Don’t try to cross me, get ya ligaments torn, go figure since born, he been a gem and boss G. The zen I’m in free, no cost be, the entry, we been free, tell stress “get off me!”. Bill this as no Hassle like Hoff be, I lasso the scoff spree, I get from the dumb shit I read and see, I bleeding me, use the hate as great fuel, refuse to slight spew, I’m gon’ go straight through, I’m on a right move, not just a “might prove.”, got this and ahh-choo! I’ll bless you, guess who, I put my trust through. A Hype, Anthony, the man ya see ripe. He be the type, of his own sight. Love this zone I’m in, perfect timing, you’re checked if you wanna beat me at my game of chess, miffed and whiffed a sniff of this is how I leave my foes, how you gon’ get out of checkmate, only God Knows. My odd pro’s on sod those known as us all walk. Get laughed at like a gaffe fact, a tone that talk. Like I ain’t paint a Mona Lisa, I sown a Visa wealth in my health, priceless, shining like ice wrist. Nice-ness is Hype’s shit, shoutout to the truest ones, Basquiat, do I take from him, yes I got, love for those who chose to pave they own path, I had to stop being sad, go save my own wrath. So glad I dropped seeing bad up in every pattern. But what still ill is those who chose to levy that spurn. So if you still try to cross, I will pry ya jaws, open wit’ that BS ya hopin’ that, will die my cause. Give you taste, living a waste, go get ya own. This wasn’t set in stone, self bettin’ got me on the throne. I’m gone.

I fly so heavenly, you’d think I’m Jesus, guy. My pride believe in me, I side with reasons, why. I’m me on the joint, there’s fun in the breezes, sky. I’m free (3) and on point (.), here’s one (1) for (4) the piece of pie (Pi AKA 3.14). I done made my breath, my lungs ‘fraid of death. But I’ll never fade when left, I tell my self that shit. So clever, great and stepped, not just where he was told. But cause he broke the mold, saw it raw and from jaw bold. Yo, I spoke it and meant it, hoping ascended days would come. I woke up the dope man, in my broken shattered numb, glum tunnel I dug, I funnel the plug of bright light deity. A bundle of joy, I undo the boy and his plight, fear it be. A big clamp, damp if you let it be. The gig ramp up ya name and fame, silly game. Set me free, I am now and I vow to stay. God damn, how these labels label, ain’t a damn way. They gon’ on, me I paint, my data I splatter like Pollack. I’m able with chatter to frolic, so stable my matter is brolic. And I ain’t a saint but I pull up, only exercising. To see someone faint would taint my goal up, in this world of flexing dying. Peace is what we need, like what we feed of the pie. Cease the greed indeed, I want to heed to the lie. That some below, that dumb though it show, we all born for reason. I’m torn through season, of treason and igniting the keys in, the engine of hate they try to build, let’s yield the loving shield. And more than do that, fight back with heart and art in our field. What does it mean, to be God? That is so seen on this sod. We walk on, I won’t talk long, to sum it up I think we all God. We from the cup of holy water, the strife of life ain’t soly slaughter, even if we whiff and see, we fucking sucking up with the, destruction in many cases, abduction, plenty traces. We still do so good, will through the could, would, should, we good! I was just thinking out ‘bout my sinking, I was seeing it at that time. She my only partner, now that I left I’m a lonely wanderer. I was just thinking, I really ain’t sinking, at that my prime. Is here so clear at the present, my dear I fear that the pleasant. Will disappear, this a fear that I know it will go. And to land where we started, we hand the departed a place in our heart then, my art when I leave, it will still stay, they may still go grieve. But this bliss I weave, this shit ain’t brief, it stick in our belief. That is the truth, this is that youth to old that must be told. My soul is never sold, I stroll forever, bold.

(A Hype verse) We tapping in like a touch screen, I’m such seen, as a rapping friend but I much been, more than that, I’m sure to be at your pick up game, flicking shit like Dame, my claim is flame, I bring the pain so yo no crutch then, from my spitting tongue, I been in fun meetings in the hot tub, I got dub everywhere I lay my heavy player, ‘tude in, I’m protruding in ya house, try to chase me out I hide in holes, l’m like a mouse, erase me Tom? I’m Jerry, my rhyme ferry sick, he based since his Mom did carry his soul out and stick the landing, I’m standing a gymnast like Biles, him list his idols as ‘Pac and shout out the leader of the ROC, Hov, the heater in me is back, we know, shout out Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor, this a fiending to be legend, me and my brethren, keep deep like the reverend. (Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor verse) shouts out a hype bitch you know we're up youll meet the end of my glock leave you with more holes than spongebob i just heard your shit man it sounds like slop im with the bros n you know we're makin bops pull up to the spot n bitch we're smokin up i'm number one i'm no runner up im w my bitch im prayin she dont leave me never thought id see all this cash in 3d i'm sippin on dirty arizona sweet tea leave you dead in camp iwannapeepee smokin on this loud bitch it got me in a haze everyone hated now they cant help but praise i aint a small fry im major league like faze a hype got all these bitches in a craze

These so called big cats, they really pussies, I ain’t kidding (kitten), I ain’t lying (lion) either, not a cheater (cheetah) I call it how I see it. But a tiger I be it, earned my stripes through each region with my legion of work I put in, win peeps over, I cover, any spread, for or against, I dead that shit ya said if ya more or less guess, I’m too tense for the biggest of moments, my gig is without any bestowments, I put it in because I own it. On that grown shit, still will joke around, that part of living y’all! ‘Til killed I spill milled motion, not a hoax I found. This real notion, battling with who I am, damn but I know I go not a robot. No auto decided, I’m a bravado bro who will ride it, but when I’m not up, I got myself still, yup, I ain’t kidding (kitten), I’m bidding myself up with the greats, just know I got what it takes, it’s if I do it, I gotta do it, don’t hush me pussy, the rigged world? That’s how ya see it, that’ll be it, a battle freeing, inside ya own is what I do, keep making shit that sizzle like bacon, fo’ shizzle I spew.

I’m the type of Hype to bumfuzzle. Leave some puzzled, raw dog that need to be muzzled. I see guzzled, and act before I can assess. I wanna snuggle and cuddle but it not always best. The past shown me, stay at bay on ya own G. I may bless with kindness, but I gotta mind this, is not always fact coming back, some is dumb and wack, some numb intact, some from the slum of tryna attack. I’m blind to that, let every chick at me, gladly, some strung from tongue lies and tricks in disguise. It’s a mix of surprise, with what you should know, not everyone ya friend, I bend that knowledge though, I don’t need to college grow to know that though, it’s basic sense, I’m a classic case, how I go to face all this waste. I’m dense and let it, get to me, I fret shit, putting myself underwater, the slaughter get wet. She want a daughter, son, something to raise and praise, I haven’t even thought of that, grass I haven’t grazed. I’m paving my own ways, saving my own days, not ready for a child, my life is sure so wild. This is from the heart, how could it not be. If I were to never start, my tendencies would’ve got me. Let a shot free, dependencies on my should’ve senses, is weakening my confidence, I’m tweaking and it’s obvious, this is a lost soul. The cost of toll on my mental is way beyond the gold credential. Of which my dough a rental, I come from a place of rich, but I don’t possess much in my face of bitch. I lace my pitch to myself as I need some help, admitting ya sad, hitting that is a first step, I prep for the worst, yep it’s a curse, and then ya think about all the men dying crying in a hell hole, even jail do this cruel a whole lot better, I got my feet up and that’s a blessing just to have it, cast ya lessons on ya own cause ya won’t change, how others was, does this shit so strange. A buzz of confusion, plus no delusion, just hiding from the fact we biding time from being whacked.

Sometimes it’s baby steps that we need to take, that we yet avoid, this shit ya just can’t fake. Sometimes it’s maybe preps to this shit that we just shake, off as not gon’ help me, but we need to make. The best of our time, I’m not a saint at this, at all, that fall I take shake like a quake. I ain’t tryna diss my people when I can’t do the same, I’m chanting my name in my brain as my worst enemy, the thirst for first just don’t ring home, sending me down a cycle of “this thing blown!”. Type mentality, gradually I feel myself slipping from the real, I’m doing this for me, becomes the slums in history, some have when they go down a path of suicidal, now how do I end this shit and stay vital, alive, I strive, to end this bend I’m on, I’m trapping my self in a box, no more, move on. Show your true self, I hope to form it all. I’ve yet to get discovered, by even me, a tall task to ask, but what I need to do is try harder, no mo’, I can get away if I lie smarter. Not the type of Hype that I once was. Hammering through my head, the dread ‘cause, I was clamoring for fame, words to my name, such acclaim, now I speak so weak at this thang, stop it, no negative mentality, gotta get off the internet mo’ my reality, it’s calling me but I still try to get back, I can’t do it, tell ya self that shit ya flew in, it’s a shoo-in if you don’t have the right grip, a monsoon on you can start from just a slight drip. If you let it, forget it, your heading down there again, no, stay up, yo. Pray up, mo’, if that’s what will help you out. A Hype is a man of many plenty doubts. This is it, shit, no I got this now, A Hype, he still wow. I gotta do this for me, gotta do this for me.

(A Hype verse 1) She wanna fuck me on the first date, I say, hold up, let’s wait. I pray gold up on the record plate. I lay mold up where my fear stay. I don’t play with my worries anymore. If you block me because of my high snap score, why try ya whore, I’m not in it like a chore, I’m sinning, not a bore, I know I’ll be grinning galore. Winning the war, is me and my decor for sure, I taint my legacy, but paint these walls so elegantly. Okay, fuck it let’s go. Okay, fuck it let’s go. (A Hype verse 2) This beat is, sampled from. Kirby Dark Matter some. Burpy is his appetite, after eating powers of might. Hours of delight, playing the fight, slaying villains like King DeDeDe. Dark Matter, a stark platter, from Kirby who be sparking happy. I’m parking sappy, after I leave the house of the girl who wanna fuck, first date, worst plate of pussy I ever ate. Oh wait, what about … no I didn’t, reach it there, I play oh so fair, no foul, the furthest I go, I hit the pole, yet I get the goal, fo’ sho’.

It’s going down like Timber, remember that song, it was lasting long. The Pitbull reign, that shit my main thang, I would get full on my groove move from that banger, yeah sir, uh, now it’s A Hype. Move and dance, show my pants as they slide down, I may have Madagascar undies from Skipper, glowing trance I put these fools in as I rip the, beat up with heat up, like it Miami, fuck it if I were to own my own car, a Camry, might be it, gotta think about the Lexus though, the bestest know they gotta rep my set, I’m a get my prep, up so I fill my cup of holy water like I deserve it, the hike is so nervous but it really show it purpose at the end, my friend the journey to win the tourney is a grin I’m learning, wouldn’t be there if it was handed, I’m stranded on an island at times, a cast away. But I friend Wilson, this ill one ain’t gon’ kill fun, up to you for interpretation, I’m a surf the hatin’, gladly have the madly peeps watch my top notch. Haha, A Hype is in this bitch, I itch for the best, haha no rest. Oh, that’s not what he said the other time, the smother rhyme, keep deep on internal planning, I’m feeling the man in this blammin’, my cannon letting off thoughts, lots shots, damn man, am fan of my own speech, I preach, I ain’t holy though, but then the holy water, ahh it rolly slaughter they eyes commit, they say I on that dumb shit, they hurt my soul, I insert the goal every day hoping to come up with fum, fum? Well chum is fum, Patrick wrote that, hat trick for a hockey player, I been watching ‘em slay the rink, I think, I love the Kraken, what’s happenin’. I’m so sick of this, it’s ridiculous, my shit is tricking me, inflicting the self hurt wound, I found a bound sight I might’ve missed befo’ we go find it now, mind me now I’m on my time now, horny corny and delirious, I’m on a male period, I’m so serious. Nefarious in motive, I hope not but dope got notive, of my senses and even though I don’t sense this, in my lungs, I’m strung from the dumb from many users addiction, I’m glad it fiction for my diction, but I’m rippin’, Rypien like Mark the QB. C’mon homie, know we hogs like Washington. Dogs like rushing in pass rushers like Bruce Smith, NFL reference, no truce if, you wanna hear something else, haha, fuck you. HAHA, Pitbull my fit goal, I get stroll to his music, induce it up in my veins. Like the producer Vein did on that opening thang, Planet Pit, set in stone like a granite kit. Getting grown and more crazy, I need DaBaby. To fucking shut up, homophobic ass bitch, mass stitch for any homophobe on the globe bitch. TIMBER!

(A Hype verse) A Hype and Varnish in this mother fucker. This shit ya can never tarnish, ya hear me sucker? Clearly not, fear the shot from the trucker. Now as it BLOW! Shout out Muck AKA Mucker. I’m hitting shots like I’m hooping now at the Rucker, I’m getting gots like I gotta wow mother fucker. It take a lotta bravado to fly o’vo’ heads like I do, yet I knew, I wouldn’t get, respect, except from the ones I do, so then I get respect, bet, that shit is checked. Son’s are brewed in the tummy of a momma, ton’s have chewed lotta shit when hungry, I’m a, connect the two, inject a few thoughts to think ‘bout. Baby fever is ever so enticing, but think twice, men have been so fucking guilty out here of being filthy and leaving you unwealthy. Yes I know that’s a go getter woman in you. But a child need a father, so wild and don’t bother, to spend time, well I’m not ready, neither is Muck, a cheater who dumb as fuck. This a heater I’ve struck, shout out Muck. From Bob The Builder, some job to wield up, a gang of mobiles to build it up, this thang is so real, here Varnish now to spit it up, yup. A Hype, and Varnish. A Hype, and Varnish. A Hype, and Varnish. This shit ya can never tarnish. A Hype, and Varnish. A Hype, and Varnish. A Hype, and Varnish. This shit ya can never tarnish.

I get as high as the plane, I let that sky in my veins, I don’t question where we going, I’m in, yeah. I sit and yet I still soar, I got this feeling galore, yeah. I won’t be blessed in any other way anymore, cause once ya take a puff, ya never go back, cause once ya shake it up, ya feeling so wack. I’m doing this shit, on a run like Bo Jack. C’mon it fun, that what they all say, but being zooted has booted me up so when I fall, I stay high up, just a minor inconvenience, tryna then stay on the grasp I have oh so seamless, though I did my dirt, I kid my worth is not close to the girth of my shots I burst, well when I high I peep this, as no weakness, it get me through the pain, knew it mane, so I took a chance and let go do again. And I don’t smoke weed, but I heavily advise if it what ya need. Yuh Yuh, and I won’t tote seed, but if you wanna bunch and then to munch, play this as ya breathe. I get high like a kite, flying with might, this is all gon’ be okay, aight? Watch it leave, the pain and stress, the gain in this is mindfulness. Kind pull I guess, I have as I navigate through the hate and yes, life is a balance. But I need to succeed through these challenges. With the positive outlook, I doubt taking a route shook in heart will start the dynasty. I find it me inside, I got the weed so high, I get high, I get high, I get high. I get high, I get high, I get high. Yeah.