Anti-World II

Just to Reek Havoc

This Is Insanity Freestyle

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100 DAY PRIME

syringe - think stink (NO EGO MACKEY)

prod. @rsevn & @save
mixed by @save
art by @save

**LYRICS**
SAVE :
lights out
running out of time now
where the fuck did the time go
drugs fucking up my timezones

fucked her once now she acting like she know my lingo
bad lil bitch yea she bi-lingual 
had to throw her to the side
that bitch way to fine to pass up

VAYLE :
tell her hands up like a student
fall apart baby you should've knew this
call on god when u feel satan moving
you a lie if no one told you to cool it

reach for stars when its no point to do it
it ain't hard for a nigga to shoot it
that's my shot bitch i'm known for the hooping
play with brains make everyone lose it

SAVE :
told that nigga that's my shot
gotta shoot before the clock
look at me what you see (a ghost)
it ain't him it was me (she knows)

what i'm sipping on cold
in my chest let it snow
you ain't real you ain't real
let it go let it go

VAYLE :
we destroy so well
we both run this hell
you know me so good
and i don't even know myself

i destroy so well
we both run this hell
i know you so good
and you don't even know yourself

chris vayle—dstroy w/save prod. rsevn & save

First single off "Exitium," coming soon.

Lyrics:

PRIVATE PARTIES WITH THE 1 PERCENT/
SHOOTING ALL ATTENDANTS AT THIS MARVELOUS AND GRAND EVENT JUST DISPLAYING MY TALENTS GOT A PAST OF POST TRAUMATIC STRESS/ SLEEPING ON A WALL THAT'S WHAT MY BACKS AGAINST/ BRACE YOURSELF WHEN FUKKIT QUICKLY GRASPS THE PEN IMMACULATELY DASHES LINES THAT CRACKS THE NECKS OF ALL OBJECT/
SHUN'EM LET HIM LIVE OR SHOULD I BASH HIM DEAD ILL ASK AGAIN/
SHOULD I KILL THEM ALL OR LET THEM CRASH INSTEAD/
CAUSING ALL THESE RAPPERS TO LOSE BALANCE GETTING LOST AND MAD THEY LAST AGAIN/ 
SHOULD I SHOW COMPASSION FOR THE PASSIONLESS IS MY QUESTION/
SIMPLE ANSWERS NEVER GRANT THE HARDENED HEAD A HAPPY END/ 
MAYBE IM NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW/
STILL HERE WITH THE BOASTING FLOW SHOWBOATING WHILE I MOTORBOAT HER WETTER THAN A COASTAL COVE/ 
DOING SHOWS, 
COAST TO COAST AND HOUSE TO HOUSE, BROKE THEM DOORS, GIVE MOUTH TO MOUTH TO ALL YOUR WHORES SHE PANTING WHILE SHE CHOKES SOME MORE/ 
PISTOL POKE YO POST MALONE, NO SKI MASK ON GET TOASTED WARM,
IT'S CLOSE TO WAR, TIME FOR POSTAL CARDS AND NOTES THAT WONT COME HOME/

NOBODY ELSE HIDES AND SURVIVES FROM THIS DAY FORWARD/
ITS A CONSTANT MONOTONOUS SWINGING WITHIN UNCONSCIOUS AND NOW THEY BOUT TO SEE WHAT THEY ALL PRAYED FOR/ 
NIGGAS FINNA HAVE TO WAIT IN LINE CAUSE THEY PAID FOR IT/ 
THIS THAT BARREL TO THE MOTHERFUCKING FACE SHIT THE SAME TIP OF GRACE YALL LIL GIMMICKS NEEDA TASTE QUICK/
JUDGE FACING THE DIRECTION OF THE PLAINTIFF WIT BLOOD STAINED HATRED THAT DRIPS DOWN PAGES/ 
WHAT IS LIFE AT THIS POINT NOTHING REALLY JUST A STROLL-THROUGH CONCEPT/ KNOW YOU WANNA OBJECT BUT PROCESS PROGRESS/ CAN YOU EVEN SEE A BETTER PLACE WITHIN THIS DARK MESS, HUMANKIND CONQUEST?/ 
WATCH WHEN THE TIME STOPS-A-TICK/
LET IT ALL FALL DOWN CROSSING THE BRIDGE, ITS A SHAME HOW ITS GONE DOWN DROPS LIKE A TWIG SNAPSHOTS OF A TIME LAPSE LOST IN ABYSS/

Mortem (Prod. The Virus And Antidote)

Fuck where you at
I got the pack
I got the tech
I got the mag
I got the glock
I got the beam
Shoot at your niggas 
Shoot at your spleen
Aim at your head
Dot on your hat
Body get hotter 
Heat on your back
Boy do not move
You’ll get attacked
I got a bitch
Straight off the map

I got a bomb
Ready to blow
I got a noose ready to choke
I got a boat
Ready to float
I got a bag full of bodies and rose
Pocket of posies to cover the smoke
Spit on my dick while I’m gagging a throat
You are a joke and I’m sick of you oh 
And by the way I am hoping you fold

Heater Blaze [Feat. Sybyr] (Prod. Crypt)

Boy it’s dark
Outside in the fucking night time
I got money on mentality 
And sinning in the rise
Boy it’s dark
Outside boy you running out of time
I got money on mentality 
And sinning in the rise

I ain’t gonna lie lil bitch I’m tyrant
Fairly vibrant 
Like a hydrant 

I need silence 
Do not speak 
Only money talk to me
I like violence and deceit 
I put money on that mink
Cyka blyat what you mean?
This “No Russian” mission fleet

What you think?
Off your meds?
Out your body?
Out your bed?
Cocaína in the shed if any puta gimme head

Feel this lead on your face
Drip drop my newest paste
You ttrip trip in your place
Too late for armistice 

Pockets holding green I could compare it to a vase
But I’d rather talk about how many dinner plates you ate
I got 40 something bitches and that’s two in every state 
That don’t even add it up
I got so many I mistake

I’m a hot headed nigga with a temper on erupt
Imma bust
If I have the circumference to run it up
Y’all talk
I tuck
The difference between the us
I run in with fisticuffs
And I’ll scuffle with any fucks

M I A (PROD BY BLVC SVND)

BLVC SVND