TheGreatSage

Lyrics: And I tag in, I get packin, then we move out You caught lackin, I make them stacks From these hits, like Wick, dressed in black Don't light this maverick, you can’t hold me back I swoop down like eagle, on that green like a quarterback And tackle people, put down your dogs like Vick Inch closer you gettin' blown back Speak up bitch, I can tell you more than mad

"On Top" by "The Great Sage" Produced, Mixed, Mastered, Written, and Recorded by "The Great Sage" Lyrics: (Hook) Always on top, always on top (ay) Always on top, yea back with some new shit Always on top, Always on top b!tch Always on top, no we never never gonna fall (no) Always on top yea we back on some flip shit Always on top no we never gonna miss b!tch Always on top, always on top Yea we on top, always on top, on top-top of shit (Verse 1) Guess what Sage still give no fucks (zero!) Age seventeen, sample hits I go nuts, ready to spray shit Ready to blow guts, ready to break shit (pew pew) Ready for my new shit, hear thanks for the patients Wait now cut the track My source tells me your wack See yah later, my pen be my saber Rip out your vocal cords with the force like Vader Cause i'm your father, with the light sword to slaughter You not a threat, I souter bars to set the bar that you haven’t met I lay waste to beats, I ain’t never sounding like a basic b!tch You a basic threat, just face it b!tch, you a basic threat (Hook) Always on top, always on top (ay) Always on top, yea back with some new shit Always on top, Always on top b!tch Always on top, no we never never gonna fall (no) Always on top yea we back on some flip shit Always on top no we never gonna miss b!tch Always on top, always on top Yea we on top, always on top, on top-top of shit (Bridge) Run away, I'm runnin' like one way One place, I keep it going yea Run away, I'm runnin' like one way One place, forward march, I'm not done playin' (Verse 2) Done spraying I'm the one to call in if you want the guns blazin' Fuck funds, I make this shit myself Producer, artist, any role that's not taken Who's the hardest, you? You must be mistaken Case in study shows I'm the hardest in the booth They call in the best, they look to you like “not you sir” I'm the chosen one I come through We run different suits, you in the club With yo diamonds, I do this in spades And gain hearts while not trying (cards) And you don’t understand how complicated my schemes are (yea) You stuck in the present I look ahead, you don’t see far I go retared to just literally a retard (ha canceled) (Hook) Always on top, always on top (ay) Always on top, yea back with some new shit Always on top, Always on top b!tch Always on top, no we never never gonna fall (no) Always on top yea we back on some flip shit Always on top no we never gonna miss b!tch Always on top, always on top Yea we on top, always on top, on top-top of shit (one more time) Always on top, always on top (ay) Always on top, yea back with some new shit Always on top, Always on top b!tch Always on top, no we never never gonna fall (no) Always on top yea we back on some flip shit Always on top no we never gonna miss b!tch Always on top, always on top Yea we on top, always on top, on top-top of shit

Wake Up (Remix) by "The Great Sage" Written, and Recorded by "The Great Sage" Logic - Wake Up (Original Song): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfZJ6wgWBd0 Lyrics: (Verse) Open my eyes as I wake up Happy for a new day to go and get my bank up While you laid up, I may go and make another banger Say what, I said ima go go go and make a banger Once I'm ahead they gon be like wait up Tons in my head, lay it on the beat, makeup Runin this game I’m just in my beta (just wait) Inside and outside both look like an Alpha Now what I’m planin my route for my future They callin in the best they turn to me and say you to sir If I put in my all no I can’t fall, no I cant’ lose sh!t Pick up my pen as my weapon, and I step in and I get to the lesson No less than the best I just lose it, I'm blastin all through the acoustics Im comin in ruthless with my material yea i’m unbeatable Try to shoot this I just gon Aikido it, dodging and weavin it Hands tied and now it even I’m at em With apples takin em back apples with Atom I’m evein it now (yea yea) You takein intermissions, I don’t take no brakes I'm always in a mission no pain no game (facts) Makin my moves checkmate, “no way” You ain't seen nothin quite like this no way Then you make something just like this, Coldplay Im startin to levitate, let em hate You can still tell that they blown away Once im on the ground they gone like, like Rosé I'm no poser, I don’t roleplay My role is the jack of the all trades My brian just super sonic, you don’t got it Even if you implanted a chip in yo brain and became Robotinic (ha ha) Brake down the flow, I fo sho got this (yea) Catch the word play with the comets (uh) Contents like a nuclear bomb is (damn!) I’m tossin and turnin in my bed With these bars in my head I ain’t get no sleep cause im makin them beats Tryna get that bread yea (yea yea) Open my eyes as I wake up Open my eyes as I wake up Open my eyes Open my eyes Open my eyes as I wake up Happy for a new day to go and get my bank up

Written and Produced by "The Great Sage" Lyrics: (Intro) “Yo what the f*ck is this This ain’t your style” “Ay yo yo yo!” (Hook) Me myself and I that it, that makes up the f*ckin crew Pullin out the glocks, we cock em back, then we f*ckin shoot Wachu gonna do? We comin through, we out here making moves Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna gonna… Me myself and I that it, that makes up the f*ckin clique Pulling out the pins, lob it far, then we blow this sh!t Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna do Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna gonna… (Verse 1) Now we bustin in and blast this sh!t through your f*ckin town Speakers up so loud we finna bust em, but its for the crowd Gettin all that paper that's the mission, yea its going down Tonight, diamond hist, look here comes the hounds They just pins and I knock em out Then reload, duckin down, sirens blaring time to get out, got the prize dodgin bullets side to side way to easy Here we go my flow like Fiji Bust the window, not discreetly Bitch you think you could beat me Like what the f*ck? (Hook) Me myself and I that it, that makes up the f*ckin crew Pullin out the glocks, we cock em back, then we f*ckin shoot Wachu gonna do? We comin through, we out here making moves Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna gonna… Me myself and I that it, that makes up the f*ckin clique Pulling out the pins, lob it far, then we blow this sh!t Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna do Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna gonna… (Verse 2) Huntin for the beat then said “F*ck it! I’ll make it myself” lookin at these rappers cappin still can't compete with my f*ckin sound I use this music just to flex That's the diamond I got away with Now I'm hypin up this beat This a certified banger bet Makin figure eights around the comp Want to race alright bet ready set Go, even off the top I’ll drop your f*ckin best Wonder how I'm this versatile, here's a hint I’m the f*ckin sh!t (Hook) Me myself and I that it, that makes up the f*ckin crew Pullin out the glocks, we cock em back, then we f*ckin shoot Wachu gonna do? We comin through, we out here making moves Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna gonna… Me myself and I that it, that makes up the f*ckin clique Pulling out the pins, lob it far, then we blow this sh!t Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna do Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna gonna…

The Rap Fiend by "The Great Sage" Produced, Mixed, Mastered, Written, and Recorded by "The Great Sage" Lyrics: (Hook) You can’t pass me Im everlasting, so hand the crown to the t-to the rap fiend You can't pass me Given yah nightmares from my past schemes Yeah yah can’t get past me Im everlasting, hands down i'm the rap fiend You can’t get past me Given yah nightmares from my past schemes Yah from my past schemes, yea yea yea yea, yah cant past me (Verse 1) My schemes been our dividing screen yea I facetime Now it seems the cops hit my cell, cause I took the pen out my waste line I never waste lines, when I write I use everything I got I never waste time bringing destruction To anyone who ought to face off, Ill punch in and off they head I'm hard like the Rock, I got the drive and power you just scissors playin with other scissors waitin to get smashed like a goomba Now i'm louder, yea I stand out yah Can’t devour, yea ill sure send yah Off the tower, yea I will end yah All so just cower, also bow Or I’ll sow yah up and show yah downward ill one up yah as a plumber, (told yah) send yah to lava like yah Browser I'm gettin in this club with yah spikes, put in a pound to out yah (clubs?, spikes?, pound to out yah?) (Hook) You can’t pass me Im everlasting, so hand the crown to the t-to the rap fiend You can't pass me Given yah nightmares from my past schemes Yeah yah can’t get past me Im everlasting, hands down i'm the rap fiend You can’t get past me Given yah nightmares from my past schemes Yah from my past schemes, yea yea yea yea, yah cant past me (Verse 2) I’m steppin on stage I put the peace out I'm just sicker, go figure makin em peace out Like they quitting their cigarettes I'm lighting up the FN-Scar, like a top g bringin the chaos, yah can't stop me Make yah disappear, Darth Vader v. Kenobi Chew em out then up, blood swishin like Kobe I'm a future G.O.A.T. no rodent get them diamonds on the belt lookin like that pony But I'm already a lyrical rarity, step to me and get put to rest I’ll best your best hand, royal flush like when I take a shit On the competition, I'm the wight knight of the game But you taking the “L” on the first move (“Check Mate!”) (“What How?”) Cause you only think straight, I call you a rook (Ha Ha Rookie!) While my mind like a queen, all over the place Contemplating your next move, so look (I’m!) Comin in with the hook, getting cooked If I get my foot in the door then better book it Like a flight, yea yah private jets get you high But not as high as my lines, not talkin coke But I pop yah, I'm out of pocket, I cock it and gettin soaked in yah blood, while you in the mud and Seeing light like bud or buzz, I get a buzz From this like killer bees getting honey Why cause I find the bars that click, stick Pow tongue twisters hopin round, like Bugs Bunny no hare Like fuzzy wuzzy the bear, spaceship I cominder In steer to the place you should veer away from Like James im ballin in this space jam dunkin like doughnuts, doin doughnuts (Skirr!) Around my competition, call em’ Saturn (sad earn?) Cause they cryin while on they on fire From my friction, my diction every syllable yea i'm hittin Yah quitin, im quintessential, not talkin typical, I'm perfectly spitting

Remix of Armani White's "Billie Eilish" Original Song - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vYOwhll1fs Lyrics: (Hook - Armani White) B!tch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, run that sh!t back, B!tch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, f*ck a first-class, I'm the pilot (Verse - The Great Sage) Flyin through the sky like I'm Isis Crash into your tower, wit my Glock through your iris Now you where an eye patch like you were a pirate But I play jack, you just do jack sh!t, I Forever last in the in the ring like a diamond You a ring pop, I be bightin Bling bling I shine the brightest names the great sage let me enlighten the game With my knowledge, f*ck a college degree I'm in high school and still diss your whole team I vary my flows, to show I know how to barry a beat I'm on and off the scene, when I'm knocking out foes Faster than codeine, binary (get it?) It's one to zero, like Sitoma I'm the one punch hero (PUNCH LINES!) I'm never below, always overhead like a free through Swish through the net, I just let my steam go (Bridge - Both) B!tch I’m Stylish Glock tucked Big T-Shirt like Billie Eilish Propped Up, F*ckin It From The Back On A Island Heard he talking crazy bout my name, now it’s silent Mile High, Run That Sh!t Back (Hook - Armani White) B!tch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, run that sh!t back, b!tch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, f*ck a first-class, I'm the pilot

Remix of Logic's "Tetris" Written by "The Great Sage"

Written, Recorded, Mix, Mastered, and Produced by "The Great Sage"