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Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Yeah I'm at the end of the rope
Dead Cause I dropped the soap
Now the feds keeping tabs
And the crooks selling crack
I never did the hard stuff
I was to busy medicating
Now I'm brazing against shark skin
They think I'm a nark kid
I Know I act tough but deep inside I'm soft
I'm not made for this life
Apologies to my pops
For doing him wrong
Now I'm all on my own
Putting out these songs
Feeling hell a broke
My bank is in red like the hair of Ron
Scars on my head like hairy pot
This no fantasy
This is real life
But it's final like fantasy
They don't deal twice
I'm stuck with cards
Swimming with the sharks
Wondering what to do
But their aiming for my heart
And I'm focusing on my art
Where do I start
Maybe I gotta push the button
And restart.
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
My niece found dory
I wrote a new story
l love music like Topanga and Corey
The new chapter better
Wanna be a King the track my Coretta
Illegal like serial scratched Beretta
Looking for myself so meta
No time like the present to begin forever
It's more than the cheddar
Write my life in lyrical letters
Brooklyn sidewalk grit crushed into my sneaker's grip
I might trip but won't slip
Punchlines and quips is how I'm equipped
In the crucible of ghetto spaces
Various stages
Digital or paper pages
Hustle transition
Duffel bag mathematician
Tri-State edition
Politics past signing the petition
Of star wishing
Listen
Redskin but blacker than the pot called the kettle
Worked to hard to settle
Renegade Rebel must stay paid
On a Higher Level
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
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I'ma boss up
Cuz I done flossed up
Toes underneath a rug
Mean Mug
I don't care about these thugs
So called
Roll Call
We winning these games
Like Goku Super Saiyan
So what am I Saying
I'ma leave y'all Praying
I don't come back
This is Viktor's evil arch
Taking needles to the heart
Like the Beatles at the start
I'm on to big things
Like Lebron and his fifth ring
Rest in Peace Kobe
He did it for the children
Ain't no one could fill in
These shoes
I'm at the top
I don't mean to be rude
My shit don't stop
Twitter fingers causing feuds
But you know I got them bops
Grab me in the nude in the ward
Or remake my shit every mixtape
When I breath you wait
Cuz you know I'm the ill-est ever
Shout outs to Wale
Sporting a modest sweater
In the coldest weather
But one day I'm gonna fade
We only live so long but not forever
We only live so long but not forever
One day I'm gonna fade
So catch the fade
This will be your last shot
I'ma make it like Kobe the one and Only
I got the cream inside like Italian cannoli's
Iced out like Todoroki, never legally
We may have 6 degrees of separation, but u never seeing me
Cut unseemly seams like string on tees
But what's the tea to a bitch who don't cross hers
Either way my beliefs get me crossed like crosswords
So don't cross this, I'm like caller ID - an enemy to the obnoxious
My cops at Amazon packing boxes of boomboxes
Feel like I'm listening to 'Boom' how i check boxes
Y'all just got hooks, i got more than that, like good boxers
And to keep it brief
Im noxious to the easily nauseous
Turn a trans bitch back to male like I delivered neurotoxins
Lyrics neurologic, not a coke head but on them keys like Neuroshokers
Against media media
Mediocre medieval karaoke gimmicks with bad poker-faced optics
Cyclops's and Colossus'
Should be monsters but spandex-wearing metrosexual cock bins
So while I cock this at this cockeyed cockney cockroach
It's verbally comparable to cockfighting up in a cockpit
The Results is Marilyn Monroe
You may of been pretty tight, but now you're pretty dead
Stopping snot-nosed infants from coming for my rep like Sudafed
Better than any old head trying to hate, cuz I didn't fuck no Super-head
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CAFE (prod. attrappe)
02:11
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I'm sitting at the cafe
With my legs up
Sipping on my cafe
As I burn up
Watching all the people
Feeding all the birds cause
Set my horizons for the steeple
I be rising for occasion
But none of my shit is occasion
My rap style brand new
La nouvelle vague Samurai Champloo
Cowboy Bebop Naruto One Piece
Me too
It be hard seeing thru the lens
Cruising low-key in the Benz
I don't pretend
This shit is real life and it all depends
I be chilling with my meq no tech 9
Just tequila and brew
I eat the cheese Every time unless it's blue
Kill the beat every bar that I'm running thru
Y'all cats is clueless
Y'all cats is toothless
I knocked every tooth out
Like Mike Tyson in the Booth Bitch
Yet my cadence is always soothing
Soothing
Fly like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
You can shoot at me like Jackie Chan
But I'm realer than Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee Bruce Lee B-B-B-Bruce Lee
Fly like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
You can shoot at me like Jackie Chan
But I'm realer than Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee Bruce Lee Bruce Lee B-B-B-Bruce Lee
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Fly kick like Bruce lee you can sue me
Couldn't give a fuck about a page or a new leaf
New day same old shame upon the shoulder
I talk less think more now I'm older
Flowing colder than a set of nipples out in Russia
And no I never stutter lace skittles with the butter
Wore the undercover like my name were Takahashi
You can try and catch me if you can like bashy
Happy slap your mother on the 25 and I'm surprised I'm still alive
Look me in the eye and see I'm dead inside
If you really wanna eat with me you better ride
Do it broad day son I own it and I never hide
Slide through do a few things no loose strings
Everything that I touch gold need a few rings
And sing songs at the full moon
Probably going out too soon, its c
We was ready to spray them metal slugs
Now my homies just pray my levels up
I've had enough of this wavelength
Going to high - Going to low
All I'm doing is trying to save strength
Got the bow and the blazing arrow
Trying to travel across the straight and narrow
But I'm neither straight neither gay
My emotions heavy muddy
I'm in the red man like waters are muddy
Trying to figure out the method
Cuz cash rules everything
I was buying booster packs at seven
I'm 25 now don't know where I'm headed
To heaven or hell is romantic
I think I'll drift thru the abyss
Without a candle lit
Maybe hallucinate for a few minutes
The focus always been these written
Cuz they will outlive me
Even when I'm finished
Used to blaze the trees now I blaze cigs
I don't raise leads into my personal life
I'm showing you the rose tinted glass
Yet it's still dim yet I still hit rim
Used to dunk now my feet just sink
I'm steady treading water like titanic
Just waiting for the night like a fly bandit
Waiting for the sun like pregnant lady
I'm waiting for the time to pass
But I'm never waiting
And once my time will have past
I know I'll be forever vacant
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BLOOD (prod. tot&weg)
02:18
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Microphone check one two
I be in this bitch so rude
Samurai Style with the Sword
I'm the sort that'll fork your socket
Out the pocket like a rocket
I'ma comet coming with promise
Used to be toxic now I'm poisonous
My boys is just too nice
We the crew that's unstoppable
With a flow so coppable
With a flow so impossible
Y'all heard it here first!
Viktor Harter with the fliest birds
Flip a bird like a sample
Twist a nerd like a bully
I conquer seas like the Vikings
Cuz I'm so righteous
You might just bite this
My shit is just too nice kid
You better use some ice bitch
Fuck a rapid fire flow
I attack the mic on my toes
Give it everything I got
And keep on slicing till the blood flows
So let the blood flow
Blood flow
My rhymes tight cuz I got flows
Got flows
Ever since snot nose I been spitting hot yo
I'm a psychopath cuz I never sought dough
So let the blood flow
Blood flow
My rhymes tight cuz I got flows
Got flows
Ever since snot nose I been spitting hot yo
I'm a psychopath cuz I never sought dough
With the rough neck business
Fuck a check all I care about is written
16s since I was 16 yes my shits clean
But it's rawer than ODB
Rolling with OCB
Yeah you know it's me
Cuz my style's so free
My flow's so mean
And my foes is getting beaned
The pitcher on the mound
Pour a glass of water
Just to picture my sound
H20 be the chemistry
When I swing you better bleed
And don't be tempting me
I'm a Savage motherfucker
Since 21 I been undercover
A lover under covers
But don't cover what's under
Cuz I'm a hell spawn just ask my brother
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Melancholy in this hellish body
Yellow probably on the traffic light
But I don't stop - I pass the pipe
I do rock an extra fly wardrobe
My dogs a jock he got hell a skills
Unlike me
I just sit around smoke and let time pass
Probably why I'm woke and spit rhyme rap
My shit is mid and I know that
I can't help but think one day it'll change
Cuz things will always change
Just wondering if they change the same
Like me wearing the same clothes
Three days straight
Wonder if I'll end up in a straight jacket
They'll throw me in the loony bin
Till the 28th ring that is if Booney win
But they're definitely gonna fire Boone
And I'm tired sweeping broom sticks
Trying to make a living cop a boom stick
Porte a mask on some Doom Shit
MF my first rap was on a doom beat
Still kinda unreal the man is gone
But he'll live forever with a favorite song
In the end we all gonna die
That's why I know I gotta try
And move on.
Roll call for the culture
Like I told Vik, spell my name with no star
Emcees no cigar, smoke like Rastafari, so far gone, like i might meet the fuckers at Casa Blanca
Yeah right, in your dreams said the malnourished son of
A beautiful lady. the disconnect is so incredible
Fruit fall far from the tree, cuz where you came from was edible
Check the deadbolt, turn up the decibels, count them decimals, whatever it takes to feel Less desolate yeah yeah
Watch the thoughts form, turn to cuneiform so unintelligible, sell a full cellar of beats and Get no return yeah yeah But I don't care if no one listen
I'm a move on
Finding my place in the world like Jake The Dog
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EX (prod. elevenprs)
01:29
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Couldn't say what I want to
Even though I love you
We both been through a lot
Fuck the bullshit I just want to hug you
Couldn't say what I want to
Even though I love you
We both been through a lot
Fuck the bullshit I just want to hug you
She be dealing with a lot
Hanging with the wrong crew
Well I be doing the same shit
And I'm feeling blue too
Fuck a stab wound
What will it take to have you
My first love
Needs more love in her life
She likes it rough in the night
Me too
But I'm afraid she's gonna bleed through
Maybe I need to move on
But I been missing that feeling for too long
Couldn't say what I want to
Even though I love you
We both been through a lot
Fuck the bullshit I just want to hug you
Couldn't say what I want to
Even though I love you
We both been through a lot
Fuck the bullshit I just want to hug you
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CUPID (prod. 2eye)
02:28
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Baby girl it's only cause your so far away
Crazy world just to know a girl like you
I'm a hike through the bull jive
Give a full try till I'm null die
Tie dye on my corpse
Viktor's only here for the five meal course
Not a five kid divorce
So where's your source
It's right here kid
Steady sipping beers been
Shout outs to my single ladies
You can ride along the wave
But make it wavy
I'm rapping bout no girl in particular
Just the same kinda girls in my life
But if I'm trying to picture her
It's the girl in the present
Not the girl selling out for presents
But the same few girls on my mind
I'm one of a kind and I know that
Doesn't change my shy approach
I just lie till I'm provoked
But provoked in a good way
Cuz I'm bout that
She tell me she don't know what she doing
I tell her she gotta meet my friend cupid
We shoot the shit we send the snaps
End things and then bring it back
She got my heart MOVING
She tell me she don't know what she doing
I tell her she gotta meet my friend cupid
We shoot the shit we send the snaps
End things and then bring it back
She got my heart MOVING
Matter fact kinda crazy ain't it
I got a bigger tally getting drinks
Than giving drinks
And I mean from women
Not like what you think
My body count isn't that high
But I've gotten that all time
The goody good
That'll make your wood stood
I'm misunderstood
Promise I'm a nice guy
Gotta find the right one
Cuz time flies by
And boy does it fly on by
But we back in the building
She puts substance on my balls
Like Curt Schilling
Just a funny punchline
Don't look at me like that
Guess I ruined the song with innuendo
But she too plays games like Nintendo
We always coming at each other
Beach runner to the Tree brother
Ima keep on going cuz the pen flowing
Running out of juice gotta recharge
She tell me she don't know what she doing
I tell her she gotta meet my friend cupid
We shoot the shit we send the snaps
End things and then bring it back
She got my heart MOVING
She tell me she don't know what she doing
I tell her she gotta meet my friend cupid
We shoot the shit we send the snaps
End things and then bring it back
She got my heart MOVING
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