lyric



Uh yuh
Til Death 
Til Death
Coffin Clique 
Yuh uh 



My moods been chill 
Attitude get still outta control when I lose my feel 
Out of flow but the booth gets killed 
Always know I go rude in the field 
Spewin the real wit some toxins that’ll drop em
Shoot to kill 
Mind Of the Sick, Used and Tilt 
Infected wit some reapers so I’m design wit a split 
You be disorderly dyin in this shit 
Dont fuck wit me ima morbid beast when strikin, can’t miss
Cruisin like a dark rider 
Lookin for corrupted souls attire
Fuck whats required
I’ll take any, blaze many wit fire 
From the gravel pit you desire 
Never see my shadow shit I’m beyond 
what fuckas can’t be on, Damn the clan be lit
Watchin the audience become an addict quick 
To that death, that reaper they gon havoc bitch 
On anybody you ain’t gonna see it comin 
Like some bullets you be duckin
These muthafuckin Shrouds on a huntin


Better be buckin quick can’t be fuckin wit 
Risty steez when I’m guzzlin
40’s always drunk and shit but still come equipped
Spittin like some drums and clips 
Spray yo body like canvas dump my spit 
Dump my shit
Shrouds all around my cypher 
Never get down, inbound wit fire 
Shredding instrumentals like I’m Myers
I guide undefined wit my casket hand
To their demise they confine in the savage land 
Ain’t no average man I’m no average joe
Winchester to ya attic hoe 
Thru the field I’m creepin like a savage
always at it wit the rappin tho
fuck up the cut like I’m slashin so 
Seraded, get faded, from the greatest to the worst 
Cause I can’t take it wit this curse 


Risty get gritty like the ripper I’m ripping 
Fuck yo spitting, this is sermons from a reapers living 
When I’m dead the bird is flipping 
Tracks I toast, fuck noose I’ll rope
Demons comin to end yo folk 
Ain’t no joke, wit the Shmoke 
Read to take yo soul blaze yo soul like jays I roll
Crucifix be flipped on demons
I’m rude as shit wit slits to keep in 
And let out seepage, fuck them haters that be fienin 
Fuck a hand out the get a beatin wit the beefin
Handle my enemies like beast and I eat them 
Crew be like concrete and asfault
You weak and wack y’all


Reaper gon serve you up 
Fall into a casket to burn you up
Crucifixes reversed on up

Shroud (prod. Broke Boi)

#StillGotMine #TilDeath
#Zone #BigShake
Run It Up 💪💪💪

Still Got Mine Ft Zone (Prod. ZoneDidThat x Big Shake)

Letter 2 My Kids (Prod By. 23:59)

"ill Death"(Prod By. Fleur & Wxlfstealth)

"Day By Day"(Prod By. PREMISE On The Beat)

"No Patience"(Prod By. Josh Petruccio)

Touchdown ft Kyle James x Nena Rosey (Prod. Mouss)

"The iLLest"(Prod By. ELIAS X)

Away I Go (Prod.Griesgrammar)

"Up's & Down's"(Prod By. ENIGMA)

Engineered by Big Shake

Lyrics:
City lights in the night
Reflection on the weapons 
In a minute I kill it they feel it i live it i did it can you dig it
Get with it
Only one that can do it in a minute you could loose it 
If your choosing who your dissing than your foolish 
Who bitch you bitch
Glock of the rhyme it got full clips
Clock of time hip hop do this 
Walk with a bop like the flow dont stop
It sho gon pop til the ten toes drop
This that away
Bitch haters say
We just rolling hard on the comp
If I could I would stop
The rhyme and the steeze be Immaculate
That's the wish 
Pass the spliff 
Master this
Vibes in the tribe everyday of our lives just proud we survived we just glide from the dive 
I'll show you the life of the mind
ridin
with the homies and I'm feeling like I'm O'shea 
I'ma tell like an OG motherfucking told me 
when you feeling lonely remember that your okay 
Never look back on the broken track remember it's just your old days
Take it back like the cap was a raiders
If my mind is a 9 then I sprayed ya
High score I got the mind of a playa 
I got the sight and I'm am danger 
Keep the street on a beep like a pager
Once upon a time eye.c made a rhyme
Happily ever after is mind over matter
Beats killed
He will
Demolition the mission ain't nobody missing 
End with a rhyme scheme shine so bright that its blinding
Over the look like I'm the shinning 
You stand still I be vibing 
Aaaaaaaahhh shit
I smoke alot in the apocalypse 
The problem was who the prophet is
Until 98 when I exist 
Flows so cold
But the snow gets old
I rhyme to rap, not to explode 
If to implode that means I'ma be unseen in the mist of debri and dreams
Cause if I fail then I can tell 
That I done well
And that's the deal in the hood to back of the woods to bankers and poles
To the rats off the streets and the cats that impose 
and the gats that explode 
And its uh
Shit show that is skitzo and the RIP shows when the wind blows stay equipped though dont slip hoe when the trips slow open up the window enjoy the simple symbols
Every word I speak 
It be bumping to the beat
Fuck that 
Everything I rap do it sound like a trap 
Even if I put it down like south on a map
not 1st not second or third 
It just verses 
will it live on through these songs success or the stress or the mess did I earn it
whats behind the curtain is far from perfect yo just fucking serve it
And I'm gone
End of song
I'm gone like I never was here
Dissapear like the steam on the mirror 
