"AGENT ASH: SHE EYE ARE ESS"
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"AGENT ASH: SHE EYE ARE ESS"
"AGYNT ASH"
Verse 1
The justified journey of the Nasty Nomad that
led to lascivious acts I felt trapped in
But seemingly instrumental and chief of relief
at the feverish analysis debriefing with the Captain
Discovery was covered in a shock and a convince me
this undertakings risky no time to spectate
Regardless of the color, andhow you're moving on the blocks
A King's needing the queen to requiem on this Checkmate
Cocoa butter sister that was sent to assist
the mister mystery man who's not only the plan
but the process and strategy, the mic and the music,
the pushing and the tissue for the shit that hits the fan [light]
On first site, triple take to an oasis
Second was a trip 'round the hips that are hazardous
Third was a reckon of she thick in all places
my shafts like the math and scriptures mentioning Lazarus
Stone taken away... and with my breath to the left
it's all right and nothing needs to be modified
So if approval from me's a must to proceed
prophetically I could see that she is more than qualified
The border response interrogation
had me engaging the real passion of Agent Ash
With a sort of staunchly bet of patience,
a subtle rule attack and a dual knack for raising Cash
That's every penny and prompt to build a posture
The mission and the muscle, for the fishing and the tussle,
the wishing and the nustle in bed knocks of ushering
the marvelous midnight's positioning the hustle [ah!]
You see I'm planning ahead and tryna get some
The operation calls for the best fit and seamless
interaction so the smacking's a sure sign of wisdom
And captain needs assurance in how effective the team is
Protocols and workflows established good deal
of cards that reveal a push-and-pull spouse
Suited up and all chipped in but playing by the rules
where the king and two aces make a full house
The border response interrogation
had me engaging the real passion of Agent Ash
With a sort of staunchly bet of patience,
a subtle rule attack and a dual knack for raising Cash
"WRSTLNE"
Verse 1
RSTLNE is a rolling fortune mystery that
everything in history is mine as a given
And nothing that exists is escaping my wrists
including all inanimate objects and the livin'
The earth into the universe should clue the first
well-decorated with my glorious rappin' and a ribbon
Inert is every be, in the cold and heat,
I'm holding the key to every car that has ever been driven (vroom)
Very particular vehicular room, I'm pacing
the outerspacing with my inner thoughts
The upperhand of an understanding overzealous
and still never jealous what a winner sought,
you shoulda went and bought the trophy, I don't need
a prompt to stomp the competition and the hope he--
sold with a label and a box to put his work-in'
...I'm certain of what it won't be and you can quote me
Fresh editorial written in black in the flesh and
the glory soul meshed in a digital press and
with a pivotal and union address as a boost of
the truth and so to guess is criminal [Yes]
Ride subliminal and walking in the blatant
running for the greatest shake down of the debtors
Who can't Sajak when I pat that ass
The Pre-office and the carrier that let you pick the letters
Solve the puzzle, solve for the triple X, gouge an algebraic function,
if no solution then ask me why I handle butt as a
true conjunction between two thighs and brought the conflict revolution
Change one wetter from a Vee to an Ess
Turn a plea from a guess, she figured out with just a portion
Vexing these ex men who marvel at the wheel
When this black God's role was me inventing the fortune
Chorus
A cancer, the sign, o misaligning the body, and bet
the more they're wetting me the bigger your drought, I'm set
To answer pride of me choosing a side
I'm left with upsetting till they figure it out
[but it's RSTLNE]
Verse 2 ft. L'Daialogue
Chorus
A cancer, the sign, o misaligning the body, and bet
the more they're wetting me the bigger your drought, I'm set
To answer pride of me choosing a side
I'm left with upsetting till they figure it out
[but it's RSTLNE]
Verse 3
Say Uncle, I'm the trunk of the tree and the funk with the branch of the ranch where the aunts call me wonder wood
The definite style you're free to debunk
but whenever it is supernatural it should be understood
The upper lames want to limit my names, I'm split between the fit and the commitment of a Nazirite
I tuck the flames into miniature frames
And then dis-play em as a status symbol and a bragging right
You shoulda known what the future holds but I see error in the fact that you're choosing to react as if the past wasn't present ed of who's the goal and gold standard a lanyard I'm wearing for the unprepared
I got the thunder scared, lightnin in frightenin, fighting for its light and its life
when it felt ground
At the fix of the math and his vixen
loosing what crucial to your upgrade to meltdown
Chorus
A cancer, the sign, o misaligning the body, and bet
the more they're wetting me the bigger your drought, I'm set
To answer pride of me choosing a side
I'm left with upsetting till they figure it out
[but it's RSTLNE]
"JAYEL (Justice Lady)"
The new standard my hand drew wasn't Andrew luck....
stuck... on a pass and a fan view
The ran through wasn't random but a tandem lust
plus skill to fuck and kill in a trust
Irrevocable stroking of the ass assassin
but don't ask the math seems asinine
Pour or pass the wine, sipping my endeavors
If there was ever a Deborah and Jael combined its mine...
# thats Minusing the time of course ..
And the dually blessed assess rhyming force
more than fickle above the nickel and diming source,
but a penny and pocket lint ironhorse and a rider
checking every document, divider, line, and
punctuation on the heart and the page
It's Her book of wrath but readers took part in the rage
Have you ever seen any gorillas starve when the cage
is removed [sigh] So then what is there to prove,
from either of us, a tipped a hat and a curtsy,
consider the fact ya life liter'lly hurts me and
seeing the worst ain't her being bloodthirsty
That's the dry end, land of the sand and
the oasis is seeing embarrassment on faces
# and tears flowing a taste of fear knowing...
my Ace is chasin' a hope of open cases
The alternative, render to Black Caesar
the tax of owning your baggage with a bold confession
for inner rest and max leisure or feed her flesh-fry obsession
It's me in an Assistant position with
An admonition pressed in the mic and it's simple
And the resistant really need to know
Jael's form of worship is a spike in the temple
You under what I'm saying to you?
"Bran Knew"
Verse 1
Canned mandarin, Zooted for the fruit plan
booted in a land where man murder was the case
Brief and with a brush with a “two-can” and hail,
and after snail caught the hare then I heard it was a chase
I never woulda guessed it, at best an inkling
The twinkling God blessed it, the sprinkling was gallons
poured and out of balance, perfectly weighted with
boxes of posthasted foxes outdated, [as] postage
A chicken dome fest that I roasted in
Eleven herb dimensions, on 90 I had mentioned
Became more of a boo, when I ghosted,
returned to a VIP pass and a first-class ascension,
so cursed ass and tension is never on my playlist
The A-list actor BE!NASTY! casted as
the setting and the prop and the true opp that they missed,
the chill and the next episode of everlastin'
Chorus
Though I'm seemingly rejected, the ass and the cash,
will still get collected but better when it's due, and
The best couldn't respect it, and even with a clue
Before anybody knew, it was Bran knew
Though I'm seemingly rejected, the ass and the cash,
will still get collected but better when it's due, and
The best couldn't respect it, the old was a clue
Because nobody new, it was Bran knew
Verse 2
The lion of the tribe of the Bran-DEN
Provider of the catapult, the pit, and the landin
Considering the speed in which the feeder and stone column appeared
they had volunteered the shipping and handling
The candle and aroma was lit by the sniffing of the kitten,
the scratching of the back and the front side submitting
Sort of extra slice from the lunch line, the jab and the punchline,
She left with a blunt pride of hitting and I...
kinda give em that diploma as a flex and a boast
when my sex is as Texas toast [butter it]
The bomb combination romance and gutter shit,
the stutter that she utter when this brother enter the mothership
.... a bother as the father of the breakup
Who ain't gotta teach her how to brace up for take up
Experian experience, cause it was to her credit
she was gathering my data on high heels and make up
Red bottoms and topping me off with lip gloss
Seduction dances when the panties are slipped off
Oiling up the bodies of the hotties in the bathroom,
feeling like the shit while the wusband is pissed off
Or woulda been if he knew what I was stirring
The kool-aid a fool made, my tool laid in pools
she kept wet, a double down placing my next bet
splitting legs and aces for poker and the races [thats right]
Switch the game up I'm 21 savage
Send em to flight with slight unchecked baggage
This heir plain and simple, is all for kissing dimples
But limiting the frisk is a risk causing adage
and first round I took like she will to the face
with the bell-ringing uppercut punch-to-the-chin choice
Then I'm raising the fees and the octaves
out of throat notes for paying the invoice
Chorus
Though I'm seemingly rejected, the ass and the cash,
will still get collected but better when it's due, and
The best couldn't respect it, and even with a clue
Before anybody knew, it was Bran knew
Though I'm seemingly rejected, the ass and the cash,
will still get collected but better when it's due, and
The best couldn't respect it, the old was a clue
Because nobody new, it was Bran knew
"Holler Dayze"
Verse 1
"It's a great time to celebrate!"
Show Hallow Eve bout this Know How To Get Adam
at this fruit fest Godded Excess free recruit sex
Celebrate celebrity red carpet type
of shallow gifting--- geopolitical battle shifting
War heroic veteran pinning with a pen
of independence of rants advancing forth of july
Knew methods of infesting em with small pacs, its strictly
for my niggaz, while my enemies are forced to comply
No Thanks giving em hell, gratitude and a bell, '
southern bred from a flower bed that rose to rebel
Playing hookie with the cookie that they chose to expel
To my loving of the oven press my nose to the smell
Sniffing triple day weekends of strong with cold front
and a heat stroke with Easter clothes floored for the deep throat
And bunnies hopping in for the chopping chase
when scrambling eggs, Constitutes a face preamble in legs
Drop the ball like it's new years eve ready to tea bag
this heathen in her eden of deep breathing and she brags
Let the woman run it for a change, that's the kind that folds,
plus she jingling when drinking my soul
True valentine cupid columbus on discovery
Unbox the chocolaty thick thighs to cover me
The... slutty buddy employed for less than dollar pays
Catch me working nights, weekends, holler days
Chorus
*humming* It's all about the holler days
*humming* It's all about the holler days
Cake cutting slutting mistake prize and buttons stay rewarded
Lord of the saint-thighs ain't shutting I've explored it
To keep all other creeps outta the room I had it boarded
and high-resolution-sized recorded
Spin for the inspection, checked by the erection....
Hips wide, waist kinda slender appeal
Game time! and at the same time she showing me hers,
I showed her mine as we redefine the gender reveal
Rosh Ashana the blackberry Madonna and Manchild mashing
the feast and yeast breeding a sling play
I like the hind fat like my tuesdays, blues playing,
simply by displaying everyday is a king day
Toss beads, a loss mean what it costs I'll cover as a blanket,
the heat showed her mother pray and blessing it
Chip off of the old heffa left with no breath and I'm guessing
how she sipped made the fifth of may a definite
Paper plate sufficient when I'm fishing lured to keeping it real,
golden spoons and moons came with the tides
Me moving up her calves to the thighs is my rendition re-veal,
she chose a different meat to go with her sides
Plan a birthday suit-gathering fruits and lathering
reviewing their pursuits of new recruits and ravishing juice,
I'm bringing the beef with hearty flavors
Sipping Hennessy, Lemon Bacardi and party favors
a little tipsy, the Judge Hunter Greene is seen
Grinding on the dance floor, body and a hand score
And at that point, I'm double technical foul, I mean,
I spotted one, I aim for two, and land four
And any hotter than I'm piñata,
getting high with the sweets, and applying for retreats
and the tricks nod and praising the skin scholar,
so it pays when the modest in a daze and a hollerin'
Chorus
*humming* It's all about the holler days
*humming* It's all about the holler days
Make sure you bring somn. You bring that ass, and I'll bring the appetite
"Fried Bologne SAMMY"
Verse 1
One letter showed the hand
Mine played the means of three queens a Jack and the joker
The man of the flame and no shame who came with eyes...
that'll only see black, and the smoker
Bram Stoker, drew the character that draws blood
Pen and pencil, freehand and stencil trace
and a replacement set just because mud
needs the backup plans sans-a-mensal
[It's] Cross-dimensional daily operational
the practical spiritual miracle opp legal
tag team of rake and leaf, snake and eagle
Being naked, every single thing I drop regal
And with a blaring will she handle the whisper
The internal furnace, candle and crisper
The vent, and the turning of coal inside, burning
a soul, ride as some sorta granular mizpah
[That's] Fanning the frisk... this officer down
bring a lavender soap a bitter hope and a "wipe me"
the kids, the pets, and Ford focus are bound
put the man in the chokehold, demand for the wifey
Thanks for assisting this inside job
I eagerly needed yo stupid ass to plan this
The right side had added art to the rob
my paintbrush gave the best stroke to her canvas [going left]
Chorus
Gotta love that Fried Bologna Sammy
Learning what I'll do for it friend
And the fact she sighed will only hand me
another reason to do it again
Verse 2
Put a triple x in the middle of the slice, and
then put it in the pan on high heat to fry meat
While I'm already wearing your fat, after bodies
are wrapped, she put yo sneakers on my feet
A perfect fit and not the shoes [and uh]
My work, ya Miss did not refuse [and uh ]
The craver gave her best so let's say she decided
what only her God can choose [and uh]
As a lover of the fried Bologna
I [had] approved her personal pride to throne me
And swept through in her mood so before we slept
she kept me hard as your heart, my scepters stony
Or more like wood and I'm finna
The moment that she moans a good time for dinner
renewing of the crime of truth, had the mind
to redeem--- or more like reassign the sinner
Chorus
Gotta love that Fried Bologna Sammy
Learning what I'll do for it friend
And the fact she sighed will only hand me
another reason to do it again
Verse 3
Speaking of and speaking to a knew Sam
Daugther of Delilah in the script that [had] flipped
from pan to floor in a spam of war and a peace she threw
Ham, in sli-ces on my platter and thick
Refining, her primary matter, the dick
The shake and shattering, the wake and the gathering
souls from black holes for the ladder and brick
to build it to a height in a singular night in the bed
They say you shouldn't talk to the dead
I concurred and walked off just to comply
Then summoned the ancestors with a plan
to pester, and muhfuckas wondering why
She swore, and put her warm hand under my thigh
I let off a cough for the covenant and loving it
Dropping of her dress as a request to send more
The best knob to open doors at endor
Chorus
Gotta love that Fried Bologna Sammy
Learning what I'll do for it friend
And the fact she sighed will only hand me
another reason to do it again [x2]
"Myning For Black Seed & Jewels"
Verse 1
Dig heavy... mining for mine as the
finest of the find is a process for yielding
Double high five as a sign of the dimes
of luck who struck gold in the fold of the field and...
revealed then she reeled in the black seed
Top commodity, hot slots and lottery met knot
the fueling of dual shock and backfeed,
[the] kind that cities with big titties in lack need
On or off grid mystery of metro, keeper of the till with a deep fill of petro
Even with a slow dig knowing it's rigged
bid a flowing of pig flesh, wombs reap invetro
# Gave it the short sound, long or short round, ration, splashing, all skins accredited
Raving of the throng, the day wrong in court found
legs open casting, filming unedited
Directly fed and did more than extraction
*Action!* major stage hand brang up
/ Set and the props, with A-names of game lines;
came mines same time... the harvest Sprang up
Gush!.... flushing a sugar rush
Leaking, she's beaking the secret of the ooze sexed
Upon finish, a rich quick replenish
Trade out the radiant ray played for who's next
Chorus
/ mud and the mining, shovel of the lust
/ ruling the jewels, and blown by the dust
/ petters of the black gold, better than a trust
/ generational wealth I felt it
Verse 2
Pressing the most precious, fresh and festive
Burst of the pool, the first school's a sequel
Blessed of The Host, when caressed and rested...
as kings are the kids n fruit'n' jewels are equal
Playground... work skies for the reign rise
remain desired of the emerald and amethyst
seen as-a game or a warring to ordain thighs
And then embark as partaker and a panelist
Rehearsing in first person merchants
Told, she found a metal and its better than gold
And it's not vibranium, doves cry for cranium alloy type an old veteran sold
[Hype] call me Cash on Delivery
Federal express, sex, and a chest press
No bars and melted dooooown
to the ground and the quest can't deny me
Imhighly appraised in not a best guess
# Say diamonds are girls best friends but I beg to differ it's a topaz and a jasper sniffer
&if she bring a fire sapphire with her
elates a great task but you didn't even ask her, nigga
Collection of the jewels for the knew rules
All Brought the jacinth, the beryl, and the sardius
I saw the fire pursue with two tools
The chrysolite and chrysoprase know where the party is
Green backs, they trade dollars for hollers
Sar-donyx and her pal of chalcedony
Struts and the thick butts a prelude to fun
run the program down the when they walking ahead of me
Gather em all in, the spring and the fall blend, summer and the winter wind is my season
Reigning on a city as one house, the beads,
stacking a feed out my black seed is the reason
Chorus
/ mud and the mining, shovel of the lust
/ ruling the jewels, and blown by the dust
/ petters of the black gold, better than a trust
/ generational wealth I felt it [2x]
"Consider PENNI"
She Eye Are Ess, well fed a rapture
Snatch is a throne of Blackstone affection
No comp election, no ballots to capture
President of resident fatbone's, collection
She's on a mission impossible accomplished already,
from a different world, sleepers call Freddy
Suite dreaming nightmare morning horsepower
d-scheming, not rated PG and ball steady yet>
She on some dawn staley wet Ashley Furnishings
Feeding em my Dick Vitale [and oh baby]
Vetting in the slick with a sting the kind that you con
Too fond to wander, new fondlers maybe
The home depot Deebo of repo
The habit of the halfin-that habitat tragic
The sex slave catcher master of the freethrow
Making shacks look like mansions or magic
Chorus:
Consider- the "if he was ever owed a penny"
The bitter of the score's a bit more than many,
com-fy with the three, and running points to way up,
rock round the back, and a lay up for pay up
Illegal screen for the chicken head technical fowl
Mistake for the fish cake break I had to batter through
A good picks a thick flexible owl
For the win and the what's and wheres, it doesn't matter who
Rake in the whole pile on a post up, box out, for the rebound, then a roast up
Pass a glass of wine, at the finish line, starters keep saying this is how he's bred before we toast up"
With just crumbs, the goes and the cums,
Who knows if it's drums or it's thumbs how you played ya haaand, All-american, fresh outta high school, first round, automatic draft, no payment plan
She had the facts of a Sherry Jackson, and the taxing of her past actions packed in/
The Pac-10 till she run it to dozen, adding in her friend and her cousin [I say every last penny]
Chorus:
Consider- the "if he was ever owed a penny"
The bitter of the score's a bit more than many,
com-fy with the three, and running points to way up,
rock round the back, and a lay up for pay up [2x]
Whether it be mites or minas, silver or gold, shouts abound as sold out night nice arenas
Or mean Gil, with my set a screen skill, shit, it might be
easier for them to have to fight subpoenas
That's the basketball court of opinions, when The Truth Crown blew down the forts of the minions
Sub-in and sub outs midway train for a breath but the best five are starting the
engines
And let it rev for the disrespect, blow the whistle, and throat chop a nig at the inbound, and then take the foul, run loose with the prowl
Lead an army of march madness all year round
Does that sound bad? I'm truly meek but I'm lethal to the people that think they can play me like an exhibition
I laid fire with the sex and the smoke that
left ASH on the jersey for a flex collection mission
"Fixxed Game"
Verse 1
Star gaze the arcade game to be played
Sex a marksmen dark shade character aim
In the parks with a drive as a dog with a fame
unleashed and the bitches that ain't wearing the shame [come feast]
The full course bullying source pushing buttons on your ThinkPad think fast blink bad, can't put ya eyes on the screen and then ya shrink back
Without my head between [the] thighs for pink hack
I'm adding levels to redeeming of souls
Add a catapult and Launching a Contra to the free fall
Freaking a response and mantra of the skeeball scheme
Running numbers getting up in the holes
Tearing tickets, some swear it's wicked they call me
Wig poppa [and] then dropping properly Lord
And warps em to the new field, property yield, though it's one
[Shit] They'll never get monopoly bored
Chorus
The piece for the war is a greasier sword complete
with neat cheatcodes and the tricks
A retreat for the day, as an easier play and a frisk
I'm the name of the game and it's fixed
As a school for the deaf here's the rules and the refs
even with the low score the results are the same
The fool wanna test, him, tool and the preference cool
[then] a lame came playing a fixed game
Verse 2 [Lyrikill]
They call it a controller
Play the station one round then it's over
Need extra man for the soldiers
Hold up, waitin for help to show up
Alteration in the knit sowed up, call it the fix
They ain't fixing shid, you can be the Genesis or N-E-S
Have a dream cast seem last ya finishin'
Lil ballhead bitches on the chessboard, that's ya ceilin'
Never make it to the next floor; they dun killed em
They fix is in, yeah it gotta be
Weegee with prophecy, operation they charging me
Hospital doctor fee, logically, endin bankrupt lost my properties
Somebody else getting rich offa me
Momma told me get off the game, she play the lottery
Head to the casino now, how she stopping me, if i lose I'm uh still play
Dog we all know it's fixed, I just got enough nuts to say it
Chorus
The piece for the war is a greasier sword complete
with neat cheatcodes and the tricks
A retreat for the day, as an easier play and a frisk
I'm the name of the game and it's fixed
As a school for the deaf here's the rules and the refs
even with the low score the results are the same
The fool wanna test, him, tool and the preference cool
[then] a lame came playing a fixed game
Verse 3
The sentiment unanimous fans saying this boy sick
That's "man sick" now fan lick the joystick
The fingering of the handyman the candy land
the president with a rest force employed thick
Pinky swear the pink is where the when (win) is
Built a set skills for six million ways to brag
the new wetter proves better than her friend is and so
She left an only be nasty lays her tag
The Black stone acts of the pac man
quick, it's simplistic capture the charm
The triple x box and oxen to the foxes
doing no cat harm in animal farm technique
Deprived, can't survive it a week
Can't skip it, rant, slip and slide in her beak
Saw the dribble of the real civilzed and the greek
That went from hide and seek to riding freaks [that how I'm played]
Chorus
The piece for the war is a greasier sword complete
with neat cheatcodes and the tricks
A retreat for the day, as an easier play and a frisk
I'm the name of the game and it's fixed
As a school for the deaf here's the rules and the refs
even with the low score the results are the same
The fool wanna test, him, tool and the preference cool
[then] a lame came playing a fixed game