always dropping heat 🔥😤 ...keep.it.up G 🎱☠

this is heat bro and needs to be known not gate kept

Production by @threeordie
Engineered by @prodjordanjay

LYRICS:

Life loves to turn you to a bitch and fornicate 
Addiction is a disease you can never satiate 
knowingly 
makin yourself sicker 
Poppin pills 
And chasin it with liquor 
Never seen someone with the flu 
Askin for a higher fever 
kids filming themselves OD
It’s literal insanity 
Losing all control of reality 
Lying to your own psyche 
In your own voice 
Telling you 
this is the right choice 


￼They telling me to smile 
But I don’t know happiness 
All I know is narcotics
So now I’m just lethargic 
One would think 
Dope would make me feel copacetic 
But I’m addicted 
and I can’t stop it
Shit is a menace
All my life I’ve had 
a morbid conscience 
Flashback to Scenarios
 from my adolescence 
Addiction talks to me
in my own cadence 
Like my brain fell victim
to a parasitic sadist

overdose [Prod. 3OD]

Weed, Titties & Satan

Overdrive ft Sinizter (prod by Gerah)

you past tense this right now

https://soundcloud.com/markveins
mixed and mastered @ Thornwall Studios

One Down

Spotify

SNXP - ONE DOWN (Prod. by Mark Veins)

Produced by Bhasper 
Engineering by ProdJordanJay

Lyrics:

This dope that i smoke 
Leave you faded to the bone 
Outta zone
all alone
I got sins you can’t atone
been on my own
even when i wasn’t grown
Fuck a loan
I own everything 
that i own 
fuck a throne
Just tryna get blown
and Be 
A better unknown
motherfuckas glued to their phone 
They wouldn’t know a good time
even if it was shown

It’s already been established 
That I got mental issues
Stress will age you
My thoughts
Never have a curfew  
These drugs 
Can and will destroy you 
Paranoid 
My mental illness 
Ain’t your costume 
You’d kill yourself if you lived in these shoes
And  OD from the  drugs I consume 
Do’s and Don’ts
We’re never taught to me 
There is nothing else 
No apostrophe  
I am empty 
Dwelling in this agony 
I can’t help but panic 
what’s next for me
a life  
not lived 
is a sin 
figuratively and literally 
 I can get under your skin 
IF YOU’RE FEELING TIRED
then you’re preaching to the choir 
how you talk a lot 
but you really ain’t say nothin 
bitch my livers been failing 
but what’s new
i’ve been a failure ever since i left the whom
couldn’t even succeed at suicide 
i don’t even know who I am Inside 
I see all these pseudo intellectuals
 in the comments 
Trying to gate keep hip hop  
And hate on my content. 
Saying I needa stop making music 
that my stuff is fuckin garbage
Ha
This is real rap
Quit it with your persona 
Or I’ll send your motherfuckin ass Jehovah 
No fucks given 
Not even an iota 
Got people who want me dead from the UK 
To TACOMA 
I BEG THEM TO COME KILL ME
SO I DONT GOTTA SUFFER 
Crazy motherfucka 
Habitual loner
I would take a bullet for no one but my mother
Window paint
Gel tabs with some gold flakes
Flat affect 
Gotta Emotionless face 
Dump your body in some chemicals
Now you’re Unidentifiable 
No pump fakes
Bitch I’m all in 

Glad I got a pot to piss in 
Feeling brazen 
Most my life I’ve wanted to run before I could walk 
Plagued by these thoughts 
Hate when my hallucinations begin to talk
I bottle my shit up 
Always getting fucked up
Do a whole line just to wake me back up

Just 
Tryin keep my head afloat 
What is life
When I wake up just to grieve some more 
Hungover laying on the floor 
Pain getting worse 
Hopped out the whip
Like it was a  hearse 
But I don’t feel reborn 
ash on the floor board  
I feel so forlorn 
Doing enough drugs to kill a horse 
You ask me how I’m doing 
Alive but dead Inside 
That will be my reply 
I feel so fucked up 
Everytime that I think of you I lose Mind 
Cause I know that 
I will never again 
Get to speak to you 
I Held his body 
As his energy floated off into space 
Gasping for air like a fish out of water 
No one can fathom 
the anguish that I harbor

To Whom It May Concern (Prod. Bhasper)

Coffin Symphony feat Warlord Colossus prod KevThaKilla

OutsiderX & Ak3k - Salt (prod. Silence)

Listen to Cripple on your favorite listening platform.
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/3od/cripple-feat-blckbrd

Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

JMattson X MVKO X Sadzilla - GONNA COST YA [Prod. Krona]

Mooine Imin Muzix-22Dayz

MVKO 

Man down,
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds,
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds,
Stand inside the ring get knocked out,
Big mouths,
Talkin all that shit you ain't bout

Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom,
Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room,
Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
Fuck you bitin motha fuckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom,
Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that,
Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag,
Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag,
If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold,
Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone,
I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone,
Ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls,

X2
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal, 
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible 

JMATTSON 

Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up 
Not too many motherfuckers that I’m down to trust loud as fuck 
When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers 
There ain’t shit that you could tell us little bitch 
Run it up run it up 
Most these rappers dumb as fuck
double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up 
What the fuck what the fuck 
Excellent we nothing but 
You gone pass the blunt or what 
These Haters we gon fuck em up hoe
All these motherfuckers on some weak you shit you got me fucked up if you think that I ain’t peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style I got more you can keep it bitch 
You know what the fuck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs 
Never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that’s your girl tell me why the fuck she all up on my dick

WITCHOUSE 40K

Fall back/
Suck a dick, lil pussy boy
You ain’t got a .40, takin selfies with a toy, hoe/
Nerf gun thug bro, I destroy his ego, I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal/
I just copped a deagle, my sight on yo hero/
I’m digging up graves and they calling me zero/
I look like a rot, boy you act like a beagle/
Your life is so fake like you working at regal/
Pullin up hit with an uzi, knockin em out like I’m selling him roofies/
I just got blood on my soobies/
Red bottom walking I’m walkin on rubies/
She saying use me, drape me in Louis, I ain’t a noobie suckin that dick/
Takin a groupie, making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick/
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro, hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro/
Fuckin a bitch in the back, aye/
Fuckin a bitch for the bag, aye/
Hittin a lick and I’m calling it quites, and I’m cutting a brick that I stash in the whip/
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I’m fuckin yo butch with my dick in her ribs/
Poppin out, bitch I walk it out while you on your couch/
Smoke em out, bitch I’m rolling pounds, only rolling loud/
Bulletproof, but they fall in down, feed em to the crowd/
Hellhounds running through your town, no ain’t no bodies found/
Blech

ZERO feat. JMattson & Witchouse 40k (Prod. Santos Santana)

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Long long ago I burned the crops and bathed in ashes 
You so famished you so parched I took all the fucking rations
The rope around my neck ain’t cut me free from all my sins 
The gallows I will proudly die the afterlife’ll soon begin

Gone to insanity causing calamity
Hanging from oak I’m no one that you’d stand to be
Verbal atonement the scripture I wrote it
Take credit for sacrilege got no opponent 

Bragging bout clean slates pseudo intellect
Boutta take a fucking aim we got two up in the Tec
Better rep the set better show what you about
Bitch you better represent you better fake it for the clout 

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Five days ago I took the crops I set to flames 
I summoned spirits by my side I walk on water breaking chains
The belt around my wrist ain’t set me free from all the dirt
Inside my coffin I will rest my rite of passage out of earth 

Finding out where these motherfuckers hide
They’re feeding and leeching like a parasite
Ain’t getting no weaker I twitch I’m a tweaker
I sacrifice everything I am a leader

Skies blacked out but I’m seeing blood red
Wanna rain down lead but the clip’s drum fed
Castration of justice I know that you love this 
I know that you stalking whenever I publish

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Hazardous

Sacrilege

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To Whom It May Concern (Prod. Bhasper)

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