album cover
RIFT
Hip-Hop/Rap
RIFT was released on April 18, 2026 by TJP as a part of the album NPC'S MIDDLE SPACE - Single
album cover
Release DateApril 18, 2026
LabelTJP
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Type JP
Type JP
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Type JP
Type JP
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
H3Music
H3Music
Producer

Lyrics

My smile got wiped
On my board cause the ink got swiped
So fuck the peace
I lock my sight
Drew war paint all of my lines
So cock the piece
Flash too bright
Pop four and I blinked too tight
So pop release
Blood down the pipe
Got stains on the floor
Get the wrinkles out
And chalk the grease
No autotype, commas and cheese
Ran prototypes and some counter-pleads
Bitch got him piped, he's on his knees
She fucked his life, straight to the teeth
He's a pussy ass bitch, someone call Huda
And I pity his switch, suicide murder
Put his dick in a crazy, said fuck rubber
Put a ring on that lady, he's a blind lover
You think I give a fuck
I've been through hell and back
And I can't handle you shitheads?
Go practice your scream and tuck
I will be everywhere
Raining down bullets
I serve lead
I cycled through enemies
You've never heard of me
Cause they be crossing lines and dead
I go 0 to 100
I squeeze you like blackheads
Reversing you inbreds
You'll see red
I'm reverse baking
Unfolding your rolls
So I can search for his lost balls
My arms aching
Gained a few hashtags
Scale is past that
Made a few calls
Fake friends, never heard from my side
Bullshit, gas lit
Fuck it, BYE bitch
I don't got the energy to dog sit dog shit
Listen to a quarter pounder whisper in your ear like
How can you do this to me?
Shut the hell up and bitch stop crying been silent
Dropping your ass in the trash has been gratifying
Nonstop whining your voice straight up terrifying
She's holding him back Medusa petrifying
He's dying
Oh lord
Please forgive me
Please don't blame me for the pain I'm causing
My door
Has been shut
Since the fuck that I gave went missing
No more
Second chances
No future tenses
Turned on 20 senses
All seeing lenses
Got clear consensus
No "on the fence"s
Wall up defences
Can't see who?
Can't go where?
Psycho pair
Friends beware
You start wars
Forcing sides
Main dish was not enough
Stop eating that's enough
Call your bluff, huff and puff
I have been doing this
Never missed
Every list
All death's kiss
Fuck a hook
Just started chapter one of my book
I can take you on any day of the week
I love Chic-Fil-A but even on Sundays it works for me
Who's gonna stomp on me
I'll face you and all of your followers that you bought
100v1
I don't need no backup
I'll eat when I'm done
Half of y'all will switch up
It's gonna be fun
Beat going quiet but we won't go silent
My homies turn up
I got too many words in the vault
Freedom of speech but verbal assault
I got enough ammo to be at fault
Got enough shooters to form a few cults
So why you playing, you should've said halt
I jump over drama I love to pole vault
But you disrespectful I reset defaults
So bitch stop crying, rub wound with the salt
Written by: Type JP
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...