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1.
CARCINOGEN 01:38
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Yo, I spit carcinogens Hard niggas been startled listening to a darkskin in his prime Took the pros out the back and started lynching 'em This crack addict rap is so dope; it's arson; it's lit Hard fisting chicks; hoes' lips scarred, clit it ripped Regardless of which I'm still parking this dick so far in I'm Spartacus with how I spar with these pricks Imparting a Spartan's Kick Know I'm harder to hit than a roach off a spliff when it chars at the tip Not a bitch; I don't bark none My thoughts in the dark some I'm starved out of optimism Rap bars, heavy spout Hoping that I drop some wisdom 'Cause I I been going through an awkward phase Lot of talk and gaze upon my face Stop and chase vodka with beer, drop of the Smirnoff or whatever you got I'm severing drops, a lot of toxins Momma fear I'mma drop in a box She talks about my peers, thought I'm trying to measure up, But the peer pressure's nothing I don't give a single fuck 'bout some other folks' habits I'mma choke, dabbing smoke, grabbing opes out the dope cabinet I swear the tokes magic So spastic 'til I blow out and cyphe the Dro, dragging o's I'm a pro at it Dropped my old habits Now it's new issues True that I do misuse Too recluse to sit in pews asking for my soul back So I just blow back chunks, puking in to-go bags And I go static
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WILDIN' 02:01
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So fashionably, I poke holes in mattress sheets and go ghost Actually, burn crosses with matches See I'm so raggedy most hoes opposed to shagging me I only fuck savage freaks, toe sucking so spastically I have havoc wreak Check the closed captioning It shows that I be so fucking close to ravaging the whole galaxy Tell Thanos he can have a seat The way I snap on beats is actually a fucking massive feat Both bastards and baddies calling me 'Daddy' Please excuse my anatomy; balls bigger than cabbage be I fell so far from the apple tree that I had to seek shelter with the blackest sheep Other niggas wasn't having me Other niggas couldn't fathom the fact that I'm fucking sick as athlete's feet Captain the ship, never crash and sink Shit-faced, my misplaced sobriety, wasted 'Can't lie to me,' my mom said I'm trying to be 'basic' 'Ain't you pious? We sent you off to be educated by them private priests. Don't tell me my money been wasted. Paid the highest fees so you could have your way to cheese paved And get a high degree. Days spent laying foundation. Now you wildin', drink liquor, stink of islands-- Blink once if you even understand with your drunk ass; Twice if you need a helping hand with your drunk ass. Skunk ass! I can smell it off your nose--' Thus, I froze Caught up in a lie looking comatose Fuck it though, it's all worth it I suppose Bitch, you better know it's Young Heat Incarnate Fuck until she bleeding carnage Then proceed to feed and carve it with my teeth and teethe upon it I don't even rap, bitch, I read a sonnet over beats I'm so elite, the flow is grease, I'm going Peace!
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CUZCO 01:09
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Yo, I'm arsenic sick Bard with the bars, guarding and harboring hits Dark skin is charred My calling card is a pic of my left nut And you can taste that, on my best bud I'm like a Tesla; y'all Vespas Best to back off, don't test us or press 'Cause my -esque bruhs make big impressions When they rip through intestines and ask for seconds, Dig? Step off me I'm constantly knocking these knots into jocks See the lumps on their top piece Punch me a Nazi, I'm not to be fucked with Socking these frauds, leave 'em buck-toothed and bust-lipped A bit naughty, but awfully soft And I'm awkward and off in my head getting lost deep Seek inner calm, peace Freak's what they call me 'Cause I'm talking to myself tryna find the Part of me that still get excited Didn't mean to lose or be divided from it But I done it Kuzco, except I got a new low And my mood been blown And my groove's been gone 'S what I'm on
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BASTION 01:32
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For the most part, I'm a pro in the Flow Arts Humphrey Bogart meets Mozart, but mo' dark Tone Stark with a stone heart And I don't drop shit, I post art Postpartum, the most hard one since then I'm a Big 10 Draft Pick Drastic how the cash drip I'm a spastic, I'm that sick Get your ass kicked tryna act slick Unimpressed if you rap quick I deal in craft, not in hat tricks Feel the wrath of my chapped lips Spitting back hits on a track Like a gat clip getting blasted Like a wig getting snatched off a scalp getting split I ain't half of the halfwit that these cats is And it's facts, kid, and that's it I'm a facet of blackness I'm a magnet of asses and fat tits I'm a bastion, a basket case full of passion I'm handsome and dashing My anthem is Mac-10s, Dracos, and crack dens, in the abstract sense I don't pay tax, I just cash fat checks Tell IRS that my max expense is on acidic tabs and on wax pen sets Take a loss, brah, 'fore I soften your jaw Not often I brawl, but I'm tossing these paws Please catch one Finna run a hedge fund Company checks getting spent every second Flex for the 'gram, but your breakfast is bread crumbs Couldn't be me, no, I live by means, so 2018, eating sleep half the week No way I'mma stay down The world is my playground
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DAYS 01:26
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It's just one of 'em days Wake up, smell the piss, poppin' zits, Copping fits off the thrift shop, and dropping hits Often it's daily I get top from chicks Still top of lists Stop and frisk copper pigs Sock a Soccer Momma's kids Sucky from a succubus Unlucky, pissed I even exist I be in the midst of mood shifts I breathe in the mist I begin to drift Fools is envious a bit Riding in the whip, pool lane Posse gang of six Know, if you sending goons, you a bitch, bro Harpoon through your thick skull Spoonful of tunes, bowl of beats Flow is crisco Your bitch know this dick swole Akimbo the pistols and then go and get dough Fictional; The tough talks residual from buff jocks And niggas who'll snuff opps with buck shots Give a fuck not Rap 'til my blood stop pumping and I rot Bops, no duds, opps gunning for my spot Cream of the crop shit You're D-League, I'm top shit It's easy to spot Get it notched in your noggin Flogging and whipping each bitch with a different opinion or thought 'S not on the agenda Commend your poor taste, But I ain't got no time to waste --It's just one of 'em days
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CIRCUS 02:40
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Better know your worth, kid I stumbled off the earth, hit a dirt pit Regurgitated half the herb-spliff I smoked up, Choking on my words, not concerned with all these old fucks All these sluts with their pursed lips and their purses opened up Sure to brust, sure to blow, go erupt One thing I'm certain of is it's a circus of life, Not a circle 'cause I'm getting clowned left and right All these Urkels ball-bust ya just to act like they ain't fucked ya I've had enough Puff up some lye, wipe the crust from my eye It's been 18 years, and I'm still not adjusted to life And I still want to trust that I'm right to be huffin' and puffin' this mic Give a fuck what you like I'm accustomed to trusting my gut On the cusp of a bucket of bucks for my loved ones Tears rusted on my cheeks Lost ones serve and remind me to grind and to blossom Exhaustion partially excites 'cause it shows and I feel I'm alive And it's awesome At what cost comes comfort? 'Cause strife been a cause of some lost funds Thief in the night Got me up with a shotgun sitting on the porch Finna scorch him and drop him Leave him a corpse, of course These niggas know I'll never take a loss unsettled I'm a boss, Gepetto, got the floss, chords, strings on these niggas Pull threads when I want something Seen all these niggas' hoes beg for my cock in 'em I swear I'm committed for the long run Ten toes in it, shins splinted, fist tossing I got none to lose Bruisin' and fighting my way through the ooze of this life 'Til I've outright won
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TOOTHPICK 02:03
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Thick and thin, nigga, Tooth and nail The truth prevails And truth is my youth has sailed I'm bruised and frail The cruise ship is sunken, no movement My screws have been loosened I'm foolish I'm drool spitting up 'cause I'm too lit My thread been unspooled Quit acting like I knew shit when I quit the school shit And I hit a new pit, a new low I been going through it Summer '18 had my mood switched Dazed and confused, sipping brews Unamused with the cool kids Flipped when the spring tipped August had the team ripped Juvenile delinquent Nobody to link with Sitting on the brink getting deep set in deep shit Knee deep, I had to creep up out the creek And y'all ain't even get your feet wet I had to reset Ain't no recess from the recesses of your thoughts Oh, you ain't eat yet? No brain food My brain glued to the same feud with the fam Niggas had me making fists out my hands Canons lose, never If I did, though, I could do damage I could prove I've been mismanaged, making bad moves Damn it
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ICE 01:27
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Tread lightly The ice be thin as I be In winter spent high fees eating Chinese Relapsed off the summer nights eating my Zzzs Now it's plates full, not often, occassional, But I'm grateful Grandma said don't waste no time Been steady on the grind Chin heavy, but I hold it up, Ready for the shine What's mine finna get got I go hard as sweatshops Been golden, been glowing Emboldened to get going, get tokens, get more ends Soak in the ocean It means most when those words unspoken are known 'mongst friends Broke and emotive Choke when I'm blowing smoke Pen is loaded Boasting, my bloated ego eroding Joke 'bout my death while hoping I croak And go ghost Supposed to want to be oh so scholarly Get a job, degree This economy reeks of death It's dead dreams that's haunting me My wings are stretched Open Hoping for the best Moping set to rest Motion in my chest Heart beat like a star fleet Lightspeed Nightly gripes with my psyche That's how I be
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AIMLESS 01:42
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Often aimless Cough and face spliffs My thoughts is anxious I'm caught in anguish tryna make sense of vacancies in my ways Daily, hit the day shift And make payments These niggas know My game face is ready if you tryna taste fists It's passion in my page scripts It's action over saying shit It's growth and not decay Sit the ash inside the tray Quit playing games I lead the pack and not astray My brain is packed with words to say But they've been trapped, have not escaped yet Ain't no banquet I'm starving off of plates What I ate's what I slept Heavy freight in my train set In my plane jet Head in the clouds, embedded in crowds You better bet it the loud's a credit to how I stayed up when I was prepped to drown Instead I leapt abound some higher ground By the gram, nigga, by the pound This the jam, nigga, this the sound I was down I'm feeling better now I was down I'm getting better now
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KNOW 01:44
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'Fuck a lame nigga know about it? 'Fuck a lame nigga know about it? Nothing short of Black Excellence The tracks dope as crack tenements and smack den chemists Relax and enlist Clyde in the Top 10 Rap Acts, I insist I exist for the fuck of it I'mma live by a bucket list I ain't shit, I ain't nothing if not A product of the love that I have been smothered with So it's shouts to my Mother and Pops Lungs rot I go Snuffleupagus puffing hits Couple spliffs on my tongue and lips Couple sips led to drunkenness Bridges burnt with the sunken ships Come to terms and I've come to grips with the consequence of my consumption Lost trust that was hard to earn turnt up at the function No compunction 'bout the beverage served I had my lesson learned Caressing lettuce, I still let it burn when stress occurring I a mess or worse, but nonetheless I'm next to best But lately I been less than sure 'Fuck am I saying? My intentions pure, so rest assured With every word I bless and cure And profess that if it's -esque you heard It's from the heart and chest and turnt Yeah, speak from the heart We preaching this art Seeking to start on this mission, embark It's hard shit we impart When it's bleak or it's dark You're weakened and far from reach is when we send you an arm To take hold of You old enough to know nothing keep you from harm But we can bare the truth together or alone Ignorance a bliss that I've never know Bet lame know about it though Bet a lame nigga know about it though
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REMAINS 01:26
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It's a lot left to learn It's a process; it's earned If it's pot let it burn What we got is a turn What we got is a term Then we rot or we burn when we drop I'd prefer if I got what's deserved 'Fore I'm locked in a plot of this earth Often ponder my worth If I put God first will my problems disperse? Getting harder to nurse hope And I hardly hit herbs So I can't cope when all it gets worse But it all finna work I go hard and berserk Spit bars 'til it hurt Wear my heart on my sleeve Wear my heart on my shirt And I swear it be Rap shit like therapy So rare it be, the clarity I get from sharing heat Fuck what a lame-ass care to see This is flames; this is kerosene All you squares too scary, move carefully I dare to be a fair degree above the norm I can't conform You sheeps wool soft, I'm coarse Of course you can't plot a course You follow, you hollow your soul and lend fools control You can't borrow me Y'all post-lobotomy Y'all zombie freaks Y'all folks should probably ease off of me I'm much too strong and y'all probably weak Up top, at least
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TRUST 02:00
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I been raised right My ways my stray when I blaze pipes Graze through the ashtrays and taste booze and vapes I take all the blame myself Niggas looking at me like I ain't tried to mend what I break Time and time again Full send when I face mics Pen when I paste rhymes to page It's microwave have your brain fried; Fire radiates I only hesitate to waste time At my base I'm a 10, make dimes out my face Fives out them lame niggas tryna baste mine I'm golden even when I ain't shine Niggas bold enough to try me with the line about my debts but I done paid mine I know it's a lot left to learn Broke bitches don't concern Toke when I want to adjourn the stress Know that I'm arsenic sick Spit bars, it ain't thick ice Aimless and dazed everyday Bet this age like Mozart I pray -esque find a way high up like a hang glide Wildin' and anxious but aging with grace And I'm thankless No thanks if you ain't Clyde Nigga

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WARMTH, a mixtape by "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

Originally released on a daily basis in the sequence of the track list as singles for "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY'S 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (25/12/2018-05/01/2019). Each track samples a Christmas song in accordance with the theme. Lyrics in track descriptions. Samples in track descriptions.

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I was disappointed with myself for my low output. I had the idea stewing in my head for a while of a 25 Days of Christmas rollout where I dropped a single every day of December leading up to Christmas and then compiled the finished product as an album, so in late November I decided to go for it. I knew I wouldn't be able to drop 25 songs from scratch at the fuckin' snail's pace I was going (1 single per month), so I decided I'd sample Christmas music to give myself a narrow field to work within and also reinforce the Christmas theme. I soon came to the realization that I would not at all be able to come up with 25 songs, so I trimmed it down to my 12 Days of Christmas, which I figured was even more Christmasy since the 12 Days are an actual thing and I'd only gotten the 25 Days idea from that shit they used to do on ABC Family (which is now Freeform wtf) where they'd broadcast Christmas content from December 1st to 25th. So I decided December 1-12 would be my 12 Days of Christmas. I thought I'd be way further ahead this way (with only 12 tracks), I mean, I wanted to have all the tracks finished before December 1st. That didn't happen, so I moved it from December 25th-January 5th. Most tracks were mixed/mastered a day before release with final touches on the day of release. Shit, I rewrote and recorded TRUST yesterday, and here it is today. Nonetheless, I'm pretty proud of myself and can't wait to run this shit front to back. No one's reading all this shit, but the Album format is my favorite way to consume music. The album experience is top shit to me. I'm not a singles ass nigga. 1 track that you like a lot? Try fuckin' 10 minimum per industry standard. More to love the way I see it, 'nam saiyan? Exactly. I can't to wait to have a *discography*. I'm talking multiple albums. Just wait, more good shit to come, I promise I'm cool. I'm trying hard as shit out here, nigga. Somebody notice me, fuck. I've gone on long enough. I can honestly say I tried hard as fuck on this. It was a lot more difficult than I expected it to be, but a lot of that's probably my own fault. Anyways. Don't be afraid to be a tryhard. I'm owning that shit. Love yourself

SPECIAL THANKS TO -esque MICHAEL, RILEY, JOSHUA, JUSTIN, JOMAR, KENJI

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released January 5, 2019

ALL SONGS PRODUCED by "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

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