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Deadline II

by kid c.

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1.
fast 01:11
I'm back, not a kid, you sound constipated You complainin' that it don't sound fast, I'm sorry You keep sayin' you want unique flows and new bros But you want me to rap 'bout Ferrari's? I mean I could switch it up, make you feel out of luck Everybody be like look as I give your bitch a hug Kill it, death from above, made it this far without love At least I ain't gotta worry, man, I'm sorry What you gonna do without me one time? I hear you pleade online, you hear these beats I find I guess I make 'em mine, kill it, get no fine, I'm not sorry, nah I don't need an instrumental, nor I need a fucking medal I just need it to sound mellow as I keep it straight on tempo As I'm layin' on that pillow, it so comfy, what the deal? Want some coffee or a meal? Shit, I'm sorry (laughs)
2.
reality 03:34
[Hook] Reality, we livin' in reality We losing our humanity, we livin' in reality [Verse 1] I ain't got shit to be mad about but I'm getting my revenge Pull up in the Cedes Benz, hoppin' out with all your friends Broken dreams'll never mend but you startin' shit again Actin' like you from the ends but really, why you gotta pretend? You killed, man, all these fucking bills, ah But you are the real man, hit me up the deal, man Dunno what to feel now, stomach rumbles, ill sound Get home and I'll think loud, vision faded, shit clouds, yeah Yeah, I'm hearing black and grey, dunno what to do today Cannot hear what you gon' say, living in a decent place But you miss it, run away, where the fuck you gonna stay? Don't care, fuck, it up to me? You be fucked; it up to me Have you livin' in the street, nah, I'm playin', what it be? Stuntin' on the low cause we fuck up all we ever see Countin' stacks without the fee, none of this applies to me Or to you because we need to stop dreaming and live freely [Hook] Reality, we livin' in reality We losing our humanity, we livin' in reality [Verse 2] Now if I said I'm a big dog, would you believe me or not? Can I convince you like fraud and get that round of applause? I can say that I love weed and here's the things it does for me I feel fly, I feel weak, I feel like a G-O-D But I'm lying, it's cause I'm trying To appeal to a demographic that ain't mine The heavy hitters, weekend drinkers, don't use logic, not the thinkers, Counting fingers, the beginners, to hip-hop without the singers Over the past twelve months, I made some hits and some mistakes I made Deadline and I ain't lying that it fuels me up with hate I said 'cray lines', had a great time and I lost a couple mates Because it's fake, I'm sad I played, I'm hoping I can chill and state That I'm sorry, yeah, I know I'm cocky And if you know me, you know this ain't just a hobby I'll try and do it properly, no lie, you got it, probably Invest like I'm that property and you wanting me to do crazy shit, c'mon, flock to me [Hook] Reality, we livin' in reality We losing our humanity, we livin' in reality [Bridge x2] Dashin' past, real fast, making nothing, let it splash Keep on loving zero cash, falling on your stupid ass Crashing pads, come on, lads, party all night, got no class Lights'll flash, have a blast, getting caught is not the plan [Hook] Reality, we livin' in reality We losing our humanity, we livin' in reality
3.
[Verse 1] I wake up, die, I'm not alive, at least I think that all the time I hear you fly, I'm here tonight but I can't stay, forget the flight That's in my sight, not here to fight but I'll say yes, I'll wreck the mic I could and might but should I try or should I keep on tryna lie, huh? One, two, three, I count you listening to me I hear 'em scream, you tryna freak but keep it calm, stay on your feet It's been a week, oh, since I've seen all of the poison you deplete What would I be without the streets, reference the shit on the TV? On second thought, you pester me, my mind will get the best of me My time is up, December trees, you love when I molest the beat You love when I progress the scene, I wish I did, I got my dream I'm like a fiend of all the green, I'll mash it up and call it steamed, ooh I feel suicide is what you need You get knocked down on both your knees, they hear you beg, they see you pleade You can't fool me, that what it be, you volatile, you burn down trees You want my style, you kill my dreams, you calling up, a friend in need [Hook] Uh, that crap, miss me like a butterfly Uh, laid back, hit me up in mid July What is that? I mix it up, a suit and tie The bassline flat, I'll bring it back another time Cause all that crap'll miss me like a butterfly When I'm laid back, you'll hit me up in mid July Oh, what is that? I mix it up, the suit and tie That bassline flat, you'll bring it back another time [Verse 2] You got the finger on the trigger and you tryna bring me back to life I fear the thoughts that you've been having, keep you thinking late at night They keep you- wait, anticipating for the hundred second time I'll try to forget all the lies, I'm not a Human, not that guy Not that guy, not that fly, keep it going everyday, not that type Cool, on sight, grab a bite, wonder what he thinking, hey, what he might Want to type up tonight, dunno what I'm thinking 'bout, time to cry Want to sigh, what a lie, can I end it here, it'd be so nice (so goddamn nice) This Sunday night will shape my life and keep me waiting for my time My feet delaying all them signs that I keep praying for polite-ly A hundred times, please, you know I hate what I'll see Cause damn, you know what I mean, I'll miss my deadlines all week I'll dread my hairline's so peak, I'll threat to stay without sleep You wish you knew me? Sorry, a thousand times I could just spit a hundred lines and say I do this all the time I hear you calling me a villain, oh, just wait and hold the line The seven people want to listen, want to hear if I can rhyme I'll try and best, it ain't a crime if I know that I'll never lie Fucking single bitches, what I do in my dreams late at night I'm wishing for it to be life, you're not alone, let's make it, ight? [Hook] That crap, miss me like a butterfly Uh, laid back, hit me up in mid July What is that? I mix it up, a suit and tie The bassline flat, I'll bring it back another time Cause all that crap'll miss me like a butterfly When I'm laid back, you'll hit me up in mid July Oh, what is that? I mix it up, the suit and tie That bassline flat, you'll bring it back another time
4.
SCARFACE 02:59
[Verse 1] I heard you moved a kilo, I heard actin' like you quite the big deal I heard you moving down to Rio, heard you flew out like the week, oh Married to that new bitch called Kyo, got a ring to it, Kyo and her Leo, ah She want a ring on it, guess you gotta do it, huh? She weren't a fling either so I bet you blew it, uh She bumped the kid and I bet you never knew it, huh Asking me to prove it, what? I haven't got the stacks or the racks, do not own any flats Nothing that I got to flash, but they still let me past Need a little bit of cash, crazy mad, call me Max Wait a few years 'till I got it hung on golden plaques, ayy And I'm a king on a mission, what you wanna know about it? Never wanna fuckin' doubt it, keep on, go on, wanna tell it? Yeah, I'm shinin' all this talent, so golden, gotta sell it, yeah [Hook x2] I feel like I could die tonight, call me Tony Montana I lost my old chick, got a new one but don't tell her Yeah, forget about her, turn this up a little louder, aye [Verse 2] I hear talkin' bout the fucking dumb shit Go ahead, cause all your mandem want it Gettin' cash, all your goods'll be imported Makin' bank but you never gon' withdraw it (and you never gon' withdraw it) Lying bout the simple shit, wear your golden watches Broke off with another bitch, cause she ain't important Wait a sec, I got this, I think I can go solve it You actin' broke but still got hope, there's zero in your wallet Right? Am I right or not, bruh? Keep it up, witness all the lies you can't front Beat it up, missin' when your life was still fun Eat it up, cause you know the crowds will want blood I guess you want the good life Well, me too, bruh, but it don't equate lies We have so much proof that you fucking hate life Oh, hey, cheers, mate, thanks, high fucking five [Hook] [Verse 3] I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one You underestimate the power that I live on, son We talkin' about killin' people but let's drop the guns They know we runnin' our mouths, when we just tryna have fun We love the thrill, want the bills, actin' like the real deal Think we're ill, say we still run the game and we don't steal We just care, sittin' there, always lookin', never stare Call up Claire, maybe slay 'er, left me, sayin' it ain't fair You wanna talk about the hard life, fine by me, mate, call me when it's half 5 Highly pissed, ay, spending money late at night Buy this piece, slaying all the people you don't like You can go and move it if you wanna go and do it Just don't go and bring me to it , stayin' safe, let's start a movement, ooh And I hear you chattin' all these bare excuses Sayin' it ain't fair, just move it, want it that bad? Go and do it, yeah Want it that bad? Go and do it, yeah
5.
JUMPMAN 03:13
[Verse 1] Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing I'm dancing right on tempo cause this shit be bumping, woo I'll get my payslip then I'm splashing all my money, woo Maybe get some nice and friendly Asian company, woo Then end the night so damn wasted, I'll be so clumsy, dude Forget the buffet, so damn hungry, I'on't need that food I'm spitting 'bout some crazy shit that might have happened here Might write a formal letter, better start that shit with 'Dear' I could be wilin' out but I will make it look sincere I'm having so much fun, this club is loud, I cannot hear What you wanna tell me right now cause I don't got the time I'm focused on this real beauty, gotta get in line Might go all out for her, I will define a wine and dine The classy shit won't work on her, I see it in her eyes We'll jump, man, jump, man, jump as we have the time of our lives We'll party till it's four, three, two, one, fuck it, even five Her presence is so sharp, it sticks out like a fucking knife But there's something 'bout her which just keeps me real energized [Hook] Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, we'll be up to something Considered spending two or three weeks out the country Yeah, we'll be up to something, nah, we never bluffing Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, yeah, we'll keep on jumpin' [Verse 2] Sorry, man, I didn't mean to burst your bubble But I see you every day, you be looking for trouble And you talk shit 'hind my back, I hear you fucking mumble Now I know never to trust you, cause you far from humble Stuntin' in my place, what the fuck you doing? Steal my old bitch, she ain't new, it's nothin' Tryna roll through, what the fuck you provin'? See your rubber band, no notes, you movin' Jack fucking shit, lay low or get hit Come through with the real 'ting, won't slip Lay low for a 'lil bit, let's dip Run past everythin', will not miss, ooh Man, I got a lotta time, what to do with my day? Maybe go out and play, lay down at the bay Might just stay in, I say, party all night, try stay awake Do everything, nothing on my plate, yeah, I'll keep up with the heavy pace, uh [Bridge] What you wanna do? What you gonna try and prove? Got the 'stacks' you tryna move from room to room, let's see 'em, ooh What you fucking tryna do and when you gonna try and prove? You've got the stacks, the racks on racks, you're blowing up, I'll call you 'Boom' [Verse 3] Damn, for real, I haven't got a clue right now Cause if you want me real loud, I've got a penny, need a pound Just clean that frown, don't bring me down, we'll trap so hard from town to town Looking scary like we clowns but damn, for real, what we do now? Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, we'll be up to something Considered spending two or three weeks out the country Yeah, we'll be up to something, nah, we never bluffing Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, yeah, we'll keep on jumpin' Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something

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released December 19, 2015

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