It's weird how you don't realize how great you actually my dude

tbh, I feel like this is one of afourteen's best verses

MUSIC VIDEO - https://youtu.be/Cx54hbiqEtM

i’m dead (x7)
so leave me
dead (x5)
blood everywhere
throw a pipe bomb at the ‘fected
do not go there 
P220 double inspected

lit stoag, when i use the pump shotgun
blowing down the smoker
M16 make loud brr brr
yeah her, getting ran through by the gutter
spiked bat gonna discipline you like mother

imma leave your ass for dead
no escaping my fucking infrared
chrome shotgun taking off his head
he wearing lead
you acting cool but i know that your dumbass infected
the blood of pool making you mothafucking erected
i should’ve fucking expected
that i can’t get out your mentions
i haven’t been the same since i got all those in house suspensions

been by myself everyday
i don’t give a fuck like what you say
torture world up on my K
i know you bad time, don’t care to talk
it’s your fault
hit your stop
i’m tired of getting of top
from your lame ass style all up and licking the fucking cock
hit me on the beeper
shit that i’m selling leave you dead like jeepers creepers
she sucking on the tats on my neck like a leecher
we used to hit weed outta skateboard spacers under bleachers

lit stoag, when i use the pump shotgun
blowing down the smoker
M16 make loud brr brr
yeah her, getting ran through by the gutter
spiked bat gonna discipline you like mother

LEFT 4 DEAD - (PROD. ZEMAR)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JALdPdRohhI

Way too many ways, To fill your heart with waste,
Are your pockets full of filth? Are you feeling
out of place? Don't wait, I'm on my way.
I gotta lot of love in me, I gotta give it all away.
Empty inside, But physically abundant, I cannot
feel this object, only touch it.

Did you really change your ways?
Did you really give her space?
Gotta pocket full of filth?
Come and throw it in my face.

You don't know how to talk to me.
But you cried in my sheets
Your snot in my sleeve
Baby, please don't leave. (X2)

No, babe. You do not know what I think.
Are you tried of me? 
Is it harder to see, then why you wanted me?
Fantasized what i'd be?

We could, Be what they tell, And they read of
In the stories that they used to read
To the youth, and teach. You know it's not.

Ooohh, I'm out of touch
I can't tell what is what
Want a night at my place? Or a brand new face?
Got a pocket full of filth? Might as well get maced.

Ooohh I can't keep up,
Fuck this i've had enough
My heart, Gave it all to you
Is it really true?
Is it clear we're through?

You don't know how to talk to me.
But you cried in my sheets
Your snot in my sleeve
Baby, please don't leave. (X2)

Girl you don't say
Every damn day
Like i don't know everything gon' be okay
Girl you don't say
Every damn day
Like i don't know everything gon' be okay

We gon' be alright, We gon' be alright, We gon' be alright, i know it

Ooohh, You know it not gon', Wait for us, girl. In the last straw

I don't know why you talk to me,
But you are my peace
My one and only
Baby please don't leave

I don't know why you talk to me,
But you are my peace
My one and only
Baby please don't leave

I HATE THIS PLACE THE MEDS DONT WORK IVE BEEN HERE FOR 7 YEARS

Pocket Full of Filth

Pocket Full Of Filth (Prod. Wendigo) (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

SHOUTOUT ICP

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

Think before I speak, uh huh
No practice ‘fore I preach, uh huh
Ion stream, I’m bumping leaks, uh huh
I’m geeked up in my seat
I’m up all night, I’m up all week, uh huh
Your sleep is for the weak, uh huh
Blue light come out my screen, uh huh
I post before I eat, uh huh

Like bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit in me
Life too short for misery
Living on my twitter feed
I’m dmt and ketamine
Serotonin, dopamine
There really is no hope for me
But ain’t that how it’s supposed to be
The algorithm’s broken me
That’s all I got
These thoughts don’t do nothing but just stir inside the pot
Too many opinions, they just bring my brain rot
Eggs all in a basket, eventually become a
Bird brain

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

bird brain (prod. shaggy the airhead of ICP)

Words and ideas can change the world.

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Free DL

DUKE - Dead Poets

zonedout - CYBER WAVE (prod. phntmzn bR)

INTO THE VOID (FEAT. AFOURTEEN)(PROD. WENDIGO)

prod. beamy

beamy leave my dog in my tesla

i leave my dog in my tesla
i'm so flexed up beamy droppin breadcrumbs
and if we listin by the tier i'm the S one
you the F one i'm the best one

yah yah!

if you shop at whole foods you gettin played
it's a shame you know beamy dont like that fight back
light that mofucka blaze
i'm in first place in a race cross the range
you might wanna give your brain a lil space toss the rage
for your sake for your fate for your day make a change
got no plate you emaciated time to break away
fuck the pain fuck a fix get the fuck out the state

put that gun down if you come round the work house
let ya lungs rest aint do that and it hurts now
keep ya head up then ya thoughts tend to burst out
where you'll end up bein alive aint the worst now

yah yah yah yah

i did xans one time
it was the worst decision i had ever made in my life
it was worse than every time i ever thought that i was dying
i wouldn't remember one the halves of that night
i just hit a limit i dont want no more modelos
beamy wasnt even pissin the inside of me was yellow
shoutout spider gang for handin me a muthafuckin pillow
at this rate who in existence guessin where we finna go

yea its a scorched earth 
yea its a scorcher

BEAMY (PROD. BMG)

prod. muppy

red on the rags switchin hands like a swap meet
swift on the tracks with attacks call it godspeed
splint on the wrist breaking fists on the concrete 
lift and its all me
black widow wan
spin in remiss for the fix you a type beat
stick with the writ i wont miss if they like me
sit in ya stitch keep it lit do the right thing
why you need to spite me

talk bland with glass in hand
whats left of everything
yall tracks a passin trend
fuck bands i sell these plans
drunk as fuck in the bathroom
i can take throw away bring it back too
ima have to smack you
eatin meat and stealin lobster feed em rat food
no cap dude

i be wan expose em to the truth and they wont have it
every single blueprint stuffed under the mattress
tryna get off butane smokin with some matches
smokin it aint lastin i aint finna pass it
i just copped the legal weed
no one is illegal g
migration is a natural right and you gon see defeat
and i'm only human
but i aint stupid
i aint clueless, i make energy and loop it

GODSPEED (PROD. MUPPY)

ODD  (w/ FL.VCO)

lyrics:
used to have people that love me
start treating me like i’m nothin
now i’m like an emo bitch
and you a wrist that i’m cuttin
time to change the discussion 
because i’m coming no russian
clear the enemy faggot 
fucks 
and i’m uppercutting 
i grew up in new york
and left by slamming the door
leave my presence known
i dipped and now they begging for more
leave a bitch on the floor
i gotta go to the store
i’m in a van equip my rifle
i got hate to the core 
i hate niggas you can see it in my veins 
spider unit i ingrave it in my brain 
everybody fucking clones it’s all the same
i don’t want it ima crash it like a plane 

i’m a overlord
of the underground
hear in my sound
no one making noise 
no one coming round 
know they wanted more
looking like some clowns
and i’m pressure bound
bitch i gotta win
and i want it now 

pussy i ain’t heard of you
i might murder you
come and try
to fuck a nigga up
if you got courage to 
you a fuck nigga
you ain’t even worth the tool
pull up looking 
like a fucking skeleton
i’m hurting you

Listen

OVERLORD

Produced by Wendigo

@bruhmanegoddd
@flvd415

INTO THE VOID (FEAT. AFOURTEEN)(PROD. WENDIGO)

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