Cover

Emotions

Hook:

 

My Emotions

Locked up in the ocean

Starting commotions

Stick to my devotions

My Emotions

 

I can’t live without my emotions dragging me down

Scare me like the IT clown

My emotions shake me down

Strip me of my crown

Which sat on my head peacefully

Unfortunately my emotions greedily 

Stole my title.

Which was vital

To my self-esteem

Lonely picture of a dream

I scream to the heavens

Wishing for my emotions to life me up instead of breaking me down

I went from a 20 to a 7 

Less than that; A Zero

 

My Emotions

Locked up in the ocean

Starting commotions

Stick to my devotions

My Emotions

 

My Emotions

Locked up in the ocean

Starting commotions

Stick to my devotions

My Emotions

 

My Emotions

Locked up in the ocean

Starting commotions

Stick to my devotions

My Emotions



First Mixtape

This my first attempt

Keep my emotions from tempt-ing me

Hard to do

Like keeping a child from being on a spending spree

Stuck at the flea

Market

Leave my white tee

With my girl brie

Dropping bombs by threes

With my nephew screaming WEE!

The trainwreck of emotions screaming at me

My face ain’t covered with glee

As I return to the god forsaken hut. I walk in and lock the door. Except I don’t have a key to get out. 

As a drought 

Overcomes me

 

My Emotions

Locked up in the ocean

Starting commotions

Stick to my devotions

My Emotions

 

My Emotions

Locked up in the ocean

Starting commotions

Stick to my devotions

My Emotions

An Artist Without A Voice

First EP on the way

Hit them with the spray

Send my stories to broad-way

My voice ain’t existent 

But i’m distant

From the truth

Hit my shot like ruth

Spray in the booth

And take out the youth

My voice tells all

Get into a brawl

With my buddy

Study-

-All night to pass this test

Oh thank god i'm blessed

 

I’m a rapper with no voice

A blacksmith with no skills

A tree without its leaves

A banker without money

A bee without its honey

An Artist without a voice

 

I’m a rapper with no voice

A blacksmith with no skills

A tree without its leaves

A banker without money

A bee without its honey

An Artist without a voice

 

I need my voice

It’s my choice

To text not talk

Squawk, mock, stalk and hit them with a block

Oh sorry, sorry. This ain’t the time

Drop a dime at bed-time

My stories bring light

Like these white sprites

That smite knights

In the twilight

Zone. laying on the throne

Covered in bullet holes

With no souls

Left. No roles or bankrolls. A hero stands alone

With his drone

And his sword within a stone.

 

I’m a rapper with no voice

A blacksmith with no skills

A tree without its leaves

A banker without money

A bee without its honey

An Artist without a voice

 

I’m a rapper with no voice

A blacksmith with no skills

A tree without its leaves

A banker without money

A bee without its honey

An Artist without a voice

Locked Up

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

 

I’m locked up so bail me out

I was a sell-out

The FBI was looking for me

I didn’t agree with the banshee

They sent after me

I was selling drugs

But then I got caught and had to take a mug---shot

Knot, rot, scott, plot, clot, watt

Hit them with the onslaught

Of vicious rhymes 

For my crimes

Now I gotta do my time

You know why?

Cause

 

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

 

Man im following Akon

But im back on

Now that im free

And pass the tree

As I flee the police

They be cease-ing

Their fire when I blow through

Claw them up like im Hugh

Then spray them with my screw

While spew-ing fire

While your men have been getting in the crossfire

When I spray my gunfire

Making you retire

Early

Leaving my enemies trapped in a bonfire of barbed wire

When everything goes haywire

While you conspire

To act dire

 

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

 

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

 

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

I’m Locked Up (Can’t find my way)

 

Hired to Kill

Hook:

 

I was hired to kill

First Class Assassin

Number One with the thugs

Number One with the drugs

 

They call me a nerd with the drugs

First shot for the plug

Ain’t go no woman, but I don’t need love

I go solo like G- Eazy

Make the journey without my beastly-

-buddy in tow.

I tenfold the dough

Just like my buddy Ace

The kingpin and devil embodied

He put all his girls into a daze 

With no raise

And no case

Getting maced

With my buddies dropping the bass

 

I was hired to kill

First Class Assassin

Number One with the thugs

Number One with the drugs

 

I was hired to kill

First Class Assassin

Number One with the thugs

Number One with the drugs

 

Oh shit, it’s the second verse

I was way too high to remember this

Well here I go

 

Yo my name’s Envy, upcoming rapper

Looking fresh and dapper

Bitch I’ll trap any rapper, call me a trapper

U think you better

Okay, let me write you a letter

Open this letter and see all the pain that you’ve cause yourself

Since I ain’t affected by your BS

It all affecting you though

I got my burst aimed at you

While all you got is a crossbow

With no bolts--only bamboo

I was hired to kill

Assassinate you on site

Look to the light bitch!

 

I was hired to kill

First Class Assassin

Number One with the thugs

Number One with the drugs

 

I was hired to kill

First Class Assassin

Number One with the thugs

Number One with the drugs

 

Hired to kill

Assassinate you on site

Popping off with the drugs

Terrorize the hood

I was hired to kill

Psychopathic Killer Remix

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

 

Yo, first remix

We getting lit!

 

Yo i’m a Psychopathic Killa

Hit my enemies with my drilla

And break them like im godZilla

Crack their skulls

Put their gulls in a hull, locking them up

Stuff my victims in a cup

And hit up their friends like “sup”

Cut up their pup then hit them with the “yup”

They always looking at the light

They can’t fight---it

Split their sprit then leave them in a pitt to lose their wit

Skit a bit and hit an unfit hypocrite who loses his mind and quits his emit of counterfeit wit.

 

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

 

Remixing this track

While my knack

For taking crack

Eats me up

Hit people with a thwack

Then backtrack when they bounce back

Give vets a flashback

Then falls back when the feedback turns the vet’s vision pitch black

The soundtrack of my life

Which cuts deep like a knife

Or a scythe

Leaving my death as a myth

With no locksmiths able to break my house

But forsure my courage ain’t like a mouse

Or like my spouse

 

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

 

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

Psychopathic Killa (killa killa killa)

 

#Psychopathic Killer Remix

Wind Up

Winding up

There's not a mix-up

I started to speedup

Ain’t no hooking up

When the bullets pileup

It's time to windup

 

Winding up

There's not a mix-up

I started to speedup

Ain’t no hooking up

When the bullets pileup

It's time to windup

 

Envy be winding up

Ain’t no problems

When I spike up

Shoot up my enemies 

They instigate their own death

Ain’t taking no meth with seth

Can’t wind up when it's time to strike out

Now that’s some good clout

As I bailout 

My buddy and buyout the clowns who put him in jail

Ale, brail leaving a trail

Of airmail as huge as a whale

While we sit drinking cocktails

 

Winding up

There's not a mix-up

I started to speedup

Ain’t no hooking up

When the bullets pileup

It's time to windup

 

Winding up

There's not a mix-up

I started to speedup

Ain’t no hooking up

When the bullets pileup

It's time to windup

 

Damn my homie Rook

Got left off the hook

After his attempt failed

And we searched every nook---and cranny

Thank god he wasn’t jailed

Or nailed up in details

His granny would have been bawling

As she’s falling and sprawling at her loss

Of her Ross a.k.a our Rook

And we would have been shock

If he died late at night

 

Winding up

There's not a mix-up

I started to speedup

Ain’t no hooking up

When the bullets pileup

It's time to windup

 

Winding up

There's not a mix-up

I started to speedup

Ain’t no hooking up

When the bullets pileup

It's time to windup

 

Winding up

There's not a mix-up

I started to speedup

Ain’t no hooking up

When the bullets pileup

It's time to windup

Envy I

Name’s Envy

Hit my rivals with a senvy---turret

As I assert 

My dominance

With my prominence

Growing and flowing without showing any signs of slowing. 

I’m being crowned as other rappers are being drowned

With no disses leaving a wound 

As i’m leaving all the dead rappers in the ground

With no rebounds as my compound

Surrounds my enemies

 

Envy be leaving the rappers dead

Putting them to bed

Leave them all red

Then shed a tear when my homie Fred

was left dead

Then that’s when bloodshed

Put all the rappers in their deathbeds

 

Name’s Envy; be killing these fools

Man I ain’t listening to school’s rules

They take me as cruel

When the tools came out

Now that’s what im ‘bout

Leaving these rappers in a drought

Cut off their lighter money

And put a gun in their sonny

he ain’t gonna live

And i know you ain’t gonna forgive

Me, when they find him not thriving 

After a .50 takes over his brain

Leave the body in a drain or a plane

Perfecially sane, no pain or strain when my chain

Is bigger’s than wayne’s.

 

Envy be leaving the rappers dead

Putting them to bed

Leave them all red

Then shed a tear when my homie Fred

was left dead

Then that’s when bloodshed

Put all the rappers in their deathbeds

 

Envy be leaving the rappers dead

Putting them to bed

Leave them all red

Then shed a tear when my homie Fred

was left dead

Then that’s when bloodshed

Put all the rappers in their deathbeds

 

This was just my first attempt

Get ready for the second EP

Double the pain

Impressum

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