prod. @slidemaniac

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/Aupd_oFxE2Y

LYRICS:

Seen a man, said he can’t be beat,
Always tweaking for a reason, see him creeping in the street,
Ain’t the type of motherfucker you would ever wanna meet,
Even preying on the strong who been preying on the weak,
What’s peace? He don’t know,
Don’t believe? Ain’t a joke,
Gonna feed when he grows,
Gonna reap what he sow,
Been prepared for the bad,
Said the worst’s what he’s had,
Everything that he’s been giving while he’s living got him mad, uh,
You’ll discover on the other fucking side,
See a man who’s still improving what he’s doing with his life,
If you want we could take a trip,
Watch ‘em slip, gonna watch ‘em slide,
See the day when they’re getting paid,
Wanna go insane, wanna say goodbye,
It’s a lie, do the work,
No surprise, no alert,
Let it ride, gonna fly to the sky from the dirt,
Feeling manic from the habits you establish over time,
But whatever, do it better, might regret it, can’t rewind, uh

SEE THE MAN (PROD. SlideManiac)[OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW]

Lyrics:

Chronically a chronic toker
Down for whatever 
Word to my mother
I’ll kill motherfuckers
Never a pushover 
But I push triggers 
If you burn me
send your soul to wherever 
Drop you to the ground
with a couple rounds
Then one to the head 
So you’re headed underground
euthanize you 
just like the dog pound
5150
I Don’t fuck around


I can be the nicest motherfucka you have ever met
Or the last person you see 
before ems
They say an eye for eye 
A tooth for a tooth 
But if you hurt those I love 
They won’t ever find you
I’d Rather be tried by 12 
Then carried by six 
Just here to enjoy my cannabis and 
the shit show that life is
So I sit back and flick my bic

WHATEVER (PROD. BLXXDMAGE)

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Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

Akin to Brandon Lee in the crow 
Nothing to lose homie 
I’m gung-ho 
Feel like three ten to Yuma 
Russell Crowe
No one really know me homie 
I’m a ghost 
Production immaculate 
Three crows
That’s the culprit 
Neurodivergent 
My brain an arena 
That’s hard to quiet
Hella’ Racket in my attic 
Havin trouble 
Tryna unpack it 
Hella’ judgement came from people like a pulpit 
Washed my hands clean of these morons 
Like Pontius Pilate 
Retrieval of self 
From the rubble of facade 
Scrutiny came my way 
More than any kind of applause
Feel like the chaperone for my own demise
These lyrics that I spit
Are not a disguise 
Just another entity going through entropy
I am the black sheep
An after thought of everybody

Blast me
Don’t ask me
Why you had to pass me off as a bad piece of work           
I feel sadly
Non sympathetic 
Fuck apologetic
Feelings are joke when you judge me as pathetic
Throw me for a loop
Think you know the truth
Try to make a claim against my mother fuckin’ troop
Three fuckin’ crows that flew the chicken coop
Hunting for a punk mother fucker on the stoop 
This is just another crows anthem
Another mine waiting
Gaz and Dot had to plant um’
Lyrics are exploding from the brain
Hear the shrapnel
Mother fuckers try to talk shit then we nab um’
Lastly I don’t give a fuck what happens
Leave me in a ditch dead in a dark casket
Call me crazy case
I’m a basket
Cause I don’t give a fuck what you pussies gotta say
Ya I’ve mother fuckin’ had it

Killer image drippin’ from the top
Holes in my head
Black Ink in my skin
Images of the dead
Despite what you see
There’s a mind of a G
Fuck it I’m a say it
G A Z
You be fucking with the realest
Matter of fact
Keep your two cents
Hold your breath
Don’t forget to exhale 
Better yet
Suck up the negative shit in your mouth
Choke on it
No way to let it all out
Maybe next time think before you feeling all stout
Motherfucker was an outlaw
Hands cuffed
Riding in the back of cop cars
Flip the script 
Twelve years
Six figures 
That’s a trip 
Life long mentors even had their doubts on
Your only enemy isn’t me
Exquisitely said 
I rose from the dead
With a corpse and my crows
Murderin’ in the grove
When the fucking foes
Start droppin’ to the floor
That’s your cue to turn around and go

Fuck it
I wet you up
Thinking I won’t 
Conversations been had 
And the judgement is doom 
Cut myself from the womb
The fuck you thinking I do 
Mother fuck you 
And your punk friends too 
Three crows cawin’ at the bag filled with bad shit 
8corpses slide out the back with the hatchet 
Silly mother fuckers over the top
You’re a spastic 
Ain’t no one killing shit the way we do
No open casket 
Lend all my achievement to the man who not facetious 
Passed the big three oh and never felt more like breathing 
Can’t fuck it up
Stand with no crutch 
I never know when to give up 
My site is set and definitely 
The boys and me to the end 
Three O D

Misreflection Feat. 8corpses

PRODUCED BY BHASPER

Lyrics:

IM THAT ONE 
YOU CANT OUTRUN
CALL ME TIGER WOODS
THE WAY THAT I LEAVE A HOLE IN ONE
People acting nice to my face
but then gossip 
When my back turned 
then they wonder why 
that bridge burned 


They told me 
I’d never make it
Wow what a sentiment 
Sent myself into a sense 
of not wanting to be sentient 
Doing what I want
until I am sediment 
Sedulous 
Was cemented to the sedatives
Sedentary from that seductive 
Nature I said it is 

Became Visceral to repudiate
 my own accomplishments
Brain couldn’t
 accompany shame 
with acknowledgement 
Subconscious 
was sucked into it 

Drugs Simply a bandaid 
Causin Too much mental bandwidth 
Mental illness really 
giving me a knuckle sandwich 
I have chemistry 
With chemical imbalance
Just depleted chemically 
My noggin has a faculty 

Factually I’m Joggin 
in place with this misery 
It’s a mystery 
Mind boggling
I’m not yet a
casualty 
Casually in agony 
Paisley on my body 
Pacing through futility 
Succumbing to the anxiety 

IM THAT ONE 
YOU CANT OUTRUN
CALL ME TIGER WOODS
THE WAY THAT I LEAVE A HOLE IN ONE
People acting nice to my face
but then gossip 
When my back turned 
then they wonder why 
that bridge burned 

Grey the motherfucker put the batteries in a tube sock
Bust ya fuckin face smashing orbital im gonna moon walk
All up on yo grave, you a bitch, you’s a puta 
All ya bot ya plays, cyborg, you like boo ya
Stupid motherfucker think I really want ya bitch?
Yeah Ya hoe so disgusting ran thru every rapper dick
Only way I get to busting when I’m busting out the clip
From the hip shootin 30 I ain’t looking never miss 
Imma high flyer, I might decide to end ya life get the fire
Fire fire messiah wit the lighter
Choppa choppa sing like a choir send ya high up
Aiming at ya visor, get shot shot no pfizer 
Why the fuck y’all steady talking on my name?
Fuckin lames, sound the same, whatchya name huh? Aye
Wtf you want today?
Get tf up out my face
Fuck it ion want the fame uhh

IM THAT ONE 
YOU CANT OUTRUN
CALL ME TIGER WOODS
THE WAY THAT I LEAVE A HOLE IN ONE
People acting nice to my face
but then gossip 
When my back turned 
then they wonder why 
that bridge burned

MORBID (feat. Saliva Grey)

LEMONADE w/ BEARDED LEGEND

PRODUCED BY BHASPER

LYRICS:

I’m falling outta love, hard to give a fuck : open up the gates and now we bringing through the flood / sipping on this mud, ask me what it does, when everyone around you saying that they fucking done / cus I don’t even know, where else I could go, but I know I don’t wanna be here no more / keep it on the low, send it all below, I ain’t ever feel pain like this before // gimme a minute to hop in the zone, lately I been feeling so alone, I know it’s taking a toll on my life, how in the fuck can I wrong my rights? I know it’s not okay, that Im feeling the need to always be gripping a knife. Paranoia that be filling my mind, preventing me from sleeping at night

I won’t compromise again, y’all are not my fucking friends, thought you loved me you just added to these voices in my head. Texting me asking for shit, you just be adding to my stress, at least just ask about my day before you ask me for some bread. People never gave a fuck about the shit I tend to struggle with, so I hit the studio and just record another hit, I think my shit dope as hell give a fuck if you fuck with it, you never paid no bills no wonder you don’t look at numbers kid. People always try to demonize me, cus they jealous of me, that’s just what I’m realizing? It takes a lot for me really fucking feel lively, this world is dangerous me and my peoples still thriving



Searching for my act 5 scene 3 
Romeo Echo SIERRA Tango 
IT’S HARD FOR ME 
Charlie Chaplin 
In the way that I move 
Cause it’s Silently
I have my Hustle down to a T 
Hope you caught that wordplay
Cause hustle 
has a Silent T 
Here’s some tea
PROVERBS 18:2 
IS IRONIC you see
Because the pious
will never understand me 
Flooded by these thoughts 
when I’m sleepy makin me hollow 
Might blow my head off 
Leave me like sleepy hollow 
IMPROMPTU MOVEMENT 
IM JUST GOING WITH IT 
NEVER BEEN ONE FOR THE GIMMICKS 
LIKE A gaff deck SHIN LIM SECRET
 8 EVADING 12 
like the Fibonacci Sequence 
 acquiescence of my essence 
lifes a calamity exhibition 
Almost died 
Like that pool
 Scene from final destination 
the way I sat and drowned myself with the Jameson
Not tryna pencil in 
Reasons to be negative 
Propensity to be pensive 
With the pen I’m killing it
Almost like what happened to me with the Penicillin 
I’m not Jason Veritek the way I catch feelings
Makin moves 
Like Patrick Swayze 
Shredded hardwood dancing
Wait a minute 
It’s been a minute 
Since I actually took a minute 
To really ponder on it 
IM Flooded by these thoughts
Like 2023 MONTPELIER VERMONT

Ethan Ross & 8corpses - FLOOD

LYRICS:

My fate has,
Awakened,
I feel it,
Been waiting,
No time has,
Been wasted,
Awarded for my patience,
My fate has,
Awakened,
I feel it,
Been waiting,
No time has,
Been wasted,
Still yet to be the greatest

On my motherfucking path,
Make it last,
All you bitches getting in it for a minute,
Then you crash,
And you burn,
Point of no return,
Showing my concern,
‘Cause I wanna see the people keep on living while they learn,
Real shit,
Y’all repeating all your crimes,
Wonder why,
Acting psycho,
Need to see you break the cycle,
Better try,
Give a fuck when you’re quick to suffer,
Suck it up and fucking cry,
Try to keep it deep inside,
And see it lead to your demise, yeah

My fate has,
Awakened,
I feel it,
Been waiting,
No time has,
Been wasted,
Awarded for my patience,
My fate has,
Awakened,
I feel it,
Been waiting,
No time has,
Been wasted,
Still yet to be the greatest

Seen achieving my nirvana,
Better stay away,
Make or break,
Channeling my rage,
Until it dissipates,
Fist to face,
Choosing cool,
Refusing to participate,
See me moving forward,
Keep it going,
Couldn’t miss a day,
I’m sick of feeling like I’m Tony when the ducks go,
A bunch of motherfuckers couldn’t turn me to a cutthroat,
Doing what I gotta, got it down to a science,
Forget about your dreams if you’re succumbing to the violence

My fate has,
Awakened,
I feel it,
Been waiting,
No time has,
Been wasted,
Awarded for my patience,
My fate has,
Awakened,
I feel it,
Been waiting,
No time has,
Been wasted,
Still yet to be the greatest

MY FATE (prod. bearded legend)

LYRICS:

You don’t want to believe in the angels,
You just want to believe in your angle,
You don’t want to believe in the angels,
You just want to believe in your anger

Got a problem with some shit I’ve been observing now,
I’m learning how,
Time ain’t standing still until we work it out,
Don’t turn around,
Keep on moving forward, show you what I’ve found,
They’re watching all our progress building up,
And they wanna burn it down, yeah,
Them corrupted motherfuckers watch you suffer,
While they profit from your pain,
Got you losing while they gain,
They’re dividing and they conquer every continent,
Who’s stopping it?
Their sick and twisted mission,
Division is how they’re winning every day

Had enough,
Everybody’s out of touch,
What we need isn’t greed,
Watch the world turn to dust,
Give a fuck, show your guts,
Or you will not make the cut,
No forgiveness for you bitches,
Take advantage of the trust, ah shit,
Had enough,
Everybody’s out of touch,
What we need isn’t greed,
Watch the world turn to dust,
Give a fuck, show your guts,
Or you will not make the cut,
No forgiveness for you bitches,
Take advantage of the trust, yeah

There ain’t no honor in the system, bitch,
And it gets so violent,
Motherfuckers never know what to do,
Get a new attitude,
Better move in silence,
They ain’t ever gonna play by the rules,
But I play shit cool,
Got it down to a science,
But I know what I live for,
Wanna sell their souls, they stuck in limbo,
It ain’t too late, alter your fate,
If you can make a change,
And in the face of complications,
You display your strength,
No one can doubt if you’re about it,
Get them out the way,
And show them all the features,
Of a leader who ain’t leading them astray

Had enough,
Everybody’s out of touch,
What we need isn’t greed,
Watch the world turn to dust,
Give a fuck, show your guts,
Or you will not make the cut,
No forgiveness for you bitches,
Take advantage of the trust, ah shit,
Had enough,
Everybody’s out of touch,
What we need isn’t greed,
Watch the world turn to dust,
Give a fuck, show your guts,
Or you will not make the cut,
No forgiveness for you bitches,
Take advantage of the trust, yeah

You don’t want to believe in the angels,
You just want to believe in your angle,
You don’t want to believe in the angels,
You just want to believe in your anger

Had enough,
Everybody’s out of touch,
What we need isn’t greed,
Watch the world turn to dust,
Give a fuck, show your guts,
Or you will not make the cut,
No forgiveness for you bitches,
Take advantage of the trust, ah shit,
Had enough,
Everybody’s out of touch,
What we need isn’t greed,
Watch the world turn to dust,
Give a fuck, show your guts,
Or you will not make the cut,
No forgiveness for you bitches,
Take advantage of the trust, yeah

OUT OF TOUCH (prod. bearded legend)

OD prod 803yung

prod. by @crack_daniels

OFFICIAL VIDEO: https://youtu.be/horFS-fIGmc

LYRICS:

From the moment I wake up my mind starts to make up these negative outcomes to tell me my day sucks. They would like to stay but my mind’s never spacious. I’m making no sense (cents) like I’m taking a pay cut. I’m shook like maracas, I’m still getting proper, I’m trying to live by Hakuna Matata. I feel like I’m chosen, I’m showing emotions, I keep talking shit like I spit from my colon. They popping in a Klonopin, they need that shit like oxygen. No stopping the intoxicants, we’re kicking it like moccasins. The shit will make you tell ‘em that you’re better off dead, and they’ll look at you and say that it’s all in your head.

It’s all in your head.

I can’t fuck with nobody, I’m sorry, the shit ain’t my choice, Paranoid like I’m Ozzy. I’m fucking corrupted, the thoughts are destructive, like sick politicians, they’re not to be trusted. We got a common enemy, the fear won’t get ahead of me. They say I’m getting better, well I motherfucking better be. I’m utilizing my voice till it’s raspy, I’m always gonna tell you these are my thoughts exactly. I’m making a statement for mental enslavement, this ain’t all a show just for your entertainment. You’re feeling my spirit, like Kurt with my lyrics, it’s passive aggressive with no interference. Erratically, emphatically, the way they be combating me, I’ll radically be on the fucking charge like I’m a battery. They like to make you think that you’d be better off dead, then they look at you and say that it’s all in your head.

It’s all in your head.

OUT OF TOUCH (prod. bearded legend)

BEARDED LEGEND

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