Name: COLD (feat. Unaverage Gang) by BRIBE
Duration: 2 min 46 s
Description: out everywhere - https://linktr.ee/Fxckbribe

Lyrics: 
It's the local terrorist,
I'm always riding through the city,
With the pistol on my lap,
I'm screaming out,
For you to get me,
You can come and take the bait,
Ill hit you right inside your kidney,
Spin around bust the block,
burn it down,
And take you with me,
I'm a suicidal bomber,
Blow this shit,
Until they get me,
Ain't no witnesses around,
Because i ride,
When no one with me,
Look inside your fuckin eyes,
When you cry,
Don't forget me,
Do not run your fuckin mouth,
If you won't die,
For what you feeling,
Muthafucka what,
----
Close your muthafuckin mouth,
Did you hear something,
I ain't come to fuckin talk,
I came to get it busting,
M, m, m,
Mask on my face,
When you see me coming,
They screaming out,
To Call the cops,
When we get to dumpin,
I said it ain't the last time,
Imma keep my word,
We'll light this muthafucka up,
You get what you deserve,
I hope you heard,
I ain't talking bout this shit online,
You smiling all up in my face,
Thinking shit is fine,
Till I cock the 9 hoe,
------
Pull up on a muthafucka,
With the black cat,
Everybody always thinking,
That they really bout that,
I ain't never gave a fuck,
To come in contact,
With anybody thinking,
That I wouldn't bring the combat,
I'm a terrorist,
I'm looking where the bomb at,
To blow a muthafucka,
Through the river,
Where they drown at,
Coming from a city,
Where you always see the clouds at,
Look up at the sky,
See the rain,
And its all black,
Everybody wanna talk,
Until you explode,
Then wanna call the cops,
When they seeing that you want smoke,
Snap your muthafuckin hand,
And break the damn phone,
I try to keep It to myself,
You wanna take me out my zone,
I try to keep it to myself,
But I get tired,
Of muthafuckas thinking that i wouldn't bring the fire,
See the heat,
Eat the weak,
When I roll by ya,
Never give a fuck no more,
Because i'm on fire,
------
You don't really wanna start this,
Start this,
I'll make your ass my target
My target,
Imma turn into a marksman,
A marksman,
Hit your ass where your heart is,
I'm heartless,
Muthafuckas in the darkness,
The darkness,
Ima turn into a marksman,
A marksman,
Hit your ass where your heart is,
Your heart is,
Muthafucka I am heartless,
I'm heartless,
Yeah,

911 (Prod. EYKEY)

Prod MSDOX

Lyrics:
Oh My God

Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
Why are these boys always tryna be so fucking fake with me?
When I die, I got nothing that I wanna take with me
Bury me
Bury me
Pussy are you daring me?
Dancing with the devil
Got my demons there with me
No love in the air, I knew that you were never there for me
People make me sick, I don't care if you care for me
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me

I'm too forsaken
Ya'll pussies for Satan
All my bitches universal and my niggas come gun blazin
Cook this beat mignon filet
So what the fuck they sayin?
Keep they bitches in my spaceship
Saber playin on her station
You don't really know what it look like huh?
When a nigga like me come through so fresh so clean
On the scene, bitch I'm big like pun
All this weed, I gotta light some
All these hoes, I gotta pipe one
Fuck that, that's dead, I pass it to the bro
If they ahead me, then I pass em fa sho
My show, I need my cash, my dough

I won't give up my place at the round table
Take a sip of the holy grail and pass to the left
Like clockwork, I'm sick of counting these minutes down
My patient's patiently waiting for his final breath
When I talk I know you don't think that I sound stable
Pull a stick on a motherfucker and shoot through his chest
I have run through my trials and all my tribulations
It's up to God if he thinks I passed the test

Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
Why are these boys always tryna be so fucking fake with me?
When I die, I got nothing that I wanna take with me
Bury me
Bury me
Pussy are you daring me?
Dancing with the devil
Got my demons there with me
No love in the air, I knew that you were never there for me
People make me sick, I don't care if you care for me
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me


Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
Why these boys always tryna be so damn fucking fake with me?
When I die, I got nothing that I wanna take with me
Bury me
Bury me
Pussy are you daring me?
Dancing with the devil
Got my demons there with me
No love in the air, I knew that you were never there for me
People make me sick, I don't care if you care for me
Say it with me
Descend into madness
Say a prayer for me


I need that bag cause I can't wait no mo
So little nigga, show that money what you waitin fo
I mix that henny with the trauma tryna stay afloat 
But it's not workin I'm still hangin from that fishing pole
For real

Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani
Tell me why these burdens in my life are set upon me
Swing!
My suffering is funny
I don't give a fuck if you hate me or you love me, yuh

music video

Forsaken Me with Bill $aber

Album coming soon.

Directed by @Earl Stan 
Written by @Earl Stan and @UNAVERAGE GANG 
Shot by @kidmoga
Outfits by @nadeldrobe
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Earl Stan - World Is Over Ft. Unaverage Gang

CASH (Prod. AMANTES)

[VAGUE]

You never written
If you writing in stone
So get the fuck up out your feelins
Only matchin the tone
Forget it
What’s it take to be feelin alive?
She callin all her fucken friends
Sayin she grabbin a knife
You find her body on the wall
That’s surrounded by fog
And you blinded by the fear
Like you waiting to fall
Cause at nighttime
You’ll be seein your timely demise
You gotta find the right place
To see the truth in a lie
Yeah

[T.R.I.P.]

UAV in sin city with Sinizter
Why they looking at us crazy
Like we just killed a minister 
Grab the Glock or the scissors
Either way we still killing ‘em 
Walking round inside crypt
It’s like I gotta get rid of ‘em
Another day that you pussies wanna run away 
Grab the K and the mags
Now we on the way 
Hanging out the window screaming better andale 
Dropping bodies down the Lake
Tied up in rusted chains

[SINIZTER]

I chose to be the villain, left hand path cause fuck a cape
I’m on a killing spree got UAV’s to spot the fakes
I got these hoes so mad how I bend the bars till they out of shape
Don’t bite my tongue said what I said I know we not the same
They say steel sharpen steel, well I got an axe to grind
So I call the boys, Unaverage Gang we layin’ down the rhymes
I’m a Joaquin Phoenix on the edge, I walk the finest line
No Joker baby, Johnny Cash it’s One Piece At a Time
Sinny be known for doin’ the most, I’m takin’ a shit on my foes
I pick up the phone, the money is close so I cannot fuck with these hoes
I go for the throat, like Michael the goat, I’m Pennywise makin’ ‘em float
Charon at the boat, abandon all hope, I turn ‘em from human to ghost
If it takes two to tango, fuck it bitch then make it three
Triple headed Cerberus boy we the nominees
And we the ones they bumpin’ out the speakers guarantee
Undisputed trio out here, we the lock and key

Red Door

UNAVERAGE GANG x SINIZTER - RED DOOR

[HOOK: MOSSBACK]

Through the madness of it all
Somehow I can still manage to see
That I can never take back
All the pain I caused
Or the things that were done to me
But in the end I know 
It's exactly what I need

[T.R.I.P.]

Ain’t no holding back
My soul is broken in half
I'm having visions of the terror
Thats ahead of my path
Blood dripping from the candle lights 
I feel alive at night 
I hit up Mossback
To end your mothafuckin life
Say my name again
I’ll have you reaping what you sow 
Reaching to my hip and cockin back my FN 44
Only fucking a few
But we still mobbin like a cult 
Take a trip inside my mind
Feel the madness so that you know 
Grass full of snakes
This game is just filled with fakes
If you ain’t bumping the gang
Get the fuck up out the way
That boy zyller with bass
Don’t me tell it takes
I’m a vet inside the game
7 years of burning flames yuh

[VAGUE]

Put the barrel to my head
While I’m layin in bed
Puttin me to fucken sleep
Is like raisin the dead
As I’m pushin thru the obstacles
Cause life been paranormal
So I’m chasin out my dreams
And I’m depressed to feel normal
Get the fuck up out my way
It’s not the only mistake
You try to cast a fucken shadow
Don’t be afraid of the shade
And If you trying to seek the steps
You gotta minus the pain
Cause all these pussy mothafuckas
Think that the grave is a game
If you always feelin like you livin
Life in a struggle
I’m only 6 feet deep
Go and get you a shovel
So don’t be bitchin
If your always runnin late to the huddle
You’re only hurting on yourself
If you drownin in puddles for real

[HOOK: MOSSBACK]

Through the madness of it all
Somehow I can still manage to see
That I can never take back
All the pain I caused
Or the things that were done to me
But in the end I know 
It's exactly what I need

Dark Horse Lament

Dark Horse Lament (feat. Mossback) [Prod. Zyller]

out everywhere - https://linktr.ee/Fxckbribe

COLD (feat. Unaverage Gang)

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E

[VAGUE]

Fuck up out my way
I’ll never chill in a grave
Let’s try to talk about 
The lames, cause it drives me insane
You got a feelin
That your mind is always trapped and enslaved
Look she forgot about bodies
Cause she trackin the fame
It only takes one look
I’m divin into hell in spite
Do you feel like you’re dyin tonight?
Many of you
Never could ever pass the fright
So you hide down low
So you can wait out the fight
Veins always feelin like a great mistake
And everybody like to watch
Cause they hopin you fade
But then you crawling back and
Lookin for attention you crave
You forgot about the miles
That you put upon me
When my minds always spinnin
I’ve been lost in a cave
People wanna be friends
Just as long as it pays
Take a look at my face
Is it telling my ways?
Got a bottle full of liquor
For the final days

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E

[T.R.I.P.]

This Unaverage Homicide
Middle fingers to the sky
Load up all the magazines
Mothafuckas gonna die
Choppa loaded up
I’m spraying from the fuckin hip
I bet your bitch
Just want another dick
These hoes just make me sick 
I’m craving violence tonight
Bitch it’s on sight 
I’m creeping up in the moonlight
You gon die 
Unaverage Gang gonna bring back
That dark side
The devil told me to grip tight my 45 
Mothafuckas switching up
Way before the fame 
Gotta wake up go and get it
Everyday until the grave 
Got no time for playing games
Tryin to make it with my gang 
Pussy what you gonna say
When you see us on the stage?
Couple of demons out the crypt
Trying to hit a fuckin lick
Creeping around corner
Never a gave a fuck about a bitch 
Pick ‘em up and drop ‘em in the coffin
For the fuck of it 
Young T.R.I.P. from the crypt
Takin all they shit

Unaverage Homicide

Unaverage Homicide [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

Entrance fight track
Lyrics song Sas style

-Killer Instinct 


[Verse]
Step in the ring, my heart drum-poundin' thunder,
Eyes laser sharp, I see 'em goin' under,
Hands heavy, mind sharper than a blade,
Calculated moves, every choice is made.

[Chorus]
Killer instinct, beast mode engaged,
Fight to the last, never trapped in a cage,
Opponent's breath drawin' short, feel the night,
Final round comin', still ready to fight.

[Verse 2]
Footwork slick, dancing on adrenaline,
Every swing aimed, every motion's disciplin',
Reached deep for the strength they wanna steal,
Iron in my veins, fists wrapped in steel.

[Bridge]
The crowd roars and the sweat drips a river,
Head clear as water, can't afford to quiver,
Gasp of air, I step forward relentless,
Hunger for the win keeps my heart defenseless.

[Verse 3]
Dodgin’ shots like they movin’ through jelly,
This knockout here’ll be on the telly,
Opponent stumbles, the ending bell sounds,
Raised up the champion, the crown rebounds.

[Chorus]
Killer instinct, beast mode engaged,
Fight to the last, never trapped in a cage,
Opponent's breath drawin' short, feel the night,
Final round comin', still ready to fight.

COLD (feat. Unaverage Gang)

BRIBE

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