[Prod.ELE]
Mix & Master [ELE]
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Pussy get knocked 
77 on the clock
People gettin shoot 
I hope they feel alot 
MA clique like the mob 
Never trust a cop 
Noones sober in the streets 
ELE spittin dirty beats 
Were out of your league 
Das weed ballert mies 
Just got released 
And I'm smoking the keef 
Never believe 
the voices they will leave 
Boy searching beef 
But your bitch call me chief

All the voices in my head ya they will never leave 
Got some bad memories ya they never leave 
She tells me she loves me, bitch you better be 
One shoot and you drop to infinity
You wanna be like me, you better pay the fee 
Makin History, with my closest g
Lived in misserie, ain't no mysterie
You should restart and grow mentally

(hook)
Newcomer in this buiss, ya I winged that shit
With ma homies in the crib, were into this
Shootin bars like a glock, ya I never miss
Killed six beers dude wait I need to piss 
bracket on the mic 
Gotcho bitch by my side 
Rappers gonna hide 
When i pull up to a fight

People started talkin
This shit finally workin
Never gave a fuck 
Yall people fuckin stuck 
Never gave fuck.. 
(Never gave a fuck) 
Never broke my will
Yall people need to chill
Cause I need that fuckin drill
It helps me to fullfill
my way to some happyness
Put alot of sweat in this 
Better kiss my fuckin fist 
I don't  what date it is 
Cause time is moving fast

(hook)

Voices [Prod.ELE]

DIE$LOW 2 (prod. ESTHETIC GLOOM)

LYRICS:

Till the day my brain goes kaput 
I stay an open book 
tryna be creative 
Like prison ink 
out of soot
It’s not advised to dive into 
every nook
But the looky loo 
Can’t help but eagerly 
take a look 
We try to build comfort
 around all this chaos 
Rather than facing the chaos 
and finding comfort 
in one way or another 
People always want a filter
And not face the truth 
one way or another 
This mayhem
 that dwells between my ears
Is home to
 insanity 
I always hear 
That chatter is a constant reminder 
That one day
I will disappear 
Death is around the corner 
So why cut your life shorter 
A lot of us are
master manipulators
Masking our behavior
So good 
Even to self
we became liars
basically tryna 
put out the fire
By throwing a lighter 
Telling each other
That was water

I’m tired of seeing my people die
It’s sad when the only thing 
That’s keeping you alive
is also the thing destroying your life
Sometimes there’s thing 
you can’t rectify 

Not anodyne 
Ecclesiastes 9:5
Quintessential 
example why I dont ever want to work a nine to five
Went from seeing stars 
in the sky
To stars on the ceiling 
from inmates
 sharpening makeshift knives
made it out of that alive
I’m living proof 
That something 
can come from nothing 
What is stopping you 
So many precarious factors 
Man it’s treacherous 
Honestly im speechless 
Naivety It’s ubiquitous 
If I said I wasn’t ignorant 
That would be ridiculous 
I would be a hypocrite 
So many things can take us out 
So why spend 
times 
short amount 
Drowning yourself 
in self doubt 
For me Sunday’s turned to some days 
And some days turned to everyday 
 now everyday turned to any hour 
Now I’m stuck here
Ascertaining whether I have
Willpower 
This mental illness 
Man 
It loves to devour
But the last thing I should do 
Is give in and cower 
Hopefully
 it will blow over
seen so many cadavers 
That’s it’s done a number 

I will take you out of my life
Quicker than a Freeloader
dissecting a vehicle 
Of its catalytic converter
Nothing to confess 
Not observing Yom Kippur
These youngins nowadays 
Trigger happy with the chopper
But chasing dreams
They’re reluctant as a shooter 
Hesitant to shoot their shot 
To make their life better 
Gotta Break through
that wall Like the 
Byzantine Empire 
Do what you 
Want before You expire 

ONCE YOURE AN ADDICT 
ALWAYS AN ADDICT 
JUST LIKE A SCHIZOPHRENIC 
Hearing chatter 
In their attic 
YOU’LL ALWAYS 
THINK ABOUT IT 
Like Newton’s third law 
That would be 
the grave you dug in 
Sobriety ain’t no cure 
It’s just another habit 
of abstaining yourself 
As an addict
Chronic got me
coughing from the smoke
if the smoke 
Is why I end up in a coffin
I’m not carin like some Karens 
Made so many idiotic decisions

Make sure you’re headed 
In the right direction 
Or your head might 
become a stain
At the intersection 
like a Jackson Pollock
In a exhibition 
Are you really livin the life
You wanna to be livin

I can get caught up
In the shoulda coulda wouldas
Maze in my head 
Got me got me hopping 
mantra to mantra 
most beautiful things in this era 
Can be toxic like a poinsettia

Maze [Prod. CUB$]

Lyrics:

Typically not typical 
Unequivocal 
lyrical miracle 
operate on a whole different interval 
These bars that I spit are not satirical 
This mental Illness isn’t just seasonal 
unmanageable 
bargain with myself 
This will be the last time 
But then I end up saying
That the 4th or 5th time i almost died 
Used to
use as a means of hedonism
Turned to a coping mechanism 
It used to be fun 
but now it’s just escapism   

avoiding traumas terrorism 
Like getting flashbacks of him suffocating 
from a pulmonary embolism 
Filled with more 
dope then optimism 
Filled with more Criticism 
Then 
Gnosticism 
Seeking equilibrium 
Trying to know thyself like solipsism 


So much ism 
In the system
Hodgepodge of thoughts 
Engulf me 
Tryna figure out my niche 
And REMEDY 
The monster that dwells inside of me 

Things will never be 
like 
How they used to be
But then again what is reality 
Life is a losing game 
with intervals of victory 
Life can get confusing 
like learning the the calliope
Spittin these lyrics 
Like a baseball player
with sunflower seeds

ISM (Prod. BAMBOON)

GODFLY (PROD. MAJZKLUANI)

MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/dFQMV5TYlLU?si=QcFZw12fLZjWa-yf

OFF DA HINGES (PROD. BOONE)

vCherrysoho: (DEPRESSIONS BITCH)

My visions been livid
I’m gripping 45 cause 
I want to see the glamor

Oh jester im the manifesta
Pray to them who feel me
I’ve been the capsule
I’ll let them deities enter me

Sold my soul for nothing
For Fava Beans and a nice Chianti

Slurpin fuckboys brains
Lobotomize your thoughts
Its for the best

Better or for worse
Gaurentee one day I will never wake up

Jiggle me up out my sleep
Jiggle me all you want
And I wont respond 

Fuck all da money
Fuck all da egos
I need none
Come kill me now

I can take the pain
Just don’t fuck me over
Fuck you thinking
Fuck a manefesting

My eyes, they starting to sink in
Ive become depression’s bitch
 
My eyes they starting to see shit
Ive become depression’s bitch 

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vLucifers: (DEPRESSIONS BITCH)

You know its the no gun slanging
Mad man
Wit a dick longer than a rula 
Ice on my neck ski on my hip
Ima camel
No water
Been fucking on ya daughter for awhile
Feel my dick it’s a gun 
Sit on my shit 
Become one with my gun
Put the fucking crack to my nose
Sniff that shit 
And then I feel fucking bliss 
Make a bond like chemicals

Pull up everyday 
Pull up on a motherfucker 
Shooting out the k 

Hating everyday 
Fuck a bitch I do this everyday 

Found a way to fuck up all my days 
Need achange my ways 

Waiting everyday 
Calling to the reaper for my soul to take 
What a worthless fate 

Waiting everyday 
What’s the motherfuckin date 
Got not time to wait 
Got the play 
Till the day 
Till the fucking day

Put the, the fucking gun to
My fucking temple

I put that, I put that, I put that 
Gun to my fucking temple

Depression’s Bitch

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PURPLE POTION

[Verse]
Red alert the demon's rising from the hidden hell
Hollow on the bloodlust why is metal in the smell?
Mercury is runnin through my veins, I'm shifting lanes and shells
Turning inside out I'm like the thing without his cheap-ass kills 
Shapeshifter, rage quitter - I'm the fuckin cage kicka
Break out of prison with all of the massive dun ice mage trickas
Yeah
Chantry's pissed but we are taking off
Breaking through our chains we are like django with the glock
Cop yo top
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Im the kingpin jin want manicure
Start the engine and then pan the air it's in your hur
Breeze fucking sneeze gotchya with your geez cautchya with your sleeze
And we're marchin for the trap we want the cheese
Crunchin numbers and the fact for fuckin lease
Sell my soul to the devil and eject the last release 
Ready to drop you in the fuckin hell gonna burn you like a tease
Ash tray sizzle whip I'm branding both your kneeze
Ink blots in your clots internal tattoos with the bleed 
Turning into angel who will eat my enemies 
Flying to the peak this eagle hunting mana keys
Looking for the answers that will bring back dire peace
uh

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