The Upload

Tsunami J. & Bearded Legend - Saviour (Prod. Roosevelt)

Lyrics:

Mvko:
Blood moon rise it's a cold cold night
Weight on my side that's a cold cold knife
I'm so sick of living in my old old life
I'm feelin' like a monster I'm a low low life

Don't listen to what they say about me cuz I'm not a bad man
Blisters on my feet from endless walking in the Badlands
Smell of burning metal cigarettes inside a tin can
Know I'm always here I'm always watchin' I'm the sandman

I know when you are sleepin' I can see you from closet your hoe
Open up the door I float to you I never touch the floor
I bring you dreams I make you see the nothingness inside of me
You may of heard the legends bout me nothings what it seems to be

I got problems
Bringing pain is when I prosper
Lost myself inside the night my soul it harbors monsters
Self incisions in my brain I think I need a doctor
Cannot kill the pain you can only make it stronger

I ain't seeking no vengeance
I do not hold a vendetta
However want to introduce you to my loaded Berettas
I'm messed up
Leave a slit across my throat I'm feelin' so fed up
I'm the beginning and the end I'm the alpha omega

Blood moon rise it's a cold cold night
Weight on my side that's a cold cold knife
I'm so sick of living in my old old life
I'm feelin' like a monster I'm a low low life

Don't listen to what they say about me cuz I'm not a bad man
Blisters on my feet from endless walking in the Badlands
Smell of burning metal cigarettes inside a tin can
Know I'm always here I'm always watchin' I'm the sandman

Sinizter:
I’ve been walking through the valley of death
Surrounded by these burning bodies wonder if I am next
My mind is gettin’ overloaded from the secrets I’ve kept
But I gotta keep on pushin’ through it with the time I’ve got left

You always runnin’ from your past don’t wanna face it
Guess I’ll be the asshole cause I say it
If things no longer serve you just erase them
Stop hiding from your demons just embrace them

See the world through your eyes and then it starts to make sense
Wish I could take away the pain with all strength I have left
Walk through the fire and the flames, to hell and back where we met
I’ll keep your memory alive ya life I’ll never forget

Mvko:
Blood moon rise it's a cold cold night
Weight on my side that's a cold cold knife
I'm so sick of living in my old old life
I'm feelin' like a monster I'm a low low life

Don't listen to what they say about me cuz I'm not a bad man
Blisters on my feet from endless walking in the Badlands
Smell of burning metal cigarettes inside a tin can
Know I'm always here I'm always watchin' I'm the sandman

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Mvko & Sinizter - Sandman (prod. FALLEN)

Cover art: Grizzy Designs

Lyrics:

seen some shit
did some shit
lived through shit
Lost so many people it’s ridiculous 
I can forgive but I won’t forget
Pondering the question 
What’s the point of all this 
woke up today 
Just To try and get passed it 
How long will it take 
Till I get blasted 
Wake up tomorrow just to 
repeat the action

I admit if it’s my fault
if you falsely accuse my ass
Imma leave you eating asphalt 
You’re praying for brighter days 
With the same mouth you use to 
diss rival gangs 
When I’m gone 
Don’t pretend like you ever cared
cause when I needed you the most 
You were never there
people have family reunions at 
Restaurants like Denny’s
If I want family reunions 
I need to visit cemeteries 
Guess it’s Kismet
I’m steady smoking potent
5th amendment 
Staying silent 
Fuck an indictment 
If you’re asking yourself is the crime even worth it
Just picture your momma or brother being put 
in a casket 
And you being absent 
Instead of being with them
 in their last moments 
You’re busy doing a bid 
in confinement 

seen some shit
did some shit
lived through shit
Lost so many people it’s ridiculous 
I can forgive but I won’t forget
Pondering the question 
What’s the point of all this 
woke up today 
Just To try and get passed it 
How long will it take 
Till I get blasted 
Wake up tomorrow just to 
repeat the action


I live this shit
But I don’t give a shit
Why don’t you take this hit
You might feel it a bit
Filling up your lungs
Exhale
And now you’re lit
You begin to understand about the things we spit
And we don’t care if you don’t get it
We give no fucks
We keep it moving along
I’m like a semi truck
I’m in the fast lane
Pushing and I’m insane
We some crazy mothafuckas 
But I’m insane
Boutta rattle your brain
Instead I’ll give you a vibe 
And whatever I prescribe 
I got you feeling alive
You see when I arrive 
People know the party gets live
And they don’t wanna go home
It’s like a quarter to five
That’s how it is sorry homie
Yeah The people want it
Call me the shaman 
Imma guide you 
Kinda ironic 
That we cultivate your mind
With the mind chronic 
And we cultivate the kind that got you high on it

seen some shit
did some shit
lived through shit
Lost so many people it’s ridiculous 
I can forgive but I won’t forget
Pondering the question 
What’s the point of all this 
woke up today 
Just To try and get passed it 
How long will it take 
Till I get blasted 
Wake up tomorrow just to 
repeat the action

WORTH IT (ft. B-Real) [Prod. BHASPER]

Bones

LYRICS-
[VERSE I: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]

when i die auction off all my body parts
lets see what oddy costs
under my skull the shotty's cross
got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal
making so much money it's like my boss is the devil
she loved me she loves not i done ran out of petals
littered the ground with rose bits ill grip this thorny stem forever
a portrait of my pain an homage to my suffering
same tale i been uncovering
im staining the whole world grey yall get back to coloring
in this mental prison im locked up like a pitbulls jaw

[VERSE II: HALF CIG]

Slickity slickity sloth
Thug Bach
Shoot up the mass
It will B minor
Jabbing my arm no Pfizer
Dick cuffed like it cum with priors
Liars, All around me talking hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust
Fuck
That’s some hard mother fucking truth
Still contemplating suicide
Just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt
Call a skank up
To pretend she love me
“But I do love you”
hoe don’t talk while you fucking sucking

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
uhhhh
should we?
i...
that was a lil short bruh

[HALF CIG]
well 
fuck, bro

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
can we?

[HALF CIG]:
i just did 8 bars cuz i thought you said all you had to say

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
i got-
i got more shit to say, broke
like...

[HALF CIG]:
well i mean...

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
what?
tell me

[HALF CIG]:
they saying you lost touch...

[VERSE III: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]

who the fuck said ruby done lost his touch?
blame my success on lots of luck
but lots of luck didnt get your bitch unfucked
blame my absense on the fact that my dick got stuck
call me evergreen
your bitched never seemed like she lost touch
begging me she wants her jaw fucked
withdraw from dope before i withdraw my cash
use her tongue to collect ash
for the stash i guess ill smash
pull off in a gle wagon fucked up i might crash
just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash

[VERSE IV: HALF CIG]

Bitch I cheated death
Ain’t a thing that I can’t do
Manipulation shorty
I could sell ice to Nanook
I could sell ice to the jeweler
I could sell Christ like I’m Judas
Self righteous type of a shooter
Make my life insurance shoot up
Wet screwed up
Product of my environment
My therapist was talking Freud
I rolled my eyes Then fired the bitch
Why would I quit?
My drug of choice is overdosing duhhh
My dick got no limits
I’m master p pimping
And making them bitches say ughhhhh

[OUTRO: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL & HALF CIG]

rain, rain
go away
200 on the dash
watch me hydroplane
gang, gang
gang’s all grey
from new orleans to ottawa
from atlanta to the bay

THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO

Lobotomy /// Waiting For You To Suffer With Me

[Verse 1: Kurayami Kugatsu]
Okay, Okay yuh man I bear my fangs
Some-Some things ain’t neva gon change shit
Same niggas still on that lame shit
Oh you wanna talk to me about pain bitch
Let’s do it
Swear to god in that shit I’m too fluent
Taking walks through my mind but I’m lucid
You can take a walk too if you choose it
Watch yo step cause it’s easy to lose it
But I’m too laid back are you getting this
Might clutch a 12 gauge like I’m Phineas
Don’t you look at my face cause Its hideous
With this blade I’ll show you what a demon is
Bitch

Emo bitch what’s her name thought that shit was Novocain
Her wrists slit from the blades I grip
Don’t you ever talk about her can’t tell me shit

[Verse 2: Lil Sasha]
But bitch I'm so violent
Lil Sasha can't close his eyelids
Feelin like I'm Pelinal I'm rising
Not givin up drugs that my mindset
Overdosin on the Klono inside me
Got Zima sittin beside me

While whippin Corollas we grippin a pump
And we movin silence while we see the sun
Setting behind us, across the horizon
Embody the violence that grew up with us
Needin a bitch that is dead just like us
Katana of ice and it's covered in rust
Covered in blood and it's covered in mud
September might sever yo head if you fuckin with us

Lobotomy (Prod. Sasha's Dying)

music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jU0u1yR0ryQ

PROD. @120SEVEN

CAME FOR THE BANK
WEIGH IT UP ON THE SCALE
HOE IM FAITHFULLY RANKED
GREAT TASTE SERVIN BASS
WHILE MY FACE IS A BLANK
STANK TANK FULLA DANK 
AYE BAE ISNT SAFE
YEAH HER PUSSY SO RATCHET
IT DONE CAME WIT A CLANK
IM OK WHERE IM AT 
ALL THESE FAKES IN A RACE
I AINT CALLIN THIS SHIT COMFORTABLE
I SAY WHAT I SAY
SPIN HIS BLOCK BEY BLADE 
DU DU CAME WIT A k

feelin like the master bitch im fuckin yoda
green skin im smokin broccoli i aint comin ova
yeah i serve that hot coke call it baking soda
they talk shit lowkey come and hate me closer

ion what they be sayin whats enunication
who gives a fuck when u got cash and a buncha hatred
all up in yo heart u aint gon fuckin make it 
same ones u call yo brothas u would go to state wit

put a price on his head
tell these hoe take a rest

THIS THE REAPPEARANCE OF A CURSED SOUL
WAKIN UP THE MORNING U AINT HEARD HOES
BOUTA GET THE WOODS I SMOKE LIKE BURNT TOAST
GETTIN FRIED AS I WANNA LOCKIN SERVE DOPE

DOG FOOD TO YO BABY MOMMA FOR A PRICE
SHE BEEN YOPPIN DROP THAT FETTY DAWG LIKE FUCK HER LIFE
CALL ME BRIAN DO MY LAUNDRY FORE I FUCK HIS WIFE
CLEAN CLOTHES BIG NUT SHE KNOW THE FUCKIN PRICE

CAME FOR THE BANK
WEIGH IT UP ON THE SCALE
HOE IM FAITHFULLY RANKED
GREAT TASTE SERVIN BASS
WHILE MY FACE IS A BLANK
STANK TANK FULLA DANK 
AYE BAE ISNT SAFE
YEAH HER PUSSY SO RATCHET
IT DONE CAME WIT A CLANK
IM OK WHERE IM AT 
ALL THESE FAKES IN A RACE
I AINT CALLIN THIS SHIT COMFORTABLE
I SAY WHAT I SAY
SPIN HIS BLOCK BEY BLADE 
DU DU CAME WIT A k

fuck love

REAPPEARANCE OF A CURSED SOUL (PROD. 120SEVEN)

Bluntz

Bluntz (PROD F L O W E R $)

LYRICS:
I knock the black up off yo ass
And knock the teeth up out yo mouth
So quick you feel the blood begin
To drip before you feel the pain
The rabbit mane don't play
I bust yo head until it spray
The crimson goo because you chose 
To go against the fuckin grain
The sorcerer of sin
The slaughterer of many men
The incarnation of assault 
The 6 feet deep enforcer mane
The taker of all hope
The blasphemous satanic pope
You bet not think this shit a joke
I'll kill you then go snort cocaine
The demon of the south
You Betta learn to close to mouth
I pry the skin up off yo flesh
Till all you encompass is strain
My heart has frozen shut
My arteries have turned to ice
I do not know how I'm alive
Kuz all I comprehend is pain
For years I've tried to fight
The demon off but time to time
It wins and takes over my mind
I feel myself begin to change
Into something sinister
I fear there is no cure
I've come to destroy all that's pure
Until there's nothing left but stains
So know there's no escape
You beef with me, you seal yo fate
I've come to take your life away
And dissect sections of your brain

I feel my soul subject to evil
As the clouds begin to rain
I stay away from people
Mane I hate the human race
I try to drink the pain away
From evil shit I must refrain
But time and time again
I feel the darkness start to win
My humanity fades away 
Until my souls engulfed in flames
The temperature will rise
But deep inside I'll stay so cold
Six hundred sixty six below the 
Fahrenheit is where I changed
Lord have mercy on my soul
Kuz deep inside my heart is froze
And all I comprehend is woe
Have mercy on dear rabbit mane
I do not wish to murder
And I do not wish to rob
But yet I'm encircled by corpses
Of thy foes that I have slain
I did not wish to hurt no one
But then again I did
And if I had a second
I'd probably do it all again
I've strayed so far from god
I feel he will not help me now
But I made this choice for myself
So I guess I will not complain
Inside this padded room
Is where i will await my doom
By lethal doses of injection
To relieve me from this pain

SUBJECT TO EVIL (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

Quick track me and Apoc made for 420. Smoke sumn and enjoy.

PRODUCED BY SLYYE & APOC KRYSIS

HIGH OCTANE

APOC KRYSIS X SLYYE - HIGH OCTANE (PROD. APOC & SLYYE)

Presented to you by Low-Cult Shock Mob
Help Your Kids Get The WORST Out of Life!
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Lyrics
Verse 1 (Lil Toastie)
Seized myself awake the other day
There was nothing on the screen
Guess I'd might as well call it a day
When I hear that name, you'll learn to pray
I don't need another savior
There's just nothing else for me to say

Verse 2 (Clyde the Baron)
My main complaint's that talk is cheap
A lack of breath's no flex to me
I'll only learn to bite my tongue to flaunt my shiny metal teeth
It's safe to say that I've grown tired of all the quirky circus scenes
I can't be safe from no disease, to think I'd earned a little peace
You'd think a beast would count its blessings, should it find the freshest meat
Not watch it bleed
Not just watch it die and rot like it was me
Them maitr'dees all learn the fear when they see me without a Mini near me

Verse 3 (Sadym the Satyr)
Well I woke up next to another ghost today
She never cared to love my name
But then again, she'd never show her face
She tried to tell me I should know my place
She'd jump my bones, only to lecture me on what's a perfect heart to break

Verse 4 (Yung Mayhem)
I'll always find it entertaining how we call this entertainment
A price to pay to spill your guts out just to sell an explanation
Well look at me, I'm here and now
Like I'm so great and not-so-vacant
As I say,
"I'm growing tired of waking up in other's dreams. Love how the way you beg & plead feels like the way my gums bleed"
Why can't you see?
No one gives a flying FUCK about your scene
*sigh of relief*
(But when they see you)
I bet you'd pay to watch me bleed with all them jacaranda leaves around me

NOSTROMO

Leave This Place Behind (Prod. Yung Ripper)

prod. by me.
soundcloud exclusive
happy 420.
idk why i made this.
ill put it on Spotify eventually.

UM, SIR?

Nailgun X Sinizter (prod. Numb$kull)

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#NOWTHEFIREISBURNING

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Written By Tacet
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DOWN 4 LIFE

PLAYAMADE WORLDWIDE

FUCK MY OPPZ

LYRICS:
Ya it’s me mista ice coming for all yo weed
Kick a door oh man what ya kno
I just found sum dope
N don’t move cause I’m bound shoot even if
Ya sneeze
Got my finger on the trigger I won’t hesitate to squeeze

It’s mista capital izzi ce Mane
With a chopper next to both sides
In my partnas hooptie n hes toting on a Tec 9
We just hit da corner on yo block prepare to dizzie
Watch ya body slump over curb where yo reside
Rip homie I just put on you the news
We just got shirts made for ya block and family too
While I’m laughing with yo bitch giving me head oh that’s yo boo?
Mane you Shouldn’t trust a hoe dawg but I guess you a just fool
Ya ya big dawg icey walkin in
Mista kick a door shawty aka the devils kid
Mane I tried the go to god
But all I did was sin
So Im kicking it with my squad
Til they day they let me in
Ya ya ya big pmr in this bitch
If ya ever got sum Anna hoe
Yo can’t fuck with this click
Playamade til the death of me
I put that on my kids
Ain’t no way y’all gunna step to me
If you shoot yo ass gun miss

Icy on a mission i aint missing leave ya ass for dead
dont fuck with my business end up missing body full of lead
bitches that you kissing know they miss me cause they gave me head
pass her to the team we pimping she just left your ass on read
heard he got them bricks and plenty pills but he aint really bout it
tell my bitch to hit him up and tell her where he stash the product
now we on that go she on patrol we just want narcotics
everyone on the floor ill pop yo skill cause icemane be psychoatic
people in my town they wanna hate cause homie got that weight
sell it to they face like want it back well dawg you gotta pay
say they have sum anna wanna play im down for all the smoke
always in the kitchen cooking whole apartment smell like coke
fuck it ima die for mine, cause i know theyll do the same
TPK the gang we banging til the day we in our grave
after party in the after life like we aint never change
ready for the day i die but make sure that my family straight

MISTA I-C-E (PROD. TRAVIS XANTANA)

WHAT MORE DO U WANT?

SHOUT OUT MY BRO https://soundcloud.com/fuck_da_government

TUNDRA
actin so erratic
like a finger on the automatic
tuning out the static
when Im in the zone
Ive fuckin had it
mane I got a bone to pick
and Im gonna end it real quick
these bustas always talkin
mane you think they politicians
never competition
keep up repitition
vicious nature
mane I wager you will fizzle out
before you hit the stage
cold with the fade
mothafucka phased
try to save face
you got nothin left to say mane
yeah you think you ride low
easy when you go slow
try to keep it at my speed
I swear your fuckin gasket blow
whip it like Im flexin on the flow
let me know when yo wanna go
never sweat youll never show
done talkin to ghosts
flippin it back your words are so cap
talkin yo shit like yo name clap trap
stab in the back like yo name patches
never trust them fuckin roaches

SCREW
silverback and fuckin tundra bitch
we run the underground
now wassup with you fuckas
sucka bitches loading pistols
ski mask on my fucking face
I fix the issue
hit yo tissue
family miss you
death will kiss you
I will bitch you
now you missing hoe
fuck a law
fuck a hoe
stupid bitch I break yo jaw
in the lac I'm on attack
you hoe you better have my dough
bitch you mothafuckas on my hitlist
get the fuck off my dick
and taste this chrome and now
you twitching finger itching
why you bitching told you listen
but you didn't pussy niggas
now you wishing cause you
pissing on yo pants I caught
you slippn hoe
tec 9
Mac 10
bout to make a fucking sin
catch you in the fuckin wind
now yo days about to end
get you blown up off the map
and now you met the fucking gat
that's what you get for fucking slacking
got you niggas fucking napping
now my brain cells feeling happy
cause the ana now behind me
stupid bitch you met yo maker
say goodbye to fucking daddy

TALKIN TO GHOSTS (FT. SCREW)

Witchouse 40k - HOBGOBLIN (2022)
Produced by: GHXST x ³³marrow)
Mixed by: ³³marrow

MUSIC VIDEO:
https://youtu.be/Z0J5T4b9hn0

Lyrics:
—
(Hook)
8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

(Verse)
Forty always feenin, I'm a demon out the box
Devil up on my shoulder, leave em coughing till they rot
Pullup Im gon bring the problem to the muhfuckin block
New strap with a dot, run up on em he get knocked

Pullup wit a glock, bump stock for the ops
Real talk, muhfucka, bullets take away his thoughts
Actin so soft, so I had to cut em off, got the mind up on the money I could never take a loss

Forty alone, where they at
Glock on my body, no rats and 
I bag em, no cap cap cap
yuh
Slasher his clique, he ain’t bout that
Holes in his lung make em gasp
Nova they back, burn em up like the sun
We gon run through they home, cuz I came up from nuttin 
Broke out the bottom, was raised on the run, I won’t ever look back, all my scars turning numb

Police on me, run off like a rabbit, im gon eat it flush it, here you want it? Have it.
Flip the mattress, ion know what happened? "No your honor sorry, I got sober habits" 
Witchy lurkin, all these artist actin, I came out the dungeon, got my mamas baggage
Bring out the ghosts from his past, hold a grudge like a movie, I’m creepin all up in his attic

I got a gun, Lil forty gon run up, I’m charged like a battery bout all the static
I see his chain I’m gon grab it, I’m upping his budget, he broke like he pay me in taxes
Bitch try and play me, I nut on her face and I call up and tell all her exes she average
I got a Glock with a scope, put a shot through your throat, leave em coughing up heat like a dragon

(Hook)
8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

Roof Roof

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