spooked Yet
Lyrics:
Ain't been lent shit
I mend quick
No I don't blend in
Making trends bitch
As I pen this
Cuz imma send this, off to the fuckin' moon
why buy it, pry it, from me like a sly bitch, try it, riot, leave you in a dry ditch
Deny it, lie bitch, Still you defiant
Cuz These pirates wont buy my tunes
So gimme doubloons
Like I'm a pirate with a stylus, though I'm a pig in a sty its, not gonna stop me from flyin', cut through samurai shit, spartan kick you to the bad guy pit
ill climb you trip, you try I spit, I rhyme you quit, small fry I'm fit, go cry commit, apply my dick,
Modding on twitch because I want to coom
Sweep y'all up with a broom, dude
Smoke y'all, making plumes, ohh
Y'all hate, it just fuels, woo
All I hear is poo poo, boo hoo
On top, I rule, cool
Y'all got no clue, fool
Bringing ya back to school
Here comes the train, choo choo
This situation is getting dire
If he keeps rappin’ he’ll start a fire
Defuse the bomb and cut the wire
Before step sis stuck in the dryer
We’re pulling teeth so get the pliers
Burnin' rubber so change the tires
Died before many times prior
But coming back to life like Michael Myers
I’m cold, so put up and fold
Less you got plans of getting rolled
As for your team you already sold
So stop being so goddamn bold
Cuz I'm getting sick of it
It’s chicken-shit
The way you keep spittin' it
Sounds like you ain't even written it
Who told you you sound good, your trippin' bitch
I gotta think for a moment hold up on rowing
Before I sink in this boat and leave my life to the ocean
So I’m downin' the potion, just to keep hoping
To keep with this motion, but throw slack I'm roping
So I keep my mind open, no brainwash ain't soaping
Though I’m broken, keep showing, that I’ll still be growing,
Throwin' and mowin' through y'all and keep flowin'
Keep ya heads up droppin' bombs below blowin'
Yea, I'm a mad gladiator, whos had it with the faggy haters,
Eat a bag of ass, undouched, toothless trash,
I’m loose, a ruthless saber tooth cat, ready to attack
Heading with a mac, leaving with lead fully strapped,
Bleeding you dead that’s a fact, feeding you meds Michael Jack
So listen, I'm faster then your shit, got the raps to pass like a huge mast to a ship, so please bite your lip, and skip, unless you wanna be ripped, oh RIP, I guess that was sick, now someone make it a clip, me ruining this bum like I be shoving in my dick, and I be chewing on this gum cuz your ass I already kicked
I'm fucking barbarian
Goin totalitarian
Y’all deadweight trash just a bunch of some carrion
That pack I’m carrying
Keep quiet librarian
Six feet under well be totally burying
Like mother Mary, I'll be givin' her dairy
In nine months by it'll be gettin' real scary
Cuz Jesus pop out, so I’m leaving hot now
Til' Joseph about to see where I dropped my berries
I give ‘er PROTEIN
If ya know what I mean,
Nuts in her mouth, yo go me!
I flow this beat
I’m known to be
A prodigy
On every street
Too damn elite
The finest meat
So take a seat
And watch and see
The new OG
Set on repeat
Don’t mess with the A Z
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