1995 Remix by A Hype

New shit, beard grow, the true lit, through it, Hype still real, a swipe deal, not at ya feel but at success, yes, check my credit, weird flow, revered though, my intellect go get it, get it through the days of respect when they ways love my clique, or when they been tryna effect my kinda wrecked ass mind, I’ll smile as they find a correct, mind of the masses, but not a mass mind follow, I’m too kind on yo asses, let get hollow, go swallow my lashes, I’ll leave gashes, grieve matches that I had on Tinder, why we ain’t work, from a saint to a jerk, it may be sad and hinder but I’m a grinder, tryna get wet, but bitch I found the one, resounding win, what bitch, you think I off the drink the way I say I found the one? I pray ya bound to be done, we from, strange times, I rearrange “I’ms” … to “we’s” cause ya see, um … I gotta lotta love, it me, covet, be the she’s in the seas, plenty fish, but I don’t just choose to lose me in any bitch, woman I want, not a hoe, to scan who I want to flaunt PDA wit’ … grow wit’, I need no hoe shit, now for another question, fuck it if it bother ya listening session, he be glistening but have ya asked ya pal, if he a racist, homophobic, but just masked it well? The casket to hell, for those who chose to impose beliefs, and care what they may have slash share in briefs. Face this, this must be traced to your fathers, or maybe mothers, or siblings, if it bothers, ya heart, fuck it, suck it up and grow, a start is to repent for sins and fib flings, learn more and turn for a better page, the rent of wins is no dough, but what it is, get this, it’s for every photo, learn the story behind it, rewind it, see, find it, history repeat itself, no mystery, we beat ourself when we elected the Trump Chump, respected him I never do, been hurt my soul, insert a toll when I see who be the clever cool, dude turn rude and fool for the devil’s wishes, if ya grew ya grew, cool, don’t get to his level’s, dish is best served cold for revenge, he nerved old and the stench, will one day be away, now to who you wanna play wit’, I may say shit, that come off dumb off and make ya wanna take me off, a gonna, in the blink of an eye, a part of a cough, whatever, I think you might try, to sever me, severely, spray clip and before A dip, he done, the more I think about speaking my mind, the more paranoid I get, I’m tweaking, I’m fine, mine is a unique case, I’m kind of stuck in a rut, fuck, how do I get out? Critique I tend to bend and erase, I can do better, new weather I face, all crash down to me like lightning, frightening, though to rehash now, wow I didn’t drown, I might been assuming, we fuming o’vo’ facing fears, and after, there laughter, after tracing tears, he blooming, next topic, this is flex I pick, go to Dante’s Inferno, or Pompeii’s volcano, or Kanye’s best creation, my mom raise a burn through that hotter wit’ his innovation, test the nation, don’t just trust my A Hype Station, play my messages and expressages within ‘em, the myth, the man, the gem, with every word spoke, eating good food, heating up the crowd as he stroke swishes the riches of shots from deep, he gots lots, peep the 3 ball, I hope ya see all, my dope a recall to me only, none other, shit can get lonely, but I done discover, her, this hover my heights to sights of space, I love you, true to who ya face, baby face got a beard, bathing in the hot tub, I got grub, smiling ear to ear, no shot, sub, but fuck my foes, weird ass mother fuckers, you can suck my toes, ya struck the pros up, you get no luck, ya froze up, I pluck my brows up, as I cluck my flows up, mathing this shit the way life adding to the top, baby me to who I be now, see we wow, rad stuff, from strife to prop, this is no bluff, don’t ever kill yourself, no matter how tough.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• boom bap
• conscious hip hop
• freddie gibbs
• hardcore
• lyrical
• remix
• remix hiphop
• remixed
• the alchemist
• underground
• Milwaukee