CLIFTON

Prod. Jxnny Lyrics: Yea Stacking the cheddar, I ain't lactose I'm the king of the north, de facto Shout out the White and the Black folks Racist thoughts, I'm way past those Yea, way up north, it's go pack go Eat the rich, that's a snack dose Stupid trends, I pass those A big fat ass, yea I tap the hos I'm eating good, a lot of casseroles I ain't going wherever the pastor goes Ya know it gets real grimey, yea that gross Like I'm a ghost living in the shadows I'm running through the jungle with a big bundle on me A lot of gold around my neck, like I'm someone holy I've come a long way since beeferoni I clean my guns when I feel lonely Shout out the Mil, yea Steve Da Stoner You won't make it far here as some little rhoner You better move to the coast with all that crony shit I'm one with the green, yea all that foliage I'm mostly Norwegian but a little Polish Slavic soul, I never sold it I'm hitting the upper right and they're playing goalie Working class muscle, Anatoly Shout out Mick Foley Shout out the cannolis Death to all the bullies Let's get this guacamole I'm stacking this bread like a baker She wanna come so I better go take her But I'm for the kids, no Andrew Tateing So Midwest like Anita Baker I'm a big deal, did you see the paper Put your glasses on, did you see the paper I really mean it when I say, 'see you later' I'm OKC, you the Lakers Fuck Lebron and all the haters I'm on my toes like I'm running from tasers Dodging the opps and all of their lasers You had it once, yea you had a phase quick I hit out of the park, all bases I'm going through life, you going through stages Old head, you better hit stage left Young one, you better read some pages I'm running through walls like Luke Cage I'm the main character, Liu Kang So much ass, Pootie Tang Real country boy, yea all grange Long shots, yea long range I've come a long way since the bong days You locked on the lights like a fawn daze Cash cow, I'm in the stock exchange Pokemon, yea I got the game How you blue blooded with red veins Fake working class with a smooth brain Yea I think I'll stick with my cool chains I'm so cold, they playing freeze tag Robert Graham with the G-Stars I don't think you know what these are Old soul, they call me a geezer While they bowing down to peak czars You getting swept like Philly, that's a Meek bar Yea, you play games, I keep the G card You sitting around like a sea star You need a hobby like a guitar You falling through the cracks of the rebar You fading away, yea au revoir I'm keeping it tight like a weed jar All black whip with the all black tint, looking in you cannot see far Here in the Kee, we in the streets, like we're living in Bihar I am the man, never been a stan You're living in a trance, I'm living through dance All you little boys can catch these hands All you beautiful women can get romanced Yea I'm a dog when she gets in the stance But not everybody can get in these pants I'm very selective, I keep me a pen All my competition is really rancid Dirty motherfuckers, they're barely rinsing How you live beyond your means in a prison I'm cooking, y'all sizzling You pancake, I'm Bisquick Real beef, you giblits Filet mignon, you chitlins I'm grown, who are you kidding Ho, I'm swole, check your fitness Working class, yea a 9-5 They bitch about theirs cause they're barely alive They live vicariously through white lies They wish I had skin like computer paper and bright eyes Are you fresas wish I would move white pies But I'm a whole meal, Five Guys Zionists like, 'But you don't have any ties' Bitch, I went to jail and I paid the fines I made it through and I made it out alive You and whole crew wishing I would die Cause I don't use slang like, 'What up slime' Yea basic rights, they're taking their time They have no points, so they're taking to mine

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Prod. Proto Beats Lyrics: They're like, 'Who hurt you? Like, seriously? We totally care about equality, and justice, and serious things. Like, yasss.' Who hurt you? Did somebody call you a name once or something? You got punched in the face, boo hoo hoo? Somebody followed you or-non issues? I'm not sorry I'll throw you on the skewer real quick if you deserve it Yea you've been calling me a Nazi since I was a little kid But you've earned it You and your people tried to pin me down and rape me in front of everyone But now you haven't heard of them You and your people stole my identity in front of the whole nation but now you haven't heard of me Conspiracy theorists and terrorists, you're more of a fan of them clearly They're like, 'you're not being oppressed' As they take everything I hold dearly And remember when your police beat me into the ground for me standing aside a building They're like, 'Never forget, and you're not Black' No, I don't like vicariously through coulda, shoulda, wouldas and what ifs Uh, have you not been fucking listening I'd be dead I ran up the numbers the legit way, so they decided to go for my head Again And I was barely even cursing then, talking about I ain't family friendly I had the whole state dancing then, donating money to kids and cancer But I don't come from a long line of family money So they decided scamming was the answer They're like, 'Statute of limitations, haha, statute of limitations' They drove me crazy and they blame me for it I broke my back and they blame me for it A bunch of namecalling and something about DeForest No, I'm from the big city I'm not privileged like you boy, girl Learn anything about economics or the world And I don't give a fuck if that makes you feel bad Old two face gossiping ass Like, if you didn't have bullets whizzing past your head as a kid You probably didn't have it as bad as I did Not that it's a competition or anything, I'm just saying And by the way, quit asking what high school I went to And what it was like when I was a kid Because I've been kinda sick of this perverted shit anyway Grow up Quit taking everything so personal I'm talking to grown ups Can you anything seriously or just pouring cups...

Prod. Kronos Beatz Lyrics: This is a happy song, everybody sing along This is a happy song, please don't bring me down This is a happy song, everybody get along This is a happy song, now I'm happy now Used to make style out of hand me downs Got me a couple cap and gowns Turn that frown upside down You can call me papi now I knock em out, Manny Pacquiao I am a glitch, you better patch me out I'm so hot, I belong in the South Maybe I should take that route I am more than a brat with some krout I am the topping they all talking about I got the topics if we talking with mouths If I am a pussy, then they are a mouse But no need to grimy, no foul Ayyy, wipe of my face with a towel Ayyy, then I'm going back in full vowels Ayyy, on a search for a Rhonda Rouse This is a happy song, somebody dap me up I'm stacking tracks back to back, this ain't happenstance This ain't an act, I'm the man, I just happen to rap But shout of Common, shout out Herbo, shout out Chance Throw on a beat and I'll choreograph That's at the core of my set See, movement is a big part of who I am Hooligan and a student Bitch, I am so based, I'm the blueprint I went from the basement to popping up in movies Ayyy, cool on the inside like a coozie But I'll still pop off like a doozie Uffda, they want more white shit I give em a big white dick This is a happy song, everybody sing along This is a happy song, everybody get along I'm so fucking attractive, I sit there and stare in the mirror Like somebody should really be here for this Whooo, shout out John Cena and Rick Flair I don't need no bitch And fuck the WWE's politics but I recognize A positive mindset when I see it And I have no patience for racists Stay in your place if you're complacent Ayyy, you wanna talk race relations I've been with a woman from damn near every single nation And I don't even take vacations I can hear em all now They're like, 'he's exaggerating' I love me a pad and pen but this is off the top of the head Sipping on an aguasita, smoking on Muha Meds I realize I got a whole wall of shoes But I just ordered two more for Christmas But I needed the Freak 7's and the Harden's Yea I got a whole lot more than Jordan's Lebron's might be the most important Yea I'm a 90s baby, not boring I'd n been all over like Boeing Ay, same old Midwest story, I'll just waltz in and start going If I gotta double time it, I'll double rhyme it And it's too bad, because I like doing that But y'all just get behind Midwest chopper, you better get in line...

Prod. YAR1 Lyrics: They're like, 'Am I them' Bitch I am him I am the lord, sing me a hymn I admit that I thought that I was God for a little bit Because yall are so fucking dumb My bad And youre still fucking dumb You have no talent, no skills, no accomplishments of your own But you have money, so you think you won But why could I beat at you at like anything under the sun And youre the chosen one Becuase you got some dumb cunt kids too You paid to have sex with like one woman and then cum Reproduction, and then You need a dictionary or encyclopedia or something Here Ill teach you a little bit about yourself Go look up American exceptionalism Youre no different than those crackers on your shelf Ill take you back in the day how Im stacking the pelts I gotta get creative how Im creating wealth Im out in the world and theyre preparing my cell Id n cracked the code, theyre just starting to delve Theyre like, 'Give me your secrets so we can steal them And then say we didnt' Theyre like, 'Give me more music, give me more hits So we can steal them and not give you payment' I wish I could say the problem is with suits and ties But most of yall are not that high up Theyre like, 'Its really tough out here, Ohio' Thats like Hollywood here Chicago is like the holiday spirit Didnt you hear, I dont exist Im supposed to be drowning in spirits Pounding the beer and the weirdos Clowning, entertaining the beardos Floundering around like I need a cure for it Listening to the radio, like still serious I tell them I like women and they're like 'Well are you bi curious' Theyve been trying to convince me to be gay Since I was a little kid and the women are no different So no I'm not on some mission to marry some dumb hoe Just cause she has a pussyhole I'm intelligent, creative, and swole Those are three things that youre not born with either So either get some or get gone And most of these females dont have style either, its pathetic Bitch I made my style off of Goodwill and St Vincents Suck my dick And when they have nothing to complain about, they just scream 'Disrespect' Yea, Im about to go nine minutes on some random topics And just drop it I dont even use the fucking internet when I do this shit I just go off the top with it Yea flow like the big river, I come from way up there in Wisconsin Woah Ive been to hoods everywhere Boy I took the bus out in Compton But not that thats some competition Because Ive been to mansions in Hollywood too I got the resume, I got nothing to prove What about you They call me a dick and asshole They dont how to talk so they talk about anatomy I say I want justice, they say I want flattery Or something about a domestic battery Yummy Im off that cabbage leaf And a bunch of pills for my sanity I gotta watch my calories, living off this salary Im not complaining about some office job, not off and on Im not Fox News or QAnon Im not your pops or some lil punk Speak in the present, you peasant One to ten, Im eleven I make sense of you brethren Blah blah blah blah blah blah six seven Six Nine, snitch guys But then again, I dont flip no bricks guy Not on this side, no Bloods or Crips guy But fuck the guys guy I aint forget no hindsight Mr guy guy One on one its night night Keep a four five for a Mai Thai Dead sober, no Mai Thais Mask on, shy guy CCW, my right Nine on the dash when I ride by Thirty eight in the stash if you stop by TMI for the little guys, I got an AR in the closet if I feel like it They call me crazy and I still like it They call me a Nazi, they want me to Stillenacht it This is Wisconsin, they reached out, Im still not with it I blew up off a lovesong for Jews, or are you still not listening I admit I keep my religion a little distant But Ive marched for men, women, and children Written for those with real feelings I dont need a thank you to lift my spirits Or a photo to keep up appearances...

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Prod. @BigBagFtSlime Lyrics: A Clifton type beat, now this is what I'm talking about Another Clifton like me, I heard they're all washing out Switching to coffee now, getting their boss's towels Getting their butthole ate out I'm back, and I will never turn my back on Hip Hop, that's a fact I will never break or bend on that I have no hair, no cap A bunch of Packers and Bears, what you know about stats Boy I've been in the kitchen and I don't cook crack 6'4", 230, you know I can whip up a snack And if the front end aint hitting, I'll pick up the back I just scheduled some tats, I hate doing taxes I'm just spitting facts, I know that's unattractive But I got the strength to put Earth back on its axis I know we got off course and some of yall been fasting And you really wish I would put all of that beef in the past tense I got bigger problems than the fish in the sea And I dont need to get into all that, its all greif But no it aint G And no I aint gonna explain to you again why I got my whole namesake taken by the government And friends And no I aint ever gonna give up until the last day, until my very end Welcome to the system, Im glitching I got the upper hand and I dont got digits Im sagging my pants and fucking these bitches Rocking this gold, barking and blicking They say 'you're too old, you are a gimmick' I say you aint folks and you aint business Let the beat breathe I took the long road, I like to see green And if that dont make sense, you should be me From a bright future, the darkest days I had to see through the haze I cant hear no bitchass hater now I shoot lasers out I got pages on top of pages, what do they put down Independent since the beginning, never took the fabled route Things get serious, they get pasted mouths Too real, I hear that takes me out But I aint giving up , fuck it Its all luck anyway right Shit, it's gotta be somewhat Shout out to Slums for this Clifton type beat Keep that heat coming bro

Prod. @OlderAlen Lyrics: It's a government shut down, what the fuck now How you talking so lout with all those dicks in your mouth I see a piggie and I'm picking em out If I see a bitch down, I'm digging her out They are like, 'Wow, you took a different route' Down on the farm, it's chicken in, don't chicken out Put my foot up your ass until I get gout Smoking this fire, I'll blow up the clouds Boy I've been around, I've been to your town You want to take a shot, I'll give you a round How you a bot and don't make a sound How you a thot and you look like a clown How you sell rock and call it your town I don't even drink, I don't need a pick me up to put it down Used to pop percies, now I'm picking up pounds You don't like the style, look in the lost and found, it's awesome now Thrify like an addiction Lots of bad bitties in my vision I'm off that oil, it's in my system I got big goals, no need to kick it No rigmarole, I paid the tickets Full court press, I needed to have handles Who are you to think you could've handled it They wanted me out panhandling I took my life back and manhandled it Fascists ain't a fan of this or smoking canibus But they do like the smell of candles, gasoline, and manly butts That's Donald Trump, that's Sean Combs Okee doke, you're some bigot or some drone I'm happy now, don't get in my zone Wait until I finish my book and I post Gimme some bread, gimme a loaf Had a couple hits but it'd be bigger than both They're like, 'What's the point in rapping if you're not handed everthing in life Or you're not flaunting government cash Or you're not selling some form of crack What's wrong with this guy?' I'm full on crazy, no baby So many hos in my state I need me a foreign, just got me a new whip Pushing 120 on I-94 I'm foolish, windows tinted, I'm ghoulish Presidential, Calvin Coolidge Hit the festival, meet a new witch Fuck a tutelage, I'm too religious Fuck the news, it is too rediculous Too big for my britches Burned too many bridges Decisions meticulous and deliberate but too schizophrenic

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Prod. BeatsbyDutchRevz‬ Lyrics: Howling at the moon I don't don't play no games I'm just creeping, moving Cause all I do is go Howling at the moon I don't got nothing to hide Everything looks the same now This spice is going through my head This is all a one take One more time, I'll leave you I'll leave you for dead I told you, and and I'll tell you once again This is Clifton Howling at the moon Working, it's a late night It's ok though, I love it Freestyle, I'm above this I am everything I'm the one that you trust when you go on up I'm howling at the moon You don't need to stay up with me though You can fall asleep, good night baby though I'm the one that you want to keep up with The one that don't gotta wear no scrubs But I trust that you're putting in the work Everyday when you put on those gloves Cause everytime I see you, I fall in love This is just a little bit for you baby I can feel you in my brain, it's ok though I see you across the way I'm howling at the moon Just for you

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats Lyrics: I'm a little sick. I'm a little pissed. Honkies and uncle toms, yea Honkies and uncle toms, yea Honkies and uncle toms, and don't forget the Jews That's Wisconsin They're so unserious, they either think this is a joke or they ignore me entirely 'But what will my peers think, ya know like the racists, and rapists, and bigots, and scammers' They want me to listen to the fascists and move away from my home state I'm still looking for like one other person that isn't a complete fake That didn't grow up complaining, and had every opportunity handed their way Or they didn't have like infinite state programs to lift their weight And let me guess, you don't see that so it doesn't exist But you believe in God and other mythical creatures and Jesus You have no fucking clue what oppression is You have no idea what adversity is Grow the fuck up little kid You don't even support your local community You don't even support an American hero What do you do again Let me guess, you have more friends, and you do it on the back of a bunch of Mexicans Or working class people, ethnics You have no integrity or ethics If there is a heaven, why would you think any of you are going there You're a slaver You think there are any slavers in heaven You're a Nazi You think there are any Nazis up there And you're a liar, and you're passive aggressive And you're fake, and you're every single negative connotation And you get paid way too much, and you don't deserve a single vacation But again, this is just someone that puts effort into life I don't we don't really agree on that, we're not of the same strife You don't know what it's like to get beat You don't know what it's like to get bullied You don't know what it's like to be scammed You don't know what it's like to be shut out You don't know what it's like to have your name slandered You don't know what it's like to be stalked You don't know what it's like to go through fucking anything

Prod. Cessna Lyrics: Yea I need you I'm better when I'm with you We've been through it Oh, I'm better when I'm with you, yea A snap of the fingers won't make me snap out of it Yea we've been through too much to call it quits now I better calm myself down Don't call her a bitch, that's my baby She knows I don't drive a Mercedes But she'll stay with me as long as I know who I am And that's forever So I guess I got her in the camp You don't need to put our love under no lamps I know I'm her man Cmon baby, let's dance I always catch your flow and you get mine back I love your legs and you love my back Watch me spin, I'll put you in a trance Don't get too attached The night is just starting baby We gotta warm up just a little bit Come take a hit Take a hint Now let me see your footwork baby Show me how you brought me in Let's make em jealous, just a little bit We're matching our auras Our flow is just going It's all natural and everybody knows it Hey no, yea, don't put it on me, not yet I got a little project Let me see you pop it Yea, throw a little bop in Then I'm back on offense Let me give a little bit of content Ooo yea, I get all the comments That's a different type of compliment When they praise you up or clown your man But we both know these kind of games We've been through it We don't need to mess with none of that We too queued Yea we've been choosing Everybody else been losing Yea, see us together, and they might lose it Our whole thing fluid The longest distance, I flew it Yea they really wish I posted you But we both know that's not how we grew Cmon baby, show me that move Show me that move that got me to come over to you Uff, let me regroup And I'll be back with a little bit of action In this club, it's just me and you Now let me show you how a G do I'ma let you eat but let me feed you You treated me, now I teach you

Prod. REY PANDORA / BEATS Lyrics: Man fuck what Bobby Portis said about Milwaukee. There's plenty to do here at night. You just can't be a woosie. Woosie. Oh you're from Chicago? Woosie. Wahwahwahwah oh it's scary out here in Milwaukee. You can't stand on your own, you're a woosie You gotta run to your wife or husband, you're a woosie You gotta ask your kids something, you're a woosie You can't wear a condom, you're a woosie You had kids, now you complain about em, you're a woosie You had an office job and you fucked it up, woosie You can't even say how you feel, woosie I'd say wussup but I already know what it is, woosie You're a bigot, woosie Old fatass, woosie Old hairflipping, woosie You have no style, woosie Fake accent, woosie Faggot can't even eat a pussy I'm smoking gas, woosie College grad, woosie All that and I'll whoop your ass, woosie You waste all your cash, woosie You stuck in the past, woosie You ain't independent, woosie You had your job handed to you, woosie You're an American, woosie You're embarrassing, woosie You weren't beat growing up, you weren't bullied in school You didn't have no scholarships You start something and call it quits You weren't scammed by the government All that and you have no international hits Woosie, you're pushy You're impatient, you need vacations You say you can't understand what they're saying You have a small brain, woosie You were born with everything, plus change, woosie You don't even have a gun for protection, woosie You started getting old in your 20s You're boring, woosie You don't stand on nothing Always walking on pins and needles, typing and deleting You're passive aggressive, woosie You're a lair, woosie You need God, woosie Won't even allow me my rights by the law, woosie Old UW woosie Wisconsin woosie Midwest woosie American woosie You're not a don, woosie You deal drugs, woosie You're taking pics every time you're in the hood, woosie You gotta curse all the time and be perverted Wahwahwah, I gotta learn, woosie You all ganged up on Clifton Grefe, woosie All against one, once again, woosie You don't even smoke kush You're afraid of the bush Side eyed looks Bright eyed with tits You're afraid of the water You're afraid of the ice You're afraid of the cold You're afraid of the snow Your face without makuep, and toes, and clothes You're deadass afraid of what you'd be if you weren't a ho You have no goals You're afraid of going down that road cause you'd fold You can't take an L, and you can't accept gold You call people retarded because you're slow Pretend folks And you hate someone's nose And you're always saying gross You're a woosie Down to your soul, you're a woosie You're never ready to go, you're a woosie You'd hop right up on that pole, you're a woosie Always playing doppelgängers, clones, you're a woosie You need a lightskin yellowbone, you're a woosie You always gotta fix your jones, you're a woosie 9-5 and then you go home, woosie You don't got your own flow, you're a woosie Ok der Bob? Haha. Ok Bob? Bobby?

Prod. REY PANDORA / BEATS Lyrics: Delta 8 is not good enough, pathetic loser. Grow up, boy. Girl. Cmon. Don't give me that fake weed delta 8 shit when I'm expecting some real weed I can tell the difference you fucking gimmick This is not my medicine Fake friends trying to sell it off on me They're like, "Well I don't really mind if it's not legalized" And obviously they have no Black friends And they don't know anyone that's been through the system Always bitching and whining about some little shit Like that doesn't go hand in hand with racist They're like, "Well I don't like the smell" Again, they are a racist Ask them how they feel about Blacks or Mexicans Especially if they're White or Asian You're gonna learn real quick Americans are fucking pigs "Ya, I like rap, especially if it's like Macklemore or Kendrick" "But what about like White rapper, or this White rapper, or this White rapper, if you're White?" "And what about this Black rapper, and this Black rapper, and this Black rapper, if you're Black?" They purposely enclose themselves inside a box And anyone that steps outside that box is goofy or sad Holy cow Wisconsin is full up with dumbass rednecks And city schlicks not worth a shit The type that thinks they're intelligent because they didn't hit the books Or they scammed someone out of their whole look Or they just sit inside safely all day like a typical American woman And anytime it's 4:20, or they hear the word green, heeheehee They're stuck in the War on Drugs and the 70s I gave these people like 30 years to learn something simple, now they're dead to me Let me guess, they have a lot of these parroted phrases that they use repetitively Who are all these completely meaning people voting against weed in 2025 Really Let me guess, you've been handed everything your whole life or you're a country bumpkin And bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, God loves you, or something And you'll get into heaven because of your complete fuckery Or something, or whatever, that's how they treat everything Ooo a bunch of Whities in Madison versus the Blackies in Milwaukee Or what is it again And then the Brownies will jump in like "Well what about me and my dumbass clique and my stupid kin" Their anti-independent, Pubs and Dems, hers and hims They're like, "Well move to Canada then" These terrorists are everywhere Filling the air with poison constantly They're like, "Drink Wisconsinbly" If we cleared these people from the face of the Earth we'd be living in a utopia But that's not how their favorite book goes written by that one cunt And they read a synopsis of a study, so now they're real intelligent Or something sarcastic, they might as well be made out of plastic They're like, "Well we don't need to get drastic" And that comes with anything that requires even just the little tiniest bit of action And the fascists are like, "It's not that deep, scope creep" I mean if God needs a sacrifice, please use these sheep They have less worth than sheep They have less worth than sheets Soft as Peeps You know the kind that shows their ballsack through their jeans They're like, "Ya but one time I was in the city or the country and something bad happened to me" "And as a fill in the blank type of person, I feel like yaaa" And then they get mad about how they sound so they make up a different accent They say the same things but with different rhetoric Perverted into something sexual I can't wait til we got working bots to show off how stupid yall are They're like, "But don't you know that weed makes you droopy eyed" The potential for weed is far and wide So again, why Is it again the Jews, Catholics, and Baptists With a little bit of atheist for flavor They're like, "Xenophobia, because he said something, and I don't like his demeanor" Something about a penis or a wiener, or a butthole, or a jackass Or something involving an ass or a penis Holy cow yall are the real tweeners You don't know what you mean and you don't know what you believe in...

Prod. @BigBagFTSlime Lyrics: Ooo, I found a new addiction It's you I had a vision Bad bitches, I can't get you out my mind Please give me another chance I've been on the low with you for too long And I know you don't want to live that loner life Bad bitches, whatever you want, I'll get it Once I get you alone, good riddance And we can take a picture, it'll be real niche I'm off the smoke, and you'll be off the liquor Give me a chance to get in, and I'll create a fissure Hehe, I heard your little giggle, I like it how you wiggle Yea everything you do baby, we can do it bigger And no I'll never test ya unless it's your rhythm Yea I ain't gon bow bow ya baby I really like your style baby So let me get you out of town baby Let me take you somewhere, outer space or anywhere Bad bitches, I can't get you out my mind Please give me another chance I've been on the low with you for too long And I know you don't want to live that loner life Life is made for two, let's go on a cruise Where'd you get those shoes, I really like em on you Yea I got my own collection too, a real life of a loner Yea I'm real nice but I might get dicey on ya Cook you some dinner or take you to the casino We can be alone, I don't need to show you off You're one of a kind, you could never have a clone Now throw me a bone baby, I'm just a dog trying to get on home Ooo bad bitches That's my addiction

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats Lyrics: Dame el espacio y voy a tweak Fuck the state and fuck the police Yall dont know nothing about grief I've been in the streets like a piece I've been in the lab like a geek I got my own pad like a G Tell your bitch to come over and freak I just seen her OF leaks, like OMG I'm cold to the toes on my feet Bold as a Sharpie I don't fuck with plastic Barbies I like thick women with a purpose Oh is that you, you deserve this I was troubleshooting, I found a purpose Ay upvote me on the server I'm taking over, I'm a worm, I'm a glitch I'm not a black hat hacker but I rock black hats cause I'm active I used to move little sacks, but now I don't do none of that Ay I'm a doc, I'll get you prescribed Click the follow button online I hit the pen and I'm thinking up rhymes I need more money, I've spent enough time I'm schlick but I ain't on schlime Ay brudder, I'm smoking that pine I'm a penguin, I just learned to fly Single and I got my own ride, I'm fine I just got tested and I'm virile Better go back to the fish in the barrel Russian roulette and I'm picking a barrel Slavic, I'm always going through perils I'm good with a bow, like Daryl Crazy adventures like Harold All you little haters are sterile Dame todas las Iberas My vision is good, I'm eating plenty of carrots I don't fuck with bots, NPC's, or parrots You all are obsessed with who's who of parents Or who's glaring I've been on a mission like it's merited Like it's a dare I am a paragon, Alaska to Maryland I am the leader of the pack like Aragorn Always get stopped with my carry on Hitting these runs like a marathon I've been in the back of the picture with my middle finger up We can kick it like Figueroa I'm good for your skin like aloe vera And if you got a feature request, I'll send it up I appreciate you but I'm in a rush I'm in the city and I'm in the cut Shout out the women with nice butts Tight waists and organic faces I'm in the same bucket Fit thick, yea I'm a lush Yea I love looking but can I touch Let me get a little bit of love I'm only fucking with 7's and above And if you rate me lower, then you are with Trump You are dumb Pick up the ball when they're trying to punt I go for it all, I ain't some little runt For a 90's baby, I'm way out of pocket These people my age are not really rocking I'm head banging, just came from a concert I really love dancers, I really love poppers So if you can move, then please get on me Women have always been my homies They're like, 'What's this mission we're on Beef?' I'm like, it's Clifton, you can check the description My palate is diversified I'll get you high like a perc and a line Ain't a single hater that's a person of mine Yea, flipping the beat and I'm keeping it going If you got a request, then phone in Quit flipping your hair like Conan You ain't really going in Healthy lifestyle, yea a motherfucker going in Don't ask me who the poet is What is this practice, I don't use AI 70K users on my website monthly What are you going to do when I have money You've been sitting around this whole time, acting funny Playing games, gin rummy Too many seasons, Always Sunny Most of these cookies are crumby So many bars and I've been on the inside for a little bit But I ain't trying to claim But all that time was a waste Sitting in my cell block praying A college graduate with a global sensation And I'm still waiting on my payment The key to the city, I should've been gaven My hometown, my haven But a bunch of Whities, yea they love slavery And their rainbow friends ain't any greater Almost every single one of their conversations is complaining And they're your favorite Have you ever met a celebrity, they're basic Ooo, so cutting edge, Ascics And they mentioned the basement Man, if we just had an AI tool for measuring fakeness Fascists worried about losing their faces Not giving one single second to my case And obviously they have no patience They grew up without ever having to wait...

Prod. REY PANDORA Lyrics: They're like, 'you can't talk like that, you can't talk like that' 'White boy' They're like, 'you can't talk like that, you can't talk like that' 'You're poor' You ain't saying none, you can't talk like that You're boring Your mouth is shut, you can't talk like that You're so corny They have the vocabulary of a fascist grammar Nazi That's why they tell the cultured to stop talking They have nothing to offer They're just fake people that put their God and dog first They say you can't say grammar Nazi, and then they call you a Nazi Remember, they transpose and interpolate, that's what they do And sarcastic everything, that's their whole crew And that's what supposedly makes them cool How stupid these people are, it's cruel They've been handed everything their whole life But 'nuh uh, because something about shoes' Or some other self-retarded ruse Man these fake folks really have less worth than goop 'You can't talk like that, you can't talk like that' All praise the Jews, right Or is the Catholics, or the Baptists, or some other oppressive faction Man, none of yall have any passion You just act it That's why they always stand against aggression And find more ways to be passive They're like, 'you can't talk like that, you can't talk like that' 'White boy' They're like, 'I'm calling my mom, I'ma call my dad' Like a boy You can't talk for none, you can't speak for shit By choice They don't know the streets, so they say it's all gibberish Cliches by definition Y tambien hablo y no puedes hacer nada pararme I'm an omnivore, I'm ripping the carne Ooo, that's was off topic, I must be retarded Or so they say right And something about gay rights They're not smart, they're not nice, they're not fun, they're not right They really live for this shit all day and all night Yea coasties and suburbanites White hos and Jersey Mike's Always in tight clothes and jerseys like They're not a bunch of leeches and parasites Making jokes about the paralyzed Because they have curly hair and pair of blue eyes What are the ethnic groups most known for lying again Oh that's right Oh yea the far left, Midwest Or far right, Mideast, that's right Or is that reversed, like your people do Running around like some Pikachu's You're like, 'you can't use those words' And they go use some different words They're name callers, it's petty They're not scientists, they're not ready They're actors, that's why they're steady And they've been doing this forever, that's why they're breaded All their Mediterranean brethren Of course they don't believe in heaven They've been spoon fed since they were incepted Obviously they're going to call the working class the devil They're never had to go through it Living their life out like a movie That they produced, on the backs of me and you They like to cherry pick, they're very picky, they like to pick and choose Pretend sweet and hearty, that's how they fake the rue They make and break the rules Just listen to the radio when you're on a cruise Listen to a congressional hearing Or turn on any kind of news Yea they've had me in the noose and many others too They like to flip flop and switch groups Rape and attack the brood Because somebody in their ancestry worked on shoes Or the videogame Doom They don't even consider different types of ancient runes But they love child beauty pageants And they're big fans of grooming They're like, 'We love you but there's just no room' Their accent is the definition of the privilege accent And the actions they take are Nazi fascist They're like, 'Oxford dictionary or else' 'AP style or else it doesn't like matter and who cares' And this is what yall call leaders The ones putting poison in feeders Soldier Tweeters And 'you can't wear a beater'

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats Lyrics: Fuck it, I'm going in, and I don't need no warrant Cause I know you call me the police or a Nazi but I'm not That's a hard pill to swallow, I got your stomach up in knots And I've found fossils, I've found geodes, but I've never sold a rock You don't want to know how many bitches have sucked up on this cock And I still ain't found a spitter yet but I believe in the thot They're like, 'Leave him to God' All these sludgesacks want me to rot Fake news thickens the plot And the bigots stay at the top I mean which one of these handed everything since birth bitches Is supposed to impress me anyway They have no accomplishments and they think they're Ernest Hemingway They had to put in a little work and then they'd make it all the way to greatness But would still complain And then reverse everything on me, and interpolate, that's their way None of you understand adversity, otherwise I would've been paid And how many years did you have to work manual slave labor jobs Until you got an office job in your 30s, I'll wait We're not straight We're not good We're not ok If it comes down to it, I'm taking the biggest gun I own Pointing it at your face and spraying And remember, when I say something I mean it I'm not you, I'm not a lame And remember, all that privilege and you bought what, cars and chains And I'm the one who's insane And I'm the one who's had to work to get paid And I'm the one who's graduated from college twice, and you ain't Still whining about some cunt like she's a saint Some manchild who won't go away Criticizing my art because I don't paint Why would I not be treating yall like stains The edgiest things yall have to say involve something around a taint I'm omnivorous, I'm feeding my brain And by the way, I do not believe some White Jew freed any slaves I believe that is a very huge mistake And if you're Black, you know this like is the same old type of game they play How many times do I gotta tell yall I'm mostly Norwegian So stop getting it confused, and remember we're all the same race This goes out to you stupid uneducated racists And this country is going nowhere unless you learn these things By the way, I got a little bling bling and now the ladies sing to me Throw on the expensive Jordans and they'll buy me food too They're like, 'But is he a part of the Brew Crew' Baseball is boring and I don't drink but I'll go if I'm in the mood You are too small to walk a mile in my shoes Plus you're fat or flabby and I don't really find that attractive I'm looking for the reason yall love America so much and back it Why your politics are backwards And why you can't back anything up with stats I've been through it actual I've been in the wrong tax bracket, while yall sit back and laugh Working jobs you didn't deserve, let's unpack that Roll up a fat sack with the fat cats And see if they can say anything intelligent without referencing ass Perverted and undeserving, yea that's America at it's best Present through past, look at historical facts America is just another one of these empires that's going to fall for the best I don't think this country could have any worse ethics And everyone disabled except me is special And they keep the scams on me, like several And why do yall keep getting confused that I'm a heterosexual And why did yall start calling me gay when I was like 7 Obsessed with heaven and hell And not what's existing in real life, here now Put the fiction down, read some non fiction for once Try to build your social skills punk Before you die another dumbass pointless lunk The most interesting thing you can feel is drunk I'm still afloat, your ship's sunk I'm always on go, maybe you did once And you're not fun, so you call anyone serious not fun And you're clueless about guns, delusional about any kind of run Basking in privilege, yea you're not going to outlast the fascists though That's your team and you cashed in I mean yall started the whole crab in the bucket thing...

Prod. @OlderAlen Lyrics: I can tell from the front that you're perfect All those layers on like parfait Your voice is something like a mermaid And if you turned around, I bet you got something to work with Baby I'll eat that pussy like some jerky I bet I'll take it down by the 3rd date I know you're kinda tired from your working But we all got jobs, you gotta learn this Where you been all my life baby I've been on a strike from that demon pussy lately They say I have bad taste in women But that's not like me It's just a lot of hos like me It's like I strike em with lightning It's like it's in my piping I can tell from a top level analysis that you could be my wifey I'm just trying to give a little background, a little lighting Don't fight me I'm a nice man, don't bite me I'm a left brain and a righty Like a chess game and then fighting I can tell from the front that you're fine shyt You want to play hide-n-seek, you know I'm gon find it If a tree falls in the woods, I'm pining Split the bill when we're dining Shut the fuck up with your whining I did my ex's so good, they self-retarded themselves I swear to God, they were smart, and then they departed themselves Like it's in their cells Like they heard I was in a cell and then they ran like hell Baby I'm in good health with a good smell I don't know if you could tell I like my chances, heads or tails And you never posted bail but oh well Just goes to show yall are all smells, you're all fails You all stabbed me in the back and ran with your coat tails I can tell from the front that you got ass Oh baby, spin around, show me you got that You proved that's your only worth, yea I got that You're all hos flipping magic tricks with your top hats I can tell from the front that you got some I heard you got a lot of diss tracks, let me hear you drop one Or are you just another passenger princess with a fake shotgun Yea and then we eat all up, potluck The scammers got to you, didn't they, I can tell From the way you can't make eye contact I can tell they rang your bell Now you got fucked by a fascist n you gotta live with that But he's fascist, so you got his back, and I guess that's that I can tell from the front you could be perfect I wouldn't have you in any other version And no and I don't need you to be a virgin I know you've probably been with a lot of derpees Baby I'll eat it up like some curry I need every last drop like a Slurpee We'll go up and down like a burpee Baby I'll show you ecstasy, don't worry I need a new batch, I need a new group I need a new catch, I need a new loop Where the women at that don't droop I've been eating my fruit like I'm supposed to do Or are you all just prostitutes

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats Lyrics: My parents were gonna name my brothers or myself 'Brooke' if we were a girl. Ironically, I've been with more Brooke's than any other named woman. Ayyy Brookie, Brookie, Brookie, I gotcha Whoosh, Brookie, ayyy, Brookie Wet up, Brookie, slap that, Brookie Wet up, Brookie, I got you, Brookie She always keeps it wet like a brook Ayyy I couldn't make this up in a book Ayyy I've been with so many Brooke's, man I'm cooked Whoo, she got that smoke I'm bout to blow that soot Yea head to her toes, she's a brook Green eyes, fat ass, she ain't a rook She's so wet when she sees me, she's like whoosh Pretty lips, tight waist, and the ahhh She's a Brooke Dirty muhfucka, she will push Tender little bitty, she turn to mush She did good Talking over the phone and she got freaky She told me she's rubbing on me her pussy, I'm like 'Jesus' She goes to church more than I do, how can I be her preacher She really loves the cowgirl, I'm like 'Girl I'm not a cowboy' She likes to wrastle and get rowdy Ayyy next time bring a friend and let's get crowded Fat pussy, ushy gooshy, beatiful smile, I wish she would she I love her style, she's sweet like pudding Down for whatever and I'm like 'Goodie' She got them Ciara 'Goodies' I really can't say enough about that cookie But we had fun doing other stuff Going on dates and doing the lovey dove How could you forget that fun we had Don't be an ugly one You're an inspiration How bout we all get together and take a vacation Trifecta Ooo baby, you're laking, you're really going, like the ocean You were so wet it was crazy baby Had to wipe off my face with a hankerchief Took a hit of the piff and relaxed Now flip over now it's time for your back She get to sucking and slobbering the max Afterwards I'll take you to TJ Maxx Yea we can get popping and flex Cause I don't need much but St. Vincent's And you showed me your house, that's respect I know you really wanted me all the way in And there's nothing that I would redact Except we shoulda fucked more in the past Ay I love you, I'll never forget you But if you know anyone with your name, give me their digits I'm still living the picture You could say it's an addiction, how much I love women And it ain't a riddle I'm just saying, I'm in a pickle All of these women of different ethnicities, and I'm in the middle I'm lifting three times my body weight, like I'm a beetle I'm sneaking through that little door like I'm a beagle Oh Brookie, Brooklyn, B-Mo, Brookie BB, Booty B, Brooklyn, hey BB Brooklyn, hebibi, hey Brookie, Brookie Brooke, Brookie, B, hey baby Brooklyn, Brooklyn, hey baby, hebibi Hey Brooklyn, hey Brooke, hey Brooke, hey Brooklyn Hey Brookie, hey Brooke I'll wet ya up, I'll get ya up, I'll flex it up, I've had enough I'll fed it up, I'll wet it up

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats Lyrics: Big shout out to Sonia, Caitlin, and Sarina. Yall gave me the inspiration that I needed to go out and find these delicious trios of women. Thank you. I look for women in groups of 3, cause one is not enough for me Trifecta There's a few reasons why they called me Beef Trifecta One of em gotta look like that chick off Angie Tribeca One of em gotta have red hair like she's a straight up leprechaun And one of em gotta remind me of Mia Khalifa but she's more Indian Listen, I think about yall all the time So if you ever want to fuck to pass the time Do you wanna have a little glass of wine I swear to God I'd drink again for yall Trifecta Koosh, I'll wet ya up This aint Johnny Sins, I'm sexier Pause, I'll hit it secular Missionary then I'll baptize you Have yall fighting over a pecking order Oh you're hungry, I'll put in a Checkers order I'll change you up like a penny sorter I used to fuck a chick that looked like Penny Coco Had her pulling Black chicks for us in a threesome like a Henny social Trifecta To the young ones, you gotta try better I fucked this fat bitch with her friend watching Now she got skinny, that's a go getter Heyyy, and now she looks like Chrisean Rock I don't fuck with White, Black, or Brown bitches That fuck with white, black, or brown, bitches I like em clean when I'm pounding it You got a friend or something, let's rock There's plenty room on this ah Before she start sucking, she say bismillah And I don't even play guitar Trifecta When I'm done with a woman, she's like 'Oh my God' I'm like, 'I'm not God, and I know that's a common misconception I made it myself' But praise up to my sexual health I've been putting these women through heaven and hell Giving em all of myself I'll be fucking one, she'll tell the other one help I am not a minute man, I am not twelve I am not a man that you put on the shelf And I'll fuck her up when I start speaking Spanish She like, 'Oh I didn't know you spoke a different language' And Latinas don't really seem to like threesomes Otherwise I'd get into it But these Thai and Chinese freaks, I'm really into em Trifecta One of my only regrets is not fucking more of you hos for real But now I'm getting in gym zaddy body and I'm getting looks like 'What's the deal' Maybe they need more anxiety pills Here I got some, I'm prescribed the shit I had to find some new hos cause the old ones formed a cult on me As soon as I post em, they go postal on em Like they got postpartum Just cause I did the poster on em I had em screaming like they had a ghost sighting I go swimming in that water like Poseidon Got em gritting their teeth like Kiera Knightley Yea pleasure and pain is a fine line And I give em all of mine, all ah Trifecta Clifton Gravy, I'll hit you with that scepter Old girl was having a malfunction, I had to adjust her receptors Like what's your problem, do I gotta fuck your friend first or what So many chicks, I swear to God, they treat a pussy smell like pheromones You gotta show it off Wear it on your neck and cuffs Yea shout out to the sluts Fit guts and big butts I like em fit thick, yea real strong, yea yum yum No dum dums They damn near overpower me tryna fuck Trifecta I've been with so many women, they think I'm dirty But I just got tested, I'm clean as a virgin Off White, like I'm Abloh, Virgil Smooth and hard, like the back of a turtle Give me your heart or I'll have to burgle So Midwest but don't call me a burger I'm with the bovines, I'm a Nerfherder I don't care if you're an accountant or server Baby don't be nervous I'm looking for an uno, dos, and a tercer I outlined your body with the cursor I'm kind of obsessed with your person Slide in her DMs like a lurker I'm just trying to plant some seeds for further You can call me a geek or a nerd But I'm at the peak, I'm a bird I don't care what sect is your church I'm in love with the women of the Earth Let's get freaky like its a cirque...

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: By now, you should know a little bit about me. That is, if you've been listening. I'm a vibe, uh uh, I'm a vibe, uh uh You're alive, uh uh, and they lie, oh hey I'm a vibe, uh uh, I'm a vibe, uh uh I'm alive, hey hey, I'm still alive, yea I've been working on a bigger me, they're trying to trigger me They're kind of vinegary, like their head's been pickling I've been on a different diet, you can check my kitchen sink Y'all been on something fishy and I've been not jjigging it I mean digging it, sorry if you're a little kid None of these adults ain't doing shit, figures Little itchy bugs chewing on my skin, chiggers Perverts want to know what I did, with her I keep it G if you want to stay clean I fucked her deep and I know she did scream And cream and do all that shit you don't believe I treat her like a queen, she treats me like beef Not a single emcee can come close to touching me Especially not the unsigned ones that never had a 360 or nothing And now they're just ducking me Fascists want me to give it up before justice And I don't even really rap about guns or drugs Man some of these faggots might just need a hug But why do I got to be the one giving out all the love Every time I'm on to something, they pull the rug I'm staying positive, I just tested negative again Man on my journey, I've seen several dead All these snakes, you gotta sever the heads No hand outs, I just need a motherfucking chance And I don't need to cover my face in makeup to look decent I'm a real person, not just a piece of one I mean when is the last time that they seen me recently And didn't take pics from a distance like a bitch Shout out to my new gig, it's been real legit I hope y'all are listening in, I'm real sick Try to consume something, don't be a tick I'm a vibe, don't ruin it Tap in. Listen. Absorb. Ya know, digest. You gotta put some effort in if you want to progress. Ya know what I'm saying? So give your heart, I give you mine all the time. I'm a vibe. I'm a vibe

Prod. @OlderAlen Lyrics: You gotta learn some of these Milwaukee dances folks. A lot of dancing going on out here. Do the 50 dance, even though I only got a 38, 9, and 45 You know I'm working on that 556 But give me a minute, it's kind of expensive Do the 50 dance like I'm Curtis Jackson Nah fuck that, do the 50 dance like I'm 50k RealStasher Do the 50 dance like a tweaked out Michael Jackson Do the 50 dance like you just broke her back on the mattress Welcome to the show, I'm burning gas like a scatpack Man I've been only my lonely, I think I need an ass to tag Let's go to a different planet and then plant a NASA flag And we can do some table games but I don't do baccarat Or how about some food or whatever makes you happy fast I'm looking for a JuJu Watkins to really get some baskets with And I'd say I love all women but that really comes with an asterisk Some of yall are nasty bitches, with nasty words, and nasty snatch With an ass that'll give me an asthma attack But listen kids, it aint worth it Keep dancing, do the jerk and shit All these hos have unrealistic expectations for a man Doing my 50 dance, I don't need to grit and shit Never even touched 10k but I'm owed millions Do the 50 dance, you gotta stay happy with it Fascists around every corner, trying to take your feelings But back to the ass smacks I'm looking for a booty that's fit but gelatinous So fat I gotta hold it up like Atlas I'm looking for a bitch to match my snatchness You can check my resume and check the statlist I've been a winner since a kid I just don't got my cash yet Do the 50 dance with my buffs on And I don't really wear shades but I had to go in Get a knockoff brand, save the money, and rock that I'm from the middle of Wisconsin like Rockfest I'm like Thor how I drop in, fuck that pop shit Tupac with the bald head, I'm balling like Rawlings I hear all your hate but this is my calling They have had my number, they can call me You made the wrong person rich and that's not on me So don't come up to me after all this and get on me We're not homies Do the 50 dance, yea yea Do the 50 dance, cmon Do the 50 dance, let's get it Do the 50 dance, yea

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: God complex, they say I'm a narcissist They call me a sociopath, they won't let me comment They diagnose me with everything, as long as I don't get SSI Or any kind of DEI For me, they're anti-equality, opportunity, and rights They're all in on Quincy's scam from beginning to end And they love libel and slander, they'll never give in And they're lazy, but nuh uh because they said Their whole persona is stupid, dead Jealous because they never got groupie sex They're loopy in the head They learned a dictionary word and now they're super rad Yea and go red, like Superbad A bunch of honkies and uncle toms in a school that's 'not so bad' They're like 'But what's your problem, I thought you were happy Didn't you find like us stealing all your money, and scamming Was really what you wanted in the end' And they're actually this stupid where they really meant this The type to die laughing at a Coke and a Mentos They see fascism and slavery and they're like 'Oh but what about the praying mantis' 'And what about those people that drink Fantas' 'And what about geomancers' 'And what about cancer' They're anti-efficiency, anti-get it done today They're anti-triage and they don't know how to delegate I mean DOGE is just goon bait Trump is just another redneck roommate And the democrats are still in love with slavery They call this gibberish because they don't know how to critical think The same type of people to whine that I don't drink Complain that I don't got a ring Grip to pagan religions And sneaky link They got a low IQ so they say I stink I'm multitalented so they say I can't make a decision Concentrating on who is pretty and who is gritty And that's how they fill their posishies They're so stupid. They're like, 'Really?' 'Really?' 'But really?'

Prod. @BigBagFTSlime Lyrics: Gotta stay sharp, you better step correctly Don't doze off, you gotta watch your neck here This is the Midwest, you better go respect it In the hood I am protected, but I ain't gon test it Gotta watch out for those random Lexus' and sexists To be a man, you gotta have some mess ups But they think they're perfectionists I stay pristine, Mr. Clean Don't throw tomatoes, lycopene I'm just getting my green beans, don't be a pinchin I'm staying schlick, what's the schtick I'm laying bricks, don't be a brick I'm on like a bitch, don't get it twisted You gotta risk it for the biscuit Get your ticket, you gotta rip it Take a chance and flip it You gotta go for the diamonds and gold And forget the bigots I'm just getting some traction, so where's the action at I've been moving some things around, now I got a planned attack It's not all black and white like a panda's back I need more perfectly polished and sanded plaques And as the country moves more towards private militias Maybe we should form our own pack attack Or am I a terrorist for even asking that I'm an American, I'm fighting the fascists back I'm ready, this ain't no time for glazed up pillow talk Play this from the city to the cornstalks I'm ready, I'll blaze a motherfucker if he's ready They're stuck in the outer space and the 70s It's time to get our nation together with brevity Brotherly love or whatever it is And stop treating people like untouchables and 'never again's Try to see with some clarity Because y'all should be motherfucking embarrassed These sharks are everywhere, they're not just Under Paris And they blame everything on the government or their parents I would say peace is needed but y'all still ain't handled the Beef shit And y'all can say I'm washed or I lost it all you want But I'm a leader and once I get my money you'll believe in it Cliff G

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: *Psh* The report is in: The bustdowns are everywhere. The bustdowns are everywhere. Beware. *Psh* Yea she's a bustdown, she's just getting around She think she's one of the guys, but they're just there to bust her down She got her daddy's money, but she took the bus down She got all that fake adversity, yea she's a bustdown She pretends she knows the streets because she's always protected by men But nuh uh because she said And she sucked a bunch of dicks, so she 'really knows men' She shakes her ass in the club a lot, so she 'knows what they want' And she had a bunch of office job opportunities, but she fucked em all up Or she has one and pretends that she doesn't She got the opportunity from a man But she talks shit about men and the government She's a dead fish in bed but she has sex a lot She should have some more practice, she should really be a thot And she is but she isn't, that's what she said And I mean I guess that's their whole religion She's a bustdown, yea she's huge on TikTok She's a bustdown, yea she's big on the Gram And if you call her out, she'll just say that you're hating Kind of moderately fit and a millionaire on Only Fans Yea bustdown, they're all racist bigots Wear a rubber when you fuck one of these bustdowns Especially the White ones, especially the White ones Wear a rubber when you fuck one of these bustdowns Especially the White ones, especially the White ones Wear a rubber when you fuck a bustdown Especially the White ones, especially the White ones And the Mexicans, they're kinda White, they're kinda light So wear protection when you fuck a bustdown Wear protection when you fuck a bustdown Bust down, bus her down, hit a bustdown, bust her down Bust down, bus her down, bustdown

Prod. @OlderAlen Lyrics: They're like, 'It was cute until...". Haha. They were never cute. It's Clifton, everybody know I'm the jump off point Even if I'm coming off the bench, I'm coming up with points A lot of cheers and points They're like, 'There he goes, that voice' They're still stuck on mids and joints And I only say that to make a points Shout out to everyone going through it Shout out my migos too I hope we can all get some justice And find the legal truth I mean we've all done something illegal And we've all concealed our identity for this or that reason So to say immigrants from this or that season Are this or that much more seasoned is just straight treason I don't care what region you're from And the way yall celebrate violence in the media Particularly guns We might as well ditch religion for a religion of guns I mean we can't even smoke weed No wonder we're drunk as fuck These demagogues like Trump are taking over But I guess they've always been the populous So who am I to speak out, that's not popular I'm supposed to just stand there like an NPC, a poplar Uh yea, I saw the forecast on the doppler Who am I voting for, I had to check the stocks first Who entertains me at the concerts Who puts their life in on this car work Yes and it's death to all scammers Even the corporations like Target They'll be quick to call me a communist Or write me off as a mark or a target With no intention to take anything farther Victimizing themselves into sickness with privilege Sounds like the new Midwest, idn't it But it won't be by my doing, and not on my watch Give me the lie detector, give me the polyglot You gon find out that you owe me a whole lot Yet you hind behind stipulations, and statutes of limitations And social media, and everything like vacation And any other reason to say we gotta wait But what did I learn I learned that your people love to complain Stand in the way, be naughty and misbehave Take insecurities to the grave And then, 'Ooo, quick pray' These Americans are always, 'Oopsie', and like then it goes away or something like that. What a crazy mindset.

Prod. @olderalen Ft. @AyooLii Lyrics: She called me once and said 'I want it' I picked up and said 'how much' She didn't say nothing so I hung up Now she's calling me back Asking my friends where I've been at She needs me She called me up and she was fienin She said 'I'm drunk' and I believe her I hooked her up, I couldn't leave her Now I'm all in my head, should I hit Or is she with the police [AyooLii] This feeling in my gut, I got this thought inside my head I don't know who this bitch be around I think she's trying to set me up now I think she's trying to do some shit, I'll bust her down Fuck a fishscale, I'll turn into a bloodhound I'll get a bitch to come 100 times 14 karat gold teeth baby I be blinging out Try to set me up, I'll kill you both But I choose a separate route That bitch fienin, she trying to link me I just met you bitch, what you trying to send me for I got blood on my shoes, I got blood on yours Baby I can't be your man, I got more money than yours In the kitchen cooking chicken with my bitch, doing chores Wake up in the morning and I'm sipping on some porridge All this bacon and your bitch wanna muck me more They bitch wanna set me up cause I got money galore I don't wanna be your man, I got more money than yours I don't wanna be that nigga cause I heard he was poor

Prod. @BigBagFtSlime Lyrics: I've been waiting to reveal this dance. So you need no prior knowledge of basketball, but it may help. I'll say that ahead of time. Prepare yourself, stretch out. We're gonna need a little bit of room. Alright. Fuck the world, let's move I got a little treat for you tonight It's a dance, and it goes like this Side to side, we dribble side to side Side to side, we go side to side Do the crossover, through the legs Do the crossover, go side to side Gotta rim run it, take a charge with it Gotta barge with it, go in with it Go full steam, go back with it Gotta go in, you gotta get your team Take a shot, now pop Put it in, at the rim Take a shot, get it off Get it in, take off Now fall back, now fall back You gotta fall back, get back on D You gotta fall back, fall back Fall back, fall back on D Alright we're gonna do that again. But pay attention this time. Now that we had one practice. Let's go. Side to side, now we moving side to side Let's go side to side, now we moving side to side Let's go through the legs, through the legs Let's go around the back, around the back You gotta go in, you gotta go in You gotta attack, you gotta fall back You go in, you gotta lean You gotta move, you gotta dream Make a lay, make a trey Make a three, make a two You gotta hit your shot, hit your shot You gotta hit your shot, hit your shot Fall back, get back Get back on D, get back Fall back, get back Get back on D, get back Now freestyle Go ahead freestyle Get it, get it, this is Clifton

Prod. Dreyy Did This Lyrics: It's damn near considered an act of a vigilante simply standing as a man They wouldn't be eating if it wasn't for their bigotry or scams And obviously they won't stand on that And that's your favorite person on the internet They will lose their shit about a cigarette See someone all roided up and say 'he's getting reps' Hear someone having fun and tell them to 'give it a rest' This is you and your religion at its best Average at its best Rats infected with avarice And if he's got a butt or boobies, then grab his chest And if he speaks up, then grab his neck Yea these American hos are obsesses with fascist dick If anything goes wrong, they say a man did it And if he doesn't like a finger up the ass then he's a faggot They live in a fantasy, they need a gorilla or a dragon And they will marry him and still drag him They will make a life oath and go back on it in minutes Develop a privilege addiction and leave their children And obviously they don't like getting political Holding onto petty grudges from middle school They know how to ball and they know how to dribble too Fake grind, fake life story, real individuals They'll be like, 'You need to figure out a way to get residuals' They'll ruin your whole life and then call you a ridicule Keep you a slave and then call you a privileged white dude This is not something that a lot of you will get But a lot of you still saying 'Never forget' The most forgetful people that I've ever met Complaining about the use of who and that They need more metaphors and puns and nonsense They need more beautification of the concept 'Like, for a woke rapper he's not that conscious' Like, one of those people that lives in a walled off city Lots of tolls, right across the state lines, or like literally a walled off city They like to keep their slaves bald and gritty like back in Italy 'All the real gangsters come from Sicily' 'And they really know hip hop, No Diggity' 'And they're really really funny, no Diddy' Huge opportunities in their teens and twenties, 'So gritty' They have no talent but they're 'Oh so pretty' And they're kinda not a fat piece of shit so they're, 'Oh really' And they don't feel me They're like, 'Don't film him, he's a gorilla'

Prod. @OlderAlen Lyrics: Man I wish somebody would have taught me that almost every single one of you Americans are fake, when I was younger. I wish somebody would have taught me that. That Americans are just fake people. Almost every single one of them. But of course then you wouldn't have been able to play your game this whole time. Like, 'I'm pretend this. I'm pretend that.' And then, ya know, 'that's funny', or whatever. Americans, Americunts, they're very dumb, they're very dense No street or book smarts, just privilege and cooked art I'm a character to them in their favorite fantasy Yea that's their good part They really love sugar, the type to eat their boogers Low IQ, high credit, yea they like to bogart Pretend they appreciate Mozart The type to say 'folks' a lot and willingly get jerked off by the Pope's arm Hear me getting pussy and then pull the smoke alarm Yea they like to fake joke a lot They hate the Asians but they love Pokémon Skims and Lululemon Most Americans are googoogaga I'm just trying to keep my sanity And they won't even let us smoke weed, it's just cannabis You need some potpourri, this is asinine Handley is how I handle mine I don't got time for no Glee or no pantomime I'm pissed off at these Americunts Old country bigots, children gripping, concealing their feelings They tell me I was willing A bunch of pillheads addicted to villians Idiots with no skillsets They'll preach for Freedom of Speech and then mass report me They'll steal my life's work and then ignore me They take my identity and then say I'm 'boring' And I'm still not dead yet so they're still snoring These Americunts are as fascist as it gets They barely speak one language and they demand you hear it 'Like but is he an ass man or does he like tits' And that's about the best insight you get from older generations Some racist, sexist, definition of 'the emasculation of the man' And these are apparently some of the smartest people in all the land And I gotta listen to it ripped off, poor, and scammed And something about corny and dance, horny and dads Whatever happens to cross their mind that second Because these Americans really have the power to do whatever they said And not back it up with what they did And still convince you that they're legit Like a change of presidents is going to change shit A land full of playful changelings They're so untamed with the blaming Oh and they really love a good tainting Lots of butthole and butt jokes And butt snowed and butthole And butt this and poop this And shit that and that's rap

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: TikTok, no I'm not on that app But TikTok, yea that's all the time you get I said TikTok, yea you better get your shit Cause TikTok, it's only a matter of time All yall were full on racist towards the Chinese til like 2023, or 2025 Yea yall are still alive Yea I was supposed to forget but I didn't I know yall are still hiding in the thicket Creators really bringing it Creatives getting sick of it I'm not really into it It's a sickness, an obsession with the internet Death scrolling gimmicks and brain rotting children But anyway, it's only a matter of time before I get my shit And I don't play fantasy, so you can take my pic Go get your old ass a candelabra and a crucifix You gon need Allah to stop me from making hits As salamu alaykum, I've been on a pilgrimage Middle of the map, Wisconsin, Middle East, Gilgamesh One hit from me will send you off your feet and you'll feel the flesh I gave you apples to oranges, you can peel the flesh I did this all at my computer desk I'm truly under the definition if you view 'the best' Light like pewter, man Now que the track I'm not a DJ, not a viewer stan I'm hot now cool your fans I'm green, not Peter Pan Go make me a pita sam Shout out the ones that I still consider fam I'm sorry if you caught a stray but god damn I've been on a mission and you know it's been written And I don't mean to pick on TikTok but this is dogs to kittens Time time time. Seems we got a lot of it right? When in fact, every second counts.

Prod. @olderalen Lyrics: I don't really play videogames like that So you can miss me with all that nonsense Yea and I know I could whip the living shit out of you But let's leave that for your side comments I mean for one, I'm bald, you have hair You're a woosie Two, I wasn't allowed an office job until my 30's And I had to apply to 1,000 jobs just to get one opportunity So miss me with your fake scrutiny Yes you're a big fan of Trump and oligarchies and Putinies And remember, nuh uh because you said 'It's all in my head', remember Thirty plus tracks since I started in December Not one ghostwriter and not one lender I'll send you a postcard from heaven when I get up there Because certainly none of yall are going to be in attendance Whining about DUI's and Black guys and those color eyes And the way they drive Whore, you have less worth than slime And your best friend in kind A bunch of hotties, a 10, 10, and a 9 They don't remember the last time they didn't lie And when the President won, they cried And then went to a dive And then they had a racist night filled with that fill in the blank guy Yea, the sanctity of marriage Don't admit who you're with and be embarrassed Suck as many dicks as you can and then say you care for him Yayyy, America Very closet gayyy, America Save a stray, shoot a slave, that's your wave And yes, until I get paid, I'm going to be this way You people owe me millions and I'm not going away You people are not children, and your people are not in the grave Your people are at the top of every industry, keeping the gates And obviously they have some fake reason why they earned their wage 'Yea well my daddy or I just showed up every day And then I derdadertader, and that's reality And I'm a disgusting fatty but nuh uh Because that falls on you badly' 'I'm so privileged, like I came up with like this disease that I have And it's really been sad Yea, like no cap And like rad And like wow, I'm so bad And why you don't just liiiiike You know what I mean Why don't you just get a friend'

Prod. Kido 4 Preisdent Lyrics: Yea I'm a renegade, renegade, renegade Renegade, renegade I mean you took my pay, and made me a slave But I'm still a renegade I mean how many times have I tried to escape And you're like 'no way' I'm a renegade, renegade, renegade I lead the way, you take the cred I'm a renegade You keep me caged, ready with the tase I'm a renegade They took my pay, they took my name I'm a renegade You never allowed me to fit in Not even stand there as a witness I bet if I ran for the office for something They'd pull up that hitlist I wrote when I was like 6 They're really privileged And they'll pull up anything to make you feel silly They'll call on a whole village of people They'll write you into documentation on paper Saying 'We scam him, we own him, and we tamed him' I'm a renegade, renegade, the life of a slave No rights or pay, no rights or pay, I'm a renegade No media tags, no media fags, I'm a renegade They normalized my torture, I'm a renegade They'd rather play the game, and stay the same What's he saying, like 'I can't think that way' I'm a renegade And they can't get in the way, cause they can't see straight And I'm the problem ain't it I'm a renegade, renegade, I'm freestyling away And these people just can't say one thing that they mean to say I'm a renegade, renegade, I'm your slave

Prod. Lee Keyz Lyrics: Alright. A little more chill on this one, right. Haha. I don't got opps, I got blocks Whole sections of the city living under rocks I don't got motion, I got openness If you want that fake shit, turn on the global hits Uffda I wonder if I'll ever live to see the day of a Norwegian Or a Native president But we'll probably see a few more Black ones and a Mexican That's that Catholic unity, Jewish immunity Anti-integrated community They want more suburbs and Section 8 And to keep praising the racists and rapists every day What's that the Pledge of Allegiance Or some more Nazi shit They're complaining about logic and science They're complaining about your every day diet They're complaining about crying Who can we even feel safe calling a hero now days They all went to the Diddy parties Or they're Donald Trump integrated Bigots and stalkers, lawyers and doctors So now I'm about the age where I'm supposed to Have one of those, most likely, rapist faggots Stick their fingers up my butthole and tell me if I have cancer Or have the counterpart female do it Like they're any different Indignant, indifferent Ole, 'I stood up to my man but he just wasn't giving in' They'll do everything but give me my money, ya know But then they'll say, 'Oh, you just need to manifest You just need to need to say They will give me my money' Ya ok, they will give me my money On some alternate reality shit, these people They're like, 'If you were good at rapping, then you woulda had it' Haha, now who exactly do you think is good at rapping My little hip hop master Let me guess, 'boom bap Or someone that owns their masters And that's that And that's facts And that's rap You just gotta get cash You gotta get that You gotta sell crack And that's like real And then you give the spiel Once you hit the heel And then you get out and you got your deal And this is rapping No capping Cause then you got talent And you're happy You're a baddie Or a fattie' Or something Haha Oh my God Fuck yall man

Prod. Lee Keyz Lyrics: They label me as crazy, so they don't have to pay me x 4 Just say he's a momma's boy, trapped in the basement Just say he made it up and he has no basis Just say all those times we tried to kill him, it was faking And if that doesn't work, just say he was wasted They label me as crazy, so they don't have to pay me x 3 Yea you label me as crazy, so you don't have to pay me Xenophobics, racists, calling me mentally disabled Allies and basics, making 100k and complaining Like, 'stand up for the faggots or you're a terrorist of the nation And we scammed you out of your career, but that's just your fate And if you ever get angry, then you're not taking your medication' Oh, does this sound familiar That's because your people have been doing this for generations You know the ones that don't deserve their take home wages Facebook pages, 'oh no TikTok is going away' And they've been a racist towards the Chinese the whole time But now they're on RedNote, so the American says it's ok And keep complaining about who was a slave wayyy back in the day Instead of today Fake minorities getting real pay They'll take your soul and run away Won't speak to you for your whole life and then speak at your grave And the Madison fascists of course will just say I'm being pessimistic and an asshole 'See, everything that happened to you, happened to everyone And there's no evidence, because we're scammers But that's not evident And we're the government, and we have presidents And we made sure all the scammers that were in on the scam Against you Clifton Grefe specifically ended up in top spots In top positions in top slots And we left you for dead, oopsies Oh no we didn't, because we said' 'They need me to write a cute book about it And then write an open letter And do it like so perfectly And write a cartoon about it And Dungeons and Dragons And make a disc golf course themed after it And then go rehearse it to the capital Like I'm a good Lutheran' You're right in that in that once I get my money, you're over with I'm never letting your people take over again You all have the same accent And it ain't local, and somehow that's not delirious Asking me if I'm serious 'But what about the suburbs and Lake Geneva And the mansions in the northwoods' They have nothing to offer, nothing to say, nothing to teach Nothing to spread, nothing to share, nothing to reach Trying to pretend like they worked for it And I'm calling em out, so I'm a jerk for it Pretending like they ever had a workforce Or a purpose 'But what about the porpoises and the people Over in the Philippines' Destroying the life of the person struggling down the street Because they don't like their lingo or the color of their teeth 'And why would they destroy their skin with those tattoos That's not bevel, and I don't like the mark of the devil' 'And that's not the reason, I just don't believe in it And I'm an American, and that's my belief system And I have the right to believe in it And for you to tell me something like that Is just creeping up on my rights as an American And I'm an American And everything you say is just so un-American So don't talking about leveling the playing field or nothing like that I've been living my life with me and my daddy And my cousin, and my sister, and my butt loving blood cousin And all that is just living my life, and that's good'

Prod. Lee Keyz Lyrics: Up late, I gotta crush the competition I'm researching my next move, yea I gotta get it What they doing, how they doing it I gotta find my time to get in I mean half of these people probably think that I'm just a witness Oh but I'm far from finished Take a look at my farthest digit Maybe you'll get the picture Yea farmer flow but kinda gritty I'm looking for an anime chick like Misty Once I get paid man, I'll go missing And then they'll miss me I'm from the state where you get tossed in with the fishes And if you don't know how to swim You better buy some flippers Nah this ain't 'Flipper' This ain't some, 'Oh look there goes the big dipper' More like, 'Let's torture him until he starts to fidget' But forget it That's bad math and I'm counting on the difference I really needed a spaz track, man it's been a couple minutes So let me just do this and you do the cringing All the social dependence and adult children Everyone's doing well and they're just chilling Got me feeling like I'm on my own and everyone is a villain All em dancing on each other with those concealed feelings I'm just trying to get my money up and have a good time Where's the secret line What's the secret line What's this sacred time I broke bread with every color and ethnicity That's Clifton G, that's a Clifton thing I mean what do you do with your gifts and dreams I'm trying to do more than kitchen creams I need rights or opportunity, one or the other And I'll be right up there with the coasties, man word to your mother Yea even the southern I'm so hot, they think I'm an undercover Ha I'm so cold, I need to get under covers When I stand around their woman, they think she's with another lover And I don't really do that But if I did, I would wear a rubber I'm doing my own thing and I found a stream So if you got something to say, you know where to find me All this talking behind my back, like I can't handle it And they don't have the balls to come online and leave a comment Man all that nonsense I can't wait to see what AI does When it comes around and makes yall face your own conscience And some of yall might say I'm putting too much trust in tech Like 'where has it been We can't trust these corporations, even if it's open ended' But who am I supposed to believe, the internet A bunch of history written by bigots Or social media friends Scrolling through their feed like fiends, teething Screaming, 'How could they believe in demons' All the prettiest people getting treatments All the littlest ones getting beaten So you're damn right I'm eating beef and cheese And all that shit you don't believe in We have difference priorities, different genes We do not speak in the same way We are not on the same team I'm up late, take a puff of cake This is another banger, I just run straight No hooks, no 'uh, wait's, just updates A little cut up I just upped my weight, I might have to up rates Take a couple dates, find a nice cup of dates Stay on track, don't fluctuate It's all coming together, I'm upgrading Shock you like Raiden Twist you up like you're braiding Turn you up like a page and Never leave you waiting I mean I'd say just about anything for the sake of the conversation

Prod. @olderalen Lyrics: Ladies are always going, 'How tall are you? How tall are you? Were you in the military? Were you a swimmer? Are you a professional football player? Or what? Yea, big man in the building All the ladies wanna know if you feel them Get up on the furniture and share all your feelings Get so rowdy, the lights fall off the ceiling Work it til your edges start peeling Til you're burning in the thighs Let me see you get dirty Let me see it in your eyes Yea I know you had some percies and you're feeling the ride Yea I'm high off the moment, I hope you're feeling the vibe Big man in the building Everyone stand at attention Ooo, I can feel that tension I can't walk in a room without a mention Everybody trying to prove that they're better or they met me No, we are not of the same pedigree Yes I am high, but I don't fuck with Ketamine I'm more peanut butter, celery Ranch and some veggie b's Yea I drank my milk when I was little, now I'm big I can give you a few pointers if you want to listen in But I'm more with the dancing, if you wanna get a rhythm I think that's the best way that we could find a linkage And I work in IT, so you know I know my systems Big man in the building, I came to bring some healing Everyone gather round, find your spirit Everyone, kids and the parents Everyone get up and don't be embarrassed Get big Size don't have a height limit, get big Get your wide stance, get big Like a wise man once said, get big Hit the floor, get big Show the whole circle what you're made of, get big I don't got time for no riff raff This is a Cliff dance So if you ain't moving, then get back If you're coming in close, take a Tic Tac This is the part of the song where you get back Oh yea big man, get that I heard you got some moves, let me see you rip that Then we can have a rip sesh Yea get it baby, get it You're so pretty, take a picture Yea, big man in the building Everyone line up to cop a feeling Don't pretend like you just came over to hear me I know you women and how you try to steer me Yea, big man in the building Babe you're looking tall, oh you must have your heels on Oh that's just the right height, now let me feel you back it up Babe you know I back it up, I'll put you to night night You know I like my ladies fit thick Have you been working on your fitness Oh no, let's start with this

Prod. Dreyy Did This Lyrics: Anybody else got the dance fever? *Sniff sniff* Got the sniffles, but you just need to dance. I walk in looking like a strange man But I got a game plan Everybody stay back Except for the game hens Everybody get out your pen I'ma need a little assistance Head, head, head Arms, arms, arms Chest, chest, chest Legs, legs, legs Get off the wall baby, come and get it in You know I got a job, I'm single, and I don't got kids And I see you rocking with me, you don't gotta pretend So why don't we just link up and have a little dance I can get it jumping if you want to up the function I brought all my credit cards, baby I'm about to blow the budget Nah I don't drink but I got something in my pocket If you wanna take a minute, we can take a puff of it Yea I like em fit but I don't mind a little pudgy Step to me, you might get lucky Introduce me to your cousin I am not with the fuckery I am not with the cucking But I am with the loving Let me see what you got, don't make me do everything I mean it's hard to give a dead fish a wedding ring It's hard to convince a headcase of anything All I'm asking is that you give a little energy, a little energy Yea I put my phone on silent Just so you're the only thing that's vibrating on my body I put the holster on the other side Just in case you're reaching for something that's hot and on fire You're reaching for the right kind of 9 Ay babe, be mine I'm sending you a love letter, do you accept See I put it in a song baby, one with a dance And this is the part where you gotta step Pick up your energy, don't let it let up Just cause you're sick, that don't mean you can't get up I mean haven't you ever heard dancing in medicine Get up, keep your head up Put your aura on blast baby, let me see it all I know you're kinda short, now do it for a tall one Shout out my Latinas, I'm tryna break that wall down Keep drinking Aquafina, you gotta get your agua Keep bailando and then come over to mi casa Tengo mucha fruta y salsa y mucha como esa Tengo all the la musica y bailar, it's all en mi cabeza

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: I'm finna do this over again, like I'm doing laps in a kayak And I don't know if I'll ever be able to pronounce those names, like Maybach But I'm looking for an opportunity that will get me relief for my back And my bag I'm running circles around these tees like a Maytag My influence is widespread I got more substance, like rye bread Make a meal for her and then her thighs spread All these people are alive dead and I'm just tryna survive it I mean I just hit the drive through and I got back more money than I spent But that's just carelessness, all yall are 'so different' or whatever you said 'Or whatever the heck Cause if you don't say it, that means you're not a fascist And I'm really the one attacking But I need to donate more blood and plasma And move back to Cali or Africa I'm too factual' My Dad calls me a bastard or bitch, depending on the situation Maybe I should whip his ass and leave his brains blasted out all over the pavement Or should we take another vacation I'm not hating, I'm just hated Here's what I learned about our nation You can't curse so you can't explain to them why they're fascist fucking faggots Hyper-regressive Jews and Catholics getting all access And don't forget the cunty, whiny Baptists And life story actors 'Wahwahwah, did you even count my assets And somebody in my bloodline way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way in the past tense And did you see that new movie about the dragons' Yea yea yea, I know you wish I would rage quit And write an open letter and then shoot myself in the head Without ever getting any kind of justice Yea yea, I've heard it Yea and you're all 'the same' and you're 'not nervous' And something racist and something bigoted and something perverted Yea, and 'if I have it all figured out, I should just avert it And get up on stage and show my penis size and my vertical And I'm not even Black or Jewish, so I'm not worthy And I'm too wordy and that's kinda girly And I never should've got involved with a descendant of an ex president Or followed the law, or did the extra shit Of course, I shouldn't have gone above and beyond I should have never sang the 'Star Spangled Banner' or said the 'Pledge of Allegiance', clearly I should never have showed as much love as possible to as many people as I can, dearly' And of course, they've convinced you that's another reason to fear me 'Keep adding industry plants and say that they hear me' And of course, 'I'm not taking it seriously Somebody beer me Now, that's cheery Now, what is that in there, a blueberry or a cherry I can't tell What are you a fairy'

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: I bow to the forefathers of Bow music. But that was then, and this is Bow. Bow, bow, bow, bow Now clear out the dance floor like a snowplow It's time for the real ones to get down Set your beer to the side, tie your laces tight This is a real Midwest get down Now bow, bow, bow, bow If you're scared, muhfucka then sit down You're hating, then get out This is the big town, this is the big time Everybody get in line Bow, bow, bow, bow Let me see what you got in your repertoire Make a man want to drink the whole reservoir Baby, stomp it out like a stegosaur Whoo, whoo, gotta check the temperature Bow, bow, bow, bow Yea I know I'm kinda slick, I get around Ay, that booty on your body really round Uffda, that was really rough, let me get another round Bow, bow, bow, bow I don't need a beat to get freaky I'll show you my new move, just don't leak it Yea we can mix it up in the beaker Cause every good party needs a liter I need a cyberpunk chick like Alita I'm looking for a little Lolita Feet quick like a cheetah Hat down, incognito I put the lime in the coconut and give her a margarita That's just what I be on Bow, bow, bow, bow If you're mad muhfucka, go to church This floor is for dancing, not for your dirt So clean up your act and come with a purpose Bow, bow, bow, bow It don't matter what time of week it is Let me see you work those knees real quick And throw up a couple G's if you feel like it Bow, bow, bow, bow I mean you say I can't dance But why am I still pulling ass off the dance floor Every single color like a rainbow Nothing out of my range though Bow, bow, bow, bow Now who loves dancing Let me see you put your hands up I'm in the fan club Meeting a lot of randoms Do it for your man dem Or your grandson If you're from Milwaukee or ya know the city, you know what's about to happen when you start to hear those Bows come in. Bow, bow, bow, bow

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: It used to be so cold in my apartment, I had to wear a sweater Now it's so fucking hot, I gotta wipe the sweat off my brow I'm up, somebody give me my crown It's been too much waiting around And somebody gotta make the decisions Like Lil Baby said, 'I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired' And I'm just trying to kick the tires Yea I had to go in a different direction Course correction But you know I'm staying healthy I pass the inspections And you know I'm doing more than they ever expected Something something, 'Everything's bigger in Texas' Like where I'm from don't have an identity It's too petty, stuck in the 70s So who am I to be leather skinned and heavenly I'm supposed to be some insecure type of enemy But fuck that I didn't grow up with cable but I was still a Rugrat And not to get lost in the past But sometimes I like to reflect Man how far I've come, I would never go back I said I'm up Somebody give me a chain or some shit I'm not going back in, I'm not getting chained up again I'm making Bane voices and doing weird shit on the mic And it gets weirder every night I like it and I'm kind of addicted to it Is that right I mean I'm not drinking, and I'm not gangbanging And that's nice So does it really matter what my belief is in Christ I mean all these opps, I'd have to hit the streets With a different kind of excitement And then put that above writing I mean I'm only banging my own shit How could I be biting And I didn't come out of nowhere So don't tell me I've been hiding And it's ok, it's alright, you can like it I've been a superhero for some time You can be my sidekick Let's go on a sidequest Just don't get out of line Because I'm Cliff Don't be an antagonist Let's get grimy and see where the slime leads Atop of the pine leaves or the palm breeze Quick take a hit of this, it's my medicine I gotta see where your head is You won't regret it No peer pressure I just recommend it Send it

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: Do your dance, yea yea Do your dance, yea yea Do your dance, cmon I'm a good audience What's your brand, cmon let me see your body spin With your friend, cmon we don't discriminate Let me hear laugh, I wanna hear the building shake Like it's the end of the world baby, let me see ya move it Screw it, ya know we going through it I know you got a dance too, now prove it Your body is going crazy baby, don't make me lose it I'm not really a dancer but I got a few things Watch this Check the watch, with the fix, do the kicks Yea I'm not new to this I came ready in this fit I get it popping in the bricks I get it licking in the sticks Don't be a chicken, get it in I know you got something within Do your dance, do your dance Dananana, do your dance I know you've been practicing something Let me see it now This is the time to break it out Let me see it like you've never been out the house Like you just got off the couch Like you don't got a spouse Like don't even open your mouth Let me see you dance Throw a big rant Do the Running Man It don't matter, do your footwork, footwork Do ya groundwork, groundwork Let me see some out of town looks, out of town looks Let me see some book worms, book worms Let me see ya dance

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: I love these Milwaukee beats, cause I feel like I'm in a videogame or some shit. And Milwaukee is crazy. Fucking Ocarina of Time, I feel like I'm in a mind warp I'm on the race to collect my rupees against Ganondorfs I got my canned beans and forks And I'm strapped up to the core The unprepared would call me a dork But I'm ready on this F-Zero fun like Captain Falcon Hiya, maximum punch on a muthafucka Then I might hop in the truck And go crazy clown Twisted Metal crazy truck on a muthafucka Super Mario, I'm collecting coins But I'm Luigi, get the point You think it's funny until I hit you with that doing doing Spyro, I'm breathing fire out of my mouth As I'm roaming around the castle Call of Duty, I keep the guns tucked away Just in case the zombies become a hassle And if it gets to Unreal Tournament I'll go off on the whole planet And I'll go Conker the Squirrel on an asshole Earthworm Jim with the outfits They say my fit's too tight Why don't you just walk off the edge til you see the light That's a Lemmings bite I turn into Sonic the Hedgehog at night And Batman during the day I got a rabies bite Keep making these songs and I might Starfox take flight And then pass the controller to the little guy Cause that's just the kind of person I am I stomp over the town like Goemon I know all the names of the Pokemon Print out the receipts in cyan Final Fantasy Tactics, I'm still leveling up All of my skills are getting some love Banjo, I got a bird on my back and I'm ok with it I'm a bear but I'm on gay, get it N64 was my jam but I'm ok with the new stuff Madden and 2K too but not too tough And yea the goon shooters, ya know, there's always room But I like a turn based or RPG honestly And a good platformer to round it out and polish me But now I'm just sounding off rowdishly Videogames mean a lot to me And so do the streets So can't we just make peace through hip hop Make beats and get off I suppose they might call this nerdcore. Nerdcore. Neeerdcore.

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: Oh, is he serious That's what the racists are saying now days Oh, is he serious They'd do anything to take away Ho, are you serious You're sucking dick to get paid Oh, am I serious Saying what I mean to say I mean, do you even got a platform to stand on or what Let me see you get down and waddle on the floor Turn around a little bit and let me see your butt We can take it anywhere, all the way to the cut Don't make me repeat it baby You know that's a sign of weakness baby I just need to know are you serious What's in your luggage and what's in your carry on What's your favorite buffet and how can I cheer you up How long would we last if we made pact Babe I don't know and that's just a fact But I would always love you no matter the act And have your fucking back What you talking, science or some other shit You talking to the government or the mothership See, I think we connect on another level But somebody is standing in the way And we don't got time to wait We got stories to create Places to vacation Outfits adjacent Symbiotic relationship Giving out tips even when they didn't ask for it Ass out on our passport Cmon are you serious Cause I'm serious Are you serious Cause you know I'm muthafuckin serious Break it down for me But only if you're serious

Prod. Kido 4 President Lyrics: Swerving in traffic, God knows what's on the dash It's the middle of January, so I'm Tokyo Drifting on their ass Don't try to pass me I'm moving this old school muscle like it's a spaceship Skrrrr, lane switch The noises coming from my whip You might think it's an alien Ceiling caving in But my spaceship Muthafucka get out the way when I wheel grip Toast you off the line in this V6 Look back like, 'peaces' They don't know if I'm serious or cheesing Maaan, I've been pushing this oldschool spaceship Like I got a bounty Whipping around the county Like I'm with the Kia Boys Go by so fast, you can't tell what they're mouthing Yea and you couldn't catch me as a mountee I'll go off road grounding Show you how we do it on the other side of town real quick I got a spaceship and I'm pushing it like Tokyo Drift There's no limits to this shit Try and keep up and you'll get left in the dust You'd probably have better luck trying to catch a bus Or catch a buzz I got so much muscle now, I'm flexing up Don't get touched Speedy, I'm swerving through these tiny little ass Teeny wheeny little parking ramps Watch the feedy Yea, you might catch me on the fucking top speed chase on TV While I got a beat on, freestyling the whole time Like I'm fucking crazy, I'ma tweak it Beat the street with it Need for Speed with it Side note, I don't eat when I drive And I keep a clean cab So take that trash with your ass And like I said This is old school muscle I mean can I get some gas Or is it corny that I asked Can I at least get a little bit of a dance Now I got her shaking ass in the passenger seat And I didn't even say it had to be a sexual thing I guess it's something with the upholstery Or that sexy old dash Woodgrain on that Pine fresh scent She said she want an older man So I'm playing 50 Cent Talking about the land When I pull up, everybody go daaamn But not how you might expect This spaceship is full of surprises, baby. It's got its quirks but, ya know, she's trusty. Just come with me, I'll show you how to ride. Take you on a flight. Like Tokyo Drift in this bitch.

Prod. Twins Lyrics: Do you hear that, that's the alarm It's a zombie nation Last in first out type of situation And I'm winning 2025 so far You can check the station It's Cliff, I don't take vacations I always come away with another creation And they're still trying to tell me I'm not a creative Like I should've wished em a dearly belated Be a gentleman lady And change my face based on the different situations On different occasions And then say 'that's the way I was made' I guess I'm not a good slave in good payment With the good ranks I would say thank you but I don't owe you shit You motherfucking clone, you can suck my dick That's about the extent of your existence Remember when you wished me down with the pigeons I didn't forget Now I'm up with the peregrines and I can see all of your shit And how it spread it all around for all of your kids And those will be the ones that end up on scholarship These roner boners are always putting down the homeless Trying to dig up ways to put down the grown ups These bots are looking for a lock to pick Trying to scam another grandma or an honest man This is how they come up and they say it wasn't chance And it's funny how they all have their signature dance That they stole from a fan Now what's the F word again, is it fascist, fucking, fag Government glued slags Big fans of air tags, and hair wigs And stealing everything from Native Americans And me but 'nuh uh cuz you said' And some threat of death And a reference to meth Allusions to butt sex Anarchy is starting to sound like a wet dream And which side will you take, the F team 'The alternative streamer The ones without any life experience But remember, 'nuh uh because you said' This is real life, and what is he doing What is going through his head' What happened is I got ripped off On paper in front of the whole fucking nation And you slandered and libeled my name Around the entire world Using my first and last name And then you added me to your curriculum And didn't give me any single payment It's either slavery or fascism, take your pick And the hip hop industry is not slick Remember They're a bunch of rapists, remember They're not good at rapping And they don't have style They just take it Industry plant, but 'oh I don't eat bacon' And that's culture, and we're supposed to be amazed by it They have like one flow for a whole album Or a whole career, for real I guess I better become a hunter and start hunting deer Maybe that way I'll be real Or get a new hobby and add it to my reel Be like a pro wrestler, and 'yea brother' And just get the feels You're advice is invalid You're singing like a ballad A whole snowflake salad Stuck in the era of 'yea dude, radical' I'm rarer than a platipus Miss me with your platitudes Let me guess, you don't like my attidtude And you'd rather stick up for someone that puts you In an average mood And you don't like my references to animals And I'm secretly a fan of boos And I don't like the Packers too Man, all these bots are starting to flock I think it's about time we took stock We gotta recognize the next act in this plot Before all yall turn into these meaningless thots

Prod. @olderalen Lyrics: Bleepin, bloopin, like I'm swimming with groupers No, no, no bloopers Bleepin, bloopin, like I'm swimming with groupers No, no, no bloopers Gotta take em to school first I mean, what kind of message are they trying to send Trying to rip off the man with the plan The one who's good with kids, who would never touch em Who's good with women and would never punch em Ay, at least I'm sleeping well at night I don't got any skeletons in my closet that I wouldn't put out in the light And when I get my money, you know I'm investing it right All I need is 5% on a mil, and I'll be living my life I've thought about it many times I mean, I've doubled and tripled my money on Robinhood How did you think I got all of these Nikes I put down almost every vice I stopped paying women for their time I started cooking more and collecting the dimes Rhymes are swimming out of my mind Bleepin, bloopin, like I'm swimming with groupers No, no, no bloopers Ay, this is smackerton, this is Milwaukee Women climbing on the furniture, I gotta scrape em off me I've been cruising around the city, muthafucka straight rocking On what, popping On brudder, locked in I'm on the prowl like a fucking coyote Yipping and a yapping, I've been getting to the action Ya know I'm with the Packers, Cheesehead come get it But I'm still feeling the tibs, Szechuan chicken You know my taste is mixed For now, I'm bleepin bloopin Just smoking on this bloopr No, no, no bloopers I'm smoking on this bloopr