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Ski Mask The Slump God - 11th Dimension Album Lyrics



Ski Mask The Slump God - 11th Dimension Lyrics
(Featuring Future, Skillibeng, Corbin, XXXTentacion, Juice Wrld)






DragonTooth

(Damn, Trgc made that?)
Woo, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Woo, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Woo, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Woo, okay

Off the wake, I f*ck up the makeup
She ain't want shit, just Mark Jacob
Play with 'em, okay, that's SEGA
All I need one shot, no Kraber
Ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy), yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh), ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy), yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Off the wake, I f*ck up the makeup
She ain't want shit, just Mark Jacob
Play with 'em, okay, that's SEGA
All I need one shot, no Kraber
Ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy), yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh), ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy), yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)

Make 'em disconnect, make 'em D-C
Straight out the comic book, this DC
Makin' moves on the board, Ouija
Laughin' to the bank, ke, ke, ke
And I'm Cole like I'm with CP
I-D-K why they sleep on me
Freddy Krueger, shit gettin' creepy
And I'm throwin' like a f*ckin' QB
With the Migos like it's f*ckin' QC
Like a polar bear, we ten deep
And I'm up like I get no sleep
You niggas ass, like what falls in a seat
Like a bird, but they reached their peak
I was sick like I just caught Zika
Like it's runnin' number nine on the speaker
Call of Duty, thermal scope, heat seekers
F*ck it, think I might change up the subject
Hate you niggas just like Uncle Ruckus
Finger f*ck the money give it noogie
Feeling so damn good, might hit the dougie
Like a cup, we in the function muggin'
Jimmy buckets how a nigga clutchin'
Two sticks on me like some crutches, yeah

Off the wake, I f*ck up the makeup
She ain't want shit, just Mark Jacob
Play with 'em, okay, that's SEGA
All I need one shot, no Kraber
Ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy), yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh), ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy), yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Off the wake, I f*ck up the makeup
She ain't want shit, just Mark Jacob
Play with 'em, okay, that's SEGA
All I need one shot, no Kraber
Ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy), yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh), ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy), yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Jammarius Hill, Zion Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Monsters Inc.

[ Featuring Future ]

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

My gang over everything, I ain't gotta think about it twice
I'm a thinker, one nighter, it was hittin', smashin' on it twice
Pussy hit, I come through, pop up at apartments, yeah
Savage shit, f*ck a bitch all on the carpet, yeah
I was geekin' in the nighttime, bitch, I'm iced out, uh-huh
Real spill, I comin' through in that nitro, uh-huh
Real spill, give a nigga halo, uh-huh
Real spill, I'm still goin' after J-Lo, uh-huh
Can't go back on my word, when I was served, when I was heard
Ain't no turnin' me down when I got it on my nerve
Drip on me, I got it on me, I put in on, I'm surfin'
Take the drug money, go and trap it on the 'burb
I'm off the Earth, I goo berserk, I'm tryna work
I'm talkin' national, the hood on National Geographic
Cartier, the glasses, the white buff, call these four rackies
Super splashy, high fashion

Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (yeah)
Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (wipe)
Rich nigga, rich, thinkin' like snowball cone
Whip the FedEx, whip the dog, filled with ice to the top
Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (skrrt)
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (toxic, haha)
Yeah, she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars

Can't forget them days, a nigga wake up in the trap
Every time, free my dawg, put me on the (Free my dawg, water)
Sippin' on the rrt, with that frrp on my lap (ayy)
ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire

Yup, yup, sippin' stuff, yup, Big Gulp, double my cup, yup
Mosquito, 'cause these niggas suck, yup
Count chicken, we're gettin' the pluck, yup
I seem to have lost my thoughts
Check the stats, like soda, I Crush
Like, "Why the people on my nuts?"
Niggas foreign, bitch, I'm always in the cut, yup
Hand Cannon like Mega, huh, this not SEGA, huh, huh
Maybach, Double Stuf, inside white like Dana, huh, huh
I could teach you somethin', they like, "What's your major?" Huh, huh
Main protagonist, I'm in that bitch like Eren Yeager, huh
'Setta stone like some hieroglyphics
Startin' to flow like a damn picnic
Biggest Ski, if we talkin' like a C
Y'all niggas can't f*ck with me
Tell a bitch, "Back up, don't step on my Rick," cuff up in a (?), muhf*ckin' kick
And the way that they think that they on my level, bacteria, they make me sick
So first and foremost, bitch, you can't compare to this
Big body in the way that I drive the whip, like a no level one exists
I shake shit like a flinch, been hit licks like the Grinch
Y'all niggas just the benchwarmers, I can't take you serious

Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (yeah)
Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (wipe)
Rich nigga, rich, thinkin' like snowball cone
Whip the FedEx, whip the dog, filled with ice to the top
Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (skrrt)
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (toxic, haha)
Yeah, she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Nayvadius DeMun Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




By Myself

Yeah, yeah
Yuh, water
Bitch, haha
Uh

The cards that I dealt myself
No, I couldn't help myself
I went ahead crowned myself
'Cause I wanna belt myself
In the north with the pole, no elf
Rockin' (?) when I'm smokin' on kelp
I'm so high, I think I am in the alps
Bitch, I'm big like a toe with the gout, yeah

Yuh, yuh, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yeah
Make it squash, make it melt
I be movin' in stealth
'Cause I don't need no (?)
I wouldn't drink on the belt

Said I'm something like (?) uh-uh
Said it's all in the wrist, uh-uh
Missal toe me, she kiss, uh-uh
Dirty diaper, you piss, uh-uh
Play the cards I was dealt
Leave my mark like I'm (?)
Smokin' shit like top shelf
I'm a viking, no kilt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Trapoholic, I damn witch find this
This a plain jane so the motherf*ckin' timeless
Tell 'em it's on site like an eyelid
F*ck you, woke up, decided to choose violence
Doing damage in the lambo, mileage
Walk up, see him strapped up, bondage
Couple rings on the nigga like Sonic
Stones on the top like the (?)
Know some niggas with the Drake like Adonis
Like a bobsled, I keep the wolves around me
I'm a clean motherf*cker, no (?)
And it's water on my neck (?)

Yuh, yuh, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yeah
Make it squash, make it melt
I be movin' in stealth
'Cause I don't need no (?)
I wouldn't drink on the belt
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Earwax

I-I
Yuh, haha (I'm working on dying)
(Swaggyono)
Okay

These niggas fried like rice
Mortal Kombat how I f*ck up the mic
Niggas dissin', yeah, they thought we was tight
Niggas Dracula 'cause they love to bite
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck is you talking 'bout? Nigga, please
Like a magician, got tricks up the sleeve
Runnin' the game so long, f*cked up the knee (Yeah)
Pity you fools, I think I'm Mr. T
I am the resurrected Socrates
That's why these niggas always coppin' pleas
Manifest Abdullah, best to rinse it then repeat
Like a cup of liqour with no chaser, I do it neat
Niggas go and boast on computers, I delete
Wide body Benz when I pull up in the V, haha, okay

Like bread, I'm on a roll
Smart, I'm honor roll
F*ck is you talkin' about? Okay, let's get it
Niggas, they tippy-toe, we start to stomp the toe
We can go toe-to-toe, okay, let's get it
They be on cruise control, I'm 'bout to lose control
Count up the money then, okay, let's get it
I been committed, I can't admit it
F*ck up the digits, can't f*ck up the digits

These niggas 'bouta make me use my tool
I ain't even really wanna lose my cool
Thought they was opps, really, they my food
Water on my neck, it like a damn monsoon
In a cocoon out in damn Cancún
Try to say I'm down to Earth 'cause I'm smokin' bamboo
Chillin' with the minions, feelin' like Gru
All in the head, bitch, I feel like Cantu

Like bread, I'm on a roll
Smart, I'm honor roll
F*ck is you talkin' about? Okay, let's get it
Niggas, they tippy-toe, we start to stomp the toe
We can go toe-to-toe, okay, let's get it
They be on cruise control, I'm 'bout to lose control
Count up the money then, okay, let's get it
I been committed, I can't admit it
F*ck up the digits, can't f*ck up the digits
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Full Moon

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, okay
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (water)
Yuh, haha, umm

I change at midnight, I transform to wolf
Some things in my life would turn you to food
Third eye with my sight, precise with my knife
You think you Superman, I got the Kryptonite, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (okay, ayy)
I'm good in my hood, I been misunderstood
My clan don't wear hood, I'm OT tonight
The Percs are my vice, I'm rollin' my dice
I came back to life, I'm feelin' like Christ, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Ayy)
I strike what I touch
Like the snake venom
They think that I'm a villain
They bit, I'm gonna let 'em
Not talking about the snack on you, run and (?)
We catch 'em, we don't kill 'em
We turn 'em to a (?)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
These niggas be so stupid
Label never recouping
It's a forever loop
That's why they out here recruiting
And I am an animal whenever it comes to loot
And I am a cannibal whenever it comes to you, and
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (okay)
Give me flowers, I know that I'm P (I'm P)
Like Kaepernick, think you can knee?
Fresh to death like I'm in this bitch deceased
Bitch (?) sent to the beach
These niggas suck so we calling them "Leach"
It don't got shit to do with me
I'm out of line like I chill in the crease
Bitch, we in the field like some cleats
I just be geeked
I'm off a four
Like a disease, I am bad to the bone
And head to toe, I am rockin' the chrome
Trap out the house like the film Home Alone
I'm with the mob, mob, Al Capone
And we be outside like the gnome
You can get hogtied, what you want?
Strapped like a Elsa song, let it go
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
The culture is what we set, and yeah, we need that
I would never bend like I got no knee cap
Told 'em to free slatt
Can't find me on no map
The cappers can keep that
See me, I speak facts, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Mathias Daniel Liyew, Nik Dejan Frascona
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Part The Sea

Huh, open it up (open it, open it)
Open it up (open it, yuh)
Open it up (open it up)
Open it up (open it up, yuh)
Open it up (yeah, yeah)
Open it up (ha, yeah), yeah
Open it up
Open it

Tryna die up in this pit
I'm down, like I need a med kit
Like some breakfast, that boy gritz
Gimme a minute, he gon' need a medic
At the top like a f*cking headache
I'm a monster, Lilo Stich
Like Kim Impossible, what's the sitch
Like the Matrix, bitch, I glitch
With the stick like a new born pit
Put the needle to him like I knit
Finna show him how lit I get, mhm
Like a skinny dip, I'm showing my dick, mhm
Rick, rick, rick, rick, rick
On my body, diamonds make 'em sea sick
Put a hole through a nigga, cheez-it
Stepping on shit as I see fit

Huh, open it up (open it, open it)
Open it up (open it, yuh)
Open it up (open it up)
Open it up (open it up, yuh)
Open it up (yeah, yeah)
Open it up (ha, yeah), yeah
Open it up
Open it

Woo
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Haha

Boutta show you something like a visualizer
Deep water, yeah, I'm 'bout to baptize you (baptize)
Sending shots like a nigga named Pfizer
Street fighter, makin' M's like Bison (water)
Like my old mixtape in a minute
Burning up in this bitch, I'm acidic
Give a f*ck 'bout the penny you critic
So much numbers, they think I'm a digit
They be comin' up short like a midget (a midget)
On your block, I'ma spin like a fidget (a fidget)
It's a bird, it's a plane, like who is it? (Yuh)
In this bitch with the broom like the witches
In the cut like yup, I am the stitches
Off a perc', like your body got the itches
Think it's great but okay, he in the ditches
On my Druski, I'm standing on business
Try to cross me, they treat me like bridges
Like a tongue, they thought I'm what a lick is
'Til I show 'em I'm not what no bitch is
Let me shush because these niggas snitches

Huh, open it up (open it, open it)
Open it up (open it, yuh)
Open it up (open it up)
Open it up (open it up, yuh)
Open it up (yeah, yeah)
Open it up (ha, yeah), yeah
Open it up
Open it
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Gabriel Guerra
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Jah's Interlude

[ Featuring XXXTentacion ]

Yeah, I sign, you sign, go
I sign, you sign, and away it goes
We pullin' young niggas with some f*ckin' hoes
We pullin' young niggas with some f*ckin' hoes
Saw the set, she be off the motherf*ckin' blow
I don't deal with that shit, I just let it go
I just reach for the check with a nigga ho
I just a sign feature with that f*ck nigga, yo
Why the f*ck you featurin' with f*ck niggas, yo?
Ayy, I might die, yeah, I might die, yeah
Go and make a f*ckin' type-beat, yeah
In the crib, beat my meat, yeah
At the strip, they make feet, yeah, uh, yeah
(?), yeah, what's goin' on
You the best friend I ever had
You the best friend that I ever had
You the best friend that I ever had
Sorry these bops on a nigga's ass
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Writer: Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




WDYM

I cannot feel my face
I spent too long in this place
Oh, I, oh, I
Let the truth be told in this place (um)
I been not okay
Oh, I, oh, I (um, what do you mean?)
(Um, what do you mean?) Oh, I, oh, I
Won't you stay a while
Won't you stay a while
Oh, I, oh, I
Oh, I, oh, I
Won't you stay a while

What it is
What it ain't
Like I'm (?) on 'em, in the paint
Like a skunk, we leave 'em stank
I need (?) like (?) what's the name? (What do you mean?)
I'm insane
You (?) (what do you mean?)
(?) Me and my f*cking (?) (um)
Who's to blame? (Um)
Who's to say? (Um)
Imagination, I'm staying in my lane (what do you)
Fornication, you are my Novocain
(?) Got ice up in my veins
It's all been done
So what's to say?
Niggas can't have heaven or Hell, choose your way

I cannot feel my face
I spent too long in this place
Oh, I, oh, I
Let the truth be told in this place (um)
I been not okay
Oh, I, oh, I (um, what do you mean?)
(Um, what do you mean?) Oh, I, oh, I
Won't you stay a while
Won't you stay a while
Oh, I, oh, I
Oh, I, oh, I
Won't you stay a while

Can you tell me? (Can you tell me?)
Can you smell me?
In the belly of the beast where everything reeks, still rockin' (?)
'Cause I been (?) Mark of the beast, still counting my blessings
Cut 'em off (?) From the west to the east, I learned my lessons
I get lost in the beat
I get found for a fee
Be like, "He's insane", are you talking to me?
Can you walk in these shoes? (Walk in these)
If you see what I seen
My life like a (?) I'm dealing with PTSD
On the Heli while I'm sippin' coconuts and I'm enjoying the breeze (Water)
With a baddie, but I call her (?) she weak in the knees
Stay away from bad energy, it help my self-esteem
Bring it back to the start of the song, like, what do you mean? (What do you mean?)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Carlton McDowell
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Tuk-Tuk

(Ayy, Scheme, you killed it)
Yuh

Get lost, baby, in the sauce, maybe
With the shit, with the stick, like lacrosse, baby
Got a ship was like the jeans on criss-cross, maybe
Sent the shell shaker, I'm a risk-taker
I'm a Jedi with a saber and a clean taper
I pull up, left my balls hangin', yuh
I don't twist fingers, not a gang banger
You the type to pull up and just tell a tall fable
I make the whip look like a cow the way it moo
I bet you get that bag and don't know what to do
I said I'm feelin' like Nutella 'cause I'm smooth
I said I'm feeling like I'm stellar, I got the groove
I can chop, sushi shop a goddamn enemy
Take one good look at me, tell a different entity
Drop the top-up on it, feelin' like a Kennedy
Threw some rocks up on that, Thanos what they callin' me
Yuh, okay, that's because it's true
Different dimension, I be on some shit
Soul ascension, yabba dabba doo
Forgot to mention, I be with the crew that chase the monsters and shit, yuh
What you wanna do? F*cked up on the moon
I've been on a mission gettin' to them pantaloons
With the Krusty Krew, secret formulas, check the thermometer, yuh

Okay (okay), hot, they piss me off, I'm in this bitch like bomboclaat
Chasin' them with that red dot just like a cat
Still know some niggas servin' jail like Dippin' Dots
I had to pull up to Thailand to get the pot
I'm in a tuk-tuk, had to make it stop (okay)
Not for a lot, Megamind I had to plot
Pocket knots, wrist watered like a croc', yuh

They ain't f*ckin' with the kid, could kick rocks
Need to get that out the system, detox
Before I make the nine start to beatbox
Rockin' Gucci socks with the damn Crocs, yuh (damn Crocs)
Playing sudoku with your bitch, had her (?) (yuh, yuh)
I'm a charger like I'm driving in a Dodge (yuh, yuh)
They can't see me like I'm wearing camouflage (ayy, ayy)
'Cause by that time, I ain't gotta check the watch (yuh, yuh)
Cut him up, botched him, no surgery
Eliminate my competition, I'm purging
How important is that tummy, you're surging
Can't be out here making moves without purpose
Still be the cleanest in this bitch, I got detergent
Adventure Time, I took your bitch on an excursion
Have your motion, I can't change, I got inertia
Every time you ask a question 'bout me personally

Okay (okay), hot, they piss me off, I'm in this bitch like bomboclaat
Chasin' them with that red dot just like a cat
Still know some niggas servin' jail like Dippin' Dots
I had to pull up to Thailand to get the pot
I'm in a tuk-tuk, had to make it stop (okay)
Not for a lot, Megamind I had to plot
Pocket knots, wrist watered like a croc', yuh (like a croc', yuh)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Gabriel Guerra, Destin
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Wake Up!

[ Featuring Juice WRLD ]

Yah, huh, turn me up, way up
Yup
Ayy, bitch, ayy
Bitch

May I fight for my honor, your honor? (Uh-huh)
Yes, I know you discriminatin' against me because that, my complexion is darker (uh-huh)
I just aggressively teach 'em how to ball like a nigga nicknamed Coach Carter (uh-huh)
Hard to handle like the grasp of hot water
Pass the gas, got more ass like a farter (uh-huh, okay)
Big ass rims, anybody real like a New York nigga just bought some Timbs
Life like Sims, scratch the four-wheeler 'cause the nigga Juice got me off the lean (Skrr)
Yeah, like jackass in, siggas wanna see you in a (?) mother up in that pussy again
Uh, uh, f*ck talkin' 'bout
Bitch ass, uh-uh, uh, suck my dick

Bitch, I'm woke, you can choke on this wide stick, uh (uh, uh, uh)
Yes, I'm Ski on the slope, with my 999 bitch, uh (uh, uh, uh)
I'm a mutant, not a human, what's your kind, bitch? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, I ain't really into that, but what's your sign, bitch? (Yeah, yeah, ayy, Evil Twins)
Bitch, I'm woke, you can choke on this wide stick, uh (uh, uh, uh)
Yes, I'm Ski on the slope, with my 999 bitch, uh (uh, uh, uh)
I'm a mutant, not a human, what's your kind, bitch? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, I ain't really into that, but what's your sign, bitch? (Yeah, yeah, ayy)

AK-47 in the trunk, you's a punk
Choppa hungry and it'll eat you up for lunch, what the f*ck?
Bitch, I'm cutthroat, cutthroats
F*cking on a dumb ho
That lil' bitch, yo slut ho
Hide coke in her butt (whoa)
I'm on go mode, lurkin' with a 4-0
Plus four more, 40 put him in a chokehold
Nigga, you a bozo, plus you a homo
No homo, my girl don't wanna f*ck you
I be on perko, have been puttin' in work, A$AP Ferg-o
I been movin' like a road blow, wet him up, Squirtle
Let's do a murder, nobody in the game like my bro, see murder
Pill pop, flip rocks, foot in, that's Reebok
Me and my gun got a lot in common, we both got big cocks
Uh, let it talk, it go "Grah", kumbaya
Fn send you up to Heaven, please say "Hi" to God
Go to Hell bitch, you's a joker, I got shells, give you hell, bitch
A provoker, here it go, here it go bitch
I'm a oh, uh, Michael Phelps, when I f*ck it, I'm a stroker
Huh-huh-huh

Bitch, I'm woke, you can choke on this wide stick, uh (uh, uh, uh)
Yes, I'm Ski on the slope, with my 999 bitch, uh (Wa-Wa-Water)
I'm a mutant, not a human, what's your kind, bitch? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh, I ain't really into that, but what's your sign, bitch? (Okay)
Bitch, I'm woke, you can choke on this wide stick, uh (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Yes, I'm Ski on the slope, with my 999 bitch, uh (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I'm a mutant, not a human, what's your kind, bitch? (Okay)
Uh, I ain't really into that, but what's your sign, bitch? (Ayy, ayy)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Jarad Anthony Higgins, Domonic Patten
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Hulk

Chris Brown, Little Mosey, he-
If it's Lil Moses
We want, we want-
We want, we want Bobby Shmurda (ayy)
We want Kodak Black (ayy)
Kodak Black, ahaha (yuh, ayy)
(I'm working on dying)
Yuh

Yuh, I'm green like the Hulk (I'm green like the, yuh)
Yuh, I tote like the Hulk (I tote like the, yuh)
Yuh, I flex like the Hulk (flex, yuh)
We green like the Hulk (yuh)
I've been on my bulk (yuh, yuh)
We light you up, chump (chump, chump)
I been on my, uh, yuh
Talk to me, talk to me twice
Uh, just like Bryce, huh (ayy)
We don't like cases (ayy)
Flip money like gymnastics (yuh)
Walk to me, talk to me, blog to me
These niggas beat basses (yuh)
These niggas love cases and to tell up on they neighbors (yuh)

Sit back while I'm sippin' on ting
I'm a boss outta Elden Ring (Perfecto)
(?) feet like the damn liver king
They copy cat, tell the boys pick a lane (Okay)
Or (?) like a damn sugarcane
I'm a villain, mask off, like pain (like pain)
We at the top like my name is Rogaine
You a stain like a cup from codeine, yeah
It can get murderous
Red room of (?)
I have been curtious
Beef never hurting us
Actually nourish us
They can't be sorry
His pockets so fat that it look like a huh
Hittin' a beat like I'm conducting surgery
I plead the 5th, tho I am committing purgery
Know how I rock, like a cradle, no nursery
(?), damn
Let a nigga try me, I hearse him (Hearse him)
Put him on a shirt, I merc him (Say cheese)
(?) lady, prolly curse him
It's a rap (?) it's a turban, yuh
These niggas lame, they burgers
Burdens, urchins, yuh
They never gettin' chicken, no (?)
Like my boy (?) (what else?)
He always masked up in the corner (what else?)
Like f*ck it bitch, I crash the (?) (what else?)
I'm special to them like a totem
Like show me any opponent
(?) on me like a (?)
(?) on me like the nose of snowman
Ain't my problem but I don't f*ck with Logan

Yuh, I'm green like the Hulk (I'm green like the, yuh)
Yuh, I tote like the Hulk (I tote like the, yuh)
Yuh, I flex like the Hulk (flex, yuh)
We green like the Hulk (yuh)
I've been on my bulk (yuh, yuh)
We light you up, chump (chump, chump)
I been on my, uh, yuh
Talk to me, talk to me twice
Uh, just like Bryce, huh (ayy)
We don't like cases (ayy)
Flip money like gymnastics (yuh)
Walk to me, talk to me, blog to me
These niggas beat basses (yuh)
These niggas love cases and to tell up on they neighbors (yuh)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Headrush

Yeah
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (huh)

Geek up (geek up, geek up)
Feet up (feet up, feet up)
Wanna see me? (See me)
Look up (look up, look at it)
We up (we up)
Free Thug (ay)
Titties on the chop (chop)
C cup (yeah, yeah)

Geek up (geek up)
We up (we up)
Wanna see me? (See me, see me)
Look up (look up, look at it)
Feet up (feet up)
Head rush (let's go)
Titties on the chop'
Huh, C cup (ayy)

Set it off, no Queen Latifah, they like "Damn" (damn)
Came with a stick like I'm a wizard, alakazam (oof)
An evil genius, got the world in the palm of my hand (hand)
I don't give a f*ck about you, f*ck you and your man, yeah
F*ck it (f*ck it, f*ck it)
F*ck it (f*ck it, f*ck it)
Life's a death race, this a Derby like we in Kentucky
No swamp (swamp), but I'm with my muddy (with my muddy)
Niggas be stealing the sauce, I know it's me they study
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Geek up (geek up, geek up)
Feet up (feet up, ya)
Wanna see me? (See me)
Look up (look up, look at it)
We up (we up, we up)
Free Thug
Titties on the chop, huh
C cup (C cup, ay)

Geek up (geek up, yeah)
We up (we up, yeah)
Wanna see me? (See me, see me)
Look up (look up)
Feet up (feet up, feet up)
Head rush (headrush)
Titties on the chop'
Huh, C cup

Break the damn stage, on a rampage
Stand on business so much I started a stampede
She gon' handle me, yeah, like a twelve-gauge
Power up like Kakarot, I'm in my last phase
Talkin' to the bread, what the bands say?
On some Grim Reaper shit, Billy and Mandy
Water on my neck like I'm wearing a canteen
In this, bitch, I'm off the shit, I'm flippin' candy
So tell me what the story is (yuh)
Where the blood and the glory is? (yuh)
Gladiator, victorious (yuh)
That's what my moral is (yuh)
I'm stone like an obelisk
Lime soda with the Wock' in it
They be slippin' like moccasins (yuh)
In the foreign tryna hit mach ten (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Geek up (geek up, geek up)
Feet up (feet up, feet up)
Wanna see me? (See me)
Look up (look up, look at it)
We up (we up)
Free Thug (ay)
Titties on the chop (chop)
C cup (yeah, yeah)

Geek up (geek up)
We up (we up)
Wanna see me? (See me, see me)
Look up (look up, look at it)
Feet up (feet up)
Head rush (let's go)
Titties on the chop'
Huh, C cup (ayy)
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Writer: Stokeley Goulbourne
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Frozen One

(D-d-d-damn, NVBEEL)
Huh, yuh, yuh, alright (yuh)

Simba 'cause I'm the chosen one
With this ice on me, I'm the frozen one
Red rum, talkin' 'bout murder
They gon' get my (?) turn
Hop in the crystals, you niggas bitches
Say yes, I'm burnin' one
Kick out the whistle, you get a (?)
Jesus peace, that's holy water
F*ck up to f*ck up this, hear and I look
And I know you not talkin' to me (to me)
(?) know that I flow like a butterfly
Know that I (?) like a bee
Call me out on it (?)
Young nigga like me out here in the Cullinan
Like, f*ck do you mean? (Yeah)

On Great Wall of China
I just put the fortress, I'm just tryna find her
I just want Rapunzel, let her hair down, climb her
Say they got some smoke with me, break it down, grinder

If they f*ckin' with me, oh no, not even kinda
We gon' shake some shit like coconut in a lime, huh
Call out Scooby-Doo 'cause I'm a monster, go and find him
Somethin' like the (?) or Godzilla, I'm a tyrant
We don't condone these bitches, they off and they up like that great, do you dig it?
I got a bone to pit with these niggas that say that they really be spittin'
New (?) bicycle, thinkin' I really do count up the digits
Told 'em that I'm gonna eat on the beat and they said that's a hundred percentage
(?) talk my business, talkin' bars and I got a life sentence (uh-huh)
(?), niggas done this year, they finished

On Great Wall of China
I just put the fortress, I'm just tryna find her
I just want Rapunzel, let her hair down, climb her
Say they got some smoke with me, break it down, grinder
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Nabeel Safi-Tarin
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




KillStreak

Huh, okay
Yuh, ayy (damn, NVBEEL)

Speedin' while I'm ballin', speed ballin', speed demon
Mr. Blackout, I just need a f*ckin' reason
Glock with the tits on it, shit showin' cleavage
I been going dummy, yuh, Butt-Head, Beavis
She said I be yummy, I said, "Girl, you funny"
Nigga act stupid, leave him like an egg yolk, now his nose is runny (yeah)
Been around the world, so trust, ain't shit like me in this country (huh)
Matter in fact, in this world (okay), I'm sick, I might hurl (ayy)
Man, this life shit crazy, underestimated on the daily
This life I live like American Horror Story, shit get crazy, huh
Shit get tricky, shit get mazy, vision hazy, huh
Don't know where this money comin' from 'cause a nigga kinda lazy (yuh)

We package 'em, wrap 'em up, he burrito (ayy)
That boy just like the Chief Keef song, he finito
I'm on a kill streak right now, okay, might just call in a VTOL
Only pop out on rare occasions, I'm a golden beetle
And I'm hard to find, like the haystack, I'm the needle

Lemme tell you somehtin', this shit ain't too feasible
Rockin' Resident Evil shades, my bitch rock Oliver People
I'm a blessin' in disguise, they think that I'm Kris Kringle
Got 'em hypnotized 'cause I'm playin' with numbers, okay, bingo
Okay, fool, the lingo, name shit where I can't go
New whip in this bitch, new chain, I feel like I'm Django
Bitch suckin' on my seed just like the inside of a mango, yuh
Bentley coupes, Porsches, I just up the horses
Smith on me like Jorja, I'm doin' bein' cordial
She like, "How you knew dat?" Bitch, I got my sources
Pearls on me like oyster, spin shit, Wheel of Fortune
Baby girl, be cautious, can't f*ck up my endorsements
Niggas ducks, Oregon, codeine in the organs
Ahead of my time, I'm in the future, so my whip DeLorean
Money give me endorphins, live life like euphoria, yuh

We package 'em, wrap 'em up, he burrito (ayy)
That boy just like the Chief Keef song, he finito
I'm on a kill streak right now, okay, might just call in a VTOL
Only pop out on rare occasions, I'm a golden beetle
And I'm hard to find, like the haystack, I'm the needle
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Nabeel Safi-Tarin, D2
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




From Yard

[ Featuring Skillibeng ]

Yo, hello
Gunshot, gunshot

Bloodclaat bun 'em like Sprite
Y'all brethren waan pass mi di light
Real general, real (?)
Real (?) pon my side
Yo, (?)
(?) tek life
Real life, wi a bubble (?)
Wah 'e pree? Hello

Put your hands in the air, the same toast
This a robbery, bitch, ain't tryna boast
(?), bitch, I do the most
Take a look at these diamonds, they kinda gross
Take a look at yourself, you kinda gross
Swingin' the pendulum, bitch, I'm on the boat
I hope you choke, throw up and (?)
Wishin' he would like he made of oak

Hello, yo
Wah 'e pree? Ha
Yuh see mi?
Weh yuh mean? Bloodclaat, gunshot, yo

Mi a go (?), weh di Benz? Weh di tek convent?
Yuh nuh walk wid nuh bent
Eastside jump off yuh head wid di led
You a beg, still a get hollowpoint inna chest
Gunshot, shelly med like a head
Wi defend wid di rifle, nuh play pon a bench
Eastside slap off yuh face, then wi lef'
Alien (?) then wi set
Di bwoy dem a follow mi, wanna mi, badda mi
Haffi a sure dem a one of mi, chat and nuh badda mi
Load wid di AK and it dramatic, (?)
Mek 'e six pon stick dem like a (?)
Gunshot (?) another skin
Bare shots, free ho, supm like a piss
Blood pon di main, know nothin' like a drinks
Jump off yuh head wid shot like beam
M, (?), yuh pretend to be gentle
Di rifle a beat 'na yuh head
Eastside lock off 'e road wid di TEC
Mek e cops haffi lock 'e road, (?) (yo, gunshot)

Bloodclaat bun 'em like Sprite
Y'all brethren waan pass mi di light
Real general, real (?)
Real (?) pon my side
Yo, (?)
(?) tek life
Real life, wi a bubble (?)
Wah 'e pree? Hello
(Outro: Ski Mask the Slump God)
Hello, yo
Wah 'e pree? Ha
Yuh see mi?
Weh yuh mean? Bloodclaat, gunshot, yo
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Emwah Warmington, Max Adam Lord, Carlton McDowell
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Him Jung Un

Yuh, yuh
Huh, huh
Bitch

Okay, let's get shit straight
Fifty K for the damn suit case
Fifty K for a nigga if you take cash app if I wanna get you erased
Been booted with no lace
Eat Gabagool, one with (?)
Been gone without a trace
Eat my long, got good taste
Okay, like, f*ck up out my face (yuh)
Please give me space (ayy)
Know I serve the swag (what else?)
And I serve the bass (what else?)
Know I'm poppin' tags
Might just take your bae (huh)
I be (?) long
They say I got (?)

I be throwin' tamper tantrums, uh
This the anthem
Diamonds, they be pink and shit, huh, like the panther
Know I'm 'bout my green and shit, huh, like Bernie Sanders
And we at your head top, huh, like the dandruff
Ask me where the f*ck I'm at, huh, where the bands is
I can tell you old news, don't need a news stand bitch
Got a (?) war (?), yup, it's a lancer
I been trying (?) but sometimes violence be the ansert
I know you a crab
I know you a cancer
Got the gift of (?)
But shit probably (?)
Designer on my tag
All black, Marilyn Manson
Tryna pay attention, we'll hold you for ransom

Okay, let's get shit straight
Fifty K for the damn suit case
Fifty K for a nigga if you take cash app if I wanna get you erased
Been booted with no lace
Eat Gabagool, one with (?)
Been gone without a trace
Eat my long, got good taste
Okay, like, f*ck up out my face (yuh)
Please give me space (ayy)
Know I serve the swag (what else?)
And I serve the bass (what else?)
Know I'm poppin' tags (haha)
Might just take your bae (huh)
I be (?) long
They say I got (?)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Robert John Richardson, Max Adam Lord
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Let It Breathe

Yuh, okay, yuh
Take it serious (yuh)
Saturate my sentences, I know you find it curious
This is finna blossom 'til I f*cking get delirious
Hoping my image is who that man up in that mirror is, like
Let it breathe
I've seen violence and wars, don't help no one's accord
I've seen comments and whores that felt more like a sword, I mean

Very cerebral, okay
Very cerebral
I bleed just like you bleed
We all pod with the P's
Just like peas in the pod
But we are more prestige, I mean (I mean)
Very cerebral
Very cerebral
I bleed just like you bleed
We all pod with the P's
Just like peas in the pod
But we are more prestige, I mean

Yuh, tell me what you see
Man in the mirror, don't recognize me, yuh
Man in the mirror, give a f*ck about we
Money on my money, smoke a pound, palm trees
Talking fine dine, (?)
Been out of space, give me space (?)
The lizard king, Jim Morrison, I am him
The chosen one like Simba in Lion King

Okay
Very cerebral
Very cerebral
I bleed just like you bleed
We all pod with the P's
Just like peas in the pod
But we are more prestige, I mean
Very cerebral
Very cerebral
I bleed just like you bleed
We all pod with the P's
Just like peas in the pod
But we are more prestige, I mean
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Mandalorian

Look at that boy right there, huh, huh
Look at that boy (what? Water)
Oh my God, Ronny (he like that, he like that, okay, huh)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy-ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy-ayy)
Ayy, huh, yuh (huh, huh, okay)

Huntin' rifle on me like a Mandalorian (huh)
I learn from my past like a damn historian (huh, huh, huh)
Finding Nemo, bitch, I'm in that water (huh, huh), Dorian (huh)
You alien, I'm Predator, tryin' to find your origin
You always mean muggin', can you live a little?
Ain't got .30 with the cheese, we call that a McGriddle
I'm actin' like I'm Wizard Kelly, you can't see me, nigga
You actin' like the dog, you done got some courage in you, ha, ha
I'm fresh as fruit, I'm in a suit, they think I f*ck with Scot'
I don't got dreads, I'm still Jamaican, fry your (?)
Like Beauty with the Beast, I'm stayin' with the monsters
Pulled up to the Super Bowl in a soup bowl, no wontons
I'm in the cut with some privates with no panties
I'm in the cut like the pantry, where the ants be
It's A Bug's Life, these niggas movin' antsy
Behind these bars, tryna eat like a canteen
But what's the deal? I'm 'bout to kill like a Plan-B
Like a left hook from (?) they took an L, see?
This life a game, I say, "GG", like my belt be
They on my body like a hobby (?)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy-ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy-ayy)
Ayy, huh, yuh (huh, huh, okay)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Shady El Sayed, Ronald Oneil Spence Jr., Richard O'Neil Burrell
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Jump

(I'm working on dying)
Yuh (Damn, NVBEEL)

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna-?
Don't this shit make my people wanna-?
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna-?
Don't this shit make my people wanna-?

(?) you better watch out
Hot shit, we bringin' the cops out
Street soildiers is ringin' the blocks out
Short circuit (?) the blocks out
They say that they outside, but they look docile
And I ain't talkin' 'bout slippers, but got the Crocs out
Rockin' (?) Naruto (?)
Lights out like Mike Tyson, I knock the mic out, yuh

Don't this shit make my people wanna-?
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna-?
Don't this shit make my people wanna-?
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna-?

Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, yeah

You know the usual (?) like a cuticle
Bananas since a juvenile, you square just like a cubicle
It's crucial, you should know that you startin' to look delusional
Comparin' me to anyone else 'cause I am not the usual
I'm irrefutable, blackout like it's a funeral
Slingin' spells like I'm Voldemort, talk to your bitch like Dolittle
Pass the (?) bitch, hush
This shit was a lot, rockin' more gold than King Tut
Soda how I crush 'em, like Cuban they linked up
That shit do not faze me, my pocket gon' stay stuffed
And if you ain't knowin', bitch, we on a roll now
Like, we don't (?) a pot of gold now
Food spillin' all out of the bowl now
Money thick, get harder to fold now, yuh

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna-?
Don't this shit make my people wanna-?
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna-?
Don't this shit make my people wanna-?

Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, yeah
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Nabeel Safi-Tarin, D2, Nelida Yew
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Shibuya

(Five, four, three, two, one)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)

Yeah, let me see your hands to bring you outside in my land (yeah)
I've been with the gangsters, bandanas (yeah)
Hangin' out the window, let it bang

For the right price, he'll do ya
That's my right-hand man (right-hand man)
We out in Shibuya, outside in Japan (yeah, in Japan)
Striped sweater on me like Krueger, huh, what's it to ya?
Introduce you to my new gun, this Ruger in my pants (yeah, yeah)

Let me see your hands to bring you outside in my land (yeah)
I've been with the gangsters, bandanas (yeah)
Hangin' out the window, let it bang

These niggas be on treason, I swear that they switch
I just needed a reason, already dug his ditch
They say I'm on fire like a nineteenth-century witch
No snow when I blow up the wire, they think I'm 50 Cent, uh
I've been hittin' stains, bool, you too?
Let's be Bonnie, Clyde, f*ck ya sayin'?
We gon' be like Pablo Esco'
We don't need no f*ckin' middleman

Let me see your hands to bring you outside in my land (yeah)
I've been with the gangsters, bandanas (yeah)
Hangin' out the window, let it bang

For the right price, he'll do ya
That's my right-hand man (right-hand man)
We out in Shibuya, outside in Japan (yeah, in Japan)
Striped sweater on me like Krueger, huh, what's it to ya?
Introduce you to my new gun, this Ruger in my pants (yeah, yeah)

Let me see your hands to bring you outside in my land (yeah)
I've been with the gangsters, bandanas
Hangin' out the window, let it bang (let it bang)
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Writer: Alec Tolkin, Joshua D. Goldberg, Max Lord, Stokeley Goulbourne
Copyright: Lyrics © AL B SMOOV PUBLISHING, BILL MODE RICO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Go!

Uh, uh, uh
Yo, Ski
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)

Feel this thing in your vibe, it's not enough
For eons, it's felt like I've waited
It ain't one of these
I can't stop these things, sippin' on Wock'
Been thinkin' 'bout what it is and what it means, tell me why

Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)

Go on, take my hand
In no time, we're free again
From my forest, put from dark place
Cut through the noise, listen why you are insane
Know you have a choice, know you carry light (?)
Easy, you were (?) no, no, no
Only have to say the word
Just tell me when you wanna go

Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (go)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (go)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (uh, uh, uh)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (go)
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go (just tell me when you wanna go)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Corbin Smidzik
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






11th Dimension is the second studio album by American rapper Ski Mask the Slump God.

It's his first studio album in five years, following his debut studio album Stokeley (2018). The album consists of 21 tracks and features guest appearances from Future, Skillibeng, Corbin, and posthumous vocals from XXXTentacion and Juice Wrld.

11th Dimension was preceded by two singles: "Shibuya" and "Headrush".

On November 21, 2023, Ski Mask revealed the album's title as 11th Dimension. "Shibuya", the first single after the removal of "Ooga Booga!" from the album, was released on March 15, 2024.

- "Jah's Interlude" is a shortened version of "Hope (Freestyle)" from XXXTentacion's ? (Deluxe), originally released in September 2019.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Future, Skillibeng, Corbin, XXXTentacion, Juice Wrld
Genre(s): Rap
Released: June 7th, 2024
Year: 2024

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