Played this at the riot in LA in my car loud as shit on the AUX blasting fireworks out the car i kid u not 

bruh #3

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]

Man down, man down
Got new plans for a payout
My mind safe house
Run my time it's spaced out
Man show up with face out
Man down, man down, man down
Got new plans for payout
My mind safe house
Run my time it's spaced out
Man show up with face out

Wake up, wake up, wake up poppin 5
Who the fuck is I
I reside, by no side
Let a mothafucka die
Let em try
Time fly fly by
Weeks turning into months, summertime
Holla back
It's more than racks
Bitches been too cold with that
Throw up signs and roll a pack
They roll a pack
Holla back
It's more than racks
Bitches been too cold with that
Throw up signs and roll a pack
Bitch roll a pack

Why these white bitches acting like they vicious
Don't talk shit, I just talk business
Put myself in best positions
Know this life ain't what they missing
Can't be happy till it visit
Man come round for hand me downs
Prayin on the bread like christian
Why the fuck you askin half the questions
Man got plenty blessings
But they keep me stressing
Learn my lessons when aggressive
Bitch boy getting too defensive
When I pull up life expression
When I pull up full expression

I don't need a cent
From your bitch or from ya set
No regrets 
til they find out why I left
Burn my flesh and split the debt
Humbled by my mental threats
Feeling less when I get
It's a problem
I'm upset
What about it then
I still flex
Act like everything been best
And no less
Steal my heart right out my chest
Money never made man
But made a couple friends
Run for what they can
I can't pray for better man
I just pray for their advance

safe house (Prod. by KAMAARA)

Stitch Switch

SHORT LOSS TM2

https://soundcloud.com/biv

I gotta take a break,
It's safe to say, the gray days, been the page,
Flip my ways, and take the pace, shit never change,
My face engraved inside her taste,
I never cave,
The Fuck up out my face,
keep it goin till the better days, 
Ahead a ways, I'd rather lace my scape,
To fill the 30 cross my fuckin face to fill my fuckin grave

Talk like you flex the steel, 
The mass appeal, is all you feel, you bark the field, 
Ya mask ya deal, ya need to heal, you seek to feel what I been feel, 
You want the demons real?
You wanna pop pills for fuckin meals?
You wanna see how it really feel?
Ain't no smiles when this shit get real,

I done more than I could ask, fuck it,
Thought I'd fuck around and pass on it,
Fuck around and put my past on it,
Ya life a play bill, the cast on it
To be honest, shit I gassed on it, 
Seems my trust been half honest, 
End my shit and tuck the cap on it,
I fucked around but now I'm back on it,

Boo hoo, woe is you, fuck it do, fuck a mood, fuck it dude, fuck the fame, money, jewels, and fuck you too, I just move, the pass will do, and that's ya attitude
Bust it outta you,
Better find a better place,
Save ya grace, these ways will change, like every pace I take is taken shape
To beat me you gotta fit the case

You moufuckas been phony,
Bend over for you lean on me,
I got demons in my genes homie,
Wake the fuck up from ya dreams homie,
Keep the talk and put the beam on me,
This a fam, fuck a team homie,
Carbon copy what it seem homie,
I think you known you fuckas been owe me,

After all the shit I'm tellin you,
You ain't know what I been goin through 
Nor the past that brought it out to move,
You fucked if I'm the dude you lookin to,
Fuckas worry, I been fine dude,
You boot leg to my fine tuned,
Keep ya 9-5 I'm tellin you, 
This ain't never been the life for you,

I ain't been one for the violence,
But speak on my mom's we got problems,
I'm a sick fuck with my conscience,
And I got no tolerance for nonsense, 
I'll spread ya broad, like she blossom,
pucker my nuts with no options,
lace up my dick with that toxin, 
Fuck her then feed you the condom,

Know a couple fucks that'll rip you up
invest ya lust, better than you done,
I can't handle much,But talk a bunch, 
I love with not a single word to trust, 
take advice but never spit it up,
I wish I duck, but I'm fucked up
Might fuck around and take my life for once

Biv - KISS MY DICK (Prod. by Biv)

ICYRED x LXXIV x VAMPCRY - VIRUS [prod. BANG x FINESSE]

TREAT ME HOW U LIKE [PROD. BIV]

prod lxxiv
feat @kashimotu

[LXXIV]

Got my goons popping out in the night time
Got my goons popping out in the night time
Got my goons popping out in the night time
Got my goons popping out when its midnight

Yeah, better keep a fucking night light
Yeah, it get hectic when its night time
Yeah, dont wanna be out when its midnight yeahhhh

Yeah, and my dope is like an atom bomb
Rolling up that weed, we gon smoke until the pack is gone
Midnight creeping with extentions and they extra long
Always got our head up on a swivel cause we break the law

Huh, yeah, and we finna ball
We get rowdy in the night we gonna fucking set it off
I just took a line to the brain, i cant feel at all
I need me the drugs for the pain cause i hate it all

Pale skin vampire i dont like the light
I dont be up at the function i dont like the fucking vibe
Got my stripes like adidas watch the exaust come out that pipe
I want a bag for a feature 2020 thats on my life, yeah

[KASHIMOTU]

Fuck boy keep ducking this fade, uh you showing that chain ima snatch it off.
I cannot beef with these underground artists or petty ass bitches I’m screaming out fuck em all.
If you gotta problem with me, you better address it or foe nem gone come and solve it.
Yo life ima quickly dissolve it he thought he was tough now he dripping out like a faucet.
Catching bodies with my knife, fuck being humble bitch I am done being polite.
He in the dark I made that boy see the light, this the third time I popped a foe at midnight.
Roman gang, sending shells at yo block nigga fuck a boot that’s just another damn opp.
Make him fold when I pull back on to dat glock, he pissed me off now he getting chalked.

[LXXIV]

Im just now getting paid, my drip is different
Spent a hunnid on a fanny pack, now ill fuck ur sister
Might go ice out my wrist, it'll get feeling like a blizzard
Might go pull up with that stick, cause he talking shit on twitter

ITS THE DYING OF THE NIGHT!
WE WILL RAGE AGAINST THE NIGHT I DONT EVER WANNA SEE THE SUN AGAIN!

YUH! ILL PUT THE GUN TO MYSELF, IMMA KILL EVERYBODY AND FUCKING REBEL, I
DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT MY HEALTH I JUST WANT THE BLOODSHED, KILL YOU INSTEAD!

RAGE AGAINST X7
THE DYING OF THE NIGHT!

Spotify & Apple Music

rage against the dying of the night

kashimotu @kashimotu
TR3 @cursedones
SLXUGHTER @slxughter666

SPOTIFY & APPLE MUSIC

its hot as fuck in my room right now w/ Kashimotu & TR3 [Prod. SLXUGHTER]

LIPSTICK 

7XVN: @kidsmile
https://www.instagram.com/7xvngod/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1B6XpURxZFBE9B2BT5JI7h

Singe: @prodsinge
https://www.instagram.com/prodsinge/

Vilex:
https://www.instagram.com/prod.vilex/

Lyrics:

Verse 1: Na$tii
wreck less I’m not alright 
I been upping the white
just like every night 
spit in yo face 
yeah I know you like 
under yo skin 
like a spider bite 
ain’t give a fuck 
I like picking fights 
putting my knife 
in a piggy right 
between her legs 
like a motorbike 
she wanna fuck 
I ain’t playing nice 

fuck I don’t care about shit
my mind is split 
my life ain’t it 
really I just wanna quit
high as a bitch 
maybe I’ll take a step a back
and relax if I just get another hit 
maybe another hit 
I’m in the gutter bitch 
I’m in the cut 
like a stitch on my fucking wrist
she left lipstick on my dick when she done with it 

how you gon hate on the kid 
make all my money the get off the grid
just to piss off the feds
I ain’t got time for this childish shit 
I’m working harder than you 
matter fact 
this the simplest shit 
matter fact 
I’m getting tired of talking
i go and get on my guillotine shit 
I got my grip in the pit 
you don’t scream to my song 
aint give a fuck I’m killing you bitch
Verse 2: 7XVN
i gotta bone to pick 
back up off me imma catch a
body and dispose of it 
you get hit 
you fake depressed so imma
take your wrist and i cut on it
imma lynch
anybody who a snitch
dump your body in a ditch
guess imma switch 
i do not care about you 
for all i care you can just quit 
i think imma grab my saw
step on ya skull 
and imma cut till it comes off
kick in ya jaw
i never stop running fades 
just like i am tony jaa
i want you all 
dead in a hearse
im killing you after i kill this verse
i dont understand why you kids never learn
you mess with a god and thats how you get burned
so long goodnight 
guess you gonna die tonight 
he wanted to fist fight
now his face dont look right
my glock got a nasty bite
itll sick em on sight
now we at the red light
run you get hit in flight

LipStick w/ 7xvn Prod. Vilex & Singe

featuring @fuckapache (0:20 - 1:30) & @drear26 (1:30 - 2:04)
art by @yumi_0

chordophone lyre plucked (feat. apache & drear)

Prod. https://soundcloud.com/wndwsdwn

Baby I feel burnt out
I need a second
Look at how I turned out
Lethal weapon
I don’t even work out
But I’m flexing
No one wanna know me so I’m lonely in my record
Dropped out
Lost now
I just wanna live with love now
Up down
How my feelings goin
Around
I doubt
Every single person
Round me
Right now
(Right now)
I got 50 on me
Living lonely
I’m the only one I’m giving dollie
Got some homies, sippin 40’s, talking to the police
Imma drown into this bottle
I’m not talking codiene
Fellin hollow, with this sorrow never want it goin
How it happened, but it happened and I’m not the goalie
You could shoot a couple targets but don’t shoot em at me
So don’t shoot em at me
She can have me when she want me
Whenever she need it
Like it’s nascar baby I’m never depleting
Racing laps around ur feelings while feeling defeated
I’m a rockstar, hate me, while I get to dreaming
While I get to dreaming
I’m passing and leaving

Burnt Out (Prod. WNDWS)

SERIAL KILLA, RAISED IN THE VILLA
DEMONS IN MY HEAD SO I GOTTA PULL THE TRIGGA
DONT FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE CAUSE WE ALL THE SAME PERSON
NERVOUS 
CAUSE A FUCKIN PIG BEEN LURKIN
BREAKDOWNS
TAKIN PILLS DAILY
I CANT EVEN BREATHE CAUSE SHIT IS FEELIN HAZY
MAYBE
I GOT HELLA PLANS FOR THIS WORLD BUT IM STUCK
INSIDE A HOSPITAL AND ALL MY FANS ARE MAKE BELIEVE

HEY BITCH WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPIN
YOURE FLEXIN ON A FUCKIN LEATHAL WEAPON
HEY BITCH WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPIN
WE GONNA START A BLOODY ARMAGEDDON 

IN THE BACKSEAT AND YOURE RIDIN WITH A STRANGER
HE'S GOT A NICE SMILE AND HE AND TOLD YOU THAT YOURE PRETTY
WHAT A NICE NIGHT
WHAT A NICE GUY
TAKE ANOTHER SIP THEN ITS LIGHTS OUT
CLICK

IM SORRY, IT DIDNT MEAN TO GO LIKE THIS
BUT I GOT SOME FEELINGS THAT I CANT EXPRESS
THE BLOOD ON MY KNIFE TREATS ME BETTER THAN YOU DO

SLIPPIN
BETWEEN THE CRACKS
AND GOD DAMN WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD
LOCK MY DOORS AND DRAW THE CURTAINS 
MY TIME HAS COME AND IM FUCKIN CERTAIN I,

RUNNIN, RUNNIN FROM MY PAST LIFE
(PARANOID)
NEVER SLEEPING IN THE NIGHT TIME
BITCH JUST CATCH THIS BLADE SO I CAN REST
BITCH THINK SHE CLEVER LETS PUT IT TO THE TEST

HEY BITCH 
DIDNT GET THE MESSGAE 
PRETTY BLONDE HAIR STREAK LOUD IN THE WRECKAGE
OH SHIT WE FUCK WIT NO PROTECTION 
COUPLE MONTHS LATER NOW SHE PUSHIN OUT THE SECOND COMING
I HEAR THE ANGLES CALLIN 
WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM ME

I CANNOT FUCK WITH THEM 
MY BIGGEST FEAR IS DROWNING 
ALL  A SUDDEN WANNA THROW ME IN THE FOUNTAIN 
AND WHO THE FUCK AM I I GUESS I NEVER FOUND HIM

IT FEEL LIKE EVERY DAY IS SOMETHIN ELSE I GOTTARUN AWAY 
LETS TAKE IT BACK IM BOUTTA GUESS YO FATE 
SO I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT COME MY WAY 
IT FEEL LIKE EVERY DAY IS SOMETHIN ELSE I GOTTARUN AWAY 
LETS TAKE IT BACK IM BOUTTA GUESS YO FATE 
SO I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT COME MY WAY 

HEY BITCH WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPIN
WE RUNNIN ROUND IN THE CITY NO PROTECTION
AND EVERYONE IS HELLA SHITTY CUZ WE LET EM 
WE JUMPIN IN EVERYBODY THAT WANNA GET IN

HEY KID YOU AINT ALLOWED TO SAY SHIT 
AND YOU AINT GONE LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO GIVE A STATEMENT
THEY BEAT ME UP AND EVERYBODY FUCKIN HATES IT 
JUST WAIT ENOUGH UNTIL I FIND A FUCKIN WAY IN

HANDCUFF NO LUNCH FOR THE CRIMINAL 
A COUPLE MONTHS AGO I SWEAR THAT WE WAS WINNIN THOSE 
JUST PUT A KNIFE INSIDE HIS THROAT WELL BE SWIMMING IN DOUGH
THE LIFE IM LIVIN WITHOUT DOPE IS FUCKING DIFFICULT

YOU UH YOU AND FUCKING ME
YEAH WE THINK SO DIFFERENTLY 
EVERY TIME IM IN DEFEAT 
YEAH YOU KICK ME DOWN RUN AROUND AGAIN

IT FEEL LIKE EVERY DAY IS SOMETHIN ELSE I GOTTARUN AWAY 
LETS TAKE IT BACK IM BOUTTA GUESS YO FATE 
SO I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT COME MY WAY

SUBURBAN SOCIOPATH (FT. TEENAGE DISASTER) (PROD. KYRIGO)

Lyrics -

I need some friends I feel like I’m all alone yes I got faces who pop on occasion but I don’t wanna sit on  my phone rather not sit feed laugh at the same ￼stale jokes of how my life fucking sucks and how I hate my folks because like no one wants to sit and listen to me I feel like I’ve been wasting my life running my feed I know that everyone just wants to listen on they own time that’s why all my music hit because I live grime
 
I miss all friends from when I left that bitch but they would rather suck off her fortune my lies caused my distortion so ima make your ears bleed while you sippin on your Hennessy you sneaky wit my ex you ain’t no man to me so I don’t need you I just need some memories wit some one new shred a new layer like I’m cover in glue 

I need some friends I feel like I’m all alone yes I got faces who pop on occasion but I don’t wanna sit on  my phone rather not sit feed laugh at the same ￼stale jokes of how my life fucking sucks and how I hate my folks because like no one wants to sit and listen to me I feel like I’ve been wasting my life running my feed I know that everyone just wants to listen on they own time that’s why all my music hit because I live grime

GR!ME FREESTYLE !PROD STINK!

new track with foe nem @adam-vanscoyk 

run this shiit up for my bday, more projects in the works!

COLOSSAL

COLOSSAL W/ LXXIV (PROD. 5:10)

RVMAN
@rvmancollective
LXXIV: @adam-vanscoyk
Kashimotu: @kashimotu
TR3: @cursedones
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