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natural 20

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1.
forfeit 01:53
lyrics
I've been running out of time And been running out of land Sprinting far away with this blood on my hands Flooding the sands with this sun beating down Words i can't pronounce keep coming out my mouth Pen creates a frown when its pressed upon my scalp Want to drop this compilation, never find my whereabouts I've become one with my peers, wonder if we share fears Hard to breathe in this cluttered atmosphere Hard to tell what the time is Got a watch on my arm it doesn't even tick Feeling like the rib that was removed from the sinner To make it through the winter Forfeit all your wishes To far to go I've been running with the snow To far to go Ive been running real slow To far to go Hard to tell what the time is Got a watch on my arm it doesn't even tick Feeling like the rib that was removed from the sinner To make it through the winter Forfeit all your wishes
2.
dash like roscoe (feat. aasir) 02:44
lyrics
Don't have the money for my english books This is my day to day Bank account reads like morse code Everything is pay to play I start the morning with thoughts In fight or flight My skin is china white I'm an introverted atheist Don't want to see the light Firm palm grip on the pipe That's how i see my light To see beyond my sight you gotta roll the yellow die Barring up the windows That's how i practice Kids stay smoking vapes I'm still on the matches Had a couple new babes right up on the mattress Try to get a free meal i know your tactics Everlasting I got crazy pussy loaded up by the boatload Last white chick had a pussy smell like narcos So i dug deep in that hole like i was pablo Her boyfriend bust in ima dash like roscoe Finna dash like roscoe Fuck gastapo They can't catch me when i drive slow Little pigs on a bike when i drive slow Little pigs on a bike when i drive slow Do the dash like roscoe Fuck gastapo They cant catch me when i drive slow Little pigs on a bike when i drive slow Little pigs ina blanket Yeah I'm ya idol Keep a title chapter 1 tah 9 I'm not a Puerto Rican They be askin alla time That's fine Swine in my dinner Flip n dive I dash like cam can collect My shit dime Dimes on the prowl Whose what will we do? These bitches too official Titty tats n scars too You've been dwelling in your worries love That's fine all cool But your worry best to scurry At the door with those shoes Said the pot bubble little Ooo pop sun it sizzle If I rot in the middle Please knot me up forreall Tho Smack my face wake my grace Cause I'm buggin word to Shay Cant a dollar in my pocket Give my brother back his brain So if the god in the flesh Then it's god I be If the smog be a test Pay him under the seat Got my sticker n I'm chillin Wait what do I see The lo-cal PD Got they blankets n sheets Yo peep Finna dash like roscoe Fuck gastapo They can't catch me when i drive slow Little pigs on a bike when i drive slow Little pigs on a bike when i drive slow Do the dash like roscoe Fuck gastapo They cant catch me when i drive slow Little pigs on a bike when i drive slow Little pigs ina blanket Yeah
3.
good friday (feat. URSUS. & sly queasy) 02:40
lyrics
Bad language speaker Inner anguish seeker When we tumble on the bed shes asking me to freak her Like it's Friday My spermies speeding down the highway And if they ain't surviving then there's not a dry leg In the sheets Used to roam suburban streets Now I'm high in the city basking in the sunse(a)t Isn't it redundant if we talking ocean beach Muni brakes squeaking that's sounding like your speech Now we slurring cuz it's Friday! Friday Good Friday Another weekend stuck writing Friday Good Friday Yerba matte catch me posted up at right aid Friday Good Friday Now we slurring cuz it's Friday Slurring cuz it's Friday Another damn friday and I'm stuck on an amtrak 10 hours of my life i know i won't get back Trying to make your woman stay is so redundant While I'm in her atlantic rowing like the ocean brothers I got they thems rolling up spliffs and tobacco Shots like pascal, 200 when i pass go If their aint blood on my inner finger nails, I'm not working hard enough I got a couple hundred harddrives to sum it up Now we slurring cause its friday Friday good friday 10 hours spent writing Friday good friday Baja Blast Freeze in my bloodstream Friday good friday 10 hours spent writing Friday good friday Friday, Saturday, blunt force smacker day Blood shed spatter day, shit talk chatter say Whatever you want, fuck a Friday, it's Sly-Day With a dumb broad who will do whatever I say Dare I say I'm a fuckin' problem When we get the pipe bombs, chuck ‘em, toss ‘em Send a couple whizzin' towards your stomach, nauseous Big fuckin' damage, Gundam, rockets I ain't slurring but it's Friday Friday, Good Friday Big tits, fat ass, and a tight waist Friday, Good Friday Now sick the dogs on ‘em, fuck ‘em up Friday, Good Friday And put some holes in your button up Friday, Good Friday
4.
slamboree 02:00
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My eyes bloodshot, the look of the night Your eyes got some tear drops, you crippled with fright Worth a solid 300 how i am with the strike Your lady will take pipe, come and crash with the lowlifes Cole aint the only one with a crooked smile Blowing out more smoke than a hookah lounge Henny got your main chick loose and wild And you staring at us like a foolish child Cool it down Curt henning how i am with the penning You david arquette as they rain the confetti While you stumble on stage with the words you're forgetting I'll be talking to your crew like freddie gibbs on the jet ski Pay me and pay me now My presence worth more than your pension My pockets vegetarian wanting lettuce and dressing Look at the man you're addressing You got the heart of a henchman Watching you spar is depressing You're bottom tier of your profession Pulling everybody down with your clown ass You lace up your boots and think you can go spazz Russo would even laugh at your clown ass You're nothing but matt borne with the clown mask Pulling everybody down with your clown ass You lace up your boots and think you can go spazz Russo would even laugh at your clown ass You're nothing but ray apollo with the clown mask
5.
throw it back in time (feat. sly queasy) 02:47
lyrics
You ever seen a motherfucker drip like an acid trip I don't care about fashion trends 50 on a pair of kicks Never catch me lacking thats absurd So icy make gucci mane say burr Yurr Bodega boys while i shop for toys A good dom stays on the job You'd be amazed what a man can do with a tongue and some vocal chords Go from all 4s to the texture of a smore Lord I got that good kosher dick Trust baby take a hit you won't gotta repent Eve got lured by the serpent you wouldn't be the first Certainly not the last Swapping players like its double dash Bubble jacket got that Moncler coat The low tier goat Performing at shows throwing elbows The toughest fellow can get decked in the mouth Don't care about confrontation or the slightest of clout Throw it back in time lil mama Ayyya Throw it back in time lil mama Ayyya Marty Mcfly can see you got game So throw it back in time lil mama Ay, Ay It's mister sick to your stomach Mister zip it up quick, distribute it to the public Mister hit your little sister, give the dick to your cousin Mister dead body falling out the whip and it's nothing Mister, rappity rap, yak yak yakkity yak Tell the backpackers shut up, go relax in the back Don't speak to me in that tone, all matter of fact Wind up all battered and cracked with that nonsense Power power, I come give me some Don't guzzle ginny rum, none 151 Now send one off in the sky To let em know the bullshit is just not gonna fly Target acquired, eyes up you talking to God I put bitches on the curb like I'm parking the ride So come and test the water baby, I'm a shark in the thighs I'm a thorn stuck sharp in your side, Sly Queasy! Throw it back in time lil mama Ayyya Throw it back in time lil mama Ayyya Marty Mcfly can see you got game So throw it back in time lil mama Ay, Ay
6.
19 (prod. by aasir) 01:09
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Gotta feed the fam I can still feel me floating when not in the air That's not my flow i'm sorry Wanted a chance to not be who i am Calling out of work so i can see through the fools and the scams Choosing to be the man Years have passed and i've been just a boy The static noise still hurts but anything to be employed Year one gathers dust on my shelf I've lost my way if i succumb to my wealth Born and raised as a bum you can pelt A sum of the cards i was dealt Hung on the belt Will i stall and fail Only time will tell The d20 tells me how ill be feeling Pound on the ceiling Nineteen and no time for grieving Nineteen and i change through the seasons Nineteen and i need to start believing Nineteen
7.
fed up (prod. by aasir) 02:04
lyrics
Don't know what I'm supposed to be thinking, i can't call it Fearful of drinking grandaddy was an alcoholic I can still smell tobacco under my fingernails Dead men never kiss and tell, wish me well I've had to carry women strewn over my shoulder The weight of many boulders just to make sure they don't fold Still see the 20-foot drop between my toes Didn't know how to cope but i wasn't letting go Made sure on my life you were there the next day Made sure on my life you were the next day I wouldn't know what i would do without you You wouldn't know what you would do without me I'm fed up with almost losing you Fed up with almost losing her Fed up with almost losing everything between If you looked behind the scenes you'd see it wasn't what it seems

about

whose's second solo project of the first campaign, 2/3. using more sample based production, with a bounce that hasn't been seen since early 2000's timbo, and lyrics that are made to be the pinnacle of small man braggadocio.

'I wanted the title of the album to reflect the content included within. when you roll a nat 20, you are on top of the world. so why not talk my shit?"

-whose

notable tracks:
dash like roscoe (ft. aasir)
throw it back in time (ft. sly queasy)

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released October 31, 2019

all songs produced, mixed, and mastered by whose, unless stated otherwise.
written by whose and listed features. (aasir, URSUS., sly queasy)

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