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aHIGHgradeMixtape

by STNR!

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about

everything except the instrumentals was done by me. writing recording, mixing, all it. donate some loot so i can make shit sound better!

credits

released 20 April 2011
STNR! = the rapper if you call this trash rap.

DASHMATTICKS = asshole / producer / engineer / asshole

Gab = The BAKED one.

MF Doom = One of the only reason #ALLCAPS exists / producer for the majority of these beats.

Flying Lotus = the Swimming With Adults beat. dey coo too.

Ski Beatz / The innovatorz / DASHMATTICKS = Flying Fishtanks In The Rain beat. bitch.

#ALLCAPS = A mindset. It's all in the presentation, the delivery. No matter what you do, hit CAPS before you do it and see if you don't get noticed. DARE TO BE DIFFERENT.

oh and shout out to my drug dealer! I'll hit you up in a little bit.

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tags: hip hop/rap hip-hop meow rap stoner rap stonerrap Turkmenistan

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#ALLCAPS means GO BIG OR GO HOME. it means stand out and be different and do it proudly. it means all this lowercase noise you're used to is getting tossed aside.

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Track Name: Bean Bagz
I need a bitch that smokes spliffs and digs bean bags,
has a mean ass and looks clean in supreme hats.
Not a bitch that'll let the whole team tag.
I had more of those than there's o's in a ki bag.
Anyways Im stealing hearts no ski mask.
Smoking Reggie bush and get evicted from the G class.
Hit the decks if you ever see me pass.
Yeah I'm always wrecked but you'll never see me crash.
Sent her home and she's telling you its knee rash.
Ain't getting involved but I know you don't believe that.
I'd leave that. But maybe you need that.
Or maybe you need surgery to get your D back.
I'm a D bag but to her I am thee man.
truthfully i wouldn't treat a trick with my free hand,
i need my eyes checked, i really do not see them.
aint about relationships, i prefer to freelance.

mad scientist, and i've formed a tight alliance with
these hawaiian spliffs i promise you can't get higher miss.
check your attire this fire makes you perspire quick.
420 247 365 try it bitch
now I simply smoke, i had to stop supplying it
I only land on windshields but thats because i'm fly as shit. heavy medicating may cause elevating, roll em up quick so we don't keep heaven waiting. i'm levitating
on my seventh eighth and on my way to outerspace i'm such a fucking flower face....... TBC
Track Name: MagiKarpet
1.0
1.0.1 smokin great amounts of weed with a passion,
0.2 stuck stoned, whatever we can reach is what we ash in.
.3 roll em personal, puff alot, hardly passin,
.4 less we passin out in a kushed out fashion.
.5 but this is daily work so that’ll never happen.
.6 I quit trappin AND switched states, stop askin.
.7 im spazzin, cause i’m higher than alladin
.8 while i’m flying on a magic carpet sparkin it with jasmin.

1.1
1.1.1 i’m medicated, meditating why you meddling,
1.2 its just rolling papers, large grinders and some medicine.
.3 a homies knocking with some trees better let him in
.4 theres no better gift you that can bring to my residence.
.5 check my pocket i dont carry dead presidents.
.6 but thats because in ALL CAPS we only get the benny franks.
.7 only get the heavy dank, smoke it so i rarely drank.
.8 bong it up or vape it im debating over every strain.

2.0
2.0.1 call your boy the STNR, countin’ doe with all my homers
.0.2 and i stay in front some dames i should change my name to notre
.3 haters are my voters i’m a pro and they are motors
.4 when you put us both together its no wonder i get noticed.
.5 the show is almost over, and its really great to know ya
.6 but mary jane is here and guess who’s gotta roll her
.7 now she’s getting nasty cause she’s telling me to blow her
.8 i swear if she had some legs they’d be up over my shoulder.

2.1
2.1.1 never catch me lazy mane, even with a hazy brain.
1.2 thinking you can phase me then, you niggas are extra lame.
.3 always keep an extra plane stuffed with extra extra jane
.4 i ain’t lyin’ you can read all about it and everythang
.5 im very strange, wouldn’t say i’m very sane
.6 money over women but keep women over many thangs.
.7 i’m very tame, fly as fuck and drawn to flames
.8 always at my house and yet somehow i still stay gone away.

3.0
.1 you can call my blue bowl galaxy, my red pipe peper
.2 i be getting stoned in the streets like a leper
.3 i’ll be in my zone at the peak til whenever
.4 cause my supply is so wet that my wings won’t ever sever
.5 bottom of the bag i havent seen that since the end of
.6 neburaury which was 13 months after december.
.7 smoking potent chokin until my poor lungs surrender
.8 the room was like a sauna til we opened up the window.

3.1
3.1.1 stoners higher than the mountain range treelines
.1.2 but if you got reggies i’m straight fool, beeline
.3 for that shit i wouldnt even spend my free time
.4 you should get lost, about face, and then rewind
.5 flying four at once, as opposed to one at thee time
.6 get turbulent then land those four flat, feline.
.7 modern day hippie, throwing up peace signs
.8
Track Name: Roaches
spaced out, and i don’t give a fuck about an alien.
this weed is hella stupid nigga who let sarah palin in.
i’m crashing planes and jets you best respect my set of caps
cause these niggas NECKING SNAPS while you guys are NAKING TAPS.

very baked in fact, im about to take this sack
break it down and roll it round and light it up like that (flic bic)
flic goes the bic to the piff or the krip
or the dro, it depends on where its grown how its known.

every where i go you know i’m blown.
must be pitching underhand cause i’m slow when i’m thrown.
lighters up, everybody present’s in their zone
and if you didn’t come to smoke well then at least leave me alone.

my sidechick decided she gone come through for a visit
so i beat her down and kicked her out and now its back to business.
un-bear-able how this nigga gets grizzly.
STNR!’s always gone bro, where the fuck is he.
!
magic when i ball i’m called walt clyde disney.
and everywhere i go maria walks right with me.
no matter what you do don’t walk by timmy
when he’s pissed its always risky he gets heated in a jiffy.

i been fucking crazy since a baby like stewie
kick a ninja ass, call me hong kong phooie.
pick a little grass, pack a bong watch a movie
with a groupie in a two piece that still exposes her boobies ; )

i get a lil further so i’m sorry if you lose me.
the receptions kinda screwy near the stars where the moon be.
moon beam, sun shine, which ones the true me?
doesn’t fucking matter baby welcome to the new me.
!
love to rock mishka even though i’m clearly not russian
no i’ll never slow it down, slow it down im off tussin (hehe)
im off cousin, probably somewhere lost cussin
up a storm, fuck the norm, i could get a moth buzzin

up so high all i hear is hawks hummin
you could try, first steps roll something.
second step is you should spark that shit
and on to the third its depart this bitch.
Track Name: DON'T FORGET MY CAPS Ft. DASHMATTICKS
i flipped O’s so i didn’t have to flip a burger.
self made i never even had to grip a burner
sit and learn a money earner rarely had the nerve to
worry bout another nigga while my wheels began to turner
timmy always had the words of wisdom,
made em listen even though his neck’ll never glisten
doubt the vets’ll ever diss em, less they trippin
balls because ALLCAPS is what you fuckin call that
im like, amanda please we are all that. fall back.
courts closed, and i’ll take my ball back.
lots of them are hatin’ but i only have one ball sack.
aww snap. no he didn’t. run it back. yes he did.
i’m thrown like some pasta on the wall i was a messy kid.
my life was always rocky but i swear its like the less i did
the more the world could change me so i changed my course and left this shit.
now im on another planet dammit haters cannot stand it
running cirlces round the game with scissors in both of my hands its

very dangerous like vicodin and angel dust.
that dude E.T. is phoning home but his parents keep hanging up.
reggie bush looks strange to us, but kimmy poo could hang with us.
im flying jets and crashing planes in trays of ash and random guts.

bullshit bullshit

you atari ass, thinking you’re fly browsing safari ass
brand new nikon lense skills sorry ass
mother fuckers, sorry dad
easy money, hardly that, i’m more inclined to heart attacks
i hustled very hard in fact , if ever I should hang up early
I expect my quarter back. This is how I slaughter tracks
fuck noddin you oughta clap and tell these father figures
dont expect to get their daughters back. til i know they
know the words, and they remember all the caps.
uppercut hiduken sonic boom and then i falcon punch
read the sign, i’m out to lunch, i’ll be back with thousands son.
i’ll roll up, you’re countin em. or make a mountain out of em.
believiers is exactly what was made out of the doubtin ones.
if not oh well i’m havin fun, never catch me poutin once.
chicks i treat just like bananas man i always bag a bunch.
scooby doo i have a hunch, velma’s fucking shaggy huh?
and freds a fucking faggot cause that other girl was tryina hump.

this is what you wanted from me? dark inside when out is sunny.
bitches playing boys like bunnies, reason why i’m actin funny.
reason why you askin fur me, cause i’m cooler than a flurry.
livin my life extra blurry like a nigga inna hurry
fuck a pit stop, nigga get lost, step on you and call you pit boss.
suicide assisted style guess you guys can call me jigsaw.
puzzle peace signs think i’ve reached my peak high alititude increase i
can not see the streets below me holy moly boy is he fried.


bet they remember the caps now.
Track Name: Rock,Boulder! Ft. OFFICIAL
call your stock broker
tell him that im hot, solar
you niggas not, polar
i came here to rock, boulder

you should stop, shoulder
maybe have a shot, soldier
chillin in the middle
but i’m headed for the top, loner.

can only breathe when im not sober.
so i keep it flying and i rarely do the stop over.
you wanna burn you should pop over,
i’ll be in the air if you dare and try to spot STNR

smoke so much, i dont consider it high,
considerbly fly the ships got villians inside.
i refry once the feelings subside.
met a chick and pushed her feelings aside,
you niggas feeling my vibe?

i’m hopin you are cause i got em open like bars
ever since they heard the opening bars.
i’m probably on mars, or at very least up in the stars.
space ships we aint fuckin’ with cars.

Claiming

No ties to those guys that represent the low life,
you know i float high forever having no eyes
I'm so fried and gone i dont really even know why
wit no wings im so fly, and haven’t left the sofa.

but i left the so fla, told my girl it o-va.
besitos preciosa, very good to know ya.
I just had to show ya, that Im fuckin serious
often times delirious ask me If you're curious

the Stratus and the atmos is the only thing I'm fearing bitch.
Oh that and a chick that's on her period, cause thats some sceerrryyyyy shittt.
Track Name: Grand Finale (ODE TO MY CAPS)
my hypothesis to what my fucking problem is
its these lil dicks spewing shit, does the condom fit?
why don’t you clowns calm down ronald mcdonaldin
so i can keep fucking these tracks none of that fondlin

i’m tired of hearin bout all the latest cars ya’ll get
and really wish that ya’ll could switch and spit it from the heart again.
i swear to lucifer the CAPS be going hard as sin
three times harder then the artist with the largest ends

plus we farther cause the j’s we spark are larger than
the muffler on a ricer honda or an anacondas skin
that it grew out of like my love for bickering and arguing
with silly girls that really only want a take a part of tim.

there’s a larger plan than me and you i’m sorry ma’am
the CAPS is coming, running, throwing punches, kicking all of them
and then we’re laying back smoking feet up on the ottoman
homies like bro what were thinkin when you brough em in.

thats my team, and i’ll rep it to the death of me
we nasty like a messy sneeze, you’ll never get the best of these
extra G’d, smokin’ weed, sudsy cause they extra clean,
CAPPED ass niggas, to the right back and left of me.

if they flip its cause you started shoulda let it be
and kept it buzzin cousin, but in stead you had to mess with we.
i got the recipe for opposite of ecstacy
and its amazing with a side of anyone thats testing me .

i got some testicleeze in fact i’d snuff a referee
and make him smoke a jeffery for blowing whistles next to me.
my heredity, has granted me incredibly
with ellegance intelligence and elephant extremities.

ferrari dick, its like a trunk in the front
and i’m hoppin hoes like scotch so i drunkenly jump
between the funkier bunch that like to hump me for fun.
the L word droppers are the funniest ones!

haha , and this was supposed to be a nice song.
right? wrong! your villain still killem all night long.
nice goin, man of steel, you know that my pipes strong.
but keeping you is risky i aint tryna get my dice on.

where the fuck are my CAPS at! stand up.
if you hatin’ on us tuck your pussy back and man up
haha, and cop a squat if you can’t stand us.
damn son, ya’ll be on my dick more than my man fuzz.

that was wrong, i’m so mean, i’m an asshole.
but ask your bo-peep about my woody in her lasso.
you probably never hustled nigga, all you do is hassle
i bet the only thing you ever pitched was a fast ball.