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Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

when the summer ends except it's acoustic
Lyrics:
my mind is clear
I disappeared
and fell right back to you
my heart’s a mess
lost since you left
I guess it’s for the best
the feeling in my chest
when it’s the place you rest your head
keep your hand tucked in my hand

we’re lost again
there’s nothing left
I walk this empty road
but don’t know where to go
outside your place
it starts to rain
but that’s alright with me
there’s nowhere I’d rather be

so hold me a bit closer again
I ran too far and reached the end
the fog will slowly start to fade
bringing memories back I tucked away

I ran so fast
I thought that I could reach you
and fell right back
convinced I didn’t need you
it hurts so bad
and I’m so fucking sorry
can we go back
to talking in your driveway

I’m paranoid
can’t hear your voice
it wakes me when I sleep
the silence when I dream
I fill the void
with empty noise
the shivers in my sheets
the shaking in your knees

couldn’t hide the way I felt
but I did this to myself
or maybe we were just pretending
and I carried out the ending
left my sweater by your shelf
darling keep it for yourself
I’ll be fine here in the cold
just really hope you’re doing well

I’m standing at the spot we used to meet
your hands around my neck I couldn’t speak
but all this time been on my mind it’s all my fucking fault
and now your eyes eat me alive I’m never waking up
so tell me darling do you think of me?
as I’m falling off the edge
back to the nights I couldn’t sleep
fall asleep with me
I couldn’t reach you
I’ll never reach you

when the summer ends (acoustic)

originally performed by rainbow kitten surprise

produced by sk8miles

completely non profit

lyrics

called to the devil and the devil did come
said to the devil, devil, do u like drums?
do u like cigarettes, dominos, rum?
he said only sundown, sundays, christmas
some days end when i need a few friends
now and again, i could never hope to keep them
thought to give friends what i thought that they wanted
never had they needed a good friend as i been

dont get me venting on friends who resent u
cus all u've ever done is been a noose to hang on to
they thought was a necklace and reckless the fell into hell
where u both hang with nothing to do
but scratch, kick, let gravity win
like, fuck this, let gravity win like,
u could leave it all behind
even the devil needs time alone sometimes

u could let it all go
u could let it all go
its called: freefall
its called: freefall

called to the devil and the devil said quit
cant be bothered, better handle ur shit
keep about ur wits man,
keep about ur wits
know urself and who u came in with
can i sit down? i been husslin all day
i cant even count how many souls i made
off the same deal ur on
remember, the devil aint a friend to no one

well fine, true,
but u could let it all go
u could let it all go
its called: freefall
its called: freefall

called to the devil and the devil said 'hey!'
why u been calling this late?
its like 2am and the bars all close at 10 in hell
its a rule i made
anyway, u say ur too busy saving everybody else to save urself
and u dont want no help
oh well
thats the story to tell

like u could let it all go
u could let it all go
its called: freefall
its called: freefall
u could let it all go
u could let it all go

cus aint shit free but falling out
that shits easy let me show u how, its like -

it's_ called:_ freefall_ (sk8miles)

cover of 'wear' by @xona
guitar played/re-recorded by logan

speak lightly
i won't seem
that worried
about u and me
down few
many lose
lives quick
nothing’s new
hiding right behind you
you’ll choose
you’ll choose

from what i wear
to see and stare
i swear i swear
you’ll have my care

how are you here with me
i told you i’m scared of-
graphic and the terror to seize
it’s more than it could seem
it’s more than wear and tear
and i could hardly bear
and i could hardly bear
i  could hardly bear
i could hardly-

from what I wear
to see and stare
i swear i swear
you’ll have my care

wear cover (xona)

COLD BLOOD FEAT. SHADE APOLLO (PROD. FALLEN)

This is the fist song release off my upcoming album. Enjoy.

Dear Ghost

closet full of skeletons and fake friends <3

lyrics :
Savagegasp -
cause I’m a grave man 
Skeleton man 
not no bape man 
 Fake man’s 
Ditto face man’s 
man I hate them 
Closet full of skeletons 
and some fake friends 
Halloween decorations 
Tell ‘em hang 10 
rinnegan see thru fake friends 
Damn , that’s pain man 
ye man in 08 man 808 blam 
OvO 
Keep a drake jammed In my waist band 
haunted house 
how I pop out with the gang man 
in the field like a scarecrow 
with my kinfolk 
red dot like a pimple 
on your temple 
u can feel me when the wind blows 
And the moon glows 
 Tia and tamera twin glocks shoot akimbo 
mobile suit gaspare 
Gundam boots smashin 
one to ur neck 
one to floor gassin 
Skelton jack in the back on attack 
Better titan up boy I’m on y’all assess 
cause I’m a grave man 
Skeleton man 
not no bape man 
 Fake man’s 
Ditto face man’s 
man I hate them 
Closet full of skeletons 
and some fake friends 
Halloween decorations 
Tell ‘em hang 10 
rinnegan see thru fake friends 
Damn , that’s pain man 
ye man in 08 man 808 blam 
OvO 
Keep a drake jammed In my waist band 
haunted house 
how I pop out with the gang man 

kamaara :
looking at the end (yuh)
i can feel death blowing kisses in the wind (yuh) 
i can only see her when im looking through the lends 
fatal frame baby this shit ain’t a game 
if you saw it how i see it you would prolly go insane 

don’t know what it was or what i saw but i can hear it lurking screeching outside in the hall 
baby better hold tight your in for a long night 
Gaspare and kamaara digging graves out in the moonlight 


cause I’m a grave man 
Skeleton man 
not no bape man 
 Fake man’s 
Ditto face man’s 
man I hate them 
Closet full of skeletons 
and some fake friends 
Halloween decorations 
Tell ‘em hang 10 
rinnegan see thru fake friends 
Damn , that’s pain man 
ye man in 08 man 808 blam 
OvO 
Keep a drake jammed In my waist band 
haunted house 
how I pop out with the gang man

sorry im a haunted house へ(^^へ)～ w/ kamaara (prod. spock + polearm)

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

MYLAR (w/ Saliva Grey)

BODAH REVY - AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION? 
(produced by Blunt Christ)

LYRICS:

Bitch I got my woes on my side
Biddie, bye on that fuck shit
My hoe already died you and I never function 
My fet breakin heads taking names on that dumb shit
I step to your neck throwing shade when I bust bitch
I bang on your block fifty dollars and a screw loose
Who knew? Make em pick a side baby you choose
Im drugged out playing with the dead like its voodoo
My pack will tell a story show exactly what we use to

Okay! throw my shade
Biddie wanna fuck and talk about stain
I don't give a fuck when I'm out my mind 
But it don't mean shit when the bitch on fade, aahhh
Cut it off top with the razor
Lick it all off with the tongue
Stickin it back I heard you all cap
My body on crack I pack it up numb

Bitch I came up out my city banging fetty like its nothing
My pack raw, got fatal keys 
I piss em off when I bang my shit
My crystal make petty work 
You pissed off cause I made it work
I fucked up and then brought it back
With a .45 and 2 hunnit worth
Big fade I can't feel my body when I bang grey
Turning y'all to fodder when I throw shade
Pistol came with that blocka
Droppin anybody who got it 
Pussy stay up outta my pockets - revy

AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION?

AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION? (prod. Blunt Christ)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLOW

Verse I: KILLHOLLOW

Hair down in the Stu bitch
I really feel like Bones
Put a round in that fools lip
And fucking send him home
I’ll be bound in a pool pit
Of flesh and fucking bone
Let me drown in the gruel bitch
I’m leaking from the dome

Heard me creeping from the moans
Switching time up with the tones
Had to write a couple tomes
To get my brains up off the stone
Bitch I’m barely fucking grown
Been through more than all you know
Slipping deeper than before
I’m bouta pop that fucking 4

5 rounds in the clip
Face down in a fifth
Stomp ground in the pit
Wrists bound, leaking slit
Holly loud in the tint
Smoking pounds of a scent
Till I drown in my piss
Rot found, take some pics

I’ll be killing motherfuckers
Till I’m laid inside a casket
I’ll be climbing up your walls
See my spine out, bending backwards
Peel your face off with my claws
Musculatory System fashion
I’ll just dislocate my jaw
Now lift the maw and face the chasm
Motherfucker

Verse II: LORD GASP

One of a kind
Now let me collide
Be one with my animus
My chemical lineage
Holding the mine
The gold of a conoisseur
My ventricle pounding, venomous fluid
There’s something in my brain
Overthinking till i’m ruined
A blessing disguised as a pain

If I get a grammy ima fuck my bitch with the statuette
Why the scene had to turn corn this quick, had to evacuate
by the neck, I hold the leash 
I’m the shepherd 
And I’m the sheep of my own grief
I had to pull till it severs

I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em
I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em

IREALLYFEELLIKEBONES Ft. LORD GASP (Prod. by GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Cardeairè Jack x Saliva Grey - Web (prod. Aragoth)

BT#OMD!

DON'T SAVE ME

Prod by @prodplague906

LYRICS//

Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell
Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell you should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, till my veins cave in don’t save me 

Don’t save me I’ll find a way
With Empty words inside the smoke they disintegrate
Take away all of the pain with an early grave, slowly fade through the brighter days I’ll be at the gates
Don’t wait for the weeks I’m gone 
I’m a mess I get worse as the time goes on 
Pass by to the great unknown been trash let go goodnight won’t mourn 

Don’t save me
Don’t save me
Let it break through my skin and replace me 
Don’t save me
Don’t save me 
Let it break through my skin and replace me 

Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell
Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, don’t save me

DON'T SAVE ME (PROD. PLAGUE)

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

COLD BLOOD FEAT. SHADE APOLLO (PROD. FALLEN)

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