Bro i fw you hard. You and terror reid the ogs.

FOREST CITY
(w/ 6a6ayaga)
Mixed/Mastered by 6a6ayaga

https://m.soundcloud.com/6a6ayaga

https://www.instagram.com/thereal6a6ayaga/?hl=en


(prod. Netuh)
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[1031 RECORDS]
[MAGICK KULT]



lyrics

Grimm:

I dig the grave of these hoes 
Grimm with that work
Bitches surround they Cursed
Feeling my worst

Pulling up back 
All black in tha hearse
Magick kult with tha business 
Serving all these fucking bitches
Never give a fuck about that motherfucker 
Get my name up out ya mouth 
fore I have to blow ya cover
Buckshot to tha brain
Bad trip got me feeling insane
All black robe drag across tha floor
You can see the Sleeper creepin 
out tha corner of ya eye
Never gonna be testing the fuckin 
Power of tha kult
Bitch 

Cut em all down 
Let me rest in peace 
Cut em all down
All my enemies 


6a6ayaga:

Put em in the grave wit a flintlock 
Sippin on hemlock 
New ar got the m-lock 
Hit em wit a headshot 
Lay em on the bed rock 
Post a selfie on my insta wit a fucking Dead cop 
Dead ops red rum 
If they ask what happened  ima play dumb 
Say sum 
Motherfucker where you from 
If you fucking wit da gang got a 50 drum 
Say you fucking gang but u been a snake  since day 1 
Bleagh 
Pull up wit a mask on the face okay 
Hit em in his back and it break okay 
All these rappers talk shit they fake okay 
Police ask aint shit ima say okay 
Pull up wit a mask on the face okay 
Hit em in his back and it break okay 
All these rappers talk shit they fake okay 
Police ask aint shit ima say okay 
Keep all my treasures when im in the coffin 
Walk away from the battle just a  Dead man walkin
Speakin on my name just a dead man 
talkin 
I just pull my piece I just pull my skip all the tauntin 
Lay the body down and then im spittin on the coffin 
Never go alone 2 glocks when im walkin
Said he got a problem 2 glocks skip the Talkin
Takin all your gold and that pistol that you flauntin

Forest City

FOREST CITY w/ 6a6ayaga (prod. Netuh)

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Ded End

In The Pocket (feat. Saliva Grey)

LYRICS:

I’m so lazy 
I’m so tired 
can’t satisfy 
THIS desire
I’m so crazy
Im so wired 
Hopin THIS 
will expire

I’m so lazy 
I’m so tired 
can’t satisfy 
this desire
I’m so crazy
Im so wired 
Hopin THIS
will expire

Nature got a personality split.
It bares life 
But it’s also takes it 
Its almost like when
I try to stay positive 
Then the other part of me
Says to go kill a bitch
Suddenly people think addiction is a social media aesthetic 
I don’t get it
for me it’s been a life sentence  
Fuck it 
We grew up 
out the shit
Like we fungus 

Fuck all of this
I’m not here to impress 
Go ahead and grimace 
I dont make rap
I make sonnets
for my Mental Illness 
There’s 
A Demon in my mind 
Who am I?
I’m the delinquent motherfucka 
With the blood shot eyes
Stoned till I die
I’m a one man army 
I don’t need anybody 
My life’s been a tragedy and a comedy 
Wow its a Duality
Two step me 
Now you’re a dead body 

I’m so lazy 
I’m so tired 
can’t satisfy 
THIS desire
I’m so crazy
Im so wired 
Hopin THIS 
will expire

I’m so lazy 
I’m so tired 
can’t satisfy 
this desire
I’m so crazy
Im so wired 
Hopin THIS
will expire

physical pain is a cake walk 
If your loved one dies, 
Then y’all can no longer talk 
Lifes sick game of saying 
Ha get fucked 
Man grief is so fucked up
Only left with the memories 
of your loved one
My biggest pet peeve 
is the whole fuckin life thing
A lot of these humans
Should not be breathing 
IM A SIck FUCK
LIVING LIFE WITH NO FUCKS
Stoned to the bone 
I got issues 
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP?
I will really fuckin Kill you 
medulla oblongata
Drop a motherfucka
Now their gone just like my father 
SO MANY PEOPLE SCARED 
OF BEING MICROCHIPPED 
BITCH 
YOU ALL CARRY ONE 
When you text and shit 
Before the maggots take me whole
Just Know that I never sold my soul 
Cause I didn’t have one at all

I’m so lazy 
I’m so tired 
can’t satisfy 
THIS desire
I’m so crazy
Im so wired 
Hopin THIS 
will expire

I’m so lazy 
I’m so tired 
can’t satisfy 
this desire
I’m so crazy
Im so wired 
Hopin THIS
will expire

Delinquent [Prod. Bhasper]

Produced by Bhasper
Engineered by PRODJORDANJAY 

LYRICS:

I don’t know no nothing
about no crime 
Bitch I’m Hellen Keller 
All the fuckin time
Your questions are a waste of time

I don’t know no nothing
about no crime 
Bitch I’m Hellen Keller 
All the fuckin time
Your questions are a waste of time

I don’t know no nothing
about no crime 
Bitch I’m Hellen Keller 
All the fuckin time

Your way of life online
Is a work of fiction 
Too scared to drop 
Your actual location
So I’m weary about the 
people that I bring in
They might cross you
Just like a crucifixion 
If your loyalties contingent  
Then It isnt even existent 
Seen hella bodies 
Like a mortician 
 numb to this shit 
Like I’m bangin prescriptions 
I’m just glad 
I’ve been dodging prison
I remember being known
As the gringo magician 
Pour a 40 
Out for All the bad decisions 
I’ve became 
more diligent 


But I’ll kill a bitch 
The more the Marier 
Blood barrier 
Taking damage 
Getting high like 
An aircraft carrier 
choosin battles wisely 
Imma warrior 

I don’t know no nothing
about no crime 
Bitch I’m Hellen Keller 
All the fuckin time
Your questions are a waste of time

Fucking jit as fucks better put down the strap
And go back to playing with a Chinese finger trap
Hella youngins the type pull up to the hood 
for the snap 
Then tell all their suburban friends 
They almost got attacked 
People joke about bein in the trap 
Fuck a trap house whatcha know about a complex
 fuck you know about 
trap apartments 
Where even the landlord 
Makin coke investments 
I remember fighting my case 
With a public pretender
Coming in the court room 
From the opposite corner 
Used to slang dope off the wikr 
Stole a car 
Just For the skrilla 
So I can continue to be a Substance abuser
moving through life with prowess 
Tryna not get burned like my cannabis 

I don’t know no nothing
about no crime 
Bitch I’m Hellen Keller 
All the fuckin time
Your questions are a waste of time

Hellen Keller (Prod. Bhasper)

Breathe in, breathe out.
Forward, backward.
To live, to die.
Each arrow that flies
Meet in the middle and slice through
Aimlessly flying through the void

Thus I return to the source.

Gesshu Soko (1696).

JISEI

JISEI [prod. Undead Ronin]

THE GOOD DIE YOUNG[prod @skgotthesauce]

8corpses Lyrics:

Bitch
I’m a pothead
Till I dropdead 
I got highdeas 
Goin on in my head 
bag full dro
bag full doe 
If a bitch wanna beef 
Then I bag up that hoe


BLAZED OFF THE 
RAW CONE
KUSH HIT THE DOME
NOW IM MOTHAFUCKIN STONED
Sippin on a 40 while
 I wait for the next toke 
Push my face 
through the weed smoke 
wish this was the epilogue 
But it’s really just a monologue 
Logging words monolithically 
with my fervent tongue 
I do this for the old and young
Do it for homie
 who wanted to be hung
You never know what’s in the minds
Of others we walk among
admitting wrong 
Is The first step 
To humbling one 
Even if you don’t want to breath that phrase 
Out of your lung 
Got hella Weed smoke in my lungs
Hitting that top shelf outta the bong
My Lifes been shattered 
Scatter brain 
Brain scattered 
They said
I needa get it together 
My brain feels like pieces of glass 
Duct Taped together 
Hate feelin
under the weather
I’m insane
Insanely toakin 
on the reefer
Why the liquor taste better when your life is shittier 
Chronologically
Smoking chronic 
chronically 
Undoubtedly 
Trying to figure out 
What helps me 
Coming loose at the seams
Life isn’t always as it seems
Taking a brisk walk 
On this beat 
try to walk on me 
You will get
 briskly beat
Not here to deceive 
Imma step on any motherfucka
that try to test me
Feelin frisky 
Dont frisk me
Everything is risky
Risking my life with every
 sip of the whiskey 

Bitch
I’m a pothead
Till I dropdead 
I got highdeas 
Goin on in my head 
bag full dro
bag full doe 
If a bitch wanna beef 
Then I bag up that hoe

Bearded Legend:

Coming back from a mental block,
Gotta keep it all moving like the hands on a clock,
Better know your damn role, I ain't talking bout The Rock,
If you're smelling what I'm cooking, I'ma put you in a headlock,
If you really wanna know, I ain't getting bored,
Tell you 'bout my life, I ain't talking in a metaphor,
Lonely motherfucker like the Beatles singing Eleanor,
Getting what I wanna and you know I'm always getting more,
People telling me I'm crazy, maybe,
They won't ever get it 'cause them motherfuckers lazy,
Ain't no telling where the mind of this man goes,
Moving so fast like I'm playing on a banjo,
It's another nice dream, we awaken,
Looking all around, realize it's amazing,
You hating, all the while you're feeling complacent,
Shut the fuck up or have a date with the pavement,
Still gotta stay sane, I'm okay, otherwise I'm gonna turn into my own worst enemy,
Still gotta stay sane, it's okay, otherwise you're gonna turn into your own worst enemy

DERANGED (feat. Bearded Legend) [Prod. scaryplain]

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You can lead a horse  to water but  you can't make it drink
 It's swim  or sink
No escaping  battle  like the Red Sea
 Calm is simply  an illusion
Exigent  equanimity
Got a chaotic mind while  in the midst of calamity
There's not only war  going inside of me
Looking left and right
Prevalent catastrophe
Consciousness will cease
 Chapter 9  Ecclesiastes

Bestowed upon my head is a crown
Picked apart, stripped em all
From the souls i took down
Ridin' along on a white horse
spreadin' terror like a plague
Hail the dead i represent
3 crows 8corpses 4 demons lead the pack
Call me Pestilence
Menace to the lands
Fallen angels dance
To the beat of my drum
Summoning heathens from the sound of my hum
Dim wit
no shit this ain't no hymn
Your lives are lookin real grim

Famine
Wasted youth on smoking packs of dead men
The damage
Salvage the cells left of the brain matter soul getter
Open up the mist of the pale horse rides the horsemen bringing hunger grab a couple sacrifices
Rippin the skin and you leech off of the blood you ain't no saint
Wills have broken severity red lines salvation await
Sent by the highest power on to a land with no fate
Reapers arrived storming the fields no one's okay when then

Here I come descending from the clouds
Light green shroud hanging
Shriek as I surround
Hell bound sinners take a trip
Coming quick
Hades at my six
Better run away
When I got the fuckin' scythe equipped
Coming to clean up what is left here from an evil three
One quarter
Lost souls hanging in the trees
A pale horse
Bring forth
Three crows
A bloody corpse
Dinner time
And all you heathens are the main course

Four Horsemen

Four Horsemen Feat. 8corpses

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From The Gutter (Prod. by FATAL M)

Produced By BM11
Cover By BM11

https://open.spotify.com/album/5Og42d5aPrJSEzJ5pI2XF8?si=aSCXPNArTEu6DOybh3F3YA

Lyrics :
severe your soul from ya body 
probably
aint nobody
ever gonna stop me 
rowdy
whip out the spirit gun
this be my Tommy
i know you folding
no origami

i aint wanna summon all my demons
this
wasn't part of the agreement
please god 
tell me that im dreaming
why my spirit energy decreasing
look at my vitals
i dont think im breathing
creatures from another world
changing up my helix
molecules be running thru
darkening ma feelings
i dont wanna witness
all my bleeding hit the ceiling
who the fuck did u really think i was
came from the bottom
i came from the mud
never had anything
i dont show love
betrayal around me
i dont give out trust
(2x)
never had anything i dont show love
betrayal around me i dont give out trust
fuck what they saying about me
 i dont give a fuck anymore
stomping on anyone 
blocking my way to the throne
no game of thrones
i bring the storm
i know these fuckas
are talking on all of that dumb shit im hearing behind on my
back
if this is a race
i’m dom torreto
the kruegers my nitrous to leave all them pussies in last
i know you bustas are wack
woah
i know you bustas all cap
woah 
we know you really dont trap 
woah
try me ill pullout the strap 
fuck is you talking about
opps yeah we gun em down
playing for keeps
and yo hoes we gon fuck em now
i am the king of the underground
say my name twice
cuz i know that u love it now

BERNIEMACELEVEN - KOTUG (PROD. BM11)

bitch up on a pole, smack that ass just like a tether ball
slaughta, speed dial need a plug you know who to call
if you need some work let me know i bet i got it all
came a long way from bummin cigs and scrapin at the mall
r.i.p. city, PDX, i got 2 clips wit me and im comin for your necks

blowin through these checks and i do it with a smile
seen your ass wheezin when you try and run the mile
sea of chalk around me leave they bodies in a pile
bitch ill do the race, never see my ass on trial
2 clips and i got em ridin with me,
copped a new whip, do about buck 50
popped an adderal, n it got me feelin dizzy
bitch you say you got a man, well then where the fuck is he

got my engines revvin, bitch it sound just like a hemi, semi automatic pop out if i know they tryna hit,
bitch i wish a pussy would like my name was Timmy turner, there aint nothin fairly odd if i hit you with this burner uh

wassup wassup, get buck get buck, its a, stickup stickup, my choppa hiccup hiccup
run that shit back up, no need to act tough
im bout the shit that you cannot back up
i let my nuts drag, usin your merch as a cum rag,fuckin with me catch a toe tag, watchin you try and its so sad.

run it back, flip it and double and double the sack,
plottin on you when i run in the back 
fuckin with me an you catchin a tag

aint no time for talkin lil bitch, yeah we past that
all yall smokin boof my b.o. smell like some gass pack
yall some pussys on the low you put that shit on wax,
you aint catch no k, bitch dont play im finna bust back.

Speed Dial

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Hellen Keller (Prod. Bhasper)

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