HELL ON EARTH PT. 3 (FT. LIL FIGURATIVE, JORDEN)

ALBUM #3
LIVE FROM THE BASEMENT, MAY 3RD 2024
SINGLE 3/5
TRACK 12
PROD. warwillkill
MIXED & MASTERED BY VERNIE IN HELL

LYRICS:

[Chorus]
Bloody Cuts from the Razor
Notorious, but not a player
I'll cut you up with the Saber
Your father, like I was Vader
I bodied yall, see yall later
Shows over, go home
I hit you with the Razors Edge, like I'm Razor Ramon

[Verse]
I never got how yall would doubt me, at all
Knees is bloody from all the times I was talkin with God
Nowadays, he seems to be the only one that I got
So whenever I shoot my shot, I always have a backup plot
Fuck
You gonna make me jump outta my skin
Save enough racks up for my kin
Have em askin where I been
I been here this whole time, yall just ignoring me
While a bunch of strangers online, they ass been adoring me
There's no way in fuckin hell yall can just shut the door on me
I Jack Black all day, like I'm rollin with BlaQ Chidor-ori
I'd tell yall how I'm the best, but yall already heard that story
But, I'll say this with my chest, it feels like some of yall below ol' me
Yall say yall done a lot in yo time, yet yall got no receipts
I back track and rap fast with my rythm and poetry
You got the Razors Edge on your wrist, I see your blood, go and pour it, please
I'm a shark in the water, I'm always fuckin up your coral reef
They can't stand when I talk about my problems "oh, fuckin woe is me"
"You bottle that shit deep up inside you, that's how it's supposed to be"
Fuck it tho, I'm aligned with the giants and fuckin titans
Ya buying a second chain, on ya plane, feel like the pilot
You rap so hard at your shows, you start to incite riots
Then you get locked up in prison for nights, all cause your rhyming
They finally hitting, you start to see you on different timing
You may not have kept your soul, but you finally feel alive
Fuck I'm sayin? Man, I'm just rambling
warwillkill, bitch I'm stampin
I'm stomping, I'm steppin, I'm dancing
On yall bitches dead asses
Fuck doin that on ya casket
I'll do that shit on your corpse
I been needing a new soul, imma just take yours by force
Razor

[Chorus]
Bloody Cuts from the Razor
Notorious, but not a player
I'll cut you up with the Saber
Your father, like I was Vader
I bodied yall, see yall later
Shows over, go home
I hit you with the Razors Edge, like I'm Razor Ramon

RAZOR RAMON

Green Pt.1 (Feat. Delucas) [Lou Kray and warwillkill]

THE PEOPLES CHAMPS (FT. JJ SMALLS)

Street Riot! (Feat ANARKIST) (Lou Kray and warwillkill)

EBT BUT THIS TIME WITH MY FUCKING BOY !!
Lyrics:
(Hook)
I got the gas, and the coke, and the EBT
Shit, got it all but the CBD
Ima real fat fuck, way I eat these beats
With the full packed trunk, cuz the streets need me
Way I slang that rock, think I’m CP3
Half Evil shit, peep the 333
Motherfuck ya top ten, hoe, it’s me, me, me
Shot a bitch head, then his speed decrease
(X2)


(Verse)
I got too many hoes, I need Jerry Springer
Booze and the blow, I need a Latina
Need me the smoke, and green by the liter Beans in the morning, no sleepin’, we geekin’
I creep with the bros, and we leave him in pieces 
I sneak ‘em, he foldin’, he pleadin’ and weepin’ 
He bleedin’, he leakin’, he think that he leavin’ 
Nah
Fuck is you goin’?
Toke up some bunk, and we go in, uhh 
Fuck up some guts, I be hoein’, fuck
I leave ‘em broken, and stuck in the moment
I need a hoe that can fuck, and get throated
Bitch
Get my nut and I go in
Vodka and Henny, I’m drunk and I’m floatin’ 
Shots of the Remy, too fucked, I can’t focus
Run that bitch over, he looking the grossest 
Burn up his bread, ‘till it’s nothing, I toast it
I leave em empty, and sticky as Post-Its
I keep the semi, we rippin’, and roastin’

EBT (FEAT. KAIRYUU) (PROD. BY MARCIWITHTHEGLOCK)

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White Ferrari x I'm God (full mashup) - ig @adriannikau

Don't make me flip your name
'Cause if I do it, shit sounds like I'm charging Backwoodz with a flat rate
Gotta iterate I don't got any beef with Elm Maxell
But the rest of y'all? This shit like Kanye West and Colin Powell
Gotta admit I did the mixing on Asterisk dogshit
So high-five Aidan! The beat stealer really turned into a prophet
Can I be honest? (and I'll admit it for him) I watched Kane fuck up your tape
Peace to porn mill thrill, you should go & pick up some Bape
Too bad you got your fashion sense from your senior, they're a fucking idiot
I'd pity it but I don't pity a kicker with inner city kids
I don't care about your numbers, I don't care about your friends
I asked into your crew, yeah, but don't act like I was never a threat
And don't act like I kept the timeline discreet
I dropped my biggest album 4 weeks after COMPLETELY INDEPENDENTLY
And yes, me mixing all that shit is not a fable
So I don't have to hire a bald man to masturbate under the table
You wanna talk about opportunities and artistry?
First: Color field just made the biggest splash in the art rap scene that you ever seen
Second: I don't even need a feature to clear you on a track
You let a chaser in your label, tell me that shit isn't wack
(Who shot up the Taco Bell?) Since we talking about sauce, you lack the magic
Rapping like a retarded Ol' Dirty Bastard (You talk like a fag
And your shit's all retarded) Wanna regard words? Regard this
I might've been a twinkle when you sucked on your mom's retard tits
I read The Art of War, I didn't know the sequel was that garbage
(Hey dad, parse this!) Tried to catch the ball, got flipped and crashed the car then
Got some experience with that, I've seen you smile when you bleed
I saw your baby mama leave you when I got started in the scene
But trauma don't make you any less of a pussy, believe me
It's unseemly when you watch the youth surpass you, cut tree grieving
Et tu too that you got a fucking skinhead for an engineer
Both of y'all got the pseudo-beauty of Pam Grier
Lemme breathe for a bit

What's the name of the other guy too? Oh shit, I forgot
And Please placebo jesus, forgive I am a thot!
Back to jacket, Blank did a tape with you, but he's wasting his talent
He made a better record with a blind man, then another with a bunch of maggots!
Your best record slapped an AI transcendental meditationist
And pretended to be falsely introspective as if it explained your schtick
Gotta catch my breath and scream "aw, fiddlesticks!" 
Cause magically Twitter's the least pussy way to ever deal with shit
When's the last time you kept it to wax, old man?
You don't even deserve "faggot" but I'll call you a fag again
You ripped off a ripoff of a clown, now that's a real bad plan
I'd find far more enjoyment out of bumping Real Bad Man
They see this as nothing more than two white boys with arrogance
The difference between you and me is that at least I'm self-aware
My consciousnessness is more well-rounded than a pair of tits, tits
You see double & tunnel vision, then you try to swing and miss, miss
We wanna talk about AJ Styles vs. Cody Rhodes?
Swap the khaki wearer, who can pen out some sweatier horny prose?
Get off the phone and get a job, watch it all from a real pro
Ironic you rep Bronx, 'cause your hip hop career is go-for-broke

[untitled]

another demo. I recorded this on my phone last year after my band and I worked on this instrumental because recording in front of ppl is embarrassing for meeee

$%#!?

lyrics:
you was always in the green when it came to me
i was ballin' with the team, finna play for keeps
really all that you could need what i aimed to be
i been callin' you the dream since my later teens
lotta promises to keep, so i laid the scheme
i would offer you the seas if i gained the means
you was part of being me, like my name or genes
shit got harder to believe, i betrayed the creed
chasin' peaks, greater greed
i was fallin' through the trees, started takin' leave
only tryna keep it G, like a major key
never thought it would be me when i paid the fee
if my mama hated you, then she hated me
undebatably, it was the worst that she could say to me
every time i had to flee made a vacancy
you was mountin' up to leave, losing faith in me
made it hard for you to breathe, always making pleas
i was missin' U and I from my A to Z’s
shoulda saw you was fatigued, now it’s plain to see
busy wishin' you would try, you was achin' deep
makin' peace, raisin' knees
shit was awful to receive, but i braved the grief
really all that you could need what i aimed to be
i been callin' you the dream since my later teens
callin' you the dream since my later teens

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