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Fukkit - Savor (Prod. ghost/\/ghoul)

Miami Hotboy

Engineered by @saintf
Jokes On You EP coming soon!
#MembersOnly

30 (Prod. CaptainCrunch) [Bonus]

10 Fukkit - Polo Man (Prod. Vinny Chango$)

05 Fukkit - NASCAR (Prod. Onlytheflyest)

Shoot! (Ft. Brando) [THIS SHOULD BE PLAYED AT HIGH VOLUME, PREFERABLY IN A RESIDENTIAL AREA]

DYING SEASON
DYING SEASON
DYING SEASON
201666

Mixed by: Spark Sum'n

Grim Reaper (Prod. Mistified) [Intro by Sabino]

ENGINEERED BY HMYE

LYRICS:

I WANT YOU TO LIE TO ME/ LIE TO ME/ 
(FUCK IT ALL)

DO AS YOU WISH (PROD. HMYE) [SNIPPET]

mixed/mast. by Swerzie

Is This Beauty coming very soon...

lyrics:

think you know me cause of pigeons/
This just the start I get gold in this rap game Olympics my finger tip lay on that trigger it's chilling for years I been plotting so now let's go get it/ 

I'm bout to invest in real estate/ 
I'm under the table at dinner dates/ 
My rivals think highly and sit afraid/ 
While my fanbase just sitback and meditate/ 

FEAR IN YO DNA DAMN U MIGHT DIE TODAY/ 
THIS THE WAY THAT I FEEL EVERY FUCKING DAY/ 
IF THEY WANT ME TO SNAP THEN ILL GO INSANE/
IF YOU WANNA RESPOND DON'T SIT BACK AND WAIT/

I WILL RIP THE WHOLE LIFE OUT YOUR BODY/ NO THAT'S NOT PROBABLY YOU WANT IT THEN START IT/

IT'S VICTORY SEASON I'M BREAKING THE MARGINS AND AIMING AT TARGETS THATS WANNABE PARTNERS/ 

LAST NIGHT I LET A PISTOL BLOW/ UP TIL DAWN ALONE/ FELT MY SOUL AS IT RESISTS BELOW/ CONTRADICT MY HOPES/ NOW THEY KNOW THEY CANNOT COME APPROACH, AIMING FOR YA THROAT/ 
I DONT KNOW IF I AM SLOWLY DYING OR IF I AM GHOST/

MIDNIGHT WIT ME/
GANG ON THE STREET,
SAID THE GAME IS OVER THIS THE MIDNIGHT RELEASE/ 

SLIDE ON ME PLEASE,
LEAVE ME DECEASED, 
 GO HEAD POP THAT LIL PILL SO IT PUT YOU TO SLEEP/ 

WATCH OUT FOR BLOOD/
STAY CALM MY SONS/
ONE AND ONLY ONE LOVE/
ONE MAN ONE PUNCH/

1Punch (Prod. Phosphate)

PROD. BLVC SVND
MIXED BY CHRIS VAYLE
Available on ITunes: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1288369838?ls=1&app=itunes

LYRICS:

WHY SO IMPATIENT THINK HE MAD ABOUT HIS CURRENT STATUS/

KEEP PUTTING ON THEM FAKE IMPRESSIONS THAT'S GON TAKE YOU PLACES/

CHECK WHAT MY NAME IS I'M NOT FAMOUS WONDER WHERE I AIM AT?/

HE SAY HIS PISTOL DRAWN I KNOW THAT'S PENCIL WHERE THAT FADE AT?/

GO HEAD JUST THROW THAT SHADE BACK/ YO BITCH AND ME GO WAY BACK/HOW DARE I EVEN SAY THAT THOUGHT YOU MIGHT ENJOY THE PLAY BACK/

WONDER HOW I MAKE BREAD I DON'T THAT'S WHY I STARVE LIKE STRAY RATS/

SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS SEEMS LIKE IM THE ONE THAT GETS MY PAY BACK/

GIVE ME DAT GIVE ME DAT GIVE ME DAT TOP/ SHIMMY YA SHIMMY YA, DANCE ON MY COCK/ GREEN LIGHT GIVE IT GAS BITCH DONT STOP/ SMOKING ON FLOCK BOUT TO KODAK BOP/ 
GET ME THAT GET ME THAT GET ME THAT GUAP/
BOY KICK ROCKS HOW I BALL CALL SHOTS/ 
MONEY BAG MONEY BAG MONEY BAG SHOP/
BODY GON DROP LIKE NASDAQ STOCK/

GREEN ON ME CEELO, ROB LIKE DINERO, I PUT THE PUMP TO HIS KNEE AND I D.ROSE, UNLOAD THEN RELOAD, TURNING THE KEYHOLE, PLAY MY CARDS RIGHT I COULD BUY THE CASINO/
BITCH NEVER SLEEP ON MY DICK CAUSE IT'S WOKE/ INHALE MY NUT LIKE SOME BLOW NUMB THROAT/ WHITE GIRL ON PURO COLOMBIAN COKE BY THE WAY THAT SHE CHOKE I CAN TELL SHE DONT SMOKE/

DON'T CALL ME DRAKE WIT MY WOES/ 
SHAWTY JUST WONT LET ME GO/
THIS AINT THAT DIFFICULT BRO/
YOU ON SOME SIMPLE SHIT MOE/
I MOLLIWHOP HIM IN HIS SWEAT SHIRT, 
THAT 30 GON MAKE SURE YO CHEST HURT, HIS BLOOD BOUT TO GIVE HIM A RED SHIRT, HE FLEXIN PUT HIM ON A STRE-TCHER/ THESE NIGGAS STILL THINK THEY SO CLE-VER/ I PICK UP THE PACK LIKE SOME LEG WORK/ U KNOW I DO ART U CAN'T CEN-SOR/ I PAINTED HER FACE IT'S MY BEST WORK/ 
LIKE A SOLDIER MY BITCH GON SAY YES SIR/ I DON'T EVEN RESPOND AND SHE CHECK FIRST/ WRONG AS FUCK IF YOU THINK WE CAN NET-WORK/ U SUCK DICK SO I KNOW THAT YO NECK HURT/

Las Ovejas Mueren (Sheep Die) (Prod. BLVC SVND)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I BETTER MIND MY BUSINESS,
PRETEND I AINT HEAR IT JUST PASS AWAY QUICKLY WITH NO INTERFERENCE/ 

IF I SHOOT OUT THE CLUB INNER SPIRIT GET TAKEN LIKE LIAM JUST WALK OUT AND CLEAR IT/ 

WHEN I CALL OUT YO NAME HE AINT HEAR IT BUT DARE SAY A WORD BOUT ME NO ONE COME NEAR ME/ 

ITS AN OBVIOUS FACT THAT THEY FEAR ME AVOID IT AS MUCH AS THEY CAN BUT THEY HEAR IT NIGGA/

NO YOU CANT NOW/
BROUGHT IT BACK DOWN/
JUST TO DROP IT ON HEAD LIKE SMACKDOWN/ 
FUKK IMMEDIATELY TAKING IT BACK PAL/
WHILE THEY STUCK TRYNNA COPY MY LAST SOUND/
OKAY I SEE YOU TAKE THAT ROUTE/
MAYBE THAT'S WORKING FOR FAST CLOUT/ UNDERAGE BITCH WIT THE CLASS CLOWN, BUT THE LABEL SEE HIM AS A CASH COW/ 

MARY KATE RIGHT OUT THE DROP TOP WHIP/ 
MEDICATE SMOKING 2 BLUNTS THAT'S TWINS/
ENEMIES SWEET AS SOME DARK LIGHT KISS/
MAKING APPEARANCES KILLING YALL KIDS/
WATCH HOW YOU TALK OR I PASS TIGHT FIST/
MAKING MY WAY WHILE THEY MAKING UP SHIT/ 
THEY FEED THE SHEEP AND ITS BIT BY BIT/
ALL OF YO STYLES WAS BIT LIKE SHIT/ 

NIGGA WALK UP/
THEN HE GET CUT, NIP TUCK/ 
GOD HE GOT SLUMPED/ 
UNDER THAT SKIN GET STUCK/

Nip, Tuck (Prod. BLVC SVND)

First single off "Exitium," coming soon.

Lyrics:

PRIVATE PARTIES WITH THE 1 PERCENT/
SHOOTING ALL ATTENDANTS AT THIS MARVELOUS AND GRAND EVENT JUST DISPLAYING MY TALENTS GOT A PAST OF POST TRAUMATIC STRESS/ SLEEPING ON A WALL THAT'S WHAT MY BACKS AGAINST/ BRACE YOURSELF WHEN FUKKIT QUICKLY GRASPS THE PEN IMMACULATELY DASHES LINES THAT CRACKS THE NECKS OF ALL OBJECT/
SHUN'EM LET HIM LIVE OR SHOULD I BASH HIM DEAD ILL ASK AGAIN/
SHOULD I KILL THEM ALL OR LET THEM CRASH INSTEAD/
CAUSING ALL THESE RAPPERS TO LOSE BALANCE GETTING LOST AND MAD THEY LAST AGAIN/ 
SHOULD I SHOW COMPASSION FOR THE PASSIONLESS IS MY QUESTION/
SIMPLE ANSWERS NEVER GRANT THE HARDENED HEAD A HAPPY END/ 
MAYBE IM NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW/
STILL HERE WITH THE BOASTING FLOW SHOWBOATING WHILE I MOTORBOAT HER WETTER THAN A COASTAL COVE/ 
DOING SHOWS, 
COAST TO COAST AND HOUSE TO HOUSE, BROKE THEM DOORS, GIVE MOUTH TO MOUTH TO ALL YOUR WHORES SHE PANTING WHILE SHE CHOKES SOME MORE/ 
PISTOL POKE YO POST MALONE, NO SKI MASK ON GET TOASTED WARM,
IT'S CLOSE TO WAR, TIME FOR POSTAL CARDS AND NOTES THAT WONT COME HOME/

NOBODY ELSE HIDES AND SURVIVES FROM THIS DAY FORWARD/
ITS A CONSTANT MONOTONOUS SWINGING WITHIN UNCONSCIOUS AND NOW THEY BOUT TO SEE WHAT THEY ALL PRAYED FOR/ 
NIGGAS FINNA HAVE TO WAIT IN LINE CAUSE THEY PAID FOR IT/ 
THIS THAT BARREL TO THE MOTHERFUCKING FACE SHIT THE SAME TIP OF GRACE YALL LIL GIMMICKS NEEDA TASTE QUICK/
JUDGE FACING THE DIRECTION OF THE PLAINTIFF WIT BLOOD STAINED HATRED THAT DRIPS DOWN PAGES/ 
WHAT IS LIFE AT THIS POINT NOTHING REALLY JUST A STROLL-THROUGH CONCEPT/ KNOW YOU WANNA OBJECT BUT PROCESS PROGRESS/ CAN YOU EVEN SEE A BETTER PLACE WITHIN THIS DARK MESS, HUMANKIND CONQUEST?/ 
WATCH WHEN THE TIME STOPS-A-TICK/
LET IT ALL FALL DOWN CROSSING THE BRIDGE, ITS A SHAME HOW ITS GONE DOWN DROPS LIKE A TWIG SNAPSHOTS OF A TIME LAPSE LOST IN ABYSS/

Mortem (Prod. The Virus And Antidote)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I GREW UP WITH A SENSE OF MYSELF/
THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND THEM/ 
HOW MY WORDS BOUT TO SLICE'EM SO THIN LIKE THEY TRYNNA CUT WEIGHT ON THEY WAY TO THE GYM/
TRAINING DAY BUT THEY SIT BY THE BENCH/ SPOT A NIGGA SHIT GETTING SUSPENSEFUL/ TEACHING SOMETHING THE MOMENT I TEST YOU ERASE YOUR EXISTENCE JUST USING A PENCIL/
TANGO DOWN CAUSE HE MOVED IN MY RADIUS STOP ALL THAT PLAYING SHIT TURN OFF YO CONSOLE UNPLUG YO PLAYSTATION BITCH/ BY THE WAY THIS IS JUST GETTING STARTED IM OFFA BLUE PILL SO PLUG ME INTO MATRIX TANK/
STILL THEY WANNA SAY DEM IS SIMILAR HEARING YOUR STYLES SOUND OFTLY FAMILIAR/ WHY THEY WANT COPY ME THEN CLAIM ORIGINAL  PROVES THAT THEIR FUCKING DELIRIOUS/ 
AND YO LIL SISTER BI-CURIOUS LAUGH IT OFF QUICK WHILE I LOOK AT YOU SERIOUS/ BITCH I HIT LICKS AND IM CLEARING'EM I AM THE ONE AINT NO OTHER SINCERELY HIM/ 
COVER YOUR FACE LIKE KENNY,
MOST OF THESE RAPPERS JUST FACE LIKE PENNIES/ I GOT A WHITE REDHEAD LIKE WENDY, WHILE MOST OF THESE CLIQUES LIKE ED, EDD, EDDY/ 
I HOLD THE BURNER AND BLAST TIGHT STEADY/ 
RUNNING THE FOREST I FUCKS ON JENNY/
I GOT THE WOP AND 1 EYE ON FETTY,
DONT CARE BOUT THE GUAP OR YOUR IPHONE SILLY/ 
IM CHILLING WITH DEATH LIKE BILLY IM POINTING THE BEAM AINT NO FLASHLIGHT JIMMY/ 
WATCH THESE LIL NIGGAS GET PETTY I PROMISE MY JOB IS TO EMPTY ON PLENTY/

FORMULA BITE MINE HEAVY/
I MAKE SURE HIS BLOODLINE ENDING/
I MAKE SURE MY LIMELIGHT READY FOR QUALITY FILMING THIS PUBLIC BEHEADING/ 

BITCH I CRAWLED UP FROM THAT DIRT NAP WATCH MY HANDS RUB JUST LIKE BIRDMAN I CONTROL THOSE BODIES ERMAC CANT NOBODY STOP ME HEARD THAT/ 
YALL ARE VERMIN,
THAT FANBASE A BURDEN,
THAT I KNOW FOR CERTAIN WET YO BLOCK UP FUCK A BIRDBATH/ 

MAYBE I DONT GIVE A FUCK, BOUT NOBODY BUT MYSELF, MADE TSUNAMIS AND EXCELLED NOW IM LEFT WONDERING LIKE WHAT ELSE?
CARDS THAT I BEEN DEALT,
TOP NOTCH BITCH GOT SKILLS,
FAVORITE RAPPER CANT PAY BAIL,
BUT HE COLD BLOODED CAUSE HE SAY HE GOT SCALES/

Formula (Prod. Phosphate)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LP2GIahwWDg
mixed by twd

lyrics:

DIGGING DEEP HOLD THE SHOVEL, 
SCRAPING DIRT OUT MY FINGER-NAILS GOT THESE SCRAPES ON MY KNUCKLES/ 
I WORK THE NIGHT SHIFT,
GRAVEYARD WHERE THE LIGHT DIM AND DOUBLE THE DARKEST NIGHT CREPT IM CUDDLED UP WITH THE KNIFE SEEING DOUBLE RIGHT OUT MY IRIS/

EYELESS-HANGING-HEAD IN THE CUPBOARD, I SLEEP BESIDE IT/

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WITH DRIED UP BLOOD ON MY EYELIDS I DISAPPEAR IN THE SILENCE/

*WHEW*

BRING ME BACK LIKE ORIGINAL TEEN TITANS, YOU, FUCKING WITH A LION NOT A HYMEN SAVE YOUR BREATH LIKE THE HEIMLICH MANEUVER THROUGH YOUR COMPUTER THROUGH ALL YOUTUBER SCREENS/
WHO THE FUCK REALLY UNDER THE INFLUENCING NUMBERS AND STYLISTICALLY BUNDLED UP EVERY NEW RELEASE/ 

NOT YOUR HONOR I JUDGE YOU FOR ACTING STUPIDLY CURIOUS,
LOOK, 
MAY I CONVINCE YOU TO CHANGE PERSPECTIVE THIS HEARING IS BOOKED/ 
CAUSE YOUR CONCEPTION OF SELF IS FRANKILY DELIRIOUS THOUGHT I MENTIONED IT/ 

I KNOW PERCEPTION MYSTERIOUS BUT THE FACT IS AS CLEAR AS IT SHOULD/ 
STAND IN THE LIGHT SO I SEE YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'S AS GOOD/ 
IM MENTALLY STRAINING AND DONE/
ENOUGH TO BE PAID IN SOME FUNDS/
HIGHER THAN ANYONE OFF THIS BLUNT THAT IM SMOKING FOR LUNCH/
I DROP AND I CLEAN UP THE CRUMBS/ 
RIDING THE BEAT TO THE PUNCH/ 
LINE UP YA TEETH TO THE FRONT/
KICK'EM THAN SPIT THE BLOOD INNA CUP TIL HE LEANING PO-UP/
PULL UP THAN LIGHT YA BLOCK WIT A POLE TIL ITS HOT LIKE THE SUN/

just shut the fuck up for once, please.. holy shit (Prod. MKULTRA) *vid in desc*

lyrics:

STEP IN MY VICINITY FUCK AWAY YOUR VIRGINITY OFF THE TOP LIKE A KENNEDY DEADLY IF IM YOUR ENEMY PUSH ME/ 

I GUESS YALL NIGGAS REALLY WANNA SEE WHAT IT COULD BE, AND THE GLOCK GOT A DICK WATCH HOW IT MAKE YOU A PUSSY/ 

LOOKING OUT FOR THE TARGET I GOTTA SPOTTER YOU CAUGHT UP WITHOUT A DOLLAR INSIDE YO WALLET IM ON IT I GOT IT/

WHY THE FUCK IS YOU RUSHING ME WHILE YOUR PEOPLE ARE STALLING LOOKING RETARDED BUT THEY IN COLLEGE MY GOD ITS IRONIC/



GOT THE SPEED LIKE SONIC/

ITS WHATEVER YO GOTTI I KEEP THE PIECE LIKE GHANDI/ 

WHILE THEY TRYNNA COME FIND ME IS WHEN I CREEP UP BEHIND’EM AND WHERE MY PAIN IS CONFINED IN MY PEACE OF MIND CANT FIND IT/ 

SMOKING GAS HIGH MILEAGE/ 

NIGGAS SOFT IM SOLID/ 

DOING PRESS UPS AT THE GYM BUT YOU CANT FLEX HARD BODY/ 

THANK ME LATER MOTHERFUCKER CAUSE I AINT DONE SORRY/ 

AND I NEED IT ASAP NO BARI OR CARTI/ 

GUARANTEED I WANT THE SMOKE R.I.P BOB MARLEY/ 

CAMERAMAN GON HAVE TO FOLLOW ME IT LOOK LIKE MAURY WHEN I ENTER YOUR RESIDENTIAL IN THE HOUSE LIKE COREY/ 

ITS ALL THE SAME OLD STORY AND MATTER FACT YALL BORING ME IMMA KILL IT:

EVERY TIME I DO IT THATS ANOTHER WAVE THAT I INFLUENCE THEY GO AND PURSUE IT NOW YOUR FAVORITE RAPPER IS MY STUDENT SMART ENOUGH TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU DO IS LOOKING FOOLISH WHEN COMPARED TO ME WHICH WHY WOULD THEY I THINK ITS SO AMUSING/ 



BITCH BACK BACK WIT A ROUNDHOUSE SMOKING ON SOME SHIT THAT MAKE YOU THINK YOU WIT A LOUDMOUTH/ 

WHY I GOT THE SAUCE LIKE SAURKRAUT,

YOU NIGGAS AINT BALLIN LESS YA SNEAKERS JUST LIKE BOW WOWS/ 

ALL APART THE SYSTEM OF A DAMNED DOWN YOU GON FEEL THE BULLET FOR YOU RECOGNIZE THE DAMN SOUND/

AND I SHOOT IT LONG RANGE BROAD DAY SO IM MAKING SURE WE SEE IT PAN OUT MAN DOWN/ 



I GOT A HOBBY, 

COLLECTING BODIES,

IM SENDING THEM SHOTS AT YO SHAWTY WIT KAMI MY TOMMY GOT TIMING MY DICK LONG AS RAMEN/

SHE DO WHAT I SAY SO LIKE SIMON/ X2



Vicinity of Obscenity hook

Fukkit - Vicinity (Prod. Y$57)

Lyrics:

I KICK MY FEET UP WITH THIS RAP SHIT,

YALL NEEDA RELAX QUICK, PATHETIC TRYNNA CHANGE WHAT YOU MEANT TO SAY LIKE AN ASTERISK/ I KEEP MY PAST BEHIND ME DONT MEAN YOU WONT GET YOUR ASSKICKED AND BITCHSMACKED LIKE YOUR DAD DID YOUR MOMMA WHEN YOU WORE PAMPERS/ 

IN A FASHION YOU’D WRESTLE WITH RATIONALE BUT THE MOMENT YOU LEFT THE HOUSE WANNA DROWN HIM IN A CANAL PUT THE PISTOL UP TO HIS MOUTH SO HE’D SHUT THE FUCK UP ALOUD FOR A MOMENT,

WISH THEY HAD FUCKING DISOWNED YOU NOW BLACKING OUT FOR A MOMENT/

GOTTA RUN FROM SUSPICION/ 

KEEN SENSES FROM HYPER-VIGILANT STRETCHED INTUITION BECAME YOUR FIRST INHIBITION/ 

IN THIS MOVIE OF LIFE YOU PROBABLY COULD NEVER AUDITION, CANT USE NO COLLEGE TUITION PREDISPOSITION IS SCRIPTED/



FEELING SO WORTHLESS BUT WORTH A MENTION NOW FOR RHYMING IN A WORLD FULL OF PAID ACTORS WIT HAND ME DOWNS THAT BEND DOWN TO YOU OTHER RAP ACTORS THAT ACT AS GATEKEEPERS FOR SHIT TO RAP ABOUT WONDER WHY NIGGAS LAUGHING NOW AT MY CRAFT/

SIT IN BACK OF MY CLASS WHILE MY CHEEKS ARE GRINNING I LAUGH AND I PAY ATTENTION HOW SAD IM MAKING YOUR LIFE IN A FLASH OF MY NEWEST LINES/ 

CONSIDER HOW I FIND TIME TO MAKE SURE THAT I UNWIND WHILE DAMAGING YOUR LUNG, SPINE, AND OTHER BODILY CONFINES/ 

AS VIOLENT AS COLUMBINE WHEN I FIND THE WORDS TO COMBINE AND MY MINDS A HIGH-RISE, A SLY GUY, UNWILLING TO COMPROMISE WHILE I SKY DIVE, 

AND NOSE BLEED DOWN THE POLL OF PUBLIC OPINION THAT I CLIMB/ 





WORD UP, WORD UP/ 

LEMME TALK MY SHIT MOTHAFUCKA/



IMMA NEED 50 FEET AT LEAST IF YOU WANT SPEAK TO ME HAVE DECENCY CANT VIBRATE AT THIS FREQUENCY YALL CHEESY LIKE A PIZZA PIECE, SMALL AS SOME AMEOBA FEET I LEAVE YO FLEET DECEASED AS SOON AS THEY STEP FOOT ON THE SHORE WE COME AND JUST SWEEP THE BEACH/ 

GON NEED A CLEAN UP IN AISLE 7/

THROW IN THE TOWEL OR GET DEVOURED RIPPED AND DISMEMBERED THEN CAST INTO EMBER/ 

CLAN ON FOOT LIKE MASTER SHREDDER WE PLANNING VENDETTA FOR VICTORY TIL ITS STUCK IN YOU LIKE A SPLINTER/

EATING LEAD PAINT CHIPS (PROD. MKULTRA)

Produced by Stimachine

Background:

Setting takes place in a somewhat distant cyberpunkesque dystopian-future, specifically the nightclub area of a high class space ship strolling through a previously unknown galaxy, (near Andromeda) when suddenly the ship is attacked by rugged and unidentifiable Space Pirates. 

lyrics:

Fukkit:

I'M IN THE VIP SECTION THE CABIN DROP PRESSURE WE 300 MILES UP IN A BRAND NEW TESLA/

THE CLUB WAS IMPRESSIVE TIL SHIT GOT HECTIC/

SHIPS IN A WRECKAGE/

CAPTAIN IN DISTRESS AS HE LEFT US THE MESSAGE/

REMAIN CALM/

PARTYGOERS STRIPPIN TO THE SOUND OF THE ALARM SNIFFING BLOW LIKE A BOMB COCAINE IN HER BRA GETTING HIGHER THAN THE SKY IRONIC IN A FREE FALL/ 

MIND RACE AGAINST TIME, PACING GUESS WHY/

I DONT KNOW BOUT ANYBODY ELSE BUT IM IN LINE/

ESCAPE PODS VACANT/ 

PEEK OVER MY SHOULDER AND THE CROWD STILL PATIENT/

I DONT GOTTA SAY SHIT/



WE DYING IN A SPACE SHIP,

FLAME IN THE MAIN DECK,

UPLOADING MY CONSCIENCE BRAIN BODY GETS WASTED RIGHT CLICK, REPLACE, AND SAVE THEN REARRANGE IT WHERE EVERYBODY NAMELESS, AIMLESS, MADE BASIC/ 



STILL KEEP A GLOCK BY THE BED,

BUT NOW IT COME EQUIPPED WIT A LASER INSTEAD WHICH IS WHAT I LIKE BEST/ 

IT BURN THROUGH YOUR CHEST TIL THE SHAPE GETS PRESSED TO YOUR SKIN LIKE A SKETCH/ 

GET VEXED, 

CONFUSED, THEN DEPRESSED LIKE YA EX AFTER SEX FUCK AWAY LIKE A PEST IM THE BEST NO QUEST/

IN LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF OUT, JUST BOUGHT THESE NEW ANTIGRAVITY BOOTS FOR THE CLOUT/ 

YOU A SUIT SO GET OUT/

DEDUCE YOUR AMOUNT, 

THROUGH A CHIP, THATS IMPLANTED IN MY SCALP, WHAT ABOUT/

I BREATHE UNDERWATER LIKE A TROUT/

THAT BIG BLUE BALL WIT NO LEAVES AND NO SEEDS IN THE DROUGHT/ 

THATS RIGHT,

EARTH GOT A NEW NICKNAME SINCE WE TREATED GLOBAL WARMING LIKE A DAMN KIDS GAME:

PLANET 3-2-J-6-4-9-A

YES, EVERYBODY THERE IS EITHER POOR OR NOT THE SAME/ 



SABINO:

Transportation to our Destination now is out of question/ as the thrusters shut down now they feeling full dissension/ keep it cool pointless running toward an exit/ accept it/ calculate your state of panic through my specs augmented/ Not to mention the Co2 rising/ fucker keep it silent didn’t wanna show the violence/ but this holo-knife keep whining/ and I’m clearly fucking tired of it/ back of his head didn’t wanna show this side of him/ yet he knows the time is close he moves out the cabin just to go/ laser lights keep passing him/ still he knows the time is close remember the goal yeah he’s ready to go/ 



BRANDO:

YEAH IM READY TO GO I GOT BOMBS ON MY BODY BITCH IM READY TO BLOW/



(Sabino)

Keep it under control itd be best they don’t know just let the plans unfold/ 



BRANDO:

I GOT CANNONS ON MY NECK JUST LIKE IM PREDATOR BRO, IMMA HIT THE FUCKING LOBBY IMMA LET THIS SHIT GO 



(Sabino)

 Bro, I heard first time make sure it goes right   

But now In hindsight I think we left the plasma grenades/ 



BRANDO:

ZERO G ENERGY LEAKS INTO THE LOBBY.

BODIES BENDING BACK LIKE PILATES.

ITS OBVI THAT ALL YA OPTIONS AINT POPPIN.

RAISING THE PRESSURE VESSELS GET POPPING.

NOW I POP A BEAN LIKE JANEMBA.

DEAD SPACE FEEL COLD JUST LIKE DECEMBA.

REMOTE CONTROL ABORTION CODE’S A NO-GO

LET IT BLOW, THEN POSE FOR THE PHOTOS.

I GOT BROS, WE ALL BEARING LOGOS

HOPPED OUT THE FOUR DOOR, LIKE CODE LYOKO.

BITCH I AM LOCO. HOWLING LIKE LOBO.

I DONT GIVE NO FUCKS, I WONT FOLD BRO.

32-J (ft. Sabino & Brando) [Prod. Stimachine]

Mixed by TheWildDutchman

Lyrics:

MY SOUND AGE LIKE WINE TO ME 

STOP WASTING MY TIME MAN HONESTLY

SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SHIT PROPERLY 

ITS CLEAR TO EVERYBODY IM THE GUY TO BEAT 

EARNED STRIPES BUT THEY HURT LIKE SCARS TO ME

NIGGAS STARTIN TO SOUND LIKE BRAUDS TO ME 

TRYNNA TALK LIKE A BITCH GO HEAD FOLLOW ME

ITS CLEAR YOU A FAN SO YOU STALKING ME



NIGGAS WANNA FIGHT TRY BLOCKING ME OR YA BODY END UP LYING CROSS THE STREET GET CAUGHT YOU AINT GETTING UP COMFORTABLY 

NO YOU NOT WHAT YOU CLAIM IN YOUR SONGS TO ME/

BITCH WANT SEE ME GOT GET YOUR GUY RIDDEN,

GOT JUICE LIKE SYNAGOGUE NOT KIDDING,

CREEPING UP MY SPINE CROSS ME LIKE FINISH,

BLOWING ON GREEN POP EYE LIKE SPINACH/ 

NOT GONNA LIE STYLE SO AUTHENTIC,

THATS WHY MY LIFESTYLE UNCUT AND UNRENDERED/ 

I GOT HOT LINES AND THEY BURN LIKE EMBER I SMOKE TWO G’S JUST TO MATCH MY SWEATER MY FACE MASK TIGHT BUT ITS NOT ALL LEATHER YOU SMELL DEAD SKIN THATS MY ENEMIES FEATHERS I DONT FEEL BAD KINDA BROUGHT ME PLEASURE/

SPITTING SICK LIKE IM UNDER THE WEATHER/ 

IM SO SELF CENTERED/

GET OFFENDED/

I JUST DESCENDED/

FROM THE HEAVENS/

I BROUGHT MY MESSAGE/

MIGHT AS WELL SEND IT/

TO ALL MY CRITICS/

STAY BEHEADED/ 

AND WHO YALL KIDDING/

LICK THE STAMP CAUSE YOU MUST BE TRIPPING/

SHE WANT FUCK BUT SHE DONT WANT MENTION/

CAUSE SHE DONT WANNA TALK BOUT BUSINESS ALL OVER HER TWITTER/ 

THIS AINT FOR BEGINNERS MY PENIS HER DINNER RAIN WHITE LIKE A WINTER SNOW STORM OUT IN DENVER/ 

I COME TO DELIVER YALL COME AND DISMISSAL/

RIDING HIGH LIKE A MISSILE I HIT YOU/ 

LOSING FRIENDS BY THE END OF MY PISTOL/ 

SAY GOODBYE BUT I KNOW THEY WONT MISS YOU/

LEAST THIS 38 SPECIAL GON KISS YOU/

SNUB NOSE CUTE HOW IT SNEEZE WHEN IT BLESS YOU/

Fukkit - To Me (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

Deadpool (Prod. Jashin)

PLAGUEBOY (PROD. FLUSS VLONE)

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