The Blake Tapes

by Blake James

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The first solo project by "Bleezy" Blake J.

It's Weird. It's Wild.

The Blake Tapes.

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released April 8, 2016

Produced by
Rob Boss and JProtege

Recording and Mixing by
Blake James

Thank you to Isaac Garcia, Joseph Haggins, Fernando Magana and Eric Jackson. Couldn't have made it with out you guys.

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Track Name: Now In Session (Feat. Rob Boss)
[Blake]
This rap lesson is now in session
Gonna start it all with a confession
Confessing ain't my style so I'm actually gonna hold off for a while
I conflegrate the competition
Out the way I'm on a mission
Speaking premonitions, in the world of the living bitch
Let me digress and get back to the topic
Baby girl ain't no one better at making major profits
You cant knock it, but rock it and sock it
I've got robots in my pockets
No fruits, no boots I'm going barefoot
Never stay put dancing in the cut
Cause I don't give a fuck
I'm so fly you can call Marty MC
Hammering this beat no where that I'd rather be uh
Rolling snake eyes riding high bitches goodbye
Casinos and flashing lights in my future shines so bright
I'm going blind, and going deaf to the haters
I can't hear ya
And allergic to suckas so you know I can't get near ya

[Rob Boss]
R O B
Mr. Bossevicci on the beat
Red wine, I'm inclined to dine
Hoochies bouncin' ass fine
Men say I'm to mean
Smoking green leaf
Drinking no tea
No hands no plans, just me
Sucka MC's plea-please go easy
Ladies say please me
Please don't be cheesy
Drinking dry gin, dry ice dry humor
Bitches say I'm hard and you best believe the rumors
You best believe the rumors
Rob B out

[Blake]
I'm rapping with a passion
Attacking each syllable and crashing
The most mackin-ist baller the immaculate captain
never falter but alter the rythem I be spitting
More current the ocean
Do the math and get the quotient
Dividing lines
Counting dividends spitting bars getting by yeah
Waking up early morning thinking green my monies growing
Keep my skrilla in my scraper ride around with my paper
Today I made a killing
I've got millions on millions
Step n stage make them ladies scream whoa
I don't need a tractor to pull hoes
No
No freestyles, I don't rap for free
If you wanna get a verse then you've gotta pay me
I ain't got no filters like them Instagram hoes
If you feel like trying me then I'm down to throw them bows
My hands more precise than a clocks'
Hit you up real quick tick-tock
Four shots and I feel alright
We're gonna get down tonight
Chyeah!
Track Name: Ain't Got Time (Feat. Young P.I.P.)
[Young P.I.P.]
Baby, I haven't seen you lately
You got me feeling lonely
Cause you're always on you grind
Got me feeling like you ain't got time
Baby, I haven't seen you lately
You know you left me empty
But your always on my mind
Oh please don't waste my time

[Blake]
Ohhhh
Yeah, Yeah
This Bleezy not breezy
My attraction to you is so deeply
Driving me insane
Had to hop on the first plane just to get to where you are and to see you and how you are
My bars flow like stars glow like
Laying down my sick flow
Laying down on them pillows
Tryna sleep but my mind is running
Oh well time goes
On
I sit up and turn a beat on
The gears are turning and I write on
Word play like scrabble
Babble on
Knight that's what I am some times
Night is when I like to rhymes
Cause that's when my mind runs the most
Add some wine in the mix and butter me up like I'm toast
This a passion as one thing goes turn the page and you'll know
Time moves on, and I realize all I want is to be in your eyes
What you are to me, in mine
And that's perfect, baby
So glad that your mine
And that's perfect, baby
So glad that your mine
I just want to run away with you
N we can't stop
No you know we won't stop

[Young P.I.P.]
Baby, I haven't seen you lately
You got me feeling lonely
Cause you're always on you grind
Got me feeling like you ain't got time
Baby, I haven't seen you lately
You know you left me empty
But your always on my mind
Oh please don't waste my time

[Blake] REPEATx3
You ain't got no time for this
I ain't got no time for that
You ain't got no time for this
I ain't got no time for that
You ain't got no time for this
I ain't got no tiiiiiiiime
Track Name: By Design
[Blake]
Yeah
This is, By design I'm a product of my environment
I'm doin’ hard time
In my mind
The sun shining not a lot of it
I'm positive I'm negative
Pushin forward somethings gotta give
I'm moving forward but I'm crawling kids
Growing up to be the next big thing
Chasing bundles of cash and Hollywood dreams
I just want what I've seen on the big screen
Fast cars foreign broads
perfect bods flipping cards, be a star shining
dining on the finest
dionysus pouring prodigious products,
producing prolific lyrical portraits
Stick we it
Like trees in a forest
Call me Titan
I shoulder the world like Heighten
But really who remembers?
Strapped and heated in the middle of December, oh
Colder than everest
But my whole blocks hot
Sipping bubbled beverages
Glocks losing it's leverage
Yo
You can't see me
I'm houdini on the flow
I go and I go
Until I can't no mo
I'm gone yo

It's naughty by nature
Slick by design
All the time
Making money is a habit
I do more than get by
Whether I'm in the studio or out on my grind
The out comes never in question It's all by design

I get the bottles Poppin
While that whip be locking
While them ass’ be dropping
Turnin’ up an I ain’t stopping
Can never have enough success
Especially when you live your life in excess
My nexus is so serious
Like a net set on the play ground when you’re 5 years old
Climb to the top get over your fears and be bold
And I see souls not people
I can tell if you’re fake or real
Like a 6th sense but more regal for real
But in the end all of that don’t Matter
Cause I’m stepping to the plate whipping’ pancakes no batter
Climb the ladder, anti-matter
Lyrics to your ears
The opposite of fears
I'm a syntax toting omnipotent
Ballistic lyrical docent
Tell em

It's naughty by nature
Slick by design
All the time
Making money is a habit
I do more than get by
Whether I'm in the studio or out on my grind
The out comes never in question It's all by design

{Bleezy Blake out}
Track Name: Go Gettum (Feat. Rob Boss)
[Blake]
Below the underground
Like a fossil uncovered now
A missing link in the rap clink
I'm in the pink ink
Leak from my pen
Scribing life until the end
Clean ya ears out
So I can make em ring for years now
Forming followings
Jump on the train to finer things
Michael kohrs on the wrist
With them fly Giuseppe kicks
If mj sick
Then I'm james bond slick
I'm a fucking T-rex
An I'll wreck you team next
Like Mr. T Yes
I pitty ya fool
The lyricism non existent
Be missing from my rhymes
If you read through
You might catch a ghost in the lines
He fuckin floatin through the lines
While I get after mine
Who the baddest motherfucka that be?
Bitches that's me me me
Meet ya in the streets and
Ima leave ya squad leaking
You wanna fuck with me
I won't stop until yall beaten
I'm hotter than the hottest sauce that burn your ass
I'm burning masses
Making messes
Calculated guesses
Checking checks up off my check list
I'm a mother fucking boss so I do what I want!
These other fucks is lost
Always want to but don't
Everything I do mane
It's part of the plan
Jump out the fucking oven
N in to the frying pan
It's all about the money
It's all about the power
Ain't a damn thing funny
My taste is kind of sour
Life hands me lemons
N I throw them right back
When they ask me how I got here
I made this shit from scratch!
Laying down my ciphers
in the mother fucking trap
When they ask me how I got here
I made this shit from scratch
I just tell em people felt it
Modafucka I built it
Haters in the cut they call me young Bleezy
Haters in the cut only hating cause they can't be me
I'm back on a track
An I'm stepping on the cracks
This is Blake not lively
Drips from the IV, nightly
I be grinding through the critics
Adding names to the hit list
I'm the fittest of the fittest
And you know I don't know what quit is
Got this base bumping through your bones
Bitches it's on
Until we meet again, deuces
See you in the next song

If you see some bad bitches, GO GET EM
Motherfuckas on your hit list, GO GET EM
Wanna bees' so ridiculous, GO GET EM
Stack them bars and riches, GO GET EM
GO GET EM
GO GET EM
GO GET EM
GO GET EM

[Rob Boss]
Straight up homicidal
Call the doctor, press the dial up
Watching these residuals and dead bodies they pile up
Robby is not to be tested, thick bitches be hesitant they
Never saw their diet being sugar cubes and dick bone
Full grown, drop it down I’ll let you drink the pudding
Knock some fucking sense in you bitch you never understood
That I’m a motherfucking lyrical murderer not a purist, you faggots be tripping hurdles
Before I spit all my curses,
I’m cursing in waves, Watching the typical rock sink deep in the haze, bang
Bring me the bae, bring me the- bring me the bitches and liquor, I cannot behave
Fucking bitches to infinity definitive edition booty licking rap entity
Die like a Kennedy, fucking all these dirty hoes she mary Monroe I’m John Kennedy
That ass swerve side to side, you acting like you never saw a rapper like me
With the glasses and a black T in your sheets, I’m Charlie Sheen without the aids
Get paid, got switch blades and bitch maids, rolling hard on cocaine
Fired up like propane, game
I’m looking at you
I’m looking at you
Bitch
Track Name: Intermission
This is a brief intermission
I'm intermittently taking a breather
Rollin' through the desert like a tumble weed weaver
I'm just coastin and roastin
All the beats that J be posting
You fuckers can't deal and you never could
Spark it up like a lighter
Light a fire in this woods
Just like a blaze I'm hard to stop when I'm going good
Slow burning and hot
DO NOT get it misunderstood
You would try to put me out but it's far too late
So for right now take in the smoke bitch, asphyxiate
Cause all my people is done up
And all the real ones are on a come up
We may not be at the top now
But we'll be there when the suns up
Let me hit you with that spectacular vernacular
I'm ripping this not tripping shit
A bag of fix and a barrel of six
An I'll spit the spills for all within ear shot
But I can't stop for those who can't wait
Sorry homeboy but for you it's too late
If you want the keys to success then I'll tell you one time
But I don't repeat myself man
Keep that in mind
Peace
Track Name: Too Late (Feat. Rob Boss)
[Rob Boss]
Too late for second chances
Too late for re romances
No you wont understand it
No no you don't understand
Too late for second chances
Too late for re romances
You won't wont understand it
No no you don't understand
Robbie pickin' pockets with the flow
Proceed with caution
When she lookin' at me she don't see the history involving me and some her
Some other woman now I'm taking home these bitches
Using super glue for stitches
I'm a busted ass heart
I still keep a place for us
Same place I take hoes to fuck
Grey Goose in my blood tonight
She know I ain't been acting right
I still keep a place for us
Same place I take hoes to fuck
Grey Goose in my blood tonight
She know I ain't been acting right
-
I'm drinking more than I thought I would
And It's too late
It's too late to fall in love tonight

[Blake]
Would you really wanna fuck the world
Are you trying to figure out how to save it?
You may have the best intentions
But either way it might be too late bruh
Flippin' verses at the speed of infinity
Shots have been fired and all of them enter me
Eternally flowing material glowing
I stay slaying beats until 8 in the morning
She's moanin' and groanin'
I'm fuckin' and flowing
The sun slips through te blinds
Piercing my blood shot eyes
I cannot see two feet in front of me
Maybe I've had too much to drink
Or maybe I haven't had enough
Sometimes it's hard to keep track man
Sometimes that shit is rough
You gotta spit some shit that people can relate too
But even then they still might hate you
Boy, don't let them berate you
Instead make them debate
Let em see success from far away
Having them wonder if it's all too late
I made my name and I made her day
Homie had your chance now get out the way
Blake is the trillest the realest I mean it
Still people hate man they just can't believe it
Thinking to themselves
While the by themselves
I wonder if he'll still be friends with us?
I don't know we can only hope
But I have a feeling that it's too late

[Rob Boss]
I'm drinking more than I thought I would
And It's too late
It's too late to fall in love tonight
Track Name: Wind You Up (Feat. Rob Boss)
[Blake]
I have everything you can ever need
I know the secret of your love for me
I am the one who will do you right
I just want to, I just want , I just want to wind you up
I see you down there on the floor
Shake that thing up some more
I couldn't ask for more
I just want to wind you up
Even though you got a man
I don't wanna be no friend
I just wanna wind you up, No
-
You wind me up ma I salute ya
You a real ass trooper
My bad bitch, day one chick
You always down for this dick
Come over here and take a swig of this here Jack Daniels and coke
You out here fallin' in love but I'm only tryin to poke
Get a taste of these bars cause what I spit it real
Now that I've got your attention Ima give it to you real
Pull up real close and Ima squeeze real tight
Your booty bodacious and your body so right
I'm gonna hit it from the front
I'll put you on your back
You ain't never got it like this before
I'm layin' it down like a lumberjack
Making her wet in the sheets
Making her grind her teeth
When I put it in deep
I fuckin' put your ass to sleep, chyeah
-
I have everything you can ever need
I know the secret of your love for me
I am the one who will do you right
I just want to, I just want , I just want to wind you up
I see you down there on the floor
Shake that thing up some more
I couldn't ask for more
I just want to wind you up
Even though you got a man
I don't wanna be no friend
I just wanna wind you up, No

[Rob Boss]
Oh, girl I mix that beat
Make the base move your feet
I've got contacts lots of hoes wanna cuntact
She up on me
Like I wanna her too
And she horny, what I gotta do
I'm gonna bring her home tonight
Rob B. in that pussy so tight
Gonna lick it up, lick it up
Don't give a fuck
Gonna eat it up
I just wanna wind you
Track Name: H.A.F.H. Freestyle
[Blake]
The city that I roam is not the city I belong in
I've been longing to return to ballin in the land of falling Sakura leaves impossibly
Making me believe
Just landed in Narita
You can't see us
I'll just ride out
Take a drive down
To the city fill my cup up get fucked up
Be careful not to get locked up
You know I stay glocked up
An I just don't give a fuck
Hey hey
The city that I roam is not the city I belong in
The rain pouring down while these ladies getting down
Hit up the karaoke on the low key I can't sing
But I’m still there
We in here for winning and grinning
Sinning is second nature
I'm a fucking desperado
Making money is my motto
I will burn you with fire
That's inside
You're the fuel and I'm the lighter
Me n my desires climbing like spiders
Higher in the sky, First class is where I ride
Without a shadow of a doubt, I’m out here
The clouds part an it’s all clear
In the park you know I make my mark
An you cannot see me after dark
Like Asian Kung-fu generation
Who sit atop an island nation
The city that I roam is not the city I belong in
The name is Blake J
Mr. factual contractual
Logic is the way that I be giving knowledge back to y’all
An I really don’t care
If you ready or unprepared
For the verse I'm bout to lay down
Get that oriental sound bitch
The City that I roam is not the city I belong in
And the prettiest of hoes are not the ones you always callin’
My dude I stay hustling all day I’m never stallin
If you want a verse then put up a stack and quit calling
PEACE
Track Name: Getting Excited (Feat. Jean Pierre)
[Jean Pierre]
Baby girl, You got me feeling
So excited
Everybody knows
You got me firing
Come on let me show you
Let me show you why girl
Baby girl (REPEAT x3)
I just want you
I just need you
Baby girl, I wanna feel you
I wanna feel you yeah

[Blake]
{An I want you}
{Bleezy Blake on the mic}
I need you
But your so far away
An I see you work work work work working babe
ANd I get so, I get so oooooooooo
One more time!
I see you workin babe and you know I want to!
Get so, I get so!

[Jean Piere]
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
Mmm Haha, bet you didn't see this one coming
You and me girl, awh yeah