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Does Anybody Make Mixtapes 3

by Tracy Lamont

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Gone (Let's Go) 01:54
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They say it’s a problem Shhh I got the answer Shhh Smoke like I don’t believe in cancer Way that I’m rolling these grams up The same as I’m filling these stands up You fuckin with me then stand up Like homecoming need my bands up We’ll do anything but band up Lotta people you just can’t trust Press my line and press your damn luck Press play and push through Pussy niggas just move Aye I ain’t gone say that my crew is the toughest But niggas not going for shit Aye Start a fire then we going camping All of us picking up stick Aye Getting a hand on this shit Aye Flipping it all but the script Aye Flipping these words fore I’m flipping a brick But I’m with the shits License the blick Flow is like water Like I come with Triton I bet I could beat up Poseidon I bet I could vet a deal for my writings Exciting Every song is like a Goat Sighting Power plays like Ghost writing Got em shocked I throw lightening Raiden the game You shot your shot and the played in your name But you kept it cooking and turned up the flame Now this a fatality This here might alter reality Wish you would challenge me I don’t have to rap fast I just like to Don’t be mad cuz you can’t Do what I do I know you got your own wave I don’t ride you All my shii rock Like them white dudes All my insights is insightful I’m Eiffel Tower over rappers Tryna stifle but idle Got me some mentors But I never had an Idol I just get better I don’t tend to be spiteful Roll out the red carpet They prepping for my arrival Baby love the kid She cummin same time as I do Used to move reckless But had to switch up how I move Moving real different I needed that peace of mind foo
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So Much More (Freestyle) 02:11
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Shoutout my nigga J I’m finna light a Jay Hella hoes at the house party I’m kid and play My OG was moving bass You Michele No backbone on these cats They fish filet Niggas w/o motion Sunday at Chik-Fil-A Hol up I’m just get started Too much heart to be heartless I don’t care if he charted These boys can’t rap or write they own songs Funny the people vibing to me Writing my wrongs Its anything but the truth What he writing is wrong I eat beats Like fried fish and prawns My flow tailor made His from out the pawn 2nd hand raps Only clothes can be thrifty I might never do numbers like 03 Fifty But forever keep it G With the unit that’s wit me Get me Nah Maybe not My only concern Is the options my baby got If she can’t give her 2 weeks Then I’m sittin on baby knots Trying control the the knots On a helluva crazy yacht Baby I Just need a little more time And I say that all the time And you give me a watch But don’t watch the time Left my fears at the dock Set sail to my prime Can my beats beat Premier or Royce with the rhymes With all due respect Just give me a little time Or alot But fuck it that’s all we got Even after I cop The G Wagon and drop In it for the love but we gotta get the gwap I could never stop Fuck you thought Or fuck you mean It’s a gift and a curse People you’ll gun for Will put yo ass in a Herbst Pray for my nigga Before I blast in a verse Pray for the kid I gotta passion that hurts I’m just cashing in work Gotta invest tho Putting cash in this work And I spaz I don’t pass on a verse For however long I last on this Earth Spreading love king of Nazareth birth Look Use your eyes Game cold as ice But we got it in a vice I’m too nice
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Level UP! 02:39
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Lemme get focused mane Can’t afford to be numb like Novocain Gassed up flow so propane I’m the heir of this shit Don’t suffocate Yea I’m humble but I don’t ever supplicate Stand on my own 2 And adjust the fate Then holla at God Just to clean the slate Ah weem ba way Saw death so I leaned away Never saw God But I seen his grace Don’t call it a comeback I ain’t been away Make a nigga uncomfortable Like I been a way Ain’t shit poppin Threw the bean away I’m on a roll like X But I been this way Either you bout it or you in the way Too many fake niggas They gone end the way I could drop rappers Like the end of waves I need a rack by the end of day Need a foundation not a PPP Or a nice new phone with a DPP Hit all my bad habits with a DDT I just gotta be my best fore I D-I-E Its a lot of hating niggas on my T-I-P Huh The hustle Grand yours T-I-NY And I never met a B I need Fighting myself and its be-yond me Smoking gas call it Neon Green Too coo where the freon be You move where the peons be You schooled if the bell I ring More dope then the medellin Dudes healed so its Meds I bring Talking vibes not an oxy ting What a back on my foxy ting Run it back if I lost you king Shit fly what it cost you king How it shine do it fill all the dark and pain I just can’t give my soul for the flossy things I’m off them things I bought them rings We gone buy some more After Gotham rings Know from Broad St Out to Botham Jean I’m just giving my all What I’m offering Put my soul in this shit They be posturing Break yo back What that posture bring I’m intact But they plot on me And with tact Imma stack this cheese She gift wrapped Blow her back for free If ya girl home alone I might smack them cheeks This pack Blow a back on me Give love It come back on me I’m back to back Jackie Chan and Chris T-u-c Ks packed blow back Hurt ya wrist for weeks Kill yo shit Have you pissed for weeks Sum it up You can’t mix with me This is pure dedication It’s no mystery Like a van full of kids with a talking dog We will shut down your shit Keep it walking dog From the era where they tell a nigga walk it off Even if you lost your legs and can’t walk at all It’s a cold ass world that we walking dog But I still see the good unless the cops involved They say it ain’t all cops They ain’t stopping y’all They still working killers so just knock it off That’s store in the mall Hot Topic dawg
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Killin' Em Slowly (Freestyle) 02:35
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Let me roll my canibus I’m in the land Where they scandalous Want peace But they hand us drugs Ask for raise Tryna raise the youth Just to rant and rave While we raise the roof Set the stage with couth Set ablaze for blues Strip em down What they bound to do They ain’t down for you If brown the hue Then a round’ll shoot From a crown and a lazy su Tell these rap niggas BRB With they doll like a Barbie She pop a Dolph like its PRE Bumpin Key Glock With a glock beside Cuz they just wanna Pop So they down to ride Pop a nigga like he don’t mean shit to his mamma They’ll pop a momma too Its a motherfucker Everybody mood Try some other sucker Who wanna help Ain’t that what we need Yea Yea Yea yea yea You won’t make them moves if you scared nigga Make em scared get scarred take them scars witcha Take them shots How else you gone get the picture? Yea Yea Yea yea yea All I ever hear is me me me I ain’t too much different It ain’t much I want though Just a lotta weed and a little Fronto Some peace of mind a few 100 front doors So my girl can quit Everytime they trip They be on some shit Wanna overwork and under pay you Rich white owners just wanna lay you Down Scary round here for the Black women All these niggas just wanna be hard They just wanna be high They just wanna be fly I just wanna check Want some neck and Respect Respect that I earn from my name and my rep Without claiming a set What you claim when its set Tables get turned And you naming the set You a lame you a mess Refrain from the stress It remain in your best To frame from the less Angled they hang you Impress duress Short on cash High stakes for the rest Like a stake in your flesh He ain’t on the vamp life That’s how late fees assessed Its too late for requests Let me bring you abreast Like its weight off your chest Issa wait if you pressed Yes Give a little time she’ll undress Could’ve crashed out But I’m blessed I aint pull a ham But I flex We be goin up at I- BEX Know I got now Plus I’m next Shut the bull down if I’m vexed Check On A nigga Don’t step On A nigga Get yo rep on Respect Not a check from a nigga Yea
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Goldeneye 02:13
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Just ate some pussy And jumped on this beat Your favorite rapper will not rap with me Jumped out the cat To catastrophes I’m working the skill The muscle will not atrophy Actually They telling me like I sound a goat And you niggas sound baaaadddddd The Queen got a Louie But I’m in my baaaaggggggg Aye Snap on some shit like a Slim Jim I make slaps like I pimp pen This shii is up like a blimp friend So player might limp in What can you say about it I don’t trust what you say If you don’t know your way up out it They say the game is crowded But I feel like I’m on lonely island I’m on a boat I’m float in I run this shit like a sult an That shit that you put out in sult an I do this of ten I got a catalog And its more coming I’m strapped like its war coming Rest in peace to my niggas I pour something Poppin Champagne cuz its Saturday Feel like Don Hathaway I got a song for you Smoking on sumn too strong for you She popping that ass with her Thong in view She knowin just what I long to do Blow that back out Write a song or two Hop in that truck Like a Tonka to Get to that bag And a bonkers view I need a house on a lake I need a farm bout the size of a state Insured by Jake So much cash I can’t rake I’m tryna bless my niggas I love em I don’t try to best my niggas I focus on me Improving the self Always outside I am not moving stealth I’m focused on wealth Fug wit Calisthenics I’m working on health I know a nigga that been coulda made it I know a nigga that switched when he made it I know a nigga turned bitch when he made it I know a shhh Fug it Remember we rode in my bucket Remember we running round Summer Tree bugging Unk saved my life almost peeled they whole onion I put a ring on the bag like a funyan I married the money and Married the love of my life That shit legal Bending the corner in Regals Hotbox the whip with my people Duckin the evils I dog a track like a beagle Play yo shit right ain’t no sequel They roll the credits and start saying eulogies We past the scrutiny Regrets, contumacy You niggas humor me I understand It seem like the world got immunity Beat yo ass with impunity Brutally I just ask God to tutor me
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Drive to Deep Ellum 01:54
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Blood on the leaves Blood in blood out You like blood if you locked in with me I pay attention I’m paying the cost I’m knowing that nothings for free So I pay the fees Roll up some tree I blow a bag on the fam All of them had me in jam I played the back Now Im back to back And Im in the front like its missionary I see it coming I’m visionary I know the future not built for the scary Ifin you want it you dare not to tarry The riffin don’t scare me My speakers is blaring No one is caring He throw a tiff then he missed the apparent We only riff over paper or family I can’t let the bull damage me I can’t listen to a fool rambling I need the bands like I went to Gramblin Scrambling I’m Randall Cunningham I run it back Like the running man Gun in hand Shoot for stars And you land where you run it fam I did it I done it fam I search my soul for the dirt And I layed in it Sat with the feelings til I felt the weight in it Gotta swim you can’t wade in it The waters too deep The feelings to real Getting some money do not mean you healed Do not mean you Gangsta Do not mean you real Neither does being broke bitch Working on soul til I’m so rich If you had reaped it you sowed it Can’t put out my light Cuz we so lit I do my thing and they notice Taking my time Its been a slow lick Roast shit Wipe the scene Hit the coast shit Ghost shit Smoke shit Kick lungs out motion Dammit I be floating On my Space Ghost shit Coast to Coast Shit I rap I’m supposed boast I stay cool I flex my soul I stay down to hit my goals Out the way perfecting flows I can’t play I slay my foes System built for us to fold All I know is I was chose So I gotta give my soul
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Privileged Rappers 02:43
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Rappers complain about content Say it take too much to get on You can be famous With a couple post of the phone Shit you can call me Post Malone the Poster child for posting They gone say they cloned Tyrone Now how I make it clear and clever A worthwhile endeavor To never let up the pressure Even when you been fed up Gettin crumbs towards your bread up Seeing bums in debt us Kickin back smoking lettuce Prepping up all the message Checkin on all questions They beckon for real to reckon I reckon its time to check in I step in astonished guest in People posing the question Who that is that had stepped in Looking like he be steppin But more kind then the reverend Get to know me first People say a lot You got to show me first You said that that you a freak Truth be told You got to blow me first If I’m with my brother He gone shoot like he Ginoboli first So please don’t cause no static Cuz I’m really tryna chill Lay low and build Pop up and kill Pop up like ewww What he driving is sick And its crazy to think I got it all out a Bic I tailor the flow swiftly Watch Rick get schwifty Head stay on a swivel Cuz a lot people is shifty As the world goes to shit I’m tryna make it less shitty With good vibes And words that’s uplifting Plus he got a presence That fill your soul like Christmas Thanksgiving Bar Mitzvahs Thankful that car missed us Dodging the feds pictures Constant checking the litmus You ain’t gotta step on toes To hear a grown man squeal If you just let people talk Amazing what they reveal Was chasing after the thrill Now I work on the skill And keep shii rollin like a slip down a hill Or these big JEEP wheels Riding 285 I’m too alive Hip Hop will thrive as long as he alive I don’t act unless you talking about a movie roll I write my raps and take the Queen out for Sushi Rolls I work this job until rap pays for her Sushi Rolls Or Bougie Robes She like Louis and I like cracking codes I’m back in mode Exacting tact when I’m taxing foes No back and forth stay on that side Where you had switched and chose Its twisted souls that we oppose And though they come in droves I John Wicke some of the illest And make em look like hoes
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Everything Sexy (Freestyle) 02:08
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You can do anything you want When you sexy And I been that Even when I had the braces with the chin strap Now I’m stacking big faces and my kin strapped Big cap Like they roll with Doug Dimmidome Type of people make you never wanna visit home When I was out on my ass You ain’t hit my phone Depressed for 6 months I ain’t get a call Just thick black chick That don’t ever stall She gone fly across the world When the kid ball Cuz she’ll fly across the world With nothing at all Hmmm That’s something my dawg But what do I know I don’t hang with no rats Call Fival Or call 5-0 Rapping till I’m 5-0 Had to trim the fat Lipo They Roll out Red carpet When I flow Its a parade in my city And I float Imma brigade my city For the real shit Imma say its my city But its real big And Imma transplant But I’m putting on Shouts to VA and NC Where I’m really from Can I make a way So I can really give back Got lost on the way I was falling into traps Trippin up and down the coast Should’ve found me a map Ain’t I look for it? Maybe I search like a man That what my girl be saying It’s too real man this world we play in The shii we go through Make us through as Saiyan What the feeling weighing When the ceiling breaking I don’t know I ain’t found my way in But I am living proof of the dedication Making strides had to dead the waiting Might not get there if you hesitating I’m Eurosteppin then I’m hesi faking Got the people runnin mad as shit From the food to the habits dished Plate the hate on a average Make it rage for the savages And give a raise just to balance it Inflate just to challenge it Big money in the talentless Or no nuts on the talented I’m here to challenge shit I’m here to change the tide Join the wave if you down to ride I gotta go like Now I can’t be waiting around You know the game But you playing around I’m cooking shit up Then I’m laying it down Flow after flow I just know you gone drown They peep the drip But first they see the crown I ain’t even on me Its in me I bypass the Envy Don’t keep a semi The 9 is divine It’s a Hemi Dodging the beef But I dart to the money I’m quiet as fuck But the people still love me I get on these beats And I spit it so lovely I been addicted To rap like a druggy Wrote my first bars and I never looked back I got 3 states on my back I could never come wack
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RIP Takeoff 02:19
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Look What do you see They tryna put goggles on all your defeats Limit your access pay for your reach They want you sink go submarine I been deep diving with my team Through all of these waves I feel like a King They fear the regime I up the regiment I rock like sediment They wanna talk But won’t address the elephant I address it like it’s mail I sent Misunderstood like Maleficent They know how I go But the mode is benevolent I do the most if the most what’s intelligent But most of the time that shit be irrevelant Niggas be talkin that talk And I’m walking it down That shit like an op Telling it all You seeming more like a cop Few gems in the drops Til it’s new gems in a drop Now we pull stems out the crop And I keep one in the top Case a nigga think he got the drop What a nigga got Stored up in a box Locked up with a lock Locked up in shock Trauma up and down the block Got it going down You gotta give it up This a robbery Get them hands lifting up Steal yo anxiety Maybe yo gifts can be found in your piety Look I cant work with you riding me Tell me if you ever tired of me Bleeding my passion phlebotomy Light up some botany Pass it through colony Shhhhh The wisdom is calling me Calling my spirit Be still and you hear it Instilling the fear and directed I’m steering protected by angels Deflected the angles ulterior motives We roasting It fall off the bone like we smoked it I’m seeing the steam bitch I smoked it I rap like a ring Go in circles round niggas You suck But I heard of you niggas All that clout won’t write verse for you niggas It’s a herbst for you niggas Get worse for you niggas You know I’m that nigga The world is a trigger I’m shooting my shot don’t get caught in the middle
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For Mama Jack 01:00
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I'm full of bars Lemme serve you a drink Hope my shot at the game Keep me buzzing I think I tend to these bars Pat they back at the sink Hang em over your head Make you sick to your stomach Don't get too full of yourself I'm told that's how you plummet To kill my sunrise You'll need one hell of a tonic Okay That line was a reach I want to take the Queen to Bali And have sex on the beach She make my earthquake Like Tyler was on the beat I been rapping since 9 I won't accept defeat Or deceit as I rise from beneath Gotta find your own crown The throne comes with a seat Spend too much time watching You'll never get to see What your life's made of Or what it could truly be Cuz it's all what you make it And perception is key You should see for yourself Don't take it from me You can lead em to water But you can't make em drink If my homie get big Then that don't mean I shrink That mean I'm in good company Possibly on the brink Of doing just the same If I just stay in the ring! Man What’s challenging Become automatic You ain’t gotta smack TVs To clear the static I’m just chillin with my G’s Like the bands on me If I ever cause you grief Don’t cancel me Some things an opportunity to teach Instead popping an Op When conversations in reach Unless its life or death Then it just is what it be I thank each and every soul For their interest in me My life unfolding How I want it to be A reflection of me People mirror my actions Times I change what I see Sometimes I’m too harsh So I change how I speak The wind blow a leaf Or it can tear down a tree Let the words build me up You can’t tear down me I be moving with the spirit of the G-O-D Anytime I feel fear its the human in me And I still move forward Cuz its nothin to me Comparing sleeping outside To tryna sell CD’s Walkin 10 miles for work I mean who can compete I know it can be done I know its in reach Sometimes I’m discouraged Gotta work when I’m weak
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Real Shii Last 02:33
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Let me know wassup Wifey she want the baddest truck I just want the rackys up I’m just tryna be like Serena You know Rack it up Bring the bacon home to the Queen Like bae back it up The way I put it down on this mic They cant have enough I don’t ever have to act hard You ain’t half as tough What’s harder than being yourself Amongst followers Everybody say that they real But who’s accountable Everybody say they’ll shoot But who’s down to love Anybody die for yo ass Will anybody live Everybody coming for theirs But who wanna give Everybody pussy Someone said that I’m a fucking dick Nah I admit when I’m wrong And I don’t fucking switch Mind my own business And get money What could you ask for? I still felt blessed with Honda logos On the dashboard Know Iconsider the cost Then pay cash for it Playing Outriders with Lou Phantom Dash more Shii smooth as hell And help me to outlast more Fully loaded whips And trips stamping the passport If I never give you the world You got my fuggin soul I’ll kill for you and live too I gotta certain code If the house get any nicer Take humble out abode You would think I had Top on the phone How I got control Dropping so much music and I haven’t dropped the ball yet Feeling like Steph at the 3 You know its all net Okay yea I heard what you gross What do you all net? You say you look out for mans That’s what you call that? Me x Dee pull up in Benz With the Raw tags Just a bonus for the foresight My dog has Know y’all can’t see it yet I just hope you all last Nah I ain’t rich And I ain’t broke But I still cast My line in the waters Till I reel bass Aye Who want it real bad? Putting caulk in all the crevices I’m tryna seal gaps Niggas only rappin bout murder I’m tryna kill that Drugs, Sex, Money all you got You life real bad Niggas just wanna be around I’m tryna shift the culture I’ll shoot a bird out the sky Death to all the vultures I’m into Old Schools and Audi’s Hate the new Rovers Watch the boy get 4 rings With no do overs Real life shit Not them games that you feud over Catch me at Paradise Coolin vibin to Sober Move over If you ain’t pushing your crew forward You should really give up the reigns Hope that ain’t too forward Money don’t make you integral Its what you do for it Dreams don’t come true without work You should move toward it Only got ice on these flows Its like ya dude Nordic Either I’m Polar or postal But we gone get it there Yea I rap good But I make great songs I just play em Wrinkles They be singing along Dropping jam after jam What the heaven he on? Tryna party with my angel In Sierra Leone I’m just being Frank With an Ocean of flows Don’t crash out over one It’s a ocean of hoes Super Rich Kids with nothing but fake friends I just stay down I’m destined to make ends Right now they just meeting Want money to be twin When you see me you see him But we gotta stay solid All the grace I can’t begin No fake shit for the win If its hate then we not kin

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Tracy Lamont releases the third installment of the DOES ANYBODY MAKE MIXTAPES? series!

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released January 23, 2024

Written/Recorded/Performed by Tracy Lamont for PHC Worldwide LLC
Mixed/Mastered by MR. INK for PEN GAME MAFIA
Covert Art by Alaina "Big Daddy Lain" Jackson
PHC Wordwide LLC 2024

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Virginia’s Tracy Lamont is an artist creating eclectic music for the masses, never confining himself to one lane or sound. Calling Lamont an Artist is just the beginning, emceeing, beat making, singing and producing, Lamont’s versatility and impact in the studio makes him one of a kind. ... more

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