Tracks Similar To Stash Spot
Stove
Artist(s): Saint Andrews
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Writer(s):
Anthony Thompson (ASCAP) 33.34% / Joseph Michael Darby (BMI) 33.33% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Drill, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Alley, Chicago, City, Cocaine, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Danger, Dark, Dealer, Death, Drill, Drinking, Drive By, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fight, Gang, Gangster, Hood, Intimidating, Jail, Murder, Party, Scary, Smoke, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Trippy, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
67
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stove
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Man hunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
Hook:
I make it hot, well I just put it on the stove boy
I grab that whip and then I put it on the stove boy
You need a hit, well I just took it off the stove boy
I take that b**** and then I put her on the stove boy
I just stay up on that stove boy
I be whipping on that stove boy
I make it hot well I just put it on the stove boy
On the stove boy
I make it hot up on my own boy
You cracking slick and get a tone boy
You n****s talking about a zone boy
We (redacted) boys, you better know your home boy
You n****s better do your homework
You n****s better get your own work
I take your b**** and make that ho twerk
Hook:
I make it hot, well I just put it on the stove boy
I grab that whip and then I put it on the stove boy
You need a hit, well I just took it off the stove boy
I take that b**** and then I put her on the stove boy
I just stay up on that stove boy
I be whipping on that stove boy
I make it hot well I just put it on the stove boy
On the stove boy
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Man hunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Manhunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
Big Drip
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Gritty, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big Drip
BIG DRIP
CHORUS
Feeling like I can't lose
How you gon stop these moves?
Drop top drop top drop top
Look how the light come through
Yea...oh ohhhhh
Big Drip big drip Big drip Big drip
Oh oooh
Big drip Big drip Big drip Big drip
Feeling like I can't lose
Don't you know I paid my dues
Top flo top flo top flo
Oh you gotta see these views
Yea...oh ohhhhh
Big Drip big drip Big drip Big drip
Oh oooh
Big drip Big drip Big drip Big drip
VERSE 1
I been doing real outstanding
Working with the moves no dancing
I been in control like Janet
So high I'm on a whole other planet
Wrist like water with the patek
Drowning in designer I'm an addict
Your diamonds real cloudy that's static
I don't want yo girl I already had it
VERSE 2
I send 20 racks don't even blink
I spent 20 more didn't even think
I bought a 100 bottles I don't even drink
My ice too cold I'm need a mink
My diamonds going crazy I'm need a shrink
Whole lotta cash I'm a need a Brink
Got butterfly doors on the lambo
Who gonna tell me anywhere that I can't go?
CHORUS
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 45% / Jason Aaron Garland-Milhauser (BMI) 55%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
110
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ubetcha
Bouta be a celebrity in my home town,
People that f*** with me? Like my whole town,
Cities that heard of me likely your town,
Cause the flow is hittin' smoother than a Jawn from Motown
Yay to the dizzo on the go hard,
Ain't met nobody dap worthy so far,
21 years and B**** i still ain't tryna hear it now the block list long gotta a motherf***** scroll bar
Tell me whatchu know about the kid,
Acting like you ain't know what he did,
Acting like your ain't hear what he said,
Acting like acting right gonna save your f***** head
Made it this far brought the whole crew,
Now the pockets lookin' straight up outta Whole Foods,
I been talkin' bouta mill, you been talking bouta pill so I ain't never worried pillow talkings what the hoes do
That Midwest slang gotta fear it,
Banging in your ears like rat, tat, tatta,
They say you bouta blow can you feel it,
Look at that b**** like
OH UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Flick out your wrist like your Rollie don't fit ya
Look I think it's about time we talked,
You xmens are frauds, your best friends a narc, Your bars jelly soft,
Your songs barely pop, and if your dawgs wanna bark then I'm letting the tech spark
Lot of em looking at me s-sideways,
Prolly cause they know it's going my way,
Seen this s*** comin from like a mile away, now I'm lookin back at the road like I'm in the drive way
Look I'm Holdin the truth, I shoulder the youth, might blow out your mind like a roof-a-less coupe,
And as for the crew, you know what we do, don't talk to Feds so I can't talk to you,
And I done so many things already where I'm heading but it got me thinking really what's there left to do
Cause I been pushing juice, and jumping hoops, and folding troops, conduct caboose and the Next stop is the roof
Can you dig it, can feel it, why can't you see my N****,
Independent, illest pendants, they depending on me my n****,
For my cousin, get to bussin, no discussion, ain't no IV's my n****
Going ignant, just to show ya, even at you own game I gotcha beat my n****
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha,
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha.
That's All We Know
Artist(s): D. Cope
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Writer(s):
Desmond Copeland (ASCAP) 25% / James Desmond (ASCAP) 25% / Panauh Kalayeh (ASCAP) 25% / Rayvaughn Vernon (ASCAP) 25%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Blood, Chicago, City, Cocaine, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Danger, Dark, Dark Alley, Dealer, Death, Drill, Drive By, Druggy, Drugs, Fight, Gang, Gangster, Hood, Intimidating, Murder, Scary, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Synth Horns, Synths
BPM:
64
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
That's All We Know
I got that
Coca
I got that
Mota
I got that thang on me
Pull it out and make it bang homie
I got that on me
All this cash
All this change
All these watches
All these rangs
Street life wont never change
Growing up in my hood man
Better watch you head man
Better watch for the feds man
Better watch for the hood gangs
If you don't
You might die
Wrong place
Wrong time
Wrong color
Wrong hood
Stand down, Man down
Bounce back to the trap
Get the money count my stacks
In the waist I got my strap
Cooking up in the back
Got the bread in the back
Got the white in the back
Make it snow and whether
Red dot, getting cheddar
All my team know is getting money
All my team know is bussing guns
All my team know is robbing people
All my team know is making runs
CHORUS:
That's all we know (8x)
Yeah
Last week thought he caught me slippin'
Drive by me
He was tryin' shine
Didn't even really see me coming
Had to creep him
Got him from behind
Pull it out put it to his tempo
Told the man this is so simple
Gimme keys
Gimme watch
Gimme wallet or I'm gonna pop it
All my clips are Extendo
Foreign cars not a rental
All my people all about the cream
Cash rules over everything
Around me get the dollar bill
Wrap it up
Vaseline seal
Give it to my team
Team real
Waiting on the money
Money here
CHORUS
I Don't Know
Artist(s): Saint Andrews
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Writer(s):
Anthony Thompson (ASCAP) 33.34% / Joseph Michael Darby (BMI) 33.33% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Drill, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Chicago, City, Cocaine, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Danger, Dark, Dark Alley, Dealer, Death, Drill, Drinking, Drive By, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fight, Gang, Gangster, Hood, Intimidating, Jail, Murder, Party, Scary, Smoke, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Trippy, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
68
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Know
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
Verse 1:
Look up in my eyes but they're probably closed
It's a lot of s*** I ain't gotta know
I can probably change it but I probably won't
Don't ask me no questions n****, I don't know
n****s riding with me, well they probably vicious
We just out in traffic and we hitting switches
Don't ask me bout them, I ain't hit them b****es
We so different, cock it back and we gon hit ya
Quiet n**** hit the loud
Find a door and kick it down
Don't know what this s***'s about
All these rappers, kick em out
Take a b**** and d*** her down
And I just might lick her down
Hope I make my n****s proud
So much changed from then to now
Hook:
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
Verse 2:
I be over east but I whip so quick
I be over west trying to hit that b****
Got a lotta stress so the s*** stay lit
Rap don't work Ima hit that lick
Got no compassion, gotta survive
Got all the traction, got all the drive
I don't react to all of the lies
Take me off the map, guess you can try
Boy you know I'm out the way, I'm trying to crack another safe
Get some ratchets out my face and flick them ashes out the way
Looking for a compliment that I ain't passin out today
Know my actions is my name so don't ask me bout my name
Only way I'm staying broke is if a casket in the way
I be chillin But I guess I'm on that active s*** today
They out of character, I guess they on some actor s*** today
My mans moving slow, I guess he on that activis today
If I get booked, I don't know s***
Drinkin' & Smoking
Artist(s): Lex
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Writer(s):
Alex Theodore Bradley (BMI) 33.33% / Anthony Thompson (ASCAP) 33.34% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Drill, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Blood, Chicago, City, Cocaine, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Danger, Dark, Dark Alley, Dealer, Death, Drill, Drinking, Drive By, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fight, Gang, Gangster, Hood, Intimidating, Murder, Party, Scary, Smoke, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
57
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drinkin' & Smoking
I've been drinkin & smokin
Plus I'm still rollin
Two double cups
A Couple sluts and they goin
Fully reloaded
Big balls and she know it
Hit her off with that motive
And now I'm drinking smoking
Verse:
I smoke, yeah I Drink
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
I'm with the Squad they quick to throw paws
My dogs throw they fist it look like Arsenio Hall
I'll put in for the dope, but I'm good with the Drank
Whatever get this party to start jumpin' like a Plank
If it ain't I hit the paint cuz all i know somehow someway is
Ima poke a Pocahontas from out where the Redskins play
But Ballin like I'm Emmit, Drunk I'm past my limit
Problems if there's any, Them I'm Rollin like I'm Timmy
Whole handle of Remy. Swear that's all that's in me
My life's like a movie, I act like I won a Emmy
Celebrating I Be Drinkin and Smokin
Hook:
I've been drinkin & smokin
Plus I'm still rollin
Two double cups
A Couple sluts and they goin
Fully reloaded
Big balls and she know it
Hit her off with that motive
And now I'm drinkin & smokin'
Ready
Artist(s): IamViix
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Writer(s):
Marco Cian (SOCAN) 40% / Pete Momarr Scott (BMI) 20% / Zarnoosh Bilimoria (SOCAN) 40%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Getting High, Gritty, Hypnotic, Party, Power, Sports, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
100
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready
READY
PRE-CHORUS
Taking off like rocket
Move too fast can't stop it
Got pull corner pocket
Yeah (3X)
CHORUS
Cause I'm ready, ready
Cause I'm ready
VERSE 1
I'm ready to take off like a rocket,
And it's no way that you can try to stop it,
I'm so high right now, higher than a cockpit,
I'm so high right now I think I might need myself a pilot
So fly and don't got no stylist,
Don't drive less it got no mileage
No time since got this on my wrist
Too sick, too sick like it's virus
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ready to take off like a rocket
When my team link, it's a mosh pit
Zoom too fast can't stop it,
No hands, autopilot,
No keys, push, start driving,
Zoom (3X)
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
For The Money
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ambition, Bling, Cars, Club, Decadence, Determined, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fame, Greed, Hype, Money, Motivation, Party, Rich, Riding, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
For The Money
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (Ayy)
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (I said I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Elementary taught me math, easily a nigga passed
Ever since I was a youngin' I was counting mama cash
I used to steal it out her purse, I knew every stash
Double up the thing in half and I put the shit back
I was thuggin', never stole from the store, man
I was busy hitting licks on the door man
We was wildin', and we getting violent
Everybody twisting fingers on that chi chi time man
Grown man, and I'm still on that same s***
Why? I tell em boy, cause I ain't rich
I be going to hard just to make it last
Everybody making money so I know I can
Most niggas die for p****
If she broke, I'd rather ghost ride the p****
Cause money over humans, not women
I've been getting that since I was an imbecile
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I do this for the money
Yeah, I do this for the money
For the money
Yeah I, y-yeah I do this for the money
For the money
Public Gangsta #1
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
84
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Public Gangsta #1
Public Gangsta 1
Chorus
It's all over the news - wanted dead or alive
But they forgot only the strong survive
My reign of terror has just begun
I'm Public Gangsta number one
They can't catch me - they'll always fail
I'll never spend the rest of my life in jail
My reign of terror has just begun
I'm Public Gangsta number one!
1st Verse
I'm a drug sellin larcenists
End up on my list I promise you I'll twist
Bullet holes burnin'
The police squad squirmin'
They look at me as vermin
Keep they stomachs churnin
Homey, I'm goin for mine
All my ladies work the corner
Man I'm on the grind
Cause untimely demises
I'm deeply despised
They wanna see my end
I see the look in dey eyes
It's a war out here and I control an army
Of predicate felons
It's so alarming
Sellin ki's and trees
I do what I please
It takes a certified G to bring a city to its knees
I don't care
You don't like boy then say somethin'
SAY SOMETHIN!
DO SOMETHIN!
I ain't chest thumpin'
I fill body bags fo real
My.9's my only friend
Man I love my steel
Be careful what you say
Just stay out my way
Have you duckin and divin' as my AK sprays
Run-up
If I'm lookin for you son
You betta carry ya gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1
Vamp
They'll never
They'll never
They'll never take me
I'm a keep on slangin these rocks mayne!
They'll never
They'll never
They'll never catch me
I'm a keep terrorizin' these streets mayne!
If they ever
They ever
They ever catch me
I'm a shoot anything that moves mayne!
I don't care what they say
They'll never take me back
They'll never see me fry
I ain't afraid to die!!
I run these streets
At night I creep
The boss of the bosses
Dog I never sleep
No words to say
No compromise – I'll spray
Get caught up in my biz
You've seen ya last day
You betta pray!
Run-Up
I do it for fun
I always carry my gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
They'll never take me back alive
I got 2 strikes
Spent half my life deprived
Man I'm cheefin' in my 'Lac
Slangin lb's of crack
Addin' bills to my stack
Houses full of sacks
Neighborhood stores have to pay me fo sho
The baby G's don't test me
They already know
I catch a 3rd strike I'm done
So I'm no the one
Creep up on ya slow and collapse ya lung
When the pump gets ta pumpin' everybody gets ta jumpin'
2 a.m. rollin' and my beats is bumpin'
Run-up
I'll never run
I'm a real G
I love the street life
Boy ya feel me!
'til my last breath
I'll be squeezin' my gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1
Unlimited
Artist(s): CaiNo (feat. Laura Cheadle)
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Anthem, Bold, Competition, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivational, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Power, Pride, Rising, Sports, Strength, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
85
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Unlimited
UNLIMITED
CHORUS
I feel unlimited
no rules unlimited
and I shine so bright that I might just light it up
I feel unlimited
no rules on limited
gonna grab this world make it mine so fire it up
VERSE 1
Fire up the engines it's about to start
bring the light when I travel to dispel the dark
our existence is hinging on if we can impart
ambition as if resistance got us what we want
we living under limits that are self imposed
then poked at by the media till it's exposed
try to stuff your emotions till you implode
well I'm here to disclose
the power you have enclosed
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Fire up the burners it's about to begin
let the fuel move your internal pistons
until the engines running with intention
you've been down this road before
check the suspension
I know it gets rocky but you're unstoppable like Rocky
you probably been through worse
like taking shots to the body
you obviously kept getting up
legs wobbly and vision foggy
but you kept coming like a zombie
straight out the ground you're taking it now
pressed against the cage ain't nobody taking you down
and through all the trials and tribulations you basically found
that it's all lies and manipulations mistakenly bound
knots tied the stipulations are created were not allowed to abound
when they try to tune us down
I can faintly hear the sound
and that's the only thing I need to keep me wanting more
just remember I'm Limitless at my core
CHORUS
Came Through Killing It
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Ignacio Saucedo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Gritty, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
149
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Came Through Killing It
CAME THROUGH KILLING IT
CHORUS
Came thru killing it...man down
Working with the drip put the pan down
I just got a bag bring the bands out
Came thru killing it...man down
Came thru killing it...man down
Came thru killing it...man down
I just got a bag bring the bands out
Came thru killing it...man down
VERSE 1
I just came thru with the monster bag
Know I grew up where the monsters at
Any time we talking, where the commas at?
Dripping all this flavor Willy Wonka swag! OH OH
I gotta get it in bands though, I gotta get an advance though
All this money keep my pants low, who gon tell me that I can't though?
Don't be stunting for the gram though, know I came up out the bando
Ain't a neighborhood I can't go, what we talking? Yes
CHORUS
OUTRO
Get the bag get the bag get the bag
Get the bag get the bag get the bag
Pop a tag, pop a tag, pop a tag
Get the bag, get the bag man down
CHORUS
Dedicate
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Ambition, Aspiration, Back Story, Changes, City, Confidence, Death, Dedicated, Destiny, Dreams, Fame, Family, Fate, Father, Heart Felt, Heartwarming, Introspective, Life, Mother, Motivation, Moving, New Life, Powerful, Reflective, Rising, Risk, Sentimental, Story, Striving, Struggle, Taking A Chance, Toughtful, Uplifting, Victory
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
152
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dedicate
Chorus:
You don't have to be afraid I see the signs
I know that everything's gonna be all right and I take a breath and sigh knowing that you're still here by my side
can't wait to see you on the other side
don't ever take for granted those That have been with you from the gate
don't tempt fate you never know when it may be too late
for everybody with your fam join hands and relate
this is a song for yall that I have chosen to dedicate
V1:
Mommy I love you
and that means I place no one above you
just a stare from you's enough to bring me up and wanna run to you
I wouldn't be an image of the man I am today without your lessons my pages would be blank with nothing to say
remember days with us dancing my feet on top of yours
me giving you attitudes over the simplest chores
and we still be battling heads on a regular daily basis
but Mom i wouldn't be nothing if not for your love and patience
and though we made mistakes we were there to comfort each other
you gave me a little brother I've never thanked you enough
for everything that you've done for the both of us mom you're like a goddess
together so many lives yet this time was the hardest
souls intertwined and that's why we'll never be parted
it seems that we've approached the end we found we've only started God is smiling
as sure as I know that I've got to rhyme
I'm just as sure that my mom is going to speak to the world and shine
Chorus:
V2:
Daddy we miss you
I wish that death was never an issue
and I know that given the chance your daughter would love to kiss you
I know she'd give her life just for a moment to see
if you're proud of the woman that she's become and all that she'll be
I vow to you on my knees that I'll love and protect your seed
with every fiber of my being bask in the glory of the Queen
forced to mature before the age of 18 vision been tainted by the hatred she seen since she been conceived
raised alongside murderers drug dealers and hoes
never knowing you're alone people breaking into your home
stealing your Disney videos to sell in the streets what's left for a little girl but keep on praying for peace
I'm trying Edwin but sometimes this shit is unsettling
I be feeling like I wanna be with you chillin in heaven
but I know I'm not done emptying lessons onto these cats
I know that's you behind me with your breath on my back I feel it
Chorus:
One
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Conflict, Confusion, Contemplative, Danger, Dark, Drama, Eerie, Emotional, Epic, Fear, Gritty, Impending, Inner Conflict, Intense, Introspective, Moody, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Reflective, Risk, Spooky, Tension, Uncertainty
Instruments:
Bass, Choir, Drums, Piano, Synths, Vocal Sample
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Important
Artist(s): Sauce Party
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Druggy, Drugs, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Mean, Money, Mumble Rap, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Important
CHORUS:
All my cars fast cuz they foreign
My diamonds speak another language they imported
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name its not important
It's not important, it's not important
It's not important, it's not important
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name it's not important
I been counting money for a week
Thought I was finished but it doubled in my sleep
My partner told me we was on I said preach
Beat the game on my own and neva cheated
Ey me and Lee be putting' on for the V
Send me the work I break it down we split the fee
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
These rappers so wack know that I ain't neva tryna go back to no racks
I won't cut these hittaz no slack fasho that wrist be blinding like a kodak post that
CHORUS
Crazy Place
Artist(s): Terrell Burt
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Back Story, Background, Chill, City, Conscious, Dark, Determined, Diligence, Emotional, Hard Times, Inner Conflict, Laid Back, Life, Mellow, Moody, New York City, Reflective, Restless, Rough, Soulful, Sports, Story, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Warm, Weed, Worried
Instruments:
Analog Synth, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Strings
BPM:
87
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Crazy Place
Take a breather, float on ether, kick my feet up
Running on E, try to break free, but I freeze up
Apathy stabbing me in the back, attracting opposites
I follow through, but too many fall through on they promises
Astonishing, no incompetence I'm feeling fine
Why's this the final aftermath every single time?
Vanishing, all I wanted was someone to mold me
Lacked the proper guidance, all they ever did was scold me
Never showed me fluorescence or the ropes
On the shore coasting through life so I learned to cope
No boxes, dig in the crates, you can't contain me
Artistic with the vice, you can't frame me
My mind in a crazy place, crazy place
Wanna run the race, run the race
And finish real strong, real strong
Cause I know my fate, yeah I know my fate
You can never ever frame me or box me in
Packaging, know where I'm headed, mindful where I been
No mountains, the valleys have been my best friend
Not afraid of success, my fear's to transcend
Everything I've ever known, yeah my situation
Comfortable but I despise, oh what a temptation
Rise to highest heights, ozone with flyest kites
Not a homeland citizen but I know my rights
Pre-marriage date, acquainted with the pen, know my writes
A fixed visionary, yeah I set my sights
No boxes, dig in the crates, you can't contain me
Artistic with the vice, you can't frame me
Violence
Artist(s): HighRise
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Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 50% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Crime, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Explicit, Explicit Lyrics, Gangs, Gorey, Graphic, Gritty, Hard, Haunting, Hypnotic, Mean, Power, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, SFX, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
130
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Violence
VIOLENCE (CLEAN)
INTRO
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (mess around)
This death, don't mess around (mess around)
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (violence)
This death, don't mess around (violence)
CHORUS
How you get along with a killer?
Don't think about it, be a bigger villain
How you get along with a killer?
Keep your head and be quicker on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in the willow yeah
VERSE 1
I give them girls the run around
They left their man back in lost and found
Check back in ten then go get him out
He bouta swing, you should talk him down
He's checking out my anatomy
Plotting on what to cut out of me
Gone pop off a clip I don't doubt it B
Add a new notch to his belt, that's a casualty
I can see the ivy on his trigger finger
Itching from a distance boy is barely contained
You had better constrain him, cuffs and the chains
Not about to make a threat cuz
I don't make those in vain
Boy's burnin up, no Aloe Vera
You ain't gotta tell me that I don't scare ya
9 in ya waistband, I'm aware yea
Better pop quick I won't dare ya
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I give them girls the run around
Lips on her neck I can lock it down
Leg lock her hips ain't no pulling out
She left her man back in lost and found
He's checking out my anatomy
He know just what to cut out of me
Six off his hip looking down on me
Add a new notch to his belt that's a casualty
Gallows walk Pillow talk
Cut him off, bitch is soft
Blood is on the mantle covering the family photograph,
Lock up on the handle, ain't no way to go through shattered glass
Boys burning up no aloe vera
Thoughts on his mind like I don't care yeah
Blood on his hands like mile long stare yeah
Better pop off quick-
CHORUS
----------------------------------------
VIOLENCE (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (mess around)
This death, don't mess around (mess around)
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (violence)
This death, don't mess around (violence)
CHORUS
How you get along with a killer?
Don't think about it, be a bigger villain
How you get along with a killer?
Keep your head and be quicker on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in the willow yeah
VERSE 1
I give them bitches the run around
They left their man back in lost and found
Check back in ten then go get him out
He bouta swing, you should talk him down
He's checking out my anatomy
Plotting on what to cut out of me
Gone pop off a clip I don't doubt it B
Add a new notch to his belt, that's a casualty
I can see the ivy on his trigger finger
Itching from a distance boy is barely contained
You had better constrain him, cuffs and the chains
Not about to make a threat cuz
I don't make those in vain
Boy's burnin up, no Aloe Vera
You ain't gotta tell me that I don't scare ya
9 in ya waistband, I'm aware yea
Better pop quick I won't dare ya
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I give them bitches the run around
Lips on her neck I can lock it down
Leg lock her hips ain't no pulling out
She left her man back in lost and found
He's checking out my anatomy
He know just what to cut out of me
Six off his hip looking down on me
Add a new notch to his belt that's a casualty
Gallows walk Pillow talk
Cut him off, bitch is soft
Blood is on the mantle covering the family photograph,
Lock up on the handle, ain't no way to go through shattered glass
Boys burning up no aloe vera
Thoughts on his mind like I don't care yeah
Blood on his hands like mile long stare yeah
Better pop off quick-
CHORUS
Perfect Mess
Artist(s): Shoreshot (feat. Brit Fox)
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Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 34% / Miles Kristopher Shipps (BMI) 33% / Patrick Terrence Whelan (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Advice, Breakups, Brooding, Couple Drama, Dark, Endings, Heartbreak, Introspective, Melancholy, Minimal, Moving On, Pain, Personal Issues, Reflective, Regret, Relationship Problems, Relationships, Remorse, Sentimental, Story, Struggle, Toughtful, Toxic Relationships
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
85
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Perfect Mess
PERFECT MESS
CHORUS 1
I know that we lost it, so I hold on to your garbage
I know I'm your perfect mess
VERSE 1
We kept fault finding
We kept keeping score
Flaunting all the wrong done
Which only hurt us even more
In the long run, and when we tried to make it work
It always had an adverse effect it only made it worse
I don't why that had to be the result
I, thought we had what it took for there to be a pulse
If we don't revisit our downsides in hindsight
We would only rethink of our strong points
Which would make us, both blind right
Wouldn't get us anywhere
Even though at first nobody ever made a better pair
Love wasn't enough, and knowing that was never fair
Weighing all the pros and cons
We nearly kissed everything we had going gone
Felt like part of my soul was stolen for so long
Wanted us to hold on, by a thread if we had to
Not become an old song that we can't even go back to
Such a crash course, such a bad loss
Mad we didn't last always made it overcast
CHORUS 2
Rock bottom glory days
Miss my sick and dirty ways
Do you love it or not?
Cause I'm the best you got
Do you love me or not?
Cause I'm the mess you got
I know that we lost it so I hold on to your garbage
I know I'm your perfect mess
VERSE 2
It isn't worth the stress
You know we couldn't keep the peace
You know that we should leave it be
We made each other nervous wrecks
Couldn't beat us in the sheets
Made us run in circles
For certain 'til it was purposeless
Stuck in disbelief
Hope you find the missing piece
I hope you learn to let it go
And I hope you always know that
You deserve the best
Hope you find the missing piece
I hope you learn to let it go
And I hope you always know that
This was purposeless
CHORUS 3
Do you love it or not?
Cause I'm the best you got
Do you love me or not?
Cause I'm the mess you got
I know that we lost it so I hold on to your garbage
I know I'm your perfect mess
OUTRO
When you say baby it's too good to be true
I'll say maybe but I'm the perfect mess for you
You Can't Stop This
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Basketball, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Edgy, Game, Gritty, Hypnotic, Mean, Party, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can't Stop This
CHORUS
How you gon stop this?
Took up the notches
Big boss cockpit
I'm on your watch list
How you gon stop this? (I can't stop) (3X)
You cannot stop this? (I can't stop)
VERSE 1
I move right you left
Classic like a NES
Big boss moves with the steps
I don't even catch my breath
Class been started you late
Made it from the bottom thats fate
Had to push it up no weight
Did that there in one take
Going all the way no breaks
Big biz no MBA
Bout to make a big wave no lakes
I'm a superhero no cape
My diamonds is flawless
My flow so appealing
I'm balling no Spaulding
I'm working my calling
I gotta go all in
I never be stalling
Move too fast man
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't ever stop I run for it
Coming against us you done for it
Got a championship need 1 more
Give the people what they come for
My whole team got big names
Every game we play a big game
Swish swish swish my wrist game
Move too quick like quicksand
CHORUS
Glow
Artist(s): DEZIGN8 (feat. Kaz Zabala)
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Anthem, Bold, Determined, Domination, Duet, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Motivational, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Power, Pride, Protest, Racing, Rising, Strength, Strong, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
124
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Glow
GLOW
CHORUS
I get dragged down
But I've been here before
I see sunlight
Even when it pours
You can't hold back
You can't hold back my glow
'Cause I'm shining
Shining across the globe
VERSE 1
Pretty dismal what I been through
All the darkness in the rearview
Being civil but it's an issue
I'm feeling heartless and cynical
Pitch black trying to choke me out
But I'm a golden child
Going pound for pound
With some broken vows
You can't hold me down
Even when I think I'm about to drown
But I rise like the sun, forecast won't define who I become
Fire in my tongue
Not done even if you try to pull a fast one (fast one, high strung)
Light it up, not talking 'bout a spliff
Set the world on fire with my gift
Dread won't win, you don't have to be afraid
Nightfall won't ever get the final say
PRE-CHORUS (2x)
I'll radiate when hopeless
When it's bleak, stay focused
My dealt hand, never chose this
Set me ablaze you'll notice
Like the rays of the sun
Each leap is more like a plunge
Problems never make me wanna run
Even when I don't know the outcome
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
Illumination the foundation
That will awaken
Avenues from frustration
No hazy days for the creation
Just say the word and I will go
Blinded by greatness and a hint of strobe
When you're wrapped in gray down to your soul
Don't let it keep you down, get back up and glow
Bright Lights Big City
Artist(s): St. John (feat. L. Young)
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Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard A Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 55%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Against the Odds, Anthem, Bold, Defiant, Determined, Driving, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Motivational, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persevere, Persistence, Positive Attitude, Power, Pride, Protest, Rising, Rising Above, Strength, Strong, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Unity, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Drum Loop, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Piano, SFX, Solo Drums, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
84
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bright Lights Big City
BRIGHT LIGHTS BIG CITY
INTRO
From the rooftops
To the city blocks
We livin proof
That we can't & we won't stop
Let's keep it movin
Show & prove that we already dropped
I'd like to take this opportunity
To thank the whole community
For keepin us together in the same spot
Yo in the dark night
We see the bright lights
& we can rock right
(We keep the game tight)
We represent the element that gave us true sight
CHORUS
Bright lights, big city
It's gonna lift you higher and higher
When the world has got you down
City's gonna lift you higher and higher
VERSE 1
Lights flash blast past do the math
We building up beginning squad
Illuminate the path
Hit the street feel the concrete
Underneath your feet
And we runnin like there's only seconds left
Feel the breath
Let's connect reach out mad respect
I can't believe how far we raised
From Dirty blocks & dark hallways
Opposite of tenements
We livin in the top percent
Of hustlin their dreams
Livin way above our means
Now we formulate the team
Hit em like a lazer beam
Infinite abilities
Flowin like Pheidippides
Outside of parentheses
Genius in facilities
Our options are infinity
Founded independently
The path is undertaken
By the underestimated
Can you feel it yeah we made it
To the top we elevated
We don't stop & we created
In a new stream a new team
Shine like the ever present presence
Of the spotlight
(The light beams)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Smash perception ain't no question
You're the best of them
I hope that the rest of them
Gettin all this oxygen (its medicine)
A catalyst of power people
Comin from the underground
Many styles all the citizens
From all around the planet ascending in a way that you can never take for granted
(It's a piece of pace a past of place)
I pass the praise the pastor makes
The timing of the time it takes
To raise up all the youth
That's the proof of the positivity & true humility
Passed on these progressions
In the cyphers & the sessions
True knowledge comes from everyone
& everything surrounding
We pounding up the bricks
& in our footsteps is evidence of providence
The sky scrapes takes a little building at a time
Now you over-stand the rhyme
We can all together climb
You get yours & I get mine
Never been a better time
To come together (each of us can teach one)
Never been a better time
I think I see the sign
CHORUS
OUTRO
Keep your head raised
As your mind stays
High above the fray
When you need to get up & stay up
Just nod your head & meditate
On this verbal word play
It's like every single day
We don't stop
We rock hip hop
On every single block
Let's get together now & raise it to the top
Feenix
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electro, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Boastful, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Edgy, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Inspired, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Motivated, Murder, Ominous, Overcoming, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rebirth, Rising, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Trailer
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Trailer
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feenix
Rising up
straight from out the ground I am the greatest at this
have you seen the latest fact sheets
violent like the great Apache
if you want come and attack me
I'll smack you back to the past
my run is planning to last
I'm hitting targets exactly
I'm a sharpshooter
never miss when I get in the groove
never lose
you can't even walk a mile inside my shoes
I don't move
I don't budge
I don't make no lame excuse
I just tighten all the screws
light up till I blow a fuse
I'm getting ready
it's going steady
I'm headed for the end drop the confetti
I'm intent and I'm not sensing any weakness
watch me rise from out the ashes like a Phoenix
Give it up
there's nothing in my way I am unstoppable
no matter what I think I know it's possible
I'm running at a level that so optimal
that trying to go against me is just simply irresponsible
I push it much further than most
brag and I boast
trying to catch me I'm ghost
gas never let up or coast
pull up and approach
and you get smoked, choke
coughing from all of the dust
I got a passion let's call it a lust
I am the greatest that's saying enough
feel the ground shaking that's me coming up
Eye Of The Storm
Artist(s): Exit Prose
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Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Challenge, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Epic, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Promo, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
BPM:
85
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eye Of The Storm
VERSE 1
Another hero rises up
Out of the dawn
Hand on my hilt
Ready for em
Locked in brilliant form
Eyes full of vermillion
Ain't no fealty sworn
Except for a few
I hold with resilient born
Un-torn, unconditional
Constant affinity
Were here for jaunt
And then were gone
For infinity
I'm taking up the gauntlet
No acting timidly
They try to intimidate me
But they can't eliminate me
All they can do is hate me
But there the ones made me
Melded by the mayhem
My mind's my only sanctum
I got to find a way
For every move they play
Cuz when all the pieces fall
Its either me or they (4X)
CHORUS (2X)
Looking out
Through the eye of the storm
Through the riot and calm
Through the night and the dawn
Through the plight
And the strife
To the final beyond
Like a Viking song
VERSE 2
I stay wary
Conscious of my surroundings
Cause I know
Everywhere I go
Conflict surrounds me
It's the constant
State of affairs
But I can't be afraid
I got to embrace any fear
That I have
Got to take any trace that appears
Then turn into something
More brazen and fierce
Cuz when they start engaging
And invading my sphere
I got to be ready
To break em off
Leave em impaired
Cuz they out for blood
And their plot is
To end me
I'm defending
My honor
My name
Is an emblem
Of symbol courage
And independence
There will be no occurrence
Of any surrendering
I'm taking a stand
Making my brand
Never faking
Never breaking
Never forsaking my clan
Forever adamant
Surveying land
Holding fate in my hand (4X)
CHORUS (2X)
Dark Thoughts
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Conflict, Confusion, Contemplative, Danger, Dark, Drama, Eerie, Emotional, Fear, Gritty, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Reflective, Risk, Spooky, Tension, Uncertainty
Instruments:
Bass, Choir, Drums, Flute, Piano, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
New Money
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dealer, Determined, Dirty, Drive, Drugs, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Independent, Mean, Money, Pimp, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger, Tough, Young
Instruments:
808, Bass, Piano, Synths
BPM:
79
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
New Money
I made a vow
Lifelong commitment to this money
Talking been, since I could go get the money
living in a ghetto world, chasing all my dreams
Independent chick stay on her s*** About her cream
S*** so dope and so real you'll be a fiend
All up in the jewelry store picking out my rings
Went and tore the mall now bought a couple things
New money, new problems let's see what the drama brings
All my life I've been waiting on the spotlight
Got me in the cross hairs and the cop lights
Got the city on lock and the block tight
they can't hate the form
if the shot right
Got a bunch of haters 'cause I keep making new money
CHORUS:
Talking gold,
Talking break you out ya mold
Let me break you out that mold
Make this scene a lil clearer
I'm the hottest bitch around and I ain't seeing nothing bigger
Bitches love to look and hate, which is why I love to slay and stunt
4th down touchdown, I don't never have to punt
I make the plays, I run the plays, flow and verses I got for days
sealed the deal like a n**** with a bouquet
flowers for his girl on her 21st birthday
They was all cool at one point now they flaked
Play your cards right cause your b**** got high stakes
All my life I've been waiting on the spotlight
Got me in the cross hairs and the cop lights
Got the city on lock and the block tight
they can't hate the form
if the shot right
Got a bunch of haters 'cause I keep making new money
Talking gold, talking break you out ya mode
Come Get It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Boisterous, City, Cocky, Confident, Crime, Dangerous, Drugs, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Hype, Intimidating, Loud, Mean, Mischief, New York City, Party, Power, Raw, Rough, Rowdy, Rucker Park, Ruckus, Sports, Street, Taunting, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Saxophone
BPM:
107
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Come Get It
Back it up, back it up, punk get off me
Or get dunked like a donut in coffee
But I ain't a pig, I peel your wig back
Puffin on a blunt, crack open a six pack
Swig it, I get it how I live it
And that's large, the one in charge
I spit it, like an AK spray
Wet up your whole crew, make my day, punk
Pop junk, get popped in the teeth
This ain't a BBQ, you don't want no beef
I'll give it to you raw, homeboy, just hollar
If you wanna get some, I'll break you off proper
CHORUS:
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
If you want some, you can come get it
Try to step to me and you're gonna get dropped
I got a left and a right that goes pop, pop, pop
Down for the count, another round of shots
Bottoms up, grab the mic and wreck shop
Leaving wack crews, dazed and confused
What you gonna do when this menace come for you
got nothing on the southpaw style
flip you like a waffle, wake up horizontal
I'll leave a sucker empty, boy don't tempt me
my fists are heavy, you ain't ready
serving beat downs, with the body rocker
so if you want some, I'll break you off proper
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