Gangsta Rap

Trap Metal Pack 3; aggressive rap / screamo / trap / deathcore / metal / grime / rage

Trap Metal Pack 3

phonk

 This playlist contains all the songs made by Istasha the scrub and all the songs where he collaborate with other artists. 

Istasha the scrub

winter arc

sam1

sponsored by monster energy and colt arms

𓀐𓂸

Lyrics:

What’s your opinion on the dire situation?
Ought to rip through the lid 
I need a line
*Citation*

All the rust build, Keep it like a red mark 
Sleeping through the skin 
I Wanna sell my soul thin 
No shark 

On the sill 
Scatter round 
Plant patters on me 
See the dead dogs barking up the redwood tree 

Never sow no doubts but they all catch seed 
On repeat sleep eat breathe seethe and retweet 

I took my shirt off in the yard 
The silent trees all saw my skin turn into dust 
Fly like seeds

Elefant

Lyrics:

24 shots 
Down a buck
Shitfaced and then repeat
On my circadian crutch no adrenaline 

Venison Lunch 
Full,Fuck
Belly button punch out 
The way I’m soaking in my drip just like a towel 

Hold up, I got a thread that you can never follow 
I keep it red and sweet for Gretel gotta get a collar 
Just do it, Dot and with a dash I’m a like a semicolon
Oh my god, I’m swimming in the river when my thread is cut off 

Fuck im Sinking down just like a truck 
Cut bands Gnaw 
Great, Unstuck 

Fuck,I got my dentist in a rot 

Gottta bite Gold Chains 
Out of luck

Like a rat 
Turning back 
When the pesticides hitting me like a bat 

Out the park 
Writing bars, No way that I’m in it I’m better sending my regards 

The way I sit; Like my seats electric 
I’m a a Best Buy filling my cart up with anything that’s rejected 
Never cold feet, when the shames on repeat
I got entropy added
ad there No benefit 
at peace so breathe

When Your Son Is Venison

Lyrucs:

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a brick to the head 

Stay sickle like a spine on trial 
When I’m Giles Old Corey keep it silent 
No fentanyl 

40 rocks, More weight, I’m might vomit 
Call me monetary gain, im a prophet
Save face, No shame, No stopping, No capping 
My retina, blank 
Stay blocking up 

Swing wide, go side 
Never age, Soul side 
Rewind, Benjamin 
Overtime, Dolls eye

Could vision, No flash 
But I’m full blind 
Overclock shifting No crash And I’m all fine 

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a trail of a witch 
Shit 

Feel lost 
Crow pack, Have my teeth picked 
Let em come back with the tides and I’m sea sick 

If I’m ever losing touch 
I’m out the back 
K.O

Cannot keep on taking shot 
Crack 
Sarajevo

Phantom pains is all I got 
Block 
Bodies in the gutter 
Cup of rot 
Duck thots 
Bye buttercup 

In the background 
Split me like a wing 
Huh 

Manufacture up 
Worship anything 
huh 

Getting dragged down 
Went in that thing 
Black hole 
Succ
Turn into a coiled up spring 

Go
Red light 
I’ll intersect that spot 

Call me six 
How I’m sensing the plot

The Heat From The Sun Is No

TIKI TO THE TOE

TIKI TO THE TOE (prod.pranav)

Lyrics:
Sxmpra:
Creepin' through the shadows
Meet the pharaoh of the underground
The competition narrow
Breakin'
Breakin' Out the m0thafvckin' arrows
Leave em resting shallow
Knockin' in the whip and I got more swing than the fvckin' gallows
Imma imma
Shimmer
Like a bloody blade
Under the stars
Standing right in front of me is me I guess I met the mark
Steppin with the weapon reckon he gon' try and pull my card
I don’t give a fvck cos I know you don’t know who the fvck you are
Back up
Cos a m0thafvcka stacked up
Really wanna be the one pull up and I mag dump
Never gave a fvck
Pack a punch like a magnum
Move with the wind dissipate like a phantom
Tie em up
Call the bank for the ransom
Nobody knows
Like who you
You a random
One time for the m0thafvckin' anthem
Flow is so murderous feel like I’m Manson
Everybody drop to the m0thafvckin' deck b*tch
I won't ever stop till a m0thafvcka dead b*tch
Never made a lot now this music sh*t is endless
Imma keep on pushin' till my legacy is set in stone

Sinizter:
Out my fvckin’ mind
Goin’ for your throats like I’m a rabid canine
I don’t fvck with many I don’t like to play nice
Call me Sub-Zero how I leave ‘em all on ice
Lethal with the rifle 40/40 shoot precise

Always feel like I’m the black sheep
But don’t count me out cause I swear to god I’ll be the next thing
You pvssies always tryna jack the wave that’s popping
Gotta stay one step ahead that’s why I’m re-inventing

I need violence, ultraviolence, ultraviolence
I need violence, ultraviolence, ultraviolence
I need violence, ultraviolence, ultraviolence
I need violence, ultraviolence, ultraviolence
They
Will all fall
You will die
By my hands

SXMPRA X SINIZTER - ULTRAVIOLENCE

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POISON.©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

My Flow is sicker than most
keepin the peace while grippin a pole
Sendin my enemies all into heaven
Cuz fuck it I mind as well get my own vengance

I got his neck under my foot
Like that fuckers just a denominator
Divide him into two then dispose of his body
Litter later

Exterminated you're mutilated
Like you was fuckin Vader
Investigate the uneducated
Hey look we're on the paper

I've got Poison in my veins
Fuckin sick of lames
What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim
What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim

get this through yo fuckin skull like when im rainin down with mags
linin up the bodies in the bags and clip em with the tags
caught him outside shoppin with his louie guccie prada bag
know he scared by body lang
holo make my 40 sang
it gon make yo ear drum rang
found out where he stay and where he work i saw his forearm tat
follow the way his car go and made sure he dont make it back
took a fuckin photo just to frame, it make my happy last

What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim
What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim

Sittin on your ass blowin vapor and commentating
bout how I'm supposed to do what I do
You're nobodies savior
I push my pain and anger through pen and paper lil kid
It's sad to see your vocabulary consists of mid

Plenty inches so plenty haters can fuckin suck it
Petty morals and plenty bullets all of you ducking
Pistol whip your dumb decision
Breaking down these fuckers prison
Always on my mind is violent minds
and getting across my vision

Dont you understand they dont want you to fuckin think
Keep you occupied and dividing you to the brink

Red or blue who fuckin cares
its all the same not fuckin fair
you're all to blame by sitting there and doing nothing
But compare inane decisions
All but care
Weeks from now you all forget by drinking smoking
all regret
Fuck you all too far from best

What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim
What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim

POISON

POISON. (ft. Pranav.Wav)

a track that happened suddenly, but its good, good good

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Nateki, Grioten, Scythermane - BREAKYOURBONES

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Lyrics

I love to watch the blood crawl
Down their face
Horror pinned inside their eyes
Heart starts to race
Please don't try to test my fuckin patience
You're such a waste
If you wanna give me something special
Give me some space

I wanna rip that smirk
Off his face
Leave him in a ditch
To decay

I wanna rip that smirk
Off his face
Leave him in a ditch
To decay

(Gashum's Verse)

I wanna rip that smirk
Off his face
Leave him in a ditch
To decay

I wanna rip that smirk
Off his face
Leave him in a ditch
To decay

I wanna see you
I wanna see you
I wanna see you
I wanna see you

I wanna see you
I wanna see you
I wanna see you
I wanna see you

CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL

CRAWL

CRAWL. (ft. Gashum) (Prod. Kill Dyll)

Lil Moulif - Black Fit (SEINARU SENSHI mix)

888PLAYA x Lil Moulif - Black Fit (888PLAYA remix)

watch em' bleed!

❇️ Spotify

watch em' bleed! (w/ Sadfriendd)

FUCK IT! (prod. dxnilukx)

amv: [https://youtu.be/MQvFsf_nj2Y]

lyrics:
Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rolling down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm preforming
Wait, I meant I'll perform, I got the bomb with it
Bitch him now he out of his form, I got his heart skipping
I got addiction to harm and I'm a dog nigga
Pistol stick him right in his jaw, I let him spar with it
Big dog barking off rip, keep the shells hot
Sinning like a winner
Master Splinter leave ya shell shocked
Hot piss on your coffin, drag the mailbox
Thinking bout dissing?
Imma stop him in his trail
Hot damn

Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Pistol in the club
I'm walking out, I got the Nina tucked
You got a problem come and solve it or don't bring it up
Lil shawty saw me at the mall, she trying to eat it up
Hopping out and popping at your squad because they weak as fuck

Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rollin down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm...

I'm bout that dough shit, I think he on that hoe shit (Oh no)
I lock and load, getting jiggy with that pole stick (Fo sho)
I'm bout to roll, shit get sticky, I'm corrosive (Low blow)
I caught a soul, stick extended, no emotion
Big extendo leave a stain
I crescendo with the blades
Hot as ever, see the devil when you step inside my gaze
Short temper, long shovel, come and dig your fucking grave
Come and find me in the bodies with some metal on my chain
All day...

Lean on it...
Choppa got a beam on it...
Bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda...

out on all platforms

deadervant's haunt (prod. shneaky x trippleD)

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BAKI // ROT©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

We are not the fuckin same
Don't compare me to no copies
No competition, Cuz I killed them like I'm Baki

Nobodies talk, all I hear is the static
Actin all hard, til they hear automatics
Pray to your God, if you got one then stop it
I'm sick of the fuckers, that talk like they got it

Talkin that shit say it once then he froze
Saying it twice, get him shot akimbos
Thirsty for cloud, like you fuckers are Hoes
Get off of my dick, lil bitch you get hosed 

Leave me alone
I hate when I see that you’re calling my phone
You all did me wrong
You talked down on me right inside of my home
I cut to the bone
To feel anything cause i’m always so numb
I pull out the gun and place it right inside my mafucking dome

I don’t care what you say
Look into my eyes do you think I fucking play
I know 100 different ways I could take apart your face
I hope you know I'd never lack I keep a blade right on my waist okay

I do all this for fun
I got this bitch on her knees like a nun
you pussy i know if i pull up you’ll run


Bitch I hope you fuckin
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot

Bitch I hope you fuckin
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot

Bitch I hope you fuckin

Came with the flows
Never came for the Hoes
Fame til it blows
Propane to the nose

Fuck what they think
What they say
What they know
Cocaine in the brain of the lames and the foes

Duckin n fuckin up all the fakes til they go

Mother fuckers are lucky I'm feelin great
Overdose

Can you run it I wonder 
You lookin slow in the dome

Put a 40 inside of it then we wait til it blows

Wait til the fade put a Cave in his face

Mother fuckers wanted pain you God damn disgrace

Illuminati I'm catching body on body

I never thought he was salty only wanted a hobby

Shout the pastor he claiming the south
My brother in Europe Kiraw is about to take over anyways

Fuck all the clout
We make it the petty way with or without 

Never came for the money only came for the woes
Rain for the funny 23s to the dome

We makin the money makin capitol
If that boy keep on cappin
I'm cappin his dome

You dirty little bitch
I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

You dirty little bitch
I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

BAKI // ROT (ft. Gashum)

Single 1 from upcoming album 'imploder'

prod @nimbustwokay & me
mixed by me

LYRICS

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like dru-
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

leave him red like he rudolf
Bonk him in the head till he lookin like a doodle      
I cant slice thru cuz the fuck blade too dull
had to fit him in a 2 door
Its hate venom in me cuz these snakes tryna grip on

Now try to push a word out you gon eat both boots
Bitch rappers put more shit out than their
booty holes spew
Let that thing dangle
Pull the lead out , toasted dude
then at night turn a bitch into a toaster strudel

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like dru-
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

*self imploded trash*

driving my head in the wall
i got a creek in the torso
and it’s flowing a hate of its own

I see red, all i see is red
everywhere I go
only red around me, i’m seeing red
all i see is red

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like druggin her lemonade
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

plenty perkys plus she pop em like they mint
swear to god that pussy bubble gum she pop that sugar pink
case beater, gucci mane, depp johnny
no game lobby but he left red dead bloody

from the dreads to the bed head they already know me
bread chubby, checks by the ten copies
i see red
i see red

I See Red

written / performed by @blckbrds x @dubich
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz x dubich

FEAR OF WHO?

FEAR OF WHO? w/ Dubich

A THREAD OF LIGHT

TWENTYTHREE, Istasha - PATCHWORK SPIDERS

Still Cold / Pathway Private

I DONT BELONG HERE

the notorious big - suicidal thoughts(izzamuzzic unofficial remix)

the notorious big X 2pac - runnin'(izzamuzzic unofficial remix)

Music Video: https://youtu.be/bmqwyWYDK3Y

Beat by @arthur-minasyan
Remixed by @tupacthugtheory

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(c) 2017

GANGSTER GANG

2Pac - Homeboyz (Tupac Thug Theory Remix)

2Pac - Fear Nothing (ft. Ice Cube)2017

https://G59RECORDS.COM

[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

they told me "heavy is the head that wears the crown"
which is why i'm always looking down
looking like i'm always down
another year 
another clown
another round
another down
another grave i dug
another stain that's on my gucci gown
flip a fucking cross when i cross dress
satan in the flesh
bitch i never gave a fuck about what they said
put a whole in a fuckboy head
his face a fucking mess
yeah his face look like some mesh
fishnet
he a fucking pussy but ruby no rookie
yet another god is what i fucking could be
if i ever left my room
my fucking tomb
dreary wishes bitch i'm doomed
the king of gloom
got imposters on the roster
claim they fostered what i offered
watch me zoom
fuck it

[VERSE II: YUNG CHRIST]

it's that motherfucking anti-christ born through immaculate conception
perspective or perception
sick and tired here's a lesson
fuck your god
i'm your god
i'm your false idol
killed your fucking archangel st. michael
it's that devil in disguise, bitch
everybody dies, bitch
electric chair to fry 
switch
say goodbye then i blow a kiss
everybody welcome to my heron paradise
all my demons colonize
G R E Y
it's the 5 to the 9
we are them dogs that will bite
dreams that terrorize your mind at night
i spy a loaded 9 mm
$UICIDE mind
slipping deeper
creeping out my motherfucking grave
creature corpse slick and plague always remain
praise thy grey
caesar of these fucking apes

KILL YOURSELF Part XVI: The Faded Stains Saga

GLOOM

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[VERSE I: HEARSE BOY]

fuck you 
suck my dick lil prick
choppa be off the xan
rope tied neck boy
gold grill
dope boy
ain't no limits to my city
bout it bout it
born dead
drug fiend
skinny gritty
face tatted
might be strapped
savage savage
semi semi ey
cut throat committee ey
give it to em raw
yung soulja slim from the darkside
grey stripes ey
turn em to a second line ey
hearse boy hearse boy
burn your body in the pine ey

[VERSE II: CHOKING BOY]

it's that former broke boy
breaking even in the 7th ward with bag of dope boy
hope the smoke will clear out by the morning
got me choking boy
whatchu hopin boy?
that we broken boys?
we ain't open boy, no
cut throat
blood spoke
504 got the furl in my pocket
your bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet so i flaked on her
told her meet me by the lake
yeah that's wear i stay
come and blow me like grenades

KILL YOURSELF Part XVII: The Suburban Sacrifice Saga

SECOND LINES COME WITH BROKEN SOULS

[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]

eyes stay bloodshot
both on fetty wap
let them roll back while them drugs do their job
same motherfuckers thinking that they still hot be the same motherfuckers i can't see at the top
6 double 6 til my crucifix
diagnosed a lunatic
blood on me no need to rinse
been dead for years no need to slit
suboxone strips so i don't slip
but all my cravings still exist
shit
sometimes i just need that fix
sometimes i just need that drip
voices say you need that bitch
convinced i'm made to die with it
scripts stay piled up with my sins
sniffing them pills all i feel is bliss
falling from a cliff no saving $lick
fate laid out no changing it
found my piece
accept it
that i am my own apocalypse

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

digital villain
the sin of the internet
your wifi password is incorrect throw up the set
G59 in full effect
cigarette smoke silhouette
me and slick sloth in the trunk of the vette with pouya in the front headed straight for the check
stains on the blades
no that ain't wet paint
that's your favorite fucking rappers brains on the pavement 
typical drug addict
fictional love at it's finest
i'm pissing away my whole life and it's fine because ruby the cherry is physical
i'm just a piece of shit trying to shine
ignorant swine
what a pitiful try
bitch i'm ripping out spines
$OUTH$IDE$UICIDE
sifting through pine just so i can get high one more time
let me shout i'm high til i die

KILL YOURSELF Part XVIII: The Fall of Idols Saga

I AM THE APOCALYPSE

[VERSE I: YUNG PLAGUE]

rip out a piece of my rib and give it to a bitch
as the snake whispers to her "ruby does not fucking exist"
so i bit off the head then i chewed it and spit it out
fell to the ground as i puked up and flipped around
scales started forming i think that now i am the snake
i am the one they call plague who will never escape
will forever remain
the omega
the alpha
the chosen one sent here to reign
who saves all the slaves?
lil plague breaking chains
jesus christ was never raised from the dead 
he rots away
burn a church and watch the flames
autumn embers turn to grey
wooden crosses in decay
the flock of sheep now fucking slain

{VERSE II: LIL REMAINS}

run up with the mother fucking mac
on attack
shoot back
gat gat
he flat
leave them bodies where they lay
let they mothers cry and pray
nina nina
oh nina
i need you bad up in my life
them heathens that scheming
look dead or something like demons, woah
smash a 40oz on the cop cars
probably just popped five bars
sipping hydro
got a bad cough
indica dripping down the cigar
its that dope head
drug fiend
mug mean
lonely
shut the fuck up
yall annoy me

FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME UNTIL THE END OF TIME

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

ruby got a problem
ruby at the bottom
ruby fucking up
he gotta alotta empty bottles
ruby full throttle
toolie no condom
bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column
dollars got me honest
honestly without a prophet
probably spent all his profit
yeah that's fucking right i copped it
romeo with all the toxins
roll me dope i'll lip lock it
blackened lungs from all the (coughing)
fuck all these lames
all yall so obsessed with names
all yall dress the fucking same
$UICIDE 
i'm out the game
blame it on the fame
i'm so sick of my own name
i'm so distant from the reigns
i'm riling up a hurricane

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]

popping oxy
snorting roxy
body feeling like a zombie
never been a role model
never hear me say sorry
7th ward dragon breathing fire while i'm slicing necks
sixth sense deathwish 
laughing at the fucking threats
slick the one to ask you what you gon do?
nothing fool
i've been suicidal with them drugs up in my mama's womb
all these poppies
cock the shotty
barrell pressed against my body
photocopies all around me
$UICIDE just call the posse
kill em sloppy
bitch we godly
double cup that's filled with yella
dread head cracker from the ghetto
don't say hello
you ain't my woadie
all your friends are dead?
mine been dead since kids
100 more in angola serving like behind the pen

KILL YOURSELF Part XIX: The Deep End Saga

FAILURE BY DESIGN

FOLLOW ME AND @mutrubeats

I hear these fucking 808s in my sleep,
I lurk in the night, tiptoe when I reap,
dark from my nightmares and light from my dreams combine to making something that I do not believe,

cherry picking all the sins I confess, I got more in the vault do not think that I’m blessed
I’m alone and depressed probably more than the rest, imma sickness yeah I am a shot to the chest 

youre a waste bitch
fuck up your life with just one swing of the blade bitch 
blade rip
we are so ignorant we do not give only take shit 
face split 
swinging my fist and leaving your face on the pavement 
gimme payment
or I’ll be the doctor submitting your ass as a patient 

fully focused I am not wasting time, imma travel that road and take back what is mine,
imma fuck up your life, wanna test me I dare you to look in my eye step over the line 
RVMAN posted yeah that’s triple the threat 
RVMAN posted yeah we talking your breath
RVMAN posted leaving your brain exposed 
yeah we pull up on you we the bringer of death 

grip the magnum till my hands start to sweat 
grip the magnum till they all end up dead 
grip the magnum till I fill they ass up with so many round they are then made of lead 

I suggest that you all do not fuck with me 
think that ur tough till I pull up to ur city 
my shootas is ghosts they will not end up guilty
my Draco is bloated boutta make it skinny 

Crucify me im a threat to the populous that’s the only way that you will be stopping us, 
we have a plan to rip out your esophagus 
yuh lil boi we talking your consciousness,

STEP OVER THE LINE LIL BOY LIKE YUH x4

[AMV]

StepOverTheLine [Prod. mutru] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

An exclusive track from Access Denied Vol. 2

@ogodthedeity
@smokingawoodwitchobaeay

Corruption - OGODTHEDEITY X WRXTH (prod. MathiasTyner) [ADV2 Exclusive]

An older track i remade and re mixed for the time being as i can't record very frequently anymore. 

Lyrics_

I Contort

SPOILER SPOILER
Artwork, mix, master and prod by a fucking moron

Lyrics:
Cold cut carbon 
I run in synthetic armor 
Going unapologetic 
Not ready to beg a pardon 
Black Forest 
I’m not in that when I store it 
Like a piss I’m Unimportant 
hmm yes I rather see this gutted 

Cut fold crease
Underwater blanket problem
I don’t want an anchor stay the same out of my endless bottom 

Got blind seams under my sillouhette It seems 
Hypothetic I’m honored, Im on it 

Useless, no buck for my two cents 
Take off straight rot and I’m lucid 
Your shit; Wikipedia of nuisance 
Translate and the page is hitting mood swings 

Bark like any dog 
I never forget but I forgot 
I was in the cover doing my part 
And I could stop 
Demented enter memory box 
So cut to black and I get the bends I got my brain in a bottle suspended 

Fuck 
Now I gotta get it from an altered source 
I can’t afford it 
Fuck 
I don’t wanna give another in to the background noise 
Assorted 
Fuck 
Bath and they cut drops
Drip saliva mouth un-boarded 
Fuck 
Spit it into my mouth and call me crazy
Fuck it up

Useless, no buck for my two cents 
Take off straight rot and I’m lucid 
Your shit; Wikipedia of nuisance 
Translate and the page is hitting mood swings 

Head gone far 
End Tame Mute

Carbon Anchor

Dying Dog (Prod. CXRPSE)

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"I Am Your God" (feat. Kashimotu)[prod. FRDM]

read the lyrics to this song carefully 
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so i lack the vegetation
and my mental state vacationed
like to see red, see ahead

pull complexion off a home phone
forehead to her little anklebone
she provided from some silicone
actions louder than a megaphone
seeing as speaking on topics and homie was singled & fought it
you see me as a lower, aint that so mythodic.
our purpose is episodic like gin and some fkn tonic
my body bionic.

now they celebrate my lonely life
THIS IS A KNIFE FIGHT
now they celebrate my lovely life
STRAIT FROM THE DEATH'S SCYTH

back off im manic, im simple. i panic.
i freak out when situations all go FRANTIC
manifestation of hurtful with meaning
im far from a feeling. im beneath the ceiling.
im healing.

SHE SEE RED (PROD. ISTASHA)

I see how it is now.
featuring @drear26
produced by @ventingpalace

TWENTYTHREE, Istasha - PATCHWORK SPIDERS

AL3X