AK3K  - CutUpHisFace (prod. unknwnshi)

What is it exactly? 

Lyrics:
couple steps forward watch u fuck around and back track 
couple steps back you ain't ever getting past that 
too high  now you losing like it's black jack 
stuck inside the past you ain't moving and it's fact facts 




pussy boy really wanna test that 
ar15 with a scope and its matte black 

get your fucking Body and your head snatched 
never in control now life feeling like a jetlag 


I can make a problem dissappear if it get spoke about
all these fucking dummies with their problems & their open mouths
never speaking much the only way I'm fucking moving out 
these pussies lose the goal & they ain't ever gonna get it now



now it's time to pay the fucking price 
you been a parasite 
you fall apart from in the seems you'll never seem to get it right 
surrounded by that ego 
caught up you ain't get a chance at life 
& you  ain't seem to notice yet  but pussy ima let it die

caged in this existence hearing wishes from a liars tongue 
what they really know about the itching till the morning come?
what they really know about the dirt that they aint ever done?
speak on shit in shelter and they pussy when the devil rung

JET LAGGED [PROD. TRULIFE]

Fix: https://soundcloud.com/cruciifix
Cover Art by Bleach

FENRIR

Locked Down FT Fix

written & performed by @blckbrds & @gullyspit
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz & @gullyspit
cover by Blckbrd

LAWN w/ Gullyspit

HOLLOW POINT feat. Undead Ronin (prod. Blunt Christ)

https://youtu.be/5lX3fNQpBhM

Lil bitch
Poison in my veins got it tatted on my wrist
Fuck her in the face while I'm puffin' on a spliff
Blood up on my blade I got blood up on my fit fit fit fit shit
Ion really talk I just show 'em how I live
Heard he wanna box so I broke a couple ribs
Where's your fucking god I got demons in my clique tik tik tik
Whoah, Ion fuck with feds
Never tell 'em what I know
Paint a fucker red then I leave him in the snow
Light a cigarette while your bitch is servin throat throat throat
Oh fuck, Ion wanna talk unless the shit about a buck
Kill a fucking cop drag his body through the mud
Begging me to stop but I love the sight of blood blood blood 
Imma misfit, wait on my shoulders & I told 'em I can't resist it
Loading these bowls up & I'm rollin' a fucking spliff bitch
Syrup in soda til a coma I'm boutta risk it
Sippin' corona & I'm suckin up on yo bitch tits
This shit simple as it gets I'm different
Sippin' henny & twistin' medicine listen
All of that fiction they spittin' missin' no competetion
I'm living devine
Sick in the mind
Gimme the pine
Sippin the whine
Grippin' a 9
Trippin I'm fine
Rippin a line
Feel like I'm dyin
Misery really hittin I really be independent
I feel like my wins are thinnin
Machete I hittem widdit
Now bleed bitch
Mothafuckas wanna talk I tell 'em eat dick
Burnin' rubber burnin' money I don't need shit
Stealin' flow stealin' swag hoe keep it
Lil bitch
Poison in my veins got it tatted on my wrist
Fuck her in the face while I'm puffin' on a spliff
Blood up on my blade I got blood up on my fit fit fit fit shit
Ion really talk I just show 'em how I live
Heard he wanna box so I broke a couple ribs
Where's your fucking god I got demons in my clique tik tik tik
Whoah

JMeekz [Prod. ROMA JONSON] *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

TWENTYTHREE - HANGMAN (prod. wadjet + aragoth)

Follow the fall with lost heads
I want it all in blood red  
Forever haunted nothing less
Hollow the soul, a marked end
Dead in the walls, it’s unsaid 
Sediment walking I’m stepping on graves
Severed, alone in the paint
Revenant horror nowhere to escape

Silence alone, raised with the ghosts, dead or better really came out the cold, any second be the second I go, ready waiting with a hole in the throat 
So low, shadows approach, filling my vision with enemy bones, enter unknowns 
Walk out the catacombs stepping on skeleton souls 

No remnants left it in the mud
Chopper stop it, leave a hole in the lungs 
Steady falling over pockets of blood 
Pop it, lock it, body dropping for none 

Forever ends all alone so I’m hanging em up right 
Follow the fall of the roads I’ll be left in the suns light 

Follow the fall with lost heads
I want it all in blood red  
Forever haunted nothing less
Hollow the soul, a marked end
Dead in the walls, it’s unsaid 
Sediment walking I’m stepping on graves
Severed, alone in the paint
Revenant horror nowhere to escape

Follow the fall with lost heads
I want it all in blood red  
Forever haunted nothing less
Hollow the soul, a marked end
Dead in the walls, it’s unsaid 
Sediment walking I’m stepping on graves
Severed, alone in the paint
Revenant horror nowhere to escape

HANGMAN (PROD. WADJET + ARAGOTH)

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced @zepelinbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

ICONOCLAST

MOBBS RADICAL x THE FALLEN KING x NOTIONS x MVKO- FXCK Y0U(PROD. ALYCE)

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

ICONOCLAST

blckbrd.

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