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DIGITAL JUNGLE

by Starvin B

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8 Shades 02:55
Enter the Armpit of the Dragon.... Space cakes on deck.. You aint got the right kind of funk... I got my peace pipe packed It bees like that Winter or the summer The fingertip number I keep it on the humble but you know I'm on the comeup When the price switch numbers Foes get done up You knew shorty bell but you were ringin it wrong She fucked around and got ya iPad singin my song I think its getting on ya nerves that I smile so much... And hang with city slickers actin wild as fuck Childish thugs ya buggin till my team go flip Ya might just never return from ya ego trip B so sick And I aint even looking for a cure Put the album in the baggie like I cooked it with the pure Awwww Thats the riggy raw for sure Hardcore got these whores busting out the speaker nylon I paint without a krylon The one ya keep ya eye on Before the sunrise i get my shine on 100 percent Real as what I invent No second takes or hesitation expecting a break I probly need medication The only thing thats stable in my life is medication Bless ya station Hijack ya satellite for a night Get it right Im flying flammable kites and explosive devices The flow is dry ice Take ya peoples advice I run through crews like an avenue of all green lights Peep it Prestigious from the dome to the toes And leave em froze like Malcolm X put the chrome to they nose Run in ya home, put a dent in ya throne Stick my finger in ya dinner,spit in ya sink and pick up ya phone Bogard stages Unlisted in the yellow pages These other fellas coming sweeter than vanilla wafers How you living? Still whizzing in incinerators? You been a hater, Im an innovator. You can call it swag rap, I call it crapola. I keep y'all names filed in the black folder. When the revolution hits better run for the hills. Long ass list of folks we might kill. As sure as black thongs get stained, evacuate my lane. When I board, theres a bomb on the plane. Im a-tomic mad chronic in the i-v drip. See my hemp supersonic on some Sean Kemp shit. No redemption Envisionin ya road to perdition involving ya neck twistin, its a mic checksorsism Linda Blair wasn't prepared and neither are you You aint sick when my fever is a hundred and two You can catch me in the lab I leave my lung in the booth Keep ya tongue in ya cheek 'fore I ruffle ya goose Old school crackheads with beepers don't get mic time. Strictly speed knots to the dome. Nighty night time. Starvin B rck for the millionth and ninety ninth time Deadin ya on ya narcotics No lifeline
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Fuck it Kill em from the beginnin of the break The zookeeper specializin in dealin with the apes Run the city like diddy You can take that take that Lines go longer than the ones outside of shake shack lace that My latest decapitatin haters now they laid up recitin what im sayin verbatim The unseen force My unclean thoughts Cross queens like the e line u bums seem lost Tryna dismount whores for the discount cost A cpl dollars off, now you burnin like the holocaust. Too busy for your horseshit, Im just trine scorch shit like towns peoples torches on Frankensteins porch. Heartbeat frosted, the kid already lost it, see everybody talk shit regardless what the costs. The money keep dripping like a faucet, the force is Strong when you dealing with the bosses Aww shit 6 million ways to die I know 2 The truth in the booth You choke till you turn blue Skydiving out my mind in a tattered parachute Never hit the ground til now Thats the truth (x2) Days filled with struggle Nights invite the hustle Every line I recite is like a piece of the puzzle Here to put it together Make a kingdom out of rubble Reflex is correct and the memory in my muscles Move forward. I know that I owe it to all the youngins. The future is not a dungeon, its a canvas for the up and coming. Guitars strummin, drums thumpin in my cerebellum. Stop frontin, you got something you wanna tell em. You alive and you striving, your eyes are wide awake. Your sense of pride and desire ride for the highest stakes. The time it takes to create the greatest of legacies started within ya heart as a spark of positive energy. Enemies can't stop it, corporations can't profit. Maintain the popular topic of hood gossip. Im good skills,good dills,good money, so gutter, they said only my mother could love me. ha 6 million ways to die I know 2 The truth in the booth You choke till you turn blue Skydiving out my mind in a tattered parachute Never hit the ground til now Thats the truth (x2)
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Who Am I 02:51
i know what i am but who are you you shoulda took ya last two cents and bought a clue i know who you are but what am i? you disagree with mine you could suck a dick and die (2x) Kill shit every time Knock ya server off line My punchline scramble ya spine get disaligned Is split ya whole ave in half Its civil war I be pimpin these lyrics on you washed up whores Don't get caught slipping you will wash up shore Simple, you couldn't pop a pimple with clogged up pores No blogs, just raw, uncut Wheres ya dollars? You make about the same as slaves in Guatemala I take em to a place where the fakers can't say not a dam thing When they step in the ring they get Jake Lamottad its Starving B aint no it aint hard to see my discography is like a pharmacy, better yet A treasure chest. Im just giving em whatever left. Whoevers listening gets left with foreheads glistening. We the good guys, y'all the trine-be-hard kids Now the crazy half of Woodside is all in ya Moms fridge White sheets with the drapes Yo One Take Don't need an mpc to make beats on ya face ya man be like "Yo god dam thats a bang" Givin orphans the botched abortion with no hanger i know what i am but who are you you shoulda took ya last two cents and bought a clue i know who you are but what am i? you disagree with mine you could suck a dick and die (2x) 100 percent instinct im all intuition bout to make you choose a different primary care physician give a fuck if you listen give two shits if you buy it why they make me kill like they addicted to dyin? im addicted to livin tryna retire the sin only thing thats left to give em is the fire within so make a mad dash for ya gas mask i get the last laugh and break the internet put ya ass in a trash bag hashtag starv aint doin that bad dag i thought ya lady was a mop on top of a washrag my bad just chill aint shit but a little spill nothin that the doc cant fix with a lil pill wide array of skills consist of shit that u would never do incredible that shit u kick is cheese doodle residue needles gettin pressed cant get u higher than this reality can get to driftin with ur desire to live they aint comin harder than starvin been son will push ya wig back like a barber with parkinsons i know what i am but who are you you shoulda took ya last two cents and bought a clue i know who you are but what am i? you disagree with mine you could suck a dick and die (2x)
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Ironworkers 03:27
One Take is back Starvin B is back Lock ya fridge.... Lock ya doors... Read the terms before you check the box My referendum send em into epileptic shock Forget me nots left on walls in illicit spots My hip hop is like a swift kick to the crotch You prom queens don't deserve a corsage I hope you die from huffin dioxide inside a dirty garage Call me the stories antagonist back with a jam and its miraculous as following the stars and findin Nazareth. Wiseman travelling land,gifts in hand. Golden words became raindrops that hit the Sudan. Cold blooded, no love for these sucks with no budget. Fuck it. Ill pull ya card like the machine in front of buses. World full of bustas and faces you can't trust. They only respect blood, this the ish you can't fuck wit. My boots splash mud on your material steez Check out my aerial attack off the top of the trees. Ironworker salary with trump ambition Still in the kitchen trine make the transition While the next mans greed overpowers us all Im bout to turn up the dial and make it louder for y'all (2x) New york stress Don't have the answers you got guess Get left on the side of the road with a pocketful of meth thats ya death yea Kind of ashamed to admit I love drugs more than y'all and Im more of a schizophrenic than the son of sam You can't understand the jam Get Involved,see I feed the journal to my dog This is rap poison Drum loops we trap noise in Collapse floors Even if you hold ya applause Se this is the rig raw slapping you in ya mouth You try to plant the seed of doubt and got aborted Look at whats important Your will power come up short from what you snortin. Forced in the category of lost men. Missing posters and milk cartons whoever wanna kill Starving need to go all the way through it Just remember how I do it, haunt memories with my music. Empty plate hot as fondu gets the movement is bold Theses that substance controlled Every cut gets cold in ya frontal lobe You can't discuss it Too prevalent for artists not relevant What about a hip hop listener more intelligent? Ironworker salary with trump ambition Still in the kitchen trine make the transition While the next mans greed overpowers us all Im bout to turn up the dial and make it louder for y'all (2x) Round of applause From the insanity ward If an opinion wasn't shit then it had to be yours. If theres magic in the boards then it had to be mine. Tryna uplift ya spirit past the gravity line Not the modern day scholar refined by education Superpowers designed for musical meditation I aint here to tell the world how to live Or argue with you clowns on what a higher power is. Maybe now I started finding out about the shit the media would never write about like martial law hiding out In plain sight, the injustice aint right You understand it kinda late cuz you see with delayed sight How you want it? A slave to the rumbling in my stomach and watchin the numbers plummet before apocalypse cometh. Used to hang on corners now we click online You got the work you better hit me with the grip on time Wassup?
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Peel the edges of time Cassette players rewind Men in Black wave the gadgets you blind Erase ya mind Listen Thats my soul The sound of charcoal Lighters flicking the bowl How much can your lungs hold? Thats an eternity of crackling fire You smell the personal hell that made a gangster retire Remove the window guard to stare myself in the eye Blood squirts like Clarence Boddicker Here to body ya Ribs touching like pilates in Somalia its deepPies flipping like Nadia Komineech Every week more smoke than city dumps Hittin chumps with 50 lumps This the shit I know my city wants Here Brendan says the drug mules elbow 12 step programs get stuck to the velcro Not the ones you wanna tell no So speak right or dangle from the streetlight like Run's shelltoes (Foul Monday) Let the record play a little This that universal, multi continental We takin it now Present Participle Officially real You just artificial Rip ya to shreds like cartel cleaners Heartless creatures Leaking out some car trunk speakers No effort making haters believers When ya clearly the truth Get addicted like a hard drug seeker Metaphor brawlin Full contact heaters Cant see me nor hear me like some compaq speakers To the grave Getting paid Vacays and big businesses Its history Get out the way or get with us Cause misery for industry gangstas and agendas Leave ya face shaky like multiple codefendants ..... snap under pressure like clips on old supspenders F to the is hushing you till ya endin (Lil Fame) 45's and 9's we equipped with Or we could do it old school and stomp yo ass to a liquid You looking for homicide homeboy I'm it Suicide is just a way to tell god y'all quit ... Fuck a battle rhyme You fuckin with g's that'll leave everything from ya neck down paralyzed Cuz Im down to ride Who gives a fuck if you smoke k2 or coke mixed with formaldehyde wadada day wadada da day ayyy! You can fuck with them other mofuckas not Fame Call me Fitzroy da mayor thats whats up right now Gambino shit hang a nigga upside down uh Cuz Im about fire But you be actin like big old bitch nigga Mrs. Doubtfire (oooo) You aint about that Starvin B, Foul Monday and Fame the hood gon shout that
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Top of the morning to ya Check the procedure The reason why these non believers are running fevers We smoke weed to separate indica from sativa keep the type of cheeba that leave ya like Sharkesha Worldwide, poisonous thorn stuck in ya side Handkerchiefs in the ride in case you get teary eyed Probably cry to hear em drive by blaring my shit Built a pyramid with lyrics like solid gold bricks Is it old school or new school I can't tell But its crack like the material my right hand sell Ask me why I aint famous enough to give a fuck 'Fore you shut ya radio off and listen to us You creme puffs can't see me Im sort of like diabetes MY fork and knife eat off cds like fine china Sickside frontliner Asswhoopin check signer Don't let the thirst drive ya to 69'in with Aunt Jemima Good people and ideas will open you up You still can't get it You're probably not smoking enough Fuck sitting round in a room looking sober as fuck Mad at myself like dam I aint smoking enough See if the roofs on fire Then we can get higher Just bring me a pound a purp I never come down to Earth (2x) Don't approach the dude with your bogus news When I turn out the lights all the roaches move My cigarette smoke is rude if ya nose refuse Then get ya healthy ass out before I roast the room Tracks soaked in gas Liver soaked in liquor Woman soaked in yea you already get the picture Pick a time, pick a slot I spit it sick enough to make a killa lick a shot Your whole click can get the drotch Actin like this Queens shit aint hip enough for ya hop Bring it back from the top with the biggest cup on the block Lets be real, with these skills I need a refill So maybe you should give me 3 bills for 6 e pills Pee still dirty lifestyle unclean Shit I aint been sober since them cross color jeans Hennessy and weed and everything in between You caught me out on the scene you already know what I mean Good people and ideas will open you up You still can't get it You're probably not smoking enough Fuck sitting round in a room looking sober as fuck Mad at myself like dam I aint smoking enough See if the roofs on fire Then we can get higher Just bring me a pound a purp I never come down to Earth (2x)
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Only the good die young They should of took you instead You need a set of eyes on the back of ya head Starvin, livin on edge Is it fate that I smoke ganja Stay trommed up Living room is a sauna Smell it from over yonder On another mission next year at the same time Long distance ripping bass lines via FaceTime You can hate mine and Ill see it as showin love I touch nerves like the herbs in customs with rubber gloves No need to hold a pistol just to be the most official Flow dismiss you like you just another hoe with issues Prone to diss you on the grind Im a folgers crystal Best part of waking up Is when I take my cut Stories you making up are fake as fuck Party with Starv and all the Kens and Barbies breaking up You know the way you living is wack When good luck is birdshit on the brim of ya hat Unspendable accolades , I stack mine In the clouds like the batsign Profit off of facts till I flatline Only the good die young They should've took you instead You need a set of eyes in the back of ya head We Starvin Livin on Edge Survivin While you hangin on by a thread They should've took you instead You need a set of eyes in the back of ya head Livin on Edge Hangin on by a thread Right back to the computer shit shooting Rap dreams of looting with Rick Rubin Got you networking till ya neck hurting Did so much nodding, tell me, which pocket you got the perks in? My shit is kinda different in person What makes em the same, is they play the rap games. The shit that I'm doing don't have an exact name. The lames might confuse it as running numbers with music. Theres no illusion you can produce to boost it. My new shit is dynamite strapped to kung fu kicks. Chew on this peyote paperback. One Take black magic ya face and Starv lace the track Turn con-victs to con-sumers Med students get stupid Remove the wrong tumor This is the end Montezumas revenge Mess with the crew and I show you what I do for my friends Only the good die young They should've took you instead You need a set of eyes in the back of ya head We Starvin Livin on Edge Survivin While you hangin on by a thread They should've took you instead You need a set of eyes in the back of ya head Livin on Edge Hangin on by a thread Starv have mercy shit kids talkin got me hawkin like hersey Dj's gon reverse me Who these hip hop addicts recommend Perfection on the blend, more enemies than friends My complexion- mother of pearl Eyes chinky Still throw a rapper down the stairs like a slinky Get cracked like dishes just for thinkin hes tough All these manhattan bitches aren't freaky enough I need your panties in ya mouth when i open the door I want the money in the couch and the coke in the drawer Who wanna rhyme when im 3 times dope as before Killin yall Since quarter waters were in the corner store Sawed off the bottom Tied a baloon to the top Filled it with rocks Then sent you to ya pops with knots Comin out the speakerbox on blocks Where pussyholes get popped Cops cant get the commotion to stop Facts Bars spillin like an artery cracked Clippers heavy duty that'll Snap the pharmacy latch i do this to keep my schizoprenia in check and im retarded cuz a starvin aint politically correct
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Weirdos 02:47
Alternate endings the pictures that never blend in The beast is back with a vengeance coming after ya pension I sense ya tension Need to loosen it up See what these chicken heads would do for a buck? Rappers are worse They all equally suck and the factor is thirst My verse slipping through ya fingers like immaculate work I don't reverse, no stopping sir. My joint burnin through ya chewbacca fur Still can't rock with certain philosophers Reaching the top aint my top concern but Imma dominate the spot I earn Its our turn Feenin to teach em and even more eager to learn Still sick, need the fever to burn Yea Im fine Til I find the next line press delete and return They requested fine dining and Im feeding em sperm Put the Beat in the urn and pass it to Paul Bearer The modern warders thats cracking ya Carteras Weirdos Always try to analyze shit They hit the keyboards and hide behind em We find em They catfishin rap cats wishin to stand beside this Dressing like a mothafuckin sidekick We see it You're a Weirdo Somethin I could never vibe with The thoughts of suicide behind ya eyelids You really can't disguise it Even tho I told you that my side sick I still never let you in my ride with no motherfuckin Weirdos I sit back and observe Just to see the youngins step off of the curb and submerge Into hell, its absurd To hear em misuse words is working my last nerve; Like hip hop, that shit is not the title you deserve They idolize herbs that rent furs for photo shoots Jumpin in front of bullets like you hoping they notice you. I guess we told the truth too much and they can't have that. Now ya standards are spikin just like the NASDAQ Pieces of shit they wish I was looking past that You want respect with ya tongue in some hookers asscrack I laughed at the news when the karma gun blasted you fools Didn't realize we passing you jewels You were too busy asking for nudes So what you telling me? You put your jealousy inspired felonies to melodies? Your style rest in pieces Rest assure you gonna lose with all that negativity spinning on ya 1&2's Weirdos Always try to analyze shit They hit the keyboards and hide behind em We find em They catfishin rap cats wishin to stand beside this Dressing like a mothafuckin sidekick We see it You're a Weirdo Somethin I could never vibe with The thoughts of suicide behind ya eyelids You really can't disguise it Even tho I told you that my side sick I still never let you in my ride with no motherfuckin Weirdos
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Im kinda different A different that you can't forget You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit Im know Im different I show it every chance I get 2 feet on solid ground, aint switch my stance up yet I know Im different A different that you can't forget You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit Im know Im different I show it every chance I get 2 feet on solid ground, aint switch my stance up yet Yea Let me guess you a gangsta with mob ties? Nah. You cowards fake as the titties on mob wives Street urchins tell all kinds of lies when they bent I dent ya skull and drop a 20 like Im Jimmy Da Gent Im in the city dropping 40's like Karl Malone when I was a shorty Too dope with the audio to ignore me Shit can gory with the image you portray We catch Sonny right before he pay the toll on the causeway Im all day q borough Never been to Howard Beach If this was 95 you liars wouldn't be allowed to speak My joint just got here and its about time The sour more diesel than the comstock chowline If I aint straight shittin, drowning kittens in my downtime Im probably breaking my knuckles on dumb fucks browlines Still live a great life No sign of stopping fuck a break light Late night Im movie like a steak knife Streets to the big screen fuckery getting glorified. Purse snatchin aint a crime that classifies as organized. I ought to fly a drone into your home and film you cry at night. The way you stand alone aint adding up to all the rhymes you write. Im kinda different A different that you can't forget You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit Im kinda different A different that you can't forget Im on the train blending in with immigrants from Tibet Im kinda different A different that you can't forget 2 feet on solid ground aint switch my stance up yet Im kinda different A different that you can't forget You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit No restrictions my tunnel vision see one way. The words I speak burn for eternity like the suns rays They pump fake I pump for a month straight bout to duct tape some uncut weight to a nuns waist. It flood the database with the craziness I created A tribute to those that came with courageous imaginations Inspired by the paintin, paved a way to turn the pavement into steak on my plate. Doing music that made a statement People from all places can dance to the translation Escaping all the drama treating crime like a sport. Yea I been sleeping on the law- wearing pajamas to court. And all the ones that showed me support, I keep in my thoughts. Came a long way from hustling on New York blocks Where getting rich was just a wish inside my newport box On my brand new bullshit A newborn ox Way different from the nonsense the youth gone rock Im kinda different A different that you can't forget You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit Im kinda different A different that you can't forget Im on the train blending in with immigrants from Tibet Im kinda different A different that you can't forget 2 feet on solid ground aint switch my stance up yet Im kinda different A different that you can't forget You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit
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ahhhhh they wonder where the fuck i been certified trippin on a two day binge might say that i'm three sheets to the wind but im dj dickhead all i do is win didnt like the room from the moment i stepped in so i kept takin shots made that mothafukka spin the henessy is mine, i own it and i dont give half a fuck of an iota dont judge me pugsley shit could get ugly met ralph lauren and threw up on his rugby what we gon do? i think i should inform you my habits are abnormal dont know what im gon do next hack a celebs phone and get the sex pics threatenin presidents i got a death wish forget which meds they said to stop takin kush got my brainwaves soundin like popped bacon the therapist she dont listen i wonder what i gotta do to get her attention did i mention that i can feel the hate on every side of the walls where this monster resides theres something in the water you can feel it creepin yea you bound to get caught for tryna swim too deep theres something in the water turning people into freaks please protect my sons and my daughters from this vivious disease ahhhh its nothin that a spliff cant cure millions just like me run the streets so rest assure that ya safetys in tact if you got eyes on your back and you known to overreact never cut em no slack nawwwwwww we known to check ya jaw at the door like a bouncer and i bounce ya whore on the floor unannounced i wont even talk about it any more like the backside of a slore the topics kinda sore raw to the last ingredient we believe in it all of my demons are feedin off disobedience we guaranteed to pass the test dressin dinosaur fossils in pentacostal flesh yes, when you step to the altar choose the wound i should open and add salt to theres something in the water you can feel it creepin yea you bound to get caught for tryna swim too deep theres something in the water turning people into freaks please protect my sons and my daughters from this vicious disease

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released October 13, 2017

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Starvin B New York

Queens emcee Starvin B is a throwback to the golden era of Hip-Hop when flow, lyrical content, and wordplay were more important than swag. The hard rhyming New Yorker has been garnering attention in the states and abroad with a handful of albums that don’t lack in lyrics.
Hometown: Queens, NY (Sunnyside/Woodside)
Ethnicity: Indonesian and Irish
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