Thief Class​!​!​!​!​!​!

by Lockes

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All good thieves must come to an end. This is an end of an era. After 5 mixtapes of the Thief genre, fighting the mysteries of the world and trying to get the love and income deserved unto him, one of the state of Texas's most creative rappers must move on. The freestyles are stronger than ever, but the hunt for treasure is drawing to a close. Times are changing and maybe this Thief can leave this system without a scratch on him (and maybe even a stack on him). Good night.

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released August 8, 2016

Orange Hehven Industries and DJ Dream Productions

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Lockes Dallas, Texas

Lockes Thadern is a special kind of entertainer. He isn't driven by the same old drivel. His mind is expanded as well as his rhymes. He uses eccentric type styles with smooth delivery and speeds similar to OutKast mixed with E-40. His instrumentals and songs are never the same more than once. There IS a song for everyone. Check out one (or all) of his many projects here! ... more

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Track Name: Spider-Web
No white tube socking
Ankles knock ya off them
Weed emblemed superhero
While y'all dress crossing
Never baller blocking
Talk shit and I'll be glocking
Either that or blackjackin
Pick pockets now I'm robbing
Always shot calling
Murder talking makes coffin
Walk cross the planet
Call your girl my damn darling
She got me so hard and
Drilloil now I got it
New CD you better cop it
New me you can't stop it

Chillin in the club bra
Feeling on ya girl's dubs
Ds in my face, she thinks I that I love her
Eyes of a hustler
My eyes on the hustle
People can't catch up, hardly hold mustard
Shittin on you peons
Pass the grey Pupon
Your girl takes the foot long
Your girl hates your hotdog
Your girl tastes my sausage
Your girl makes my sauce, dog
Hit that pussy harder than ya boy Peter Parker

My shadow don't cross me
Get off my fucking property
Too tough for dumb bustas
Beat up that punk, Slugga
You punks are cock suckas
New skunk for pot huffas
So hard my Dick is made of adimantium
Too cold for most hoes
Those hoes suck Lo slow
Don't blow hard it's like dro
And dabs ya know?
You know you gon choke
So don't try to deep throat
I don't know CPR, God rest ya soul


Chillin in the club bra
Feeling on ya girl's dubs
Ds in my face, she thinks I love her
Eyes of a hustler
My eyes on the hustle
People can't catch up, hardly hold mustard
Shittin on you peons
Pass the grey Pupon
Your girl takes the footlong
Your girl hates your hotdog
Your girl tastes my sausage
Your girl makes my sauce dog
Hit that pussy harder than ya boy Peter Parker

She wants my Mary Jane
Why tha fuck you thank she came, mang
Oh that and my name, slang and my dick swang
Beat gets it ass spanked
Weak wannabes get shanked
Betty wants to come bake
Crocker wants the damn cake
Leslie wants to come date
And all y'all wanna hate
Open up the crate; pop the trunk; ruin fates
Don't mess with Dream, D.Dog or ya boy Dave
Don't stress Jaime or P.Lockes will come rage
Do give me what I demand which is dollars and dames
Green, gold, and grams grant a g to a gentleman
Grace, guns, and glory, that's the end of the story
Four flying fiends forever fear me for over forty



Chillin in the club bra
Feeling on ya girl's dubs
Ds in my face, she thinks I love her
Eyes of a hustler
My eyes on the hustle
People can't catch up, hardly hold mustard
Shittin on you peons
Pass the grey Pupon
Your girl takes the foot long
Your girl hates your hotdog
Your girl tastes my sausage
Your girl makes my sauce, dog
Hit that pussy harder than ya boy Peter Parker
Track Name: Herb Topic
Verse 1 - Lockes
Waiting by my girl’s work, she about to come out
Later on I’m going to make that goddamn booty bounce
Waiting by my girl’s work, she about to come out
Later on I’m going to make that goddamn booty bounce
Can’t wait till she quits this job, straight up walks out
Ready to leave the south, she knows what I’m talkin about
We bout, to roll out, grow Herb Product, whatchamacallits
I won’t have to rob, pick pockets and wrist watches
We watching the clock, the time zone and the law about the Herb Topic
Is alright here, alright now, who wants it?

(ChorusX2)

Chorus
I can’t wait to make great smoke
No matter where we go we won’t worry about no po-po
Maybeoneday they’ll even free my cuzzo Dough Dough
No matter what though, you juss don go broke, you juss don go broke

Verse 2 - Lockes
Waiting by my girl’s work, she about to come out
Later on I’m going to knock that goddamn pussy out
Such a damn shame, my name, don got no damn clout
But that same name, can get change in all the other routes
Tryna clean it up, get clean stuff, for me and huh
Life is tense, we need the best so we can ease our freakin nerves
Life is stressed, life needs sex, life needs sess, keff and herb
Intelligence and wealth will stretch when we are through with this freaking earth

Chorus X2

Verse 3 - Lockes
Sitting by my girl's side, she's about to wake up
Let's mix this cake up, wake up and bake up
Gotta get the grind on, she slepts soundly
Smoke so much weed we can't even remember what's around we
Now we, out of the town deep, in the heart of a northwest city
No nitty gritty, getting infinity chips with this green
Seriously this state is a state right next to we
So I don't see why Texas is trying to stress a G

Chorus X2

Outro
I can’t wait to make great smooooooookkkeee
Depending on where we gooooooooooo po poooooo ohhh ohhhh
Oooooooo oooohhh ohhhhhh oh ooohhhhh ohhhhh oh oohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh
Track Name: (Bonus) Return To The Elements 2016
GOD cursed my soul
Lockes accidently created himself a DomynLo
Doppleganger Lo for those thawt don't know
Been rapping in my sleep since 2004
So what? We were bad as kids
We were bad ass kids
Kicking shit right outta ya whack ass, kid
That's what that is

And we haven't even gotten to the bad ass shit
Too many people wanna be demonized
Don't realize there is too much to that life
2x2 doesn't really equal five
Unless you converting in different nations or talking that jive
Hip-Hop isn't really dead, but it isn't alive
It's the walking dead but they like walter white
Live your life that's fine but don't mess with mine {Or my dime}
Or I will show you which crimes I actually devise
Even to my own surprise, I really ended up learning how to control that fire
Flow like water and leave you spinning in your room
But I haven't used the Elements since that time I went live
My songs are getting long but people love what I write
And freestyle {Off the dome!} and it's gonna be 5 years?
Oh my god, it's really been five {But I'm fine}
Track Name: G.A.H
Yeah...this is for all the hoeeeeessss....

Garbage Ass Hoe, Garbage-Garbage Ass Hoe (x4)
(See) Garbage Ass Hoe (x4)

Verse 1
A Garbage Ass Hoe is a fixer upper
If you don't fix her then you fuck her
You better do that otherwise she leave ya
Have you fiending like a demon that thinks he loves her
Amd if she even decides to come back
Then you'll be looking kinda like a trick
Don't talk shit, though, kinda like a trap
And a rat can't survive when he caught up in that (shiiit)
Pricks, and tricks are getting famous
Yeah they got it but they farted like anus
Money they making sent straight into
The panties of a girl he's not even banging
There are so many cats up in this world
That have no way of controlling those girls
Shout out to my Big Bro Sancho
Hailing from the city of Checcahoeee
Pimps that pump up more chicks than fake tits
Take hits from bong rips, make his get him grips
It isn't what you thought, it is what it is
If a hoe don't suck dick or make money, dismissed
My favorite chicks are the kinds that get tricks
To take his shit and make his money flip
Doing summersaults cause she's super fine
Stack it up a few times now we done with it

Chorus

Verse 2
My brother Link, told me, one thing
No matter what Lo, make your cheese
And when it comes to those H-O-Es
...make sure you control those V
I-B-Es, don't get caught, do the opposite of stupid
Be so smart, the whole world wants you to do your part
Paint these words out, make your art
Put the girls on the block and sell it
If they don't it's kinda lika felony
Why they breaking your rules, taking your tools?
That shit is serious to me
Dumb ass, clumsy ass, stupid ass hoes
Grubs for cash, wasting time with stories that's already been told
They make you feel like dumb shit
If I can't get them to properly function or even come close to listening to me
Then you gotta light a fire under their ass hotter than the third degree
Put them on the street team, floating out doves, make sure their Sure like a good Degree
But that's after they wash their ass cause I can't have my hoes smelling like feces

Chorus
Track Name: A.H.
'Walk into the boomboomroom make the girls and tunes go (ah)
Make them all go (oooo) make them all go (ah)

A bad ass girl don't need no fixing
Stays independent only needs Lo dicking
Even if I fuck up with the freestyle
She puts on her gear and starts to fixing (Shit)
Now I'm the one who's a fixer upper
If you claim you better you better be better at fucking her
I love the girls with the pretty ass eyes that know how to COOK better than their mothers
Not to mention the fact, they got fat asses know to grow them stacks
And my duck, she brings bud, roll it up, smell like skunk
We be smellin cause we burning hotter then Hell and still angelic
Shit they sellin, be bringing people down low cause its too heavy and
Not to mention the fact, that all of their crap is the shredder when in comes to cheddar, the stuff I got is getting cheaper as it gets heavier
But it's whatever (I be balling) cause Mr Lo got the slow rollin calling every girl whose been in his world and wanted to rock it the Lockeness Monster will be walkin in

This mothafuckin boomboomroom make the girls in tune say (ah)
Make them all say oooo make them all say (ah)

.......Wait, what oh yes! I was just having sex I was freestyling off the top of the head while she licking the top of the head, my favorite part about sex, the complete opposite of what they expect.
Not to mention the fact, that I mostly want you to take it from back
You already know where I'm going with this one, hun
I'm just about ready to break it in half.
I wish I was getting some road head but my go just rolled in the place where she's supposed to have been getting her checks and keeping her focused
I'm a professional driver and a professional rider so I need a different spot for this just saying
I think I'll get a low star rating if I even make a droplet of the wrong type of stain.
And when it comes with the other boos. I need you to get back in that tune
We'll rep big D, get them fiends to give us the cheese and the green and the things to make good food

Walk into the boomboomroom make the girls in tune say ah
Make them all say ooooo make them all say ahhhh

Honestly I want to be tag teamed by hoes
Sell records with my dick that shit when gold
But I'm 30 rollin and going to be going to be changing up the weather get ready for some cold shit. No
I don't make that shit rain
I am telling you something actually important
And it seems so insane that I'm controlling your brain from a dope ass mic recording
Either way they love that crap, shaking their titties shaking their ass, ready to work that goddamn monkey fuh the mu thu fuckin cash grab cash grab cash grab
Cause the whole world just move like that. Can't win if you always trying to play two jacks
Queens or better. Make them go high, low, then they roll slide down my pole
Go like ah, I love in when they sigh, they love my freestyle. Nobody got this much style as me I got enough girls that wanna suck this D
Can one girl save me? Please. But maybe. So hey he's
Chilling with his girl. Well actually she's asleep she actually got to celebrate Cinco De Mayo
While I'm twisting these words hope someone like it so much they'd pay (dough...)
Track Name: Funkadelic Freestyle 67
It's a freestyle!
Track Name: Nightmares
(Magno)
I have nightmares, and they just might stare
Burning holes in my soul so I'll adjust my stare
Demons beside him tryna fuck up my lare
Fight em like Sameson won't cut my hair
Super charged, straight stupid is y'all
Think you gonna come off (clean) against my ruthless charge
Better move quick like a boosted car
I'mma stop dreaming, they are useless dooooggg
DJ Dream makes beats to move y'all
Lockes Thadern Thief brings heat to cook y'all
Physical beings get roast (I ain't afraid of no ghost)
I ain't afraid to just boast
Bust off hard and make you frauds toast
Wake up smart and make butter spread
Cut you in parts, about three or four
Pass you around to my children (eatting)
School lunches but don't gain no weight
Because you lightweights ain't filling (leaving)
Crumbling second you participate

(DomynLo)
I ain't afraid of no ghost (Physical beings get roast)
I ain-I ain't afraid to just boast (Nightmares never cross Lo)
I ain-I ain't afraid of no ghost...I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost (Nightmares never cross Lo)

(Lockes)
All day I smoke weed...only way I'll go to sleep
Creeps try to invade my dreams
With their stupid dumb ass schemes
Try to re-write my rhyme style
Try to stop the hustle, it's gonna be a while
(Seems like forever is a mighty long time)
They'll decifer it in 2099
Lucifier likes my shit, and I don't know why
He's still trying to take my soul
But he never gets to come close
I don't trust the God of this world
I barely trust our own
Nightmare is living down here in Hell
But it still doesn't make me warm
Physical beings get roast...I ain't afraid of no ghost
Holy or unholy, my only homie is my toast
Don't need no fucking host, that kinda looks like a polt-
ergeist, so like I said one time I'mma get high you creeps better stay the fuck
out my life

Chorus

(HypNo)
Let me take one hit of this dro
Let these people know that Mr. Lo
Won't let no foes make his life ridiculous
No matter what they think they know
Everything has already been told
I got something called Demon O
The combination of all my thoughts
Somehow I still get to keep control
Thanked GOD though I said I'd not
Because without him I wouldn't go
To the lengths I go to to increase my gold
Always carese and never hurt no hoes
Always the best and never worked so-(so)-so
Down to the bone, but do it like I'm supposed
Will never lose my hope
Even after I give up my own damn (ghost)

Chorus (x2)

(KO KhaOs)
Fuck them busters, I bust Rhymes like Buster
Might as well end a battle by fucking your mother
You in deep trouble like Barney Ruble
And other stupid ass metaphors
I'd kill my enemies if I had a license for it
I bring them nightmares for trying to try me for it
I like my life and my life is important
So bring that horeshit and you'll see the goregous
Gates of heaven before you get sent to burning
Hellish demons for fucking with yours tru
ly, fools silly, they don want to listen to more of it
When the words they work are really worthless
I kick ass, flawless or perfect
Fatality demons you bastards deserve it
Not a parking lot, sidewalk, street or curb hit
Everybody listens but they don't see the words yet
In fact, I doubt the pricks even heard it
I'd be a pimp in this freaking world if
I didn't have a girlfriend, she keeps me earthy
These mothafuckas don't see how deep the earth is
Until their six feet deep creeps eat that dirt bitch
Until their six feet deep creeps eat that dirt bitch
Until their six feet deep creeps eat that dirt bitch
Until their six feet deep creeps eat that dirt bitch

Chrous X2

(Interlude)
There was this time someone said all my bars aren't equal in length...
I was like, I don't give a fllllyyyyinnng fuck
Mothafuckers still trying to have structure in an unstructured world
They still don't even understand my words
Pieces of shit are still getting on my nerves
Just mad cause they my rhymes striaght they swerve. (OOOOhhh)

Nightmares never cross Lo...Nightmares never cross Lo
Track Name: (Disappear) Spider-Web 2
(Lyrics coming soon)