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Made Under Quarantine

by Reece Fuller

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1.
Theme Song to Made Under Quarantine 00:13
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2.
Off-Beat 01:11
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Comin on the track Cummin on your bitch back Bitch made comin this way Sharper on my words like a switch blade Outgrow the beat like a tumour Rumour has it that your mama bear a cougar Razor bars like the teeth of a barracuda You can't outdo it You can't overwrite me I'll hand you the bottle so you capture that lightning Seen a pic of your face and it's frightening To to put in contrast, enlightening Now I know just how fucked my opps been So I can keep writin that's been on my jobspin Cause my job's under law, quaraunteen that's god's trip No verse on the way, just gossip No salad's get eaten just tossed it
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The Thing 02:01
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Brandishing my brand of flashy show stopping toke rocking rapping sprees Outlandishly landin it so you cap on these Fuck a blogger, whore monger, let's see you attackin these Like my name was Pearl Harbour and you were the Japanese Blendin to all kinds of styles, rappin is wild, baby just call me The Thing I wanna piece of the pie, lemme just sing, Discord, crown me the king Wanna smoke up my buds, write a whole page, then I can call it a day I'm only rappin with love I don't fuck with hate, can you relate? Even when I diss, I support you, now, drink my piss I'm not writin hits, but I promise you I never miss Punk shit, get your head kicked in If you don't listen, lofi, CRT'll glisten N sixty 4 when I'm bored Prissy ass whore of a rapper act accord Actin like ya packin all heat When in reality You're lackin in the meat, now that's neat (On fatality) What I'm missin baby in my salary I make up tenfold with my dick and personality Fuck these kids be trashin me cause they won't be outlasting me I'm an album masterpiece You're track-by-track catastrophe I put that on your atrophy I got this hook, check it out check it out check it out Drinkin, smokin Blinked and tokin Room is spinnin Head is broken I'm just lowkey Tryna OD Think it would be funny, aye Yeah, 2020 Thinkin I'm just playin around Fuck an opp, they don't exist It's just me I'm the only rapper
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Made Before Breakfast (at 4pm but still) 01:53
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Smokin so much dro my fuckin eyes'll burn up Fuckin w my sounds so I'm gettin all turned up Recording underground but my voice is heard up Somebody call a paramedic, I just caused a murder Get this beat to the ER, from where we are You'd think a fuckin shotgun, but only three bars Didn't even let the poor thing loop What it do Guess I'm pourin out swag like a ladel with a soup No label, pushin out tunes til I'm rockin that cradle Lofi cause I'm mentally unstable No lies, man I'm crazier than Mabel Guess I'm pushin back the Abstract Fables To get all of my homies psyched up and flippin tables Reecie been droppin So the fuckin digitape all my homies gon cop it Tryna get it poppin Homie play my shit and never ever stop it Follow on the beat like I stalk it Girl you know I'll stuff you like a stocking that was out of pocket Play my music, rock it Cause little Reecie's only headed for up higher like a rocket Sayin sounds, no face to even mock it Records so dirty gotta mop it There's no toppin it
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Serenade (prod. I am a knife) 00:31
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slippin it into yo mom slippin it into yo mom slippin it into yo mom slippin it into yo mom slippin it into yo mom slippin it into yo mom creep out to the back deck and take another bong rip
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Intermission - Shoutouts Track 02:13
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Recorded at 2am (40 second jam) 00:57
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--It's Reece I'm the best, I'm a beast Lookin like the West but I'm soundin like the East (uh-huh) Kid, don't fuck on my steeze Saggin on the waist, Death Row long sleeves (uh-huh) Better than your besties Better than the comp, no Aiden no Z Out-write a cockbag's outright disaster Fuck a school, I'm the student and the master I've forgiven my past with no pastor I've forgotten all pace, it's no factor It's all love and all art you dumb bastard
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Tracks 02:07
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Snap the competition, you can call it Thanos or a Bane Like a cock magician, no fame, all in vein Posted up, in my punk stance, not a dance Not a trademark, just a snarled glance I don't play I'm an undead nightmare! Pull your teeth out, I never said I'd fight fair I don't sneak up, know me bitch I'm right there Sippin teas up, fuck a Bud Light beer Tees up, freeze up, kis up like I'm frieza Rappin like I'm sposed to do Cause I'm misfit, ode to new Bold mix of the hardcore shits And the hits No tricks, tommy like a drum kit Dumb shit, dumb shit! Blast that RedRummed shit Penny pincher, bum shit Tryna save up one click Tryna bool out with my homies But we're stuck inside to mine I don't fuck around with phonies Lowkey, smoke and back inside Nothin but potential: My credentials Fuckin on ya mental With no mentor Boolin I'ma bad bitch Got no mansion We don't fuck with snitches No we don't like your conventions We don't like eklipses, wanna keep it natural I won't admit this but you're fuckin up my stature, uh It's so embarrassing the way you try to flex you're a flop You think it's daring, delete all of your social when you drop -- Fuck an opp! Fuck these pussy ass muffin tops, no bite, all bark No trees, all bark All act, playin part All weed, not a narc Got some pants, all dark Got some plans, all smart No fans but I'll top a chart Fuckin with the voice memos Tryna get a start I got bars onto bars onto bars, goin hard I could kick a verse like flippin decks, if you play that card, uh
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Quarantine Freestyle 01:57
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Players got no rap when they act Jeez Pull up and I punish you with tact Peace Someday I'll have diamonds all black - cheese Boy ya hair is lookin Big Mac - grease Break you like the lock on a pad, no keys Liken me to court cause I'm comin for your fees Lookin how you dress, you can't style on my steeze You're lookin to impress while I always aim to please Lookin how I dress, if you're lucky see my underwear You go high class, I go shit I think is fun to wear Fundamental how I'm feeding thoughts on the paper judgmental til your caught up in the thots, what a caper I got street boys, cops, to the skids, what a joy I got hicks to muthafuckin goldfish kids I know hype beasts, light geeks, girlies that I skeet skeet Men that I beat meat with, all of them are cool with me! Nowadays I'm boolin free Under quarantine Careful around people like a phone without a warranty If I'm really honest man it's gettin kinda borin g I just wanna ball out w my buds and feel like Warren G But I'm stuck inside under quarantine I fuckin wish that I was really pourin lean But I'm stuck inside under quarantine If you fuck with me than I'll spillin more than tea, uh -- spillin blood Lyrically I drag you through the mud I've been crafting mines and smokin bud Yeah what's up Yeah what's up Amusingly rap, while I'm musically crass Using only brains and the grass Like I said before I'm only writin smokin gas Smarter than a motherfucker so I'm gunna last Rappers only talk with the cap Jeez Pull up in a cap and the black Jeans Only baggy shirts cause I'm fat, jeez Shut up or you lick my nutsack, please!
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Body Count (feat. YUNG $CUM) 02:10
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Boolin wit Scummy for the clout - lies Fool around, funny, what amount - fives Dump you then the bois take me to Five Guys Fuck with me and get it with the council, ties Makin sure the mourge'll body count ya Makin sure the mourge'll body count ya Makin sure the mourge'll body count ya Makin sure the mourge'll body count ya {Scummy} Countin up these bodies like I'm counting up my money Kinda funny how your stomach starts to churn its got me cummin I'ma start down at your tummy drive the knife up to your ribs I might grab a little nibble while the blood drips on my lips I been boolin in the morgue w lil Reecie, its the SZN I dont wanna kill you boy but you givin me some reasons And a reason is enough when you're tormented by demons I know you think its just an act well I guess seeing is believing

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released April 10, 2020

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