1. |
Hurricane Jane
02:59
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V1
All this gold dripping off me,
Fuck around and start a riot,
Been talking bout me,
So i don't find it surprising
Walk into a room and
Everybody getting quiet
I'm a juicy bitch taking niggas
I ain’t even trying
They borrow all of my swag
only conversing when it bout cash
Hoes my sons they coming in last
Put that on my word I’m pulling off fast
Bitches hurting niggas hurting
Came out the fucking blue
Talking shit and making pussy wet
Like diving in the ocean
No one know me homie
Grown and sexy flexing
On the haters
Body looking tight I fed the hype
now i get paid to flex
all my exes jealous
lost the baddest bitch they had
I be opening they texts
so i can leave they ass on read
I was hungry, i ain’t rest a lick
got everybody talking
fuck a gang affiliation hoe
all these niggas want me
I done always been the best
I ain’t ever put the work in
Now I’m hurting niggas feelings
left and right ain’t even flirting, look
Hook
Gas to the flames,
I been tryna bang,
Money got the pussy it’s a
hurricane jane
I don’t fuck with niggas who don’t understand the game
Sit the fuck down
If you can’t stand the rain
V2
Ain’t nobody hot as this
Thick and talk a lotta shit
Only cash apologies
Rappin’ 4 apocalypse
At the function blowin kisses
I’m with all the poppin bitches
Angel vicious so delicious
I got several pots to piss in
Whaddyaknow
They didn’t want me to blow ?
They haven’t been to a show
All of my real fans love me
Plus I’m all inclusive hoe
Send me the bill I am the budget
Fuck with only bosses hoe
Y’all be obsessin not progressive
Takin bout it’s a thotty show
Anywho
All of my people the truth
Whaddya want me to do ?
I can only be myself
Niggas be lookin at me for the move
I ain’t got no more to prove
Killin mikes with all the jewels
I done paid so many dues
Fuck You, pay me is the mood
Lost some real ones in my life
But I gained a lot of wisdom
Ain’t no bully in my vision
Victimized but I’m no victim,
I’m rappin for the children
Of them gangstas with a conscience
If you can’t stand the rain
Then missy miss me get to fallin !
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2. |
1800FVCK12
03:26
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Hook:
We ain’t come to play
Dirty bitch I said what I say
It’s fuck 12 everyday
Psalm:
It’s gettin pretty strange here
Kobe gone and Covid in the same year
Tryna fuck us up with all these same fears
But you gone have to kill me for these same tears
Lane to lane we ain’t here
I don’t know what the fuck you on
You ain’t with me you over there
‘nother maniac, mother bomb
Who’s your daddy? You fuckin scared
Call yo people this shit is awful I got the brothers it’s fuck the law so my gun is polished I’m proper riled up you in the way if you think it’s all luck
God got me
When this shit is all over
They gone lie bout me
But just play my fuckin music back
And vibe on me
Big $ilky in this motherfucker
This our party
Bring your weapons and your message and get live with me
Hook:
We ain’t come to play
Dirty bitch I said what I say
It’s fuck 12 everyday
Angel:
You might’ve heard about us
Fuck 12 aint worried bout em
My hands not shackled down,
My feet not bolted,
I’m the riot.
Big $ilky, pig come find me
Burn cities to the ground
Let violence fill the streets,
Won’t be no peace until we tear it down
ain’t no victims here
We built you niggas on our backs,
Think you gone murder all my queens,
My bitches all gone fire back
Fuck having tact, I’m raising girls
They watching me to see the way
If I’mma die on any hill, my sacrifice gone a name,
We need you armed, we don’t need peace
If it ain’t justice for us all, then we ain’t free
I need these nazis swinging high up in these trees
I need a knee on all they necks so they can’t breathe...
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3. |
Green Light
02:39
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Angel:
Look they don’t want no real bitch,
Niggas talkin power
Then they cower round a real bitch
Better pay attention,
I’m about you give you hoes a lesson
and a blessing Look.
Everybody talk shit, can you back it up
Or is you too afraid to function
I don’t throw in towels no, I’mma fight until
The missiles come until bombs blow
Everybody cappin everybody unemployed
Onlyfans been jumping, heard they mad I’m making noise
I ain’t reppin sets and all my niggas carry guns,
And if adulthood taught me anything,
I’m still the only one.
To desecrate on niggas titles,
Shorty I’mma idol
Every thing I touch is heavenly
Should call me Midas ,
Platinum in the spliff, we smoking big upon arrival
Don’t get in my space if you not grateful cuz I’m vital hoe
All is know is smart work and I ain’t into threats,
Interfere with what I'm on, and baby you get checked
I mind my own and I’m aware that niggas rats
I don’t get mad, I keep my circle tight then elevate from that
It’s only right that I come save the game,
Clearly niggas need me
Wondering who working harder, nobody that's breathing
Angel season, demon season, don't need a fucking reason,
I'm elitist and I'm actually $ilky, it’s in my genes bitch
I'm a mean bitch, finna make my team rich,
ain’t no imitating me cuz I’m the only me, sis
Keep a clean bitch, love a man who eat dick
no discrimination in my nation, only leaders
since y’all needed somebody to set the standard I did,
Everyone wanna be a goat, but everyone isn’t gifted
Gotta your play you position, talent and cold intuition
Ain’t no pride nigga
Do the work and you gone feel different look
I ain’t here to judge
I ain't here to take a thang,
I’m just here to build my own so it’s fuck everything
I’m taking every ring, and making every shot,
Even niggas and bitches who hate me gotta fucking rock
Lemme fill my glass y’all niggas look paranoid,
Don’t tell me lil Angel done got you all embarrassed boy,
You see my conviction, and ain’t no fucking ploy
Make muhfuckers change the way they hustle
As I open doors
Psalm:
Open up them wallets lemme see that dough whoa
I been on that paper since before the rona I
Told you niggas years before them people no good
Suckin up the black experience I told you ah
No you cannot sit with us while sittin on the fence
Seen the jealousy in you been distant ever since
You cannot fuck with us
I got the green light from the most high
You can’t pull the wool on her so don’t try
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4. |
The Soft Block
02:47
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Psalm:
Don’t fuck with me, bitch
I’ll pick you apart
I’d give you 5 pounds of pussy
‘Fo I’d give you my heart
Niggas eighty years in and
Finally gettin some shine
Congratulations now you half of me
You worried bout mine
Yeah my bitch on onlyfans
You just mad you ain't fuck
She ain’t get naked enough?
Bitch cough that $8 up !
Stop complaining
Niggas be on top and still ain’t shit
That negativity a have
Ya fuckin soul in a grip
Subtweet and distract
To try and counteract mine
I see you sold ya clout last year
I’m smokin and smiling
You will never in ya life
be close to what I’ve accomplished
Shouts to my donations
And my black ass mama
Kiss my black ass trauma
And my black ass aura
You hide behind some white privilege
With yo fake ass struggle
You can’t keep a friend long enough
To mob on me
Click clack muhhfucka I’ll bomb, on Henny
Wow
Hook:
I can see you mad and that’s the mood
I don’t give a fuck you better move
Boy you put ya soul up for the peso
You the first to feel it when I say so
I just called my brother for the address
I can be a scholar and a savage
I can see you mad and that’s the mood
I don’t give a fuck you betta move
Angel:
How you a real nigga but don’t fuck with any queens?
How you making moves but you can’t muster up a team?
How you talking big, but you get knocked out in the streets?
Always capping at a bitch but never flex on any men?
Lil silky baby talking shit, shouldn't even matter
That’s on Henny, that’s a message, how real niggas close a chapter
I can tell you in a tizzy, I got busy fucked your nigga
So you cut him out the squad but that shit didn’t make you bigger
Every blessing is a lesson, but the first is self acceptance,
Blowing lines and traumatizing your people that's just depressing
How a coke head bitch finna tell me shit?
I got sober, I got colder, thats a life hack bitch!
You ain't that tight trick,
You just made some waves,
Now the struggle real as fuck and we don’t see no change
I’m gone watch you sink and you gone watch me bang
You been lurking and I’m certain you are not a king
Ah! Look... my onlyfans jumping,
Know you mad you tipped me big and still ain’t get to fuck me,
Know you mad that threesome never happened and you love me ,
Know you mad the only one who wants you now is Fluffy !
Come test me again, militant black magic
My life isn’t a trend, you just wanted a chance,
But you treat womxn like shit,
So it’s a big fuck you every time that you win.
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5. |
Look At God!
02:50
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Look at God!
Psalm:
Dropped the dead weight
Then got outta debt:
Look at God!
Raised my own stakes
Then I made a play:
Look at God!
Sat my ass down
Then I burned ya crown:
Look at God!
Ain’t no big deal
Fake that magic now,
Homie, wow
Had us in quarantine really thinking we was cooling off for the better
They just lit up the oppression I’m guessing
But fuck it now we get the message
RIP Big Floyd Trans Black Lives Matter Black Women are everythang
Y’all can’t kill us all Fuck em we ball Be ready to Mediate
Angel:
Look, Say they names, say they names
Justice ain’t nothing when crackers can thrive
on the backs and the blood of our kids
We ain't fucking with pigs,
We ain’t fucking with hate,
Black is the only mother fucking way
Police and treason all one in the same
So I'm strapped and I'm ready no matter the game
And I clean my .38 right and I learn bout all these laws
I’m looking at God at my side, no pride, I know we all got flaws
But if we all ain't equal then we all got problems
We just a minute away from a civil display where it’s on and poppin
Hook:
Betta calm yo ass down
Cuz ya might get killed
I ain’t studyin nobody
I’m a Chi town kid
I’m a grown ass woman
With a fly ass wrist
Watch me whip and reimagine
All this white ass shit
Psalm:
You don’t really want this capitalism to change.
You don’t really want to see the kids and they rage.
Sideline pimp talking sideways lame.
I been ready I been really workin on my aim.
You should calm down maybe take a little chill
I already died on that hill, now I’m in the field
You don’t wanna get real, You wanna get laid
You don’t wanna get free, You wanna get paid
Angel:
Sandra, Breonna, Trayvon
George, Robert, and Ahmad,
Malcolm, Toyin, Dominique, Riah
Every single one robbed.
Black people get armed,
Stay proud stay smart
This a marathon, not a fucking sprint
and you ain't gotta be a mark,
Big bad shark in the water, no contest
These lil pigs don’t want this
I been a wolf and I shoot to kill
Boa burn it all down then start fresh
Mark fest, no vest and
I ain’t scared of no white bitch
Death to everything old world
We manifesting while targets
Hook:
Betta calm yo ass down
Cuz ya might get killed
I ain’t studyin nobody
I’m a Chi town kid
I’m a grown ass woman
With a fly ass wrist
Watch me whip and reimagine
All this white ass shit
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6. |
Church
03:48
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Hook:
I ain’t got no hang ups
Is we hangin
Is we not?
Let’s fuck everywhere
From the kitchen
To the car
I ain’t never been afraid
to Worship when I flirt
Come here bless this body
When you scared, go to church
Verse 1:
I like making bad decisions
Don’t stray from no commitment
I don’t know why you want to start something
you better finish
I’m not on simple missions
I’m on a paper chase
Practicing ancient ways
don’t got expensive taste
I tell you I’m only here for one night
and one thing yeah
My girlfriend at home don’t be expecting me to leave her
I know what I want and I don’t follow no ones lead yeah
my body a temple so come and practice what you preach here
Oh my preacher, come on and teach her
I can see you in me, on me, over and beneath yeah
I like talking dirty to you, come follow my lead yeah
I'm given direction so i know i ain’t mislead ya
Pre:
This right here ain’t nothing to play with
Don’t be all talk why you waiting
I love deep strokes and concentration
Girls like me got walls that don’t cave in
Hook:
I ain’t got no hang ups
Is we hangin
Is we not?
Let’s fuck everywhere
From the kitchen
To the car
I ain’t never been afraid
to Worship when I flirt
Come here bless this body
when you scared go to church
Verse 2:
Come over big daddy lemme play you right
Soft lil bitch from the southern side,
Say you on your way, hope you show up ready,
Already naked I'm waiting, wanna change your life
I ain’t never mislead, I ain’t steer you wrong,
Candlelit crib, I turned off my phone
Skin like honey, this body bomb
I give it to you like heaven so you pray when you come
I'm a freak every day of the week but not easy,
Come home, wet up my sheets and just please me
Ain’t no reason to talk; keep eating.
Said my pussy the lord, you believed me
Dirty talk to me, know it’s never a drought,
I make a nigga repent when I’m using my mouth
I know it gotta make sense, how I’m breaking it down
and when you in my bed know I’m turning you out, boa!
Pre:
This right here ain’t nothing to play with
Don’t be all talk why you waiting
I love deep strokes and concentration
Girls like me got walls that don’t cave in
Hook:
I ain’t got no hang ups
Is we hangin
Is we not?
Let’s fuck everywhere
From the kitchen
To the car
I ain’t never been afraid
to Worship when I flirt
Come here bless this body
When you scared go to church
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7. |
Eat Your Veggies
03:36
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Verse 1:
I be so nappy walking around here
No you can’t touch my mane
Hopin’ my girl ain’t really my girlfriend
So you can fuck my friend
Hopin’ your girl crush true
Hopin’ I don’t hate men
I hate the patriarchal, white supremacist state that we in
And if you can’t dig that I really fail to call it
A 30-something weed fiend and body pleasure-holic
Sometimes I think I might die for even breathing
Take a bullet by the block or by the precinct
Stop the “he - she”
Why the gossip got you relieved?
Fuck ya politics, I’ll do ya Uncle and ya Ti Ti
Dummy, sheep, sheep, get ya scruples out the group think
Fuck what everybody else is saying, what do YOU think?
Hook:
They gone kill me if I say it
I’m a kill me if I don’t
Everybody ain’t that fuckin woke
Just drink ya whiskey
Read a book and eat your veggies
And when a real bitch speaking
Can’t nobody check me
Verse 2:
They be so hurt when I tell the truth
That’s why it feel good
All of my people got W’s
None of my people could front for you
That’s why I keep bringing it back like a pawn shop til I’m on top
FUCK HIP HOP
It’s much bigger than that, chief
Hitting licks from the back seat
See niggas always looked past me,
Real niggas look AT me,
Recognized I was like them
Fuck the black girl and the d*** shit
This nice pen, and this sick brain
Write the right shit when it spits out, and it’s insane
From the River Seine to the River Nile
On that Nigga shit and it’s Civilized
Bill and Ted call me excellent,
All proud boys gettin vilified
I don’t play that, I am not the homie
Cold game, mane, lotta phonies
Coltrane dope flow sure came through and did
What my mama showed me
Hook:
They gone kill me if I say it
I’m gone kill me if I don’t
Everybody ain’t that fuckin woke
Just drink ya whiskey
Read a book and eat your veggies
And when a real bitch speaking
Can’t nobody check me
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Psalm One aka Hologram Kizzie Chicago
Psalm One aka Hologram Kizzie is a veteran rap musician from Chicago, Illinois. Having gained notoriety being critical of
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