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Black Flag – Machine Gun Kelly

Machine Gun Kelly drops his new mixtape Black Flag. Check out tracks 3, 10, and 11 and let me know what you think! Track 12 “Swing Life Away” if you like Rise Against and the genre-mix explosion :)



Breaking News – Machine Gun Kelly

Machine Gun Kelly has been teasing his loyal EST movement fans with this ‘Breaking News’ hit, among other mini release items, before releasing his Black Flag mixtape album. Needless to say, I can’t F***ING wait! Boy’s got dope flow – and that’s an understatement.


Machine Gun Kelly – “Skate Cans”

Oringal chucks on
laced up like i’m taking them on a roll
they begging me not to kill it
i tell em i’m having fun
they askin me how i do it, i tell em get on the real
meaning get on the grind
i’m ready now what’s the deal

my size 11 skate on the surface like hovercraft
a super hero you’d think that i was a thundercat
i roll with villains, my village calling me son of sam
simply when i come around
they st-s-stutter-ing

my body tatted
they say i look like graffiti
that’s why i be on a roll
but these regulars they try to read me
the way that people would be staring
you’d think that i was a t-v
but when it comes to the haters
i cannot see them like stev-e

but i’ve been seeing repeats of dead rappers like sixth sense
my competition ain’t worth nothing like six cents
i swear i’m sick shit
you’d think i was ryan scheckler
by the way i make the kicks filp

too cool, handshakes and gats
serving all these fools like pancakes in stacks
whoever thought that i wouldn’t be damaging the tracks
was pulling they own legs
like hamstrings and calves

i am the only great white
body look like a canvas
skin is covered with tats
chucks are always the classics
look like i’m in the past

turn the noise up
hundred words and running turn the noise up
what i tell these people
turn the noise up
hundred words and running, turn the noise up
transformers tatted on my arm like toys

any times my time
any day’s grind time
any time’s prime time
no chain needed i am just a star

turn the noise up
hundred words and running, turn the noise up
what i tell these people
turn the noise up
best rapper alive, who, kells, kells

ugh, i’m so beyond my times like michael angelo
of the second millennium
i roll it up and get higher than condominiums
my raps real the way that people be feeling it
midwest all the way to the other side of the meridian

bet that,
est is in the spot now
who knew we’d be crew that all of these fools would try to jock

them type of dudes that will make your mouth drop down
faces looking twisted
like they’re guzzeling ciroc now

city slickers that searching for bigger figures
this is more than a game
my business is in the scrimmage
and i’d be with the sickest
cuz i’m trying to be the illest
with them die hard fans like bruce willis
pow pow

i’m in the cut like alcohol in the wound
but i’m
tripping like i popped adderol on the moon, focused
on killing tracks like i’m rapping em from the tomb
RIP for this instrumental
lighters up for the tunes

every morning i wake up and put my fitted on
which means every day i wake and put my city on
cleveland, we’re ready turn the MIDI on
kid kells standing like a million

i am the only great white
body look like a canvas
skin covered with tats
chucks are always the classics
look like i’m in the past

turn the noise up
hundred words and runnig, turn the noise up
what i tell these people
turn the noise up

any time’s my time
every day’s grind time
no chain needed
i’m just a star

turn the noise up
hundred words and running, turn the noise up
best reapper alive


Machine Gun Kelly – “Champion”

Anyone else as obsessed as I am…??!! C’mon! Wel… at least try to sing along while you’re here…

alla ya’ll better wake up now
everyone’s a little late right now
keep it real, i’m a little high
how the fuck you gonna hate right now

remember my first single, chea, well it’s doing great right now
took a five hundred thou out the gate straight to the bank right now
shit is wicked in the city so i gotta semi in on the waste right now

everybody fuckikng with me and if you ain’t then you out of place right now

everybody ain’t real
everybody can’t be us
everybody stay losing
that makes us champions

i take that title
til they wave like that title

introducing me to billy jean
shit, i’ll take that michael

trynna bring that paper in, my paper thin like that that bible
god it’s heavy, we are stacking benjamins, til it’s that eiffel

i came, straight from, selling nickle bags
out my baby momma’s pad, just to get a meal
straight from putting similak, in the wallmart bag, tryinna make a steal

straight from burning one thosand, cd’s, with my name on it
i presented what the game wanted
and, mufucka we just trynna get a meal

now the shaker grad boy, signed to the bad boy
i ain’t gettin cheescake
no, this aint’ make another band homeboy

oh is that my bitch, god damn, she columbi-an, homeboy
every since i got some ands homeboy
haters trynna be my friends homeboy

pull up in a tour, bus, everbody know what’s, going on, in there
bathroom, all the pantys dropping lotta, pretty bitches, pretty long hair
imma talk, my shit, bitch i came in the game as the rookie of the year
Blake Griffin, Kyrie, Stoudemire—who you talking bout–amadestar amir

yeah and still a couple people gotta problem with up in hater magazine mean

fader magazine
tell the journal it’s cycle like’s in the second on my jeans
choke motherfucker chocke, none of my fans open up your fucking magazine
lucky i dont’ jermain come up in your office and blow up your fucking magazine

Charlemagne won’t like me
what’s his name wont’ fight me
i’m a hype individual, god damnit, hide these, hide me

maybe because I wasn’t a good kid, in a m.a.a.d city like, kendrick
i was just a little, bad mufucka, begging landlord to be a tennant

begin everyone to give my song a listen
trynna get out-the shitty job position
trynna get this 24 karot gold toilet coz didn’t have a pot to piss in
–you gone be alright–
but it’s okay, i’m still maintaining
na-na-na man fuck that


Machine Gunk Kelly (ft. Dub-O, Ray Jr, Tezo, JP, Pooh Gutta) – “Ratchet”

Here’s that dirty BIFC ratchet, courtesy of no one other than the EST click, including my favorite white boy lyricist Machine Gunk Kelly!

For those wanting to get down and dirty with the lingo, Urban Dictionary pretty much sums up the definition of the word Ratchet.

Ratchet Vide
Tasteful is not the word I would use to describe it… but gotta have it for ya’ll to see!


French Montana ft. Diddy, Machine Gun Kelly, Red Cafe & King Los – “Ocho Cinco”

Some of today’s Bad Boy label greats acting a fool and dropping some lyrics … great soundbites to start it off!

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