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BRAND NEW LOW ( Prod. Wadjet )

JMattson X MVKO X Sadzilla - GONNA COST YA [Prod. Krona]

written / performed by @blckbrds @salivagrey
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @lilsherm187, @tumaggz, Saliva Grey

MONOCHROME (w/ Saliva Grey)

BURN AWAY

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I Won't be infected by your message
Never really questioned your intentions
Now I see all the misconceptions 
Paralyze minds with a word like a weapon
A lesson learned
Now I break the curse
Another bridge burned
Leave you dead in a hearse
The virus spreads from your mouth
Still you’re letting it out
Ya you poisoned the well from the birth
You can bless another empty vessel
Leader of the cult
But you won’t confess
So take a sip of the punch
Then presto
Another lost soul
In a bag perfecto 
Enough with the shit        
You can swerve to the left
Oh God
Make it stop 
Or reverse 
Or just let go 
Ugh    
Got to resist
Or reject
No respect
None the less
You’re a pest
Hope you burn
In a pestilent death

Coming to the realization
Never fucking bet against me 
Go and fuck around 
Letting your peers hold you down 
You’ll never grow 
Destined to fail
That’s why they rob and kill
So what’s the fucking deal 
Coagulated 
Decapitated 
Mindless as fuck 
I’ll give my soul
To get your bitch ass out my face and go
Sever the ties 
Your heavens a lie 
Just raise up the camera and point at your foe 
They creep and they hide 
They constantly lie 
The damage they cause just to fucking abide
Now I’m living out my days in this fucking fire

Red lights with the warning signs flash
Enemy of the state with an AK
Hoods draped with an unknown face 
Pull ya' ski mask down let the violence elevate
Bullets rain and shade the sun with shells
In a minute
All will tell of the time that hell had prevailed
Media mania
Reign of the suits
Infected like a virus 
How we even buy this shit
We hunt the eye witness
HA
Never could tell 
Who the truth hurt
Twisted fingers
Television blurs
Switchblade curse
Wanna fuck with the silent type
Blood web in a violent night
Worlds lost to a guy in the sky
Lies told to the sheep 
Then followed out by the weak

Final Warning

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CoaastGxd -Dark Thoughts
Produced by Station 666
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Mike Stringer
Graphic by Hailie Beaulieu

Lyrics
I keep that dope rolled,
why im so cold? why my flow gold?
anxiety got me in a chokehold,
society lyin about the whole show,
no hope for anyone anymore, no,
so pass me the blunt cause i need to hit that,
im a dangerous maniac baby get back,
I take you straight up to heaven and then I flip that,
the hours eleven so I aint ever gunna sit back,

Get back cause Im about to snap, ehyuh 

I keep that blade close,
I dont trust anymore,
I cut all these fuckbois right down to the floor,
I wire their mind for hellfire and gore,
inquire and you will wash up on the shore.

I keep my pills close,
so I dont end up with a spilled throat,
real close, outa my mind im a real ghost,
dark thoughts, dark plots,
1 step from a gun shot,
Im lost

Im shoppin for a soul.
moppin my blood up off of the floor,
no more!
poppin pill after pill just to let me sleep,
im drinkin with no restriction increase my dosage every week,
It may be bleak but it beats and evening of counting sheep,
I sit and seep while the hole in my soul grows dark and deep,
Im tired of feeling obsolete,
I lay myself down,
six feet deep in the wet ground,
accept defeat eternal sleep.

Get back cause Im about to snap, ehyuh 

Im waiting, Im wasting away in my mind,
creating a place for my voices to hide,
I got hate in my heart,
and a couple of blades in the dark,
anxiety tears me apart,
dark thoughts never leave,
never lemme breathe, yuh,
dark plots, never seen,
Ima mad fiend, yuh

sippin that cyanide,
already dead inside,
all of my demons can see that im paralyzed,
I am irrelevant,
under development,
desolate skeleton,
my own impediment
I am my enemy,
you are no friend to me,
never no empathy,
death it is heavenly,
everything entropy,
plethoric jealousy,
holding the rope I am close to the end of me.

Dark rot,
Onslaught,
I step from an episode, Im God,

Dark Thoughts,
Dark Plots,
1 step from a gunshot,
Im lost

VIDEO

Dark Thoughts [prod. Station 666]

BLEED BLACK [prod. safeguard]

beat produced by @neverday
recorded/mixed/mastered by @thornwallstudios
artwork by rich

[False Prophets] Rise (prod. neverday)

IRAN

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Scorpio Prodz

Lyrics:
I just spent the day chillin wit my homies smokin
Fill my longues up till they green I never say im chokin
Merkin plenty chemicals enducin pyschosis
Water on her pussy split that shit like I be moses

30 calibur inside the rifle make em pose, shit
Pullin up to fire no one got a shot they gone miss
Taking real drugs, real green smell like cat piss
Bold of you to think, that Im gonna fuckin pass this

Murda on the beat, feds put my lines with the evidence
These underground losers claim they hard, but they aint shit
Woah
Fuck yo bitch on a boat
And this beef gettin old
Wrap that shit up wit the dope

Cus Im dope
Rob yo bitch for her burberry coat
Everytime you cause a scene
Swear I never fuckin know

Cus you scared of me
Weighed on me
Talk that shit you not my homie
Metal to his cranium
Not his heart boy he not that tony

Sellin bags out 98 intrepid
Everybody wanna talk but nobody gone wanna step it
If you come at me irrational you best fuckin correct it
I got issues witta attitude
None yo feelings een matter dude

I just put the lettuce next to medicine
Im makin soup
Thc and ecstasy help OCD anxiety
Maker her heel over and suck my dick just at the sight of me
I got that punk ass attitude that make you wanna fight with me




I done seen the blood run so deep that the shit look like it purple
Yall thought I was on some stupid shit like immitating urcle
Got a carcas gettin shot up bouncin like he hittin hurdles
Yall be scared when homies pass out I be scared when I cant hurt em

Thats that deeper shit
Pussy
Thats some thinking shit
Rookie
fuckin hoes who never shave
Put a strap on that 
wookie
Got that good smoke
Cookie
Used to always play
Hookie
Now the cops all after us
Cus it pays em when they 
Book em

UH

They divide mine
Cook em up like fine dine
Lobster on the menu
Cus its red when its wine time

Murder like its normal fine
Skrt the case like double time
No face no case
Why I hide mine

Fuck up something
Poppin something
Losin vision
Pukin nothin
Sober fuckin
Tender touchin
Painful lovin
Missin somethin

ay

AftrWrld +Scorpio

Big Roshi