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Wormhole
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Wormhole was released on October 19, 2018 by Soul Assassins Records as a part of the album Kaos
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AlbumKaos
Release DateOctober 19, 2018
LabelSoul Assassins Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM58

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Performer
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lawrence Muggerud
Lawrence Muggerud
Songwriter
Rakeem Myer
Rakeem Myer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Sam Kingston
Sam Kingston
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Muggs, what up, my ****?
Uh, yeah, uh
Uh, in all my gold, coke cooked on the stove
Only talk in codes, we don’t talk on them phones
I smell like dough and Polo sport cologne
The Testarossa I drove's testosterone
Stay in your childish zone, this ain’t Romper Room
My Benz be riding smooth, the jewels look custom
I need more closet room, Allah diamonds, I got Islamic roots
I still grind for the loot with the prostitutes
Catch me Tom Browned down, we ain’t on common ground
Used to boost Tommy Hil' out to Abraham and Strauss
Ow, MAK90 out the Giblee
Or we can mix it up, I might come jig you in your kidney
It’s been documented, I will pop a ****
I feel like Big Poppa, I let the chopper lift ya
Glock with the condenser, bitch, I got potential
Rolex presidential, pimp tools
Fendi living rooms, views of swimming pools
I’m a business dude, get it clicking, fool
I did it, I am living proof, uh
Check it, check it, check it, check it out
Keep your heavy necklace in the house, ow
Marc, ****, uh
Run down on your ass, ****
Hundred block, boy
Uh, platinum Rollie light grey, I feel like Dice Clay
The difference between us, I say it's night and day
The pain don’t get wiped away
I was cooking white in the microwave, you banging on cyberspace
That shit you claiming, it ain’t resonate
The way you lay, make sure the bed get made
Don’t ever think you can’t get wet up for extra change
3 extra chains, it gave me neck pains
Might let your brains hang like Jesse James
And I jet in the range, I’m too set in my ways
No second grade sex slaves, let’s set the stage
Come catch this fade, or you can pay with 10k
Audemars Piguet, y'all **** gay, it ain’t even vague
It ain’t up for debate, you won’t bust a grape
Great, wrap the 38 with duct tape, abduct your mate
Fuck your face, nothing you love is safe, I just dug in your safe
Your tap ain’t straight, you go back to the days of bagging base
To being placed in a body bag over a bad day
You dead, I guess it’s better, that way
You dead, I guess it’s better, that way, motherfucker
Ah, Marc, ****, yeah
Kaos
Kaos
Written by: Lawrence Muggerud, Rakeem Myer
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