DEMENTIA FT. YUNG-RARE ☢️ (PROD. SINGE)

prod. PREZ SINATRA

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

LYRICS:

And bitch i’m better than ever , i couldn’t give a fuck
run through the storm and the weather i keep it running up 
you can keep on going on and on about my accolades 
and ima keep it running , no stopping , it’s time to aggravate 

*screams*
fuck a pole im up on yo block and i got a chainsaw 
and ima keep on talkin my shit until yo brain pop 
you better be begging me just to make the fuckin rain stop 

punch him in the gut , i leave em curled like armadillo 
bitch i wanna suffocate you , i don’t need a pillow 
smoke em like a pack , im boutta smoke em like a rilo 
you can call me will smith how i smack a bitch, whip it like willow 

frustrated , i feel so berated , 
bitch i hate shit , everybody ain’t shit 
please don’t say shit, let me feel the rage bitch
bitch i know you talkin about me with all the fake shit 

watch his body drop cuz this pussyboi cannot take hits 
anarchofuckhead , i’m feelin rampant give you face lifts 
bullshit with the confidence , pussboi you incompetent 
you can watch me steady rockin shit , lil bitch i’m on top of it 
 
And bitch i’m better than ever , i couldn’t give a fuck
run through the storm and the weather i keep it running up 
you can keep on going on and on about my accolades 
and ima keep it running , no stopping , it’s time to aggravate 

*screams*
fuck a pole im up on yo block and i got a chainsaw 
and ima keep on talkin my shit until yo brain pop 
you better be begging me just to make the fuckin rain stop 

punch him in the gut , i leave em curled like armadillo 
bitch i wanna suffocate you , i don’t need a pillow 
smoke em like a pack , im boutta smoke em like a rilo 
you can call me will smith how i smack a bitch, whip it like willow 

frustrated , i feel so berated , 
bitch i hate shit , everybody ain’t shit 
please don’t say shit, let me feel the rage bitch
bitch i know you talkin about me with all the fake shit

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LXXIV, TR3 & Kashimotu - ROOM LOOKS KINDA BORING, MIGHT PAINT THE WALLS RED

Remastered track from 2018.

[LYRICS]

I was looking at my lowest desired no motive heard others say how could he make it/



I am my only opponent can no one else hold me that’s why now they don’t wanna say shit/



Hell is where a nigga going despite my teachings I unleash the demon  just for leisure/



Teacher said I’m still the same kid who overthinking his equations she right I ain’t changing bitch/



Fainted a nigga fade from this dimension I woke up thinking to myself what’s the difference/



Fallin I’m slippin mental get to trippin i look at my hands and question how I did it/



Paying attention lately I’m acquanted with strangers claiming when you gone that they’ll miss you/



Yes I got problems prolly what I been thru I face my issues set em off with a pistol/



Fuckin stressed i gotta vent through this music shit/



Before rappin I felt trapped in my room I’m with/



Satan they spread rumors kashi a lunatic/



But yo gossip lacks the logic you stupid bitch/



Ah, though I choose not to show it I’m quick reloadin they still call me the slowest/



What’s on his mind don’t think you wanna know it my heads kinda hot but fuck it I’m the coldest/



Lose my focus when I get irritated I couldn’t take it I was so damn impatient/



I’m the patient or the victim they picked on but really I’m the only one that i hated/



Fuck, you can name me the contagion/



Shit, they labeled me without a cure/



Ah, just looked into the fuckin mirror reflect my answer couldn’t get any clearer/



Bitch, this pains only temporary/



Aye, this pains only temporary/



Yuh, this pains only temporary just trade yo life with mine I’ll show you what’s scary/



Bitch, this pains only temporary/



Aye, this pains only temporary/



Yuh, this pains only temporary just trade yo life with mine I’ll show you what’s scary/

Kashimotu - ONLY TEMPORARY PROD.WHITECXFFIN || (2018 CONCEPT)

RVMAN - HIDE YA HEAD [PROD. AKVRI & AMERTUME]

1st: @adam-vanscoyk
2nd: @dkoolpharaoh
prod: @hushinsilence

Dkool vocals mixed by: @mr_tns
Art: @caleb-haggerty

Spoify & Apple Music

Heat Seekers Feat. DKoolPharaoh [Prod. HUSHINSILENCE]

No Evidence

No Evidence W/ LXXIV + TR3 (Prod. Mystxry)

Lyrics -

Fuck a pandemic girl come slide thru ride on my face don’t let me breath don’t let me free switch a pin down girly wanna fuck I’m in town

put it on my face bust raw the dick feel better when she breaking the law it’s one text no call 6 feet for the weak next week same pussy on repeat like rinse and repeat not no vegan bitch missing my meat not no problem I miss that bitch too bissi wanna come over I do

hop in my 02 let’s ride thru the city I can’t keep my focus while whipping this bitty

I’m pulling us over 

rather be honest cause I still feel sober I’m tryna hit raw while we smoking some trash

I meant smoking some gas I ain’t ya ex man talking up my pack just to make a quick ban I got pack girl it’s sour and it’s stinky pop my finger in ya butt like binky

fuck a pandemic girl lemme slide thru lemme get a lil taste of the pussy with the cream she said bissi Whatchu mean we friends no more bitch shut the fuck up I don’t think your a whore just 

put it on my face bust raw the dick feel better when she breaking the law it’s one text no call 6 feet for the weak next week same pussy on repeat like rinse and repeat not no vegan bitch missing my meat not no problem I miss that bitch too bissi wanna come over I do 

hop in my 02 lets ride thru the city ass so fatt with a face so pretty 

come on baby put it down on me 

mami gotta culo that bounce no face mask she gone swallow an ounce

PANDEM!C !PROD MORTEH & MATHIASTYNER! LYRICS IN DESC

prod by: the wonderful @mystxry
mixed by: me bitch

[lyrics for the deaf mfs]

got some numbers in my phone that won’t ring again they either died or I lost em in the place I’ve been/
and I won’t see your face again I’ve been depressed, been stressed ever since I was turning 10/
fast forward 5 years and I got the strap, makin baseball players turn to running backs/
left the scene with my brains intact and I can’t say the same for ur homie he ain’t coming back/
he coming back with a toe tag, op pack, I’m finna roll him up, smoke that/
I wreck (iraq) this shit like Baghdad, I’ve been with the shits like Aztec/
I’m late night counting up big racks/
said ur ballin? where the fuck is yo wrist at/
show ur head out in public imma clip that/
in my city I’m the number one suspect/
I am so use to the weight of my gun/
walk around town like I’m strapped up with none/
hate all you rappers you fuckers are shunned/
don’t care bout bitches I jus want my funds/
wait till you see what I got in the trunk, when I pull out that shotty that shit is a pump/
2 shots and he slumped, I am the face of death better not run YAA!/

I am so out of my mind

full force with the shit when i come with it/
I really kill rappers with no writtens/
I should name every track a freestyle but I show mercy to the one that got no business/
grippin a mic, you fall when a op in sight, the 44 that’s the venomous bite, the og I’m the genesis right? the teck 9 finna pierce his spine I wine and dine on fuckers at night/
I think I’m 80s how I’m spitting that crack shit/
if you talkin money you better back it/
In yo system like a muhfuckin addict/
plastic, all you motherfuckers so tragic/
and it’s tragic how you want smoke/
never burn anything but the ones that you hold close/
and it’s all for the pesos/
putting family and friends in white with some halos/
EL-EX

Spotify & Apple Music

Missed Call prod. mystxry

prod lxxiv

1st @adam-vanscoyk
2nd @kashimotu
3rd @cursedones
4th @areizaga
5th @ogodthedeity
6th …..

from the darkness w/ kashimotu, tr3, citrate, ogodthedeity

RVMAN
@rvmancollective
LXXIV: @adam-vanscoyk
Kashimotu: @kashimotu
TR3: @cursedones
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Missed Call prod. mystxry

LXXIV

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