I like this cypress hill vibes 🖤🎱💀

The Upload

Lyrics:

Mvko:
Blood moon rise it's a cold cold night
Weight on my side that's a cold cold knife
I'm so sick of living in my old old life
I'm feelin' like a monster I'm a low low life

Don't listen to what they say about me cuz I'm not a bad man
Blisters on my feet from endless walking in the Badlands
Smell of burning metal cigarettes inside a tin can
Know I'm always here I'm always watchin' I'm the sandman

I know when you are sleepin' I can see you from closet your hoe
Open up the door I float to you I never touch the floor
I bring you dreams I make you see the nothingness inside of me
You may of heard the legends bout me nothings what it seems to be

I got problems
Bringing pain is when I prosper
Lost myself inside the night my soul it harbors monsters
Self incisions in my brain I think I need a doctor
Cannot kill the pain you can only make it stronger

I ain't seeking no vengeance
I do not hold a vendetta
However want to introduce you to my loaded Berettas
I'm messed up
Leave a slit across my throat I'm feelin' so fed up
I'm the beginning and the end I'm the alpha omega

Blood moon rise it's a cold cold night
Weight on my side that's a cold cold knife
I'm so sick of living in my old old life
I'm feelin' like a monster I'm a low low life

Don't listen to what they say about me cuz I'm not a bad man
Blisters on my feet from endless walking in the Badlands
Smell of burning metal cigarettes inside a tin can
Know I'm always here I'm always watchin' I'm the sandman

Sinizter:
I’ve been walking through the valley of death
Surrounded by these burning bodies wonder if I am next
My mind is gettin’ overloaded from the secrets I’ve kept
But I gotta keep on pushin’ through it with the time I’ve got left

You always runnin’ from your past don’t wanna face it
Guess I’ll be the asshole cause I say it
If things no longer serve you just erase them
Stop hiding from your demons just embrace them

See the world through your eyes and then it starts to make sense
Wish I could take away the pain with all strength I have left
Walk through the fire and the flames, to hell and back where we met
I’ll keep your memory alive ya life I’ll never forget

Mvko:
Blood moon rise it's a cold cold night
Weight on my side that's a cold cold knife
I'm so sick of living in my old old life
I'm feelin' like a monster I'm a low low life

Don't listen to what they say about me cuz I'm not a bad man
Blisters on my feet from endless walking in the Badlands
Smell of burning metal cigarettes inside a tin can
Know I'm always here I'm always watchin' I'm the sandman

SPOTIFY

Mvko & Sinizter - Sandman (prod. FALLEN)

CINNAMON

HAARPER - CINNAMON

RIDE OR DIE [PROD. TOXICGODD]

Cover art: Grizzy Designs

Lyrics:

seen some shit
did some shit
lived through shit
Lost so many people it’s ridiculous 
I can forgive but I won’t forget
Pondering the question 
What’s the point of all this 
woke up today 
Just To try and get passed it 
How long will it take 
Till I get blasted 
Wake up tomorrow just to 
repeat the action

I admit if it’s my fault
if you falsely accuse my ass
Imma leave you eating asphalt 
You’re praying for brighter days 
With the same mouth you use to 
diss rival gangs 
When I’m gone 
Don’t pretend like you ever cared
cause when I needed you the most 
You were never there
people have family reunions at 
Restaurants like Denny’s
If I want family reunions 
I need to visit cemeteries 
Guess it’s Kismet
I’m steady smoking potent
5th amendment 
Staying silent 
Fuck an indictment 
If you’re asking yourself is the crime even worth it
Just picture your momma or brother being put 
in a casket 
And you being absent 
Instead of being with them
 in their last moments 
You’re busy doing a bid 
in confinement 

seen some shit
did some shit
lived through shit
Lost so many people it’s ridiculous 
I can forgive but I won’t forget
Pondering the question 
What’s the point of all this 
woke up today 
Just To try and get passed it 
How long will it take 
Till I get blasted 
Wake up tomorrow just to 
repeat the action


I live this shit
But I don’t give a shit
Why don’t you take this hit
You might feel it a bit
Filling up your lungs
Exhale
And now you’re lit
You begin to understand about the things we spit
And we don’t care if you don’t get it
We give no fucks
We keep it moving along
I’m like a semi truck
I’m in the fast lane
Pushing and I’m insane
We some crazy mothafuckas 
But I’m insane
Boutta rattle your brain
Instead I’ll give you a vibe 
And whatever I prescribe 
I got you feeling alive
You see when I arrive 
People know the party gets live
And they don’t wanna go home
It’s like a quarter to five
That’s how it is sorry homie
Yeah The people want it
Call me the shaman 
Imma guide you 
Kinda ironic 
That we cultivate your mind
With the mind chronic 
And we cultivate the kind that got you high on it

seen some shit
did some shit
lived through shit
Lost so many people it’s ridiculous 
I can forgive but I won’t forget
Pondering the question 
What’s the point of all this 
woke up today 
Just To try and get passed it 
How long will it take 
Till I get blasted 
Wake up tomorrow just to 
repeat the action

WORTH IT (ft. B-Real) [Prod. BHASPER]

W/ @jupiluxe
PRODUCED BY @sectunit

JMattson:
Crime pays
don't be lookin' my way
'less u wanna die ayy
got that butterfly blade & I
flip dat I told em to get back
before it go click clack
get stabbed in yo six pack imma
boss up mothafucka y'all suck
love it when they talk tough
put a blade in y'all guts better
fall back hoe suck on my ballsack
keep thinking you all that
I run up in all black
widda muthafuckin blade on my hip
you better dip
before I lose my fucking mind
before I lose my fucking shit
better whip out that fucking 9
better whip out that fucking switchblade
insane
damnit I got blood up on my fit mane
all black boots
eliminating your tooth
originate in the couve
reiterating the move 
want all dat loot
disintegrating your crew
you dinner plate & some food
bitch get in the way you doomed

@jupiluxe:
nowadays
do anything for a bag
anything to get a rack
just a state of where we at
look around
tell me what u getting at
black on my shoes
combat boots all abuse
they can talk that shit 
but im leaving with they tooth
baseball bat on the roof
down ya chimney comin thru
something like saint nick
put ya face to pavement
tie u up, then i take u to the basement

JMattson:
Crime pays
don't be lookin' my way
'less u wanna die ayy
got that butterfly blade & I
flip dat I told em to get back
before it go click clack
get stabbed in yo six pack imma
boss up mothafucka y'all suck
love it when they talk tough
put a blade in y'all guts better
fall back hoe suck on my ballsack
keep thinking you all that
I run up in all black

CRIME PAYS (feat. JUPILUXE) [Prod. SECT UNIT]

Lobotomy /// Waiting For You To Suffer With Me

[Verse 1: Kurayami Kugatsu]
Okay, Okay yuh man I bear my fangs
Some-Some things ain’t neva gon change shit
Same niggas still on that lame shit
Oh you wanna talk to me about pain bitch
Let’s do it
Swear to god in that shit I’m too fluent
Taking walks through my mind but I’m lucid
You can take a walk too if you choose it
Watch yo step cause it’s easy to lose it
But I’m too laid back are you getting this
Might clutch a 12 gauge like I’m Phineas
Don’t you look at my face cause Its hideous
With this blade I’ll show you what a demon is
Bitch

Emo bitch what’s her name thought that shit was Novocain
Her wrists slit from the blades I grip
Don’t you ever talk about her can’t tell me shit

[Verse 2: Lil Sasha]
But bitch I'm so violent
Lil Sasha can't close his eyelids
Feelin like I'm Pelinal I'm rising
Not givin up drugs that my mindset
Overdosin on the Klono inside me
Got Zima sittin beside me

While whippin Corollas we grippin a pump
And we movin silence while we see the sun
Setting behind us, across the horizon
Embody the violence that grew up with us
Needin a bitch that is dead just like us
Katana of ice and it's covered in rust
Covered in blood and it's covered in mud
September might sever yo head if you fuckin with us

Lobotomy (Prod. Sasha's Dying)

Quick track me and Apoc made for 420. Smoke sumn and enjoy.

PRODUCED BY SLYYE & APOC KRYSIS

HIGH OCTANE

APOC KRYSIS X SLYYE - HIGH OCTANE (PROD. APOC & SLYYE)

Presented to you by Low-Cult Shock Mob
Help Your Kids Get The WORST Out of Life!
.
.
.
Lyrics
Verse 1 (Lil Toastie)
Seized myself awake the other day
There was nothing on the screen
Guess I'd might as well call it a day
When I hear that name, you'll learn to pray
I don't need another savior
There's just nothing else for me to say

Verse 2 (Clyde the Baron)
My main complaint's that talk is cheap
A lack of breath's no flex to me
I'll only learn to bite my tongue to flaunt my shiny metal teeth
It's safe to say that I've grown tired of all the quirky circus scenes
I can't be safe from no disease, to think I'd earned a little peace
You'd think a beast would count its blessings, should it find the freshest meat
Not watch it bleed
Not just watch it die and rot like it was me
Them maitr'dees all learn the fear when they see me without a Mini near me

Verse 3 (Sadym the Satyr)
Well I woke up next to another ghost today
She never cared to love my name
But then again, she'd never show her face
She tried to tell me I should know my place
She'd jump my bones, only to lecture me on what's a perfect heart to break

Verse 4 (Yung Mayhem)
I'll always find it entertaining how we call this entertainment
A price to pay to spill your guts out just to sell an explanation
Well look at me, I'm here and now
Like I'm so great and not-so-vacant
As I say,
"I'm growing tired of waking up in other's dreams. Love how the way you beg & plead feels like the way my gums bleed"
Why can't you see?
No one gives a flying FUCK about your scene
*sigh of relief*
(But when they see you)
I bet you'd pay to watch me bleed with all them jacaranda leaves around me

NOSTROMO

NEW TAPE DROPS MAY

#NOWTHEFIREISBURNING

GET FUCKING READY

G.O.D.S

AVAILABLE EVERYWHERE
All instrumentation performed by Tacet
Produced, Mixed, & Mastered By Tacet
Written By Tacet
new project soon

Spotify:open.spotify.com/album/1ONafQ...

iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/album/the...

"PRAY" Official Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ig-i-...

traktrain.com/tacet

Prod. By Tacet

Enjoy

Inquires: tacetnapier@gmail.com
twitter.com/tacet_b
www.instagram.com/tacet_b/

DOWN 4 LIFE

MOMMA TOLD ME [PROD. HINH]

NOT ENOUGH MANA

COLLECT ME AT MY BEST - Out Now On All Streaming Platforms!

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/carecrow2/collect-me-at-my-best
.

Follow $carecrow
Instagram: www.instagram.com/scarecrow404/
Twitter: twitter.com/scarecrow_404
Facebook: www.facebook.com/scarecrow404

Your Nightmares On Repeat

Collect Me At My Best

COLLECT ME AT MY BEST

PROD KOSTE MIX AND MASTER BY AMPLIFIEDWAX
@BLEEDTHEWICKEDMENACE
@KO$TE

!FIX BAYONETS! ft. Bleed The Wicked Menace (Prod. Ko$te)

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

A wandering hiphop heartbeat tangled with country grit forming a bold roaming rhythm.

Stephen Carey … Vocals
Nikos Mavridis … Viola
Caitlin Thomas … Cello
André Vasconcellos … Electric Bass
Christiano Galvão … Acoustic Drums
Modern Jam … Mix n Master

Instruments: Cello, Bass, Drums, (808)- maybe 

Hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmmm

Verse one:
Uh
The streets preach and you ain’t listening 
These diamonds are just glistening 
They shining so bright but your feelings ain’t right 
These gems are like food, good for you too eat
But you talk a whole lot to keep your status in the street (hmm)
Summin ain’t right with your style of thinking 
I tell you when to move and you just stand there blinking 
I’m So confused, how you get drunk drinking 
Just asked your baby mama, and you ain’t even speaking 

Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 

Verse two:
You brag loud but your pockets ain’t listening
Flexing on the net while your rent keeps whispering
You claim you got heart but your courage stays missing
Even your own crew say you move like fiction
Talking like a boss but you fold when it’s time
I see the fear in your stance… it’s written in your spine
You chase cheap thrills but you running from the grind
Tryna act like a king… when you barely hold the line


Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 
I’m in

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Verse three (sung):
I seen men rise just to fall in their pride
Chasing gold they can’t hold… running blind in the night
They talk loud, but their footsteps never match up the stride
Trying to walk like giants… but their shadows don’t lie
And I’m standing here steady while they drift in the wind
Saying strength is a posture, not the noise that you send
If you’re living by the street… better stand on your spine
Cause the truth cuts deeper than a razor’s thin line

Chorus:
Come again
Back around
I’m in town

Come again
Back around

Come again
Back around
I’m in town

Come again
Back around
I’m in

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Fries Stay Dry (Jah-Femi, SE Num & Stephen Cory) [Live Band Edition]

Lyrics:
Bitch I’m hungover 
Manic motherfucker 
laughing like the joker 
Just wanna be 6 feet under 
I’m Tired 
Running low
like a flat tire
Poppin hella tranquilizers 
People in my dms asking for my Visualizers 
I’m not 
someone to Admire 
Heart got an aperture 
Dropping hits
 from the tincture
Imma prematurely call you Casper
Cause I hope I see you get murdered
This is the genesis
Of even more anger 
When it comes to death
I’ve got extreme hunger 
When it comes to giving a fuck
I ain’t got the desire 
I’ll never be a one hit wonder
Just like how 
I’ll never be sober 
my entire life is a fuckin blunder 
Better know I’m a crazy Motherfucker 
when I’m done with the blunt 
Theres nothing left over 
Bitch I’m schizophrenic and bipolar 
I’m a heavy smoker 
That mad lad toker
Lacking composure 
mediocre loner
Wretched stoner 
The way too lyrical rapper 
Fuck a promoter 
A&R’s hitting up my line 
But I ain’t got that kinda time
I just wanna die
I’ve got an Achilles heel 
Like Emil Mătăsăreanu 
My brains 
lack of stimulus 
will probably be the issue 
Feels kinda weird 
Cutting through human tissue 
But you gotta do what gotta do
I love to say the words
Fuck you 
Told myself I would never be a simp 
But I kinda wanna 
go meet my dead relatives
I’m craving death 
Oblivion sounds kinda sex 
But wtf is even my definition of it 
All I know is past tense 
STUCK IN THE TRIAGE 
HABITUALLY SAD 
MACDONALD TRIAD 
WISH I WAS FUCKIN DEAD 
My life is a contronym
I really wanna die off on a whim 
LOADED OFF SOME VICODIN 
LOOKIN UP A TEK FOR 
Some PSILOCYBIN 
My eye lids are twitchin 

Pupils dilating 
I’m fuckin tweakin
Posted with a 40oz 
Seen a shawty 
Tryna flirt 
But if she wanna trick
Imma make her hit the curb
Swerve 
I’m a emo motherfucker
With roots of hood 
And hippie under my covers
Eatin a taco 
They call me the 
Hollywood psycho
I said it before 
And I’ll say it again 
This ain’t a phase 
I’ll Set your shit ablaze 
The arson Klepto
Take ya life
Turn this shit into Waco 
Motherfucking wacko
Fuck bein vulnerable 
This my audible manifesto

Stoned (Prod. bhasper)

INNARDS IN MY RILLOS (feat. 99ZED & BADKIDMIZU) [prod. Jake OHM]

@8corpses on social media
𝗜𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: contact8corpses@gmail.com

WORTH IT (ft. B-Real) [Prod. BHASPER]

8corpses

Recent comments

Haruki Senpai

vyghx789

-Xcomx

lower left burner

Related tracks