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1. |
Want It All
03:32
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[Verse 1]
I been hustling, I been grinding
Lady gone, I'm fried so lately I've been driving
On autopilot set to kamikaze [yaaaaa]
An amalgam of Martin, Malcolm, scotch, and lots of Dali
Launching shots and volleys at any rotten Tommy
Dick or Harry who scary and plot to stop me
'Cause my noggin got me like when Keanu shot the lobby
If he were gone on some awesome bomb weed [doo doo doo doo]
Yeah, I'm that scrawny Jonny back from high school
You never knew I had nice flows [nope]
You called me that white dude, it's alright though
'Cause now you jealous and spiteful [yeah]
'Cause I got that light, bro, amateur lipo
Cutting the fat off my life goal [cut it]
'Till I'm conducting the suckers that plucking the strings to your life
I'm the maestro [rah]
[Chorus]
I want it all, so gimme the loot, I want it all now
I want it all, for put on for the crew, I want it all now
I want it all, I want it all now
So hand it over, this a stick up, gimme the figures and bow
[Verse 2]
I am back and, baby, half me black and angry [ugh]
Other half cracker, still acting crazy
Wavy, jazzy, jacked, and packed with packs of hazy
Lazy, active, a walking mismatch I may be [I may be]
Ain't got no label to pay me [cah-ching]
Been slaving daily just to play you the phrasing
Been patient waiting, but my patience is waining
No gain to the faithless who cave to the craving to stop [no]
I got no option to flop
My assault to the top is an opulent plot
That I jotted in splotches of red that I bled
That I drained from my heart for this art that I drop [ugh]
So pick up and portion the pot
'Till you lying twisted like contortionist crocks
When your cortex is shot, forage forceps and force in
Some MADic to forge through distortion and slop [rah]
[Chorus]
I want it all, so gimme the loot, I want it all now
I want it all, for put on for the crew, I want it all now
I want it all, I want it all now
So hand it over, this a stick up, gimme the figures and bow
[Verse 3]
Holy fuck, Batman [holy fuck]
MADic that man [ugh] with a crass plan [yeah]
To amass Stans and grams and Pabst cans
If you phony, homie, I don't dap hands [nuh-uh]
My new life a hermit, I been glued to my room
With a pint and purpose to be writing verses
Write in cypher cursive, I'm inciting urges
To strangle the game like a python serpent
I been pouring my heart and my soul
I been bleeding my strife in this bitch
I am convinced through my art I was shown
There is meaning to life in this bitch
So please don't carve out no bull
I been friending to fight in this bitch
I'm looking forward to starting my own kingdom
Being self righteous and rich [rah]
[Chorus]
I want it all, so gimme the loot, I want it all now
I want it all, for put on for the crew, I want it all now
I want it all, I want it all now
So hand it over, this a stick up, gimme the figures and bow
I want it all, so gimme the loot, I want it all now
I want it all, for put on for the crew, I want it all now
I want it all, I want it all now
So hand it over, this a stick up, gimme the figures and bow
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2. |
Schemin' (Feat. ZEPS)
04:11
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[Verse 1: MADic]
It's MADic, back in effect it's the black and irreverent
Crass class of cat with pack full of grass on a head trip
God flow, slapping you devils from the past to the present [pow]
You earning Ls, got you passing your masochist lessons
Listen, I got a hard but an accurate message
You taking herbal to the head but you lacking the essence
I give credit where that is due [true]
But no daps for you if you a average tool
So please pass on through, I got raps to spew
And massive brews of Pabst I'm a crack into
Till smashed and crude, slap fools for acting rude
Crashing the party, trump lacking crews [you're fired]
So many folks a joke, broke and irrelevant
But telling they got it, pockets hella swelling with presidents
Some clever shit [what] so I'm neglecting they negligence
MADic the name, you better put some respect on it [brrrrr]
I flex for it, in debt, the Loan Rager [turn up]
Old soul hitting bowls, I'm a stoned ager
Flow razors, slice chop and scold baseless
Lames praising overblown and cloned saviors
I'm easy oven, home baking, so the pass the indo
While I'm slashing into these cheesy rappers that crafting singles [lame]
Smashing laptops, throwing homies out drafty windows
This that shark week shit, skitter and splash with minnows [splash]
This a big pond, yes, ding dongs best swim on
I'm fried and baked but check my discog, I been raw
Mix Jigsaw with King Kong get dis mon, so hype
Ain't it nice, I been coming with your wife like an inlaw
So get gone, dog, I don't play gentile
I rain pencils that lay into a lame's temples
I stay mental, rearrange your brain tissue
Till my name central and I'm getting my Sway intro
[Chorus: MADic & ZEPS]
Ooh you can't stop the scheming
Fuck your dreams we delete 'em
Fuck your team we don't need 'em
Weed out weak emcees and relieve 'em
Ooh you can't stop the scheming
Fuck your dreams we delete 'em
Fuck your team we don't need 'em
Weed out weak emcees and relieve 'em
[Verse 2: MADic]
I'm back with stacks of raps I'm packing in my trapper keeper
Thicker than my chick 'cause MADic need her with a fatter keister
Sticking to the script's no path I travel when I'm crafting ether
I hit the trees and then I kill 'em like I'm backwoods people [we gon' get you, boy]
My rad amigos are equal evil and rabid diesel
Type to a grab a needle and stab they rhymes in your abs and leave you
Ask Justin, Joey, Lance, and Chris and them
We so in sync that we
[Verse 2: ZEPS] Even finish our sentences
Making entrances, hit 'em with the penmanship
People get defensive because I'm saying offensive shit
Peep the rhyming schemes, me and my hyper team we fight regimes
Flow clean, protein, rice and beans
Play it back, watch the replay, kill 'em all
Buy em all, planet Earth, BK, still I'm raw
[Tory Brown 13] 'cause my DJ's ill and more
[Rock the house] knock em out, T.J. Dillashaw
Wiser, who says a sensei can't spit
Connect the tri-state like I'm NJ Transit
Send signals to aliens then they transmit
Keep it funky like last Wednesday's sandwich
[I can spit raw bars] on a Merengue canvas
You get dropped [blocked] like Dikembe's hand quick
[Stop] calling rhymes a freestyle when they planned it
Hipster Brooklynites on that Bembe dance tip
Four hundred fifty four flows, I'ma flex all
Hella business meetings, now I'm on my next call
Battle me then you're gonna need a stress ball
Flavor all over the place like a mess hall
Yes, yes, y'all, ripping the mic
In the streets like Halal carts, chicken and rice
Freestyle without flipping a bike, spitting it nice
Kicking it tight, the kid is precise, you slipping on ice
[Chorus: MADic & ZEPS]
Ooh you can't stop the scheming
Fuck your dreams we delete 'em
Fuck your team we don't need 'em
Weed out weak emcees and relieve 'em
Ooh you can't stop the scheming
Fuck your dreams we delete 'em
Fuck your team we don't need 'em
Weed out weak emcees and relieve 'em
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3. |
Gotham City
04:17
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[Verse 1]
Listen, while you were busy hitting them malls
I was pushing pencils to pads and pumping ink through my skull
You were tripping off women while I was scribbling songs
And ripping sets, getting respect, and gripping my balls
You float in the ocean and I'm a fish in the pond
That mean my competition spitting is officially small
That's upper echelon shit, yeah, I'm cocky, you copy?
This my middle finger, linger - you'll meet the rest of my fist
I step in this bitch stocked with forties on deck
Copping shots of foreign vodka, pouring more to the neck
Gotta quarter of cess but only roll with the best
'Cause the world is weighing me down, I can't afford all the stress
I'm really living what I'm writing, it's therapeutic
But to get it gotta be Barracuda and I'm scared to do it
What if I fail? I spent a pretty penny already just getting here
Now I'm tugging my hair
Yeah, I'm pulling it out, so the words that I shout
I'm spurting them out with clouds of herb in my mouth
But my anxiety been getting the best of me
So the liquor the recipe when I'm working a crowd
Searching for nouns, trying to get in writing
Writers block tighten its grip on the vice
When I'm picking up my pens
When I was in the thick of shit, it was officially frighting
But damn, man, it elevated my craft
I'm back, way better raps than I made in the past
I thrash, give better tracks when I'm angry and mad
Now I slave till I crack, until I'm raising my flag
And staying clear of the foes, fuck boys - better cut 'em off
You ain't with the cause? Abscond or get the Thunder Force
You ass backwards degenerate rappers
I'm controlling my shit, these cattle they lack masters
[Chorus]
Lord, forgive me for all I lost living
In the mausoleum of gritty Gotham City
Where your dreams come to rise or die
And get buried under glare of the diamond's shine
I said lord, forgive me for all I lost living
In the mausoleum of gritty Gotham City
Free my dreams, go to rise to fly
'Fore they buried under glare of the diamond's shine
[Verse 2]
Life's short, we live and we die
Some aim for money and fame, that's they mission, but I
Came hungry, the game gon' submit and comply
Ain't quiting till home the throne and I'm sitting up high
Sticking rappers in the skillet to fry
Kill 'em, keep a pen on my side for when they skeletons rise
Claiming spitter but mics arrive and they dip and they dive
Fly away to hide on islands can't even Gilligan find
They silly, they spine been missing since beginning time
They idiot pride ridiculous, it killing my vibe
That's real, what the deal, been busy spinning my wheels
So where the fortune, the fame, the most expensivist meals
Folks they live your ears tryna persuade you
But I ain't falling for lame dudes in suede shoes
Fuck a whip if mean getting whipped
I'd rather pay dues than play games faced with slave rules
Shit twisted so I'm twisted
The spliff a gift when it enter my system
Both ass cheeks, you can kiss em if you thinking I'm tripping
I'm tripping, Lucy got me loose in the solar system
My sole ambition is colder spitting till gums froze and splitting
Like molars missing licking snow cones on polar missions
I'm rolling with whole divisions of soldier henchmen that known for tripping
The minute they nose exposed to the Folgers dripping
So get to colon kissing
Hit a bong, then spit a song, then wait patiently to get shitted on
It's been a long hard journey to dope skills
So hold still, your grill perfect to get my spittle on
I feel no need to get along
So skittle on 'fore your pants drenched with piddle ponds
Go back to bridges and killing kids if the riddle wrong
Loner with friends and a little song, so sing along
[Chorus]
Lord, forgive me for all I lost living
In the mausoleum of gritty Gotham City
Where your dreams come to rise or die
And get buried under glare of the diamond's shine
I said lord, forgive me for all I lost living
In the mausoleum of gritty Gotham City
Free my dreams, go to rise to fly
'Fore they buried under glare of the diamond's shine
Lord, forgive me for all I lost living
In the mausoleum of gritty Gotham City
Where your dreams come to rise or die
And get buried under glare of the diamond's shine
I said lord, forgive me for all I lost living
In the mausoleum of gritty Gotham City
Free my dreams, go to rise to fly
'Fore they buried under glare of the diamond's shine
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[Intro: MADic]
Oh fuck...
Excuse me, sir, are you are right? Are you okay, sir?
This is no kind of behavior for a library!
Do you need help? Do you know where you are, sir?
Get out of this library right now!
Sir? Hello, sir? Hello?
[Verse 1: MADic]
Oh crap, it happened again
Got a can of the Pabst and a flagon of gin
Your halfway to blacked out staggering friend
Fast walking and smack talking, I'm back on a binge
Oh shit, I'm second guessing ingesting
That zesty second medical edible 'cause it testing my sense of perception [woah]
Stressing cause my breakfast heading the wrong direction in my intestines
Eggs now pressing for exit [uggh]
But it's too late, I'm too turnt with two dates
I move great, I'm fly, fuck a wing man and crew mates [holla holla]
Nah, they all ditched six hours ago
But the after party popping at McDonald's fa sho [yo, who want a Big Mac?]
Tryna convince a couple hotties I seen
That with my lottery schemes soon I'll have Donald T dough [I got this money, girl]
They dug it, I said fuck it, took they nuggets and ran [see ya]
Then threw up on my pants like you done it again, my man
[Hook: MADic]
Yo, I think I might be drunk
Oh crap
Throwing up all this liquor in your trunk
Oh crap
Not a wise thinker what I thunk
Oh crap
Yo, you got any more liquor I can chug?
Oh crap
[Verse 2: Craves]
Oh shit, I'm on the top of a bus
That's a real bad place for a guy to wake up [looking bad]
Rolled off the top got a compound fracture
But I'm off a fifth of Pepe so I hit em with the laughter [hah]
Strolled down the street and then I got busy [yes]
King of a very small city [four thousand people]
Looking super pretty but my underpants are shitty
Got naked at the bar and I started singing Missy [shipenye]
All I had was a buck fifty [change]
And the whole floor started moving getting hella shifty [move]
Hit the dance floor and did the Macarena
'Cause I got no time for the drama and complainers [no]
Cutting rugs and my moves are sick [yes]
Oh man, I think I gotta shit [shit]
Went into the alleyway so I can take a crap [crap]
This pile of trash, good place for a nap [snooze]
[Hook: MADic]
Yo, I think I might be drunk
Oh crap
Throwing up all this liquor in your trunk
Oh crap
Not a wise thinker what I thunk
Oh crap
Yo, you got any more liquor I can chug?
Oh crap
[Verse 3: MADic]
It's about a quarter to six
Doing the shuffle, holding in about a quart of the piss
I gotta hustle [fuck, fuck, fuck], hit the alleyway behind a dumpster
Look to the left, it's another motherfucker [the fuck is that?]
[Verse 3: Craves]
Waking up from a typical trash nap
Some guy's over there pissing while he raps
He looks like ten shades of shit
And if he pisses on my bed then he’s gonna get hit [dude]
[Verse 3: MADic]
Dude's bugging and it’s fucking up my stream
He’s lying in puddle of Nutter Butters and pee [gross]
Duck sauce and weaves, I think he might of OD'd
Oh well, what the hell, we make a hell of a team [yeah]
[Verse 3: Craves]
Me and this guy we 'bout to make a covenant
Exchange the mixtape, rap game we running it
Cut open my palm and he cut his too
Blood brothers for life, now he's got AIDS too
[Outro: MADic]
Wait, wait, what?
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5. |
Old Ways
03:42
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[Verse 1]
Since I was walking upright
My heart full of light, it always had a spark for the strike
I often was tight, overthinking all my life
I even tried to fight John Pickard cause he like
Juked me in soccer, so I socked him
I lost quick but I got a couple shots in
Always going off on my top friends
So they'd just step aside till I stop it
I never know how to handle emotion
Mad then explosion, scramble to land any blows in
I'd lash out, thrash, put my hands into motion
Temper tantrums, open a can of commotion
Yeah, I've cooled off now
But damn, you and crew got my mood all sour
You got my heated, believe it, you keep on feeding my fiending
Seem you wanna see me screaming, hold up, I need to breath in
[Chorus]
You wanna see me go back to my old ways?
Stone face then I snap like the old days?
What you wanna catch a fade so you throw shade?
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
I ain't trying be a grown man in a cold cage
Or toe tagged, throw my soul in a cold vase
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
[Verse 2]
Thank God for my Mom and Pops
'Cause Minneap as a kid, it was dark and hot
Kept us in a spot where problems stopped
Wonder where I'd be now if I was on the block
Hmm... prolly gone and shot
Going off on a hotshot who armed and not
Giving a fuck, triggers'll pump, my figure'll slump
All cause my temper got started, watch
I apologize to Nate from back in the day
Stuck a fork in the torso, stabbed him when mad and enraged
It's funny but we both stayed friends
'Cause he knew I was tripping and I felt bad for what I had did
But now I'm sitting here now
Thinking out loud, shit, I'm tryna figure out
I'm thinking I'll bounce before you hit the switch and I pounce
And I flip and get niggerish, let the ignorant out
[Chorus]
You wanna see me go back to my old ways?
Stone face then I snap like the old days?
What you wanna catch a fade so you throw shade?
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
I ain't trying be a grown man in a cold cage
Or toe tagged, throw my soul in a cold vase
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
[Verse 3]
Ready the scene for Twenty Sixteen
I got whole separate method of letting off steam
Instead of me sweating shit and wresting beings
I feed aggression to records, wrecking it, wresting beats
Started penciling sheets back in middle school, that shit was cool
A better tool for getting through my bitter moods
Little dude up in his room, with pen I drew
Any inner stew that sitting pretty within me brood
And I don't think it's a coincidence
When I started writing music that my temper switched
Picked up an instrument, think I was meant for this
Now I can wrangle my anger strangled in pencil grips
Mmm... but I gotta be honest
The way you talking your nonsense kinda I wanna get hostile
Hop off the calm nonviolent posture
And foster plots to rock shots at your tonsils
[Chorus]
You wanna see me go back to my old ways?
Stone face then I snap like the old days?
What you wanna catch a fade so you throw shade?
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
I ain't trying be a grown man in a cold cage
Or toe tagged, throw my soul in a cold vase
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
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6. |
Mama, If You Only Knew
03:56
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[Verse 1]
Another day, another problem, ain't it how it feel
Tryna make it out the bottom, how you wound up here
Wake, clock in, walking zombie when you bottle tears
Wasting time and find you waiting till the hour near
Tired of all the drama of a sour year
I feel so fucking lonely that I'm out of here
I ain't got no motherfucking power here
So I hit the bottle till I throttle out of somber gear
Drinking every night, I might be crazy
Whiskey in the right, it got me hazy
Blacking out at parties feel amazing
I ain't chasing liquor but it chase me
Can you tell me where my brain be?
It escaped and setting fires, finna flame trees
Tell me, can you really blame me?
When every day you waking up in a deranged dream?
[Chorus]
So now I'm wondering why the hell I'm here for
Why I gotta be a model for the fearful
I'm surrounded by the bottles of the beer, gone
Mama, if you knew how much I drink I'd get a earful
Now I'm wondering why the hell I'm here for
Why I gotta be a model for the tearful
Marijuana, I'm a goner when the beer flow
Mama, if you only knew how much I hate it here though
[Verse 2]
Every day a struggle getting out of bed
When your head a motherfucking powder keg
Looking to the sky, but when I shout and beg
There ain't no reply, no, not a nod of heads
So I'm shouting louder till I'm out of breath
But I'm out of faith and God forgot about his kid
Try to walk the line, I stumble fall again
Walking round bluffing, cup my chips and I put all 'em in
Thank God I'm too scared to try the harder drugs
How many die from Xanny bars and party cups
Life is hard enough and so I'm starting drunk
Pouring up Bacardi one fifty one for larger buzz
Maybe I just need to harden up
Be a bigger man and realize my heart is fucked
I'm so deep, a fucking freak, my heart my is scarred and scuffed
And I'm feeling like that God can't even pardon us
[Chorus]
So now I'm wondering why the hell I'm here for
Why I gotta be a model for the fearful
I'm surrounded by the bottles of the beer, gone
Mama, if you knew how much I drink I'd get a earful
Now I'm wondering why the hell I'm here for
Why I gotta be a model for the tearful
Marijuana, I'm a goner when the beer flow
Mama, if you only knew how much I hate it here though
[Verse 3]
I barely told a soul about how bad I felt
No, I kept it in my skull hoping it'd balance out
Yeah, it got me in the claws with the talons out
Yeah, it got me in the jaws tryna scramble out
So I panic now like what the fuck I'm posed to do?
Because I'm lonely when I'm home alone, ain't close to you
I gotta grow and let my soul explore the ocean blue
But it's already water works and pillows soaking through
So I put everything I had into this rap shit
All the pain, all the love, all the passion
The parade of the drugs and the crashing
Everything I have and everything I'm asking
All the doubts that I had, I surpassed 'em
Went quite wild with Lifestyles and gassed 'em
Throw your claps and your cash in the basket
'Cause now I'm in it till the finish, better strap in
[Chorus]
So now I know why the hell I'm here for
And I'm proud to be a model for the fearful
'Cause we all human and we gotta let the tears flow
I ain't gotta drink it all away, I got a clear soul
Now I know why the hell I'm here for
Mama, I been feeling like my life is finally spiritual
I ain't scared to share it all and let my peers know
Waded through that shit ain't looking back, now that's a miracle
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[Verse 1: MADic]
I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens or slow dread
When I go in to show heads the full fledged
Fricking foe fed with dro, lead, and flows bred
From the depths of the wretched Hell of the most dead
And I don't give a fuck about your dull spawn
This the full brawn, the Minneapolis sultan
Individual protons get stole on, I throw bombs
Till my dough long like Pennypacker, a known don
Slow down, you can't possibly topple me
Or stop the prophesy, on the fritz, a frantic colossal beast
Joshing these wannabe pawns I see that clogging my odyssey
Shut the fuck up and give me money, talk is cheap
I'm the odd emcee calling for your idolatry
I'm making moves, you running Ponzi schemes out a Dollar Tree
I started young with the charge to come in with harder puns
Now I'm crowd funding to barter ones for your martyrdom
[Chorus: MADic]
Now, I don't know where you came from [nope]
And I don't know who you say you are [No clue]
Guess what [guess what, nigga]
I don't give a fuck [nope]
Now, I don't know what you been through [no idea]
And I don't know who you think you are [I don't]
Guess what [guess what, bitch]
I don't give a fuck
[Verse 2: MADic]
I don't really care bout your weak little glare
That you throw on the gram for your peers to be feared, I ain't scared
I got a big pair of pears that I cram in my draws
With a styling profile like Ric Flair
And I don't really mess with the less than impressive, I guess
So you best better step to the left
I won't ne'er disperse you not a verse
If the first words off of your mixtape are skirt skirt
I don't work with a derp twerp, a hard line
Coming for your pride from the dark side like Scar rhymed
I'm the arch mind behind the rise
Of vigilante murders of tart guys with archives of art crimes
I spark lye under star shine and cart rhymes
To where you farts lie in the heart of the darts eye
I'm running this island and you a far cry
From my team, little pipsqueak, it's our time
[Chorus: MADic]
Now, I don't know where you came from [nope]
And I don't know who you say you are [No clue]
Guess what [guess what, nigga]
I don't give a fuck [nope]
Now, I don't know what you been through [no idea]
And I don't know who you think you are [I don't]
Guess what [guess what, bitch]
I don't give a fuck
[Outro: MADic]
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck [I don't give a single single fuck, no]
I don't give a fuck [I don't give a single single fuck, no]
I don't give a fuck [I don't give a single single fuck, no]
I don't give a fuck [I don't give a single single fuck, no]
I don't give a fuck [I don't give a single single fuck, no]
I don't give a fuck [I don't give a single single fuck, no]
I don't give a fuck [I don't give a single single fuck, no]
I don't give a fuck [I don't give a single single fuck, no]
[Outro: Hiro Tonatu]
Everyone. United Nations. Red Cross. PETA. The NBA G League. It doesn't matter
I don't give a fuck about your new catalog
I don't give a fuck about your new blog
I don't give a fuck about your podcast
I don't give a fuck about your little, uh, what's this shit called... these little vlogs these niggas be making. Video blogs and shit. Like, okay, I don't give a fuck about that shit
I don't give a fuck about your tutorial. If I want to learn some shit I'll taught myself. You know what I'm saying? I don't give a fuck about that shit
I don't give a fuck how you do your taxes
I don't give a fuck how you take care of your kids
I don't give a fuck what type of seasoning you put on your meat. You know what I'm saying? Like, I don't care if you eat tofu, if you a vegan
I don't give a fuck. I don't know why people spraying all this information with me, son
Like I don't give a fuck if you a size zero. Who the fuck is a size zero? That shit is... that's not cool. That's a child
But you know. I probably should give a fuck through right?
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MADic New York
MADic is a rapper & producer based in Brooklyn.
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The latest from rapper Indigo Phoenyx boasts production by Bumpy Knuckles and TeckZilla beneath rhymes that take no prisoners.
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Trillstatik 3
by Bun B & Statik Selektah
Recorded in one day with appearances from Method Man, Boldy James & more, the latest from Bun B & Statik Selektah is an instant classic.
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