whats the deal part 2

still fucking up my socials
I keep myself in a different genus
wont tolerate your bullshit
that aint my thing I'll leave that to jesus
Im coming up; promotion
how come that I see myself beneath him?
Your voices drowning; ocean
never the same like a life in freedom

Dont you come at me 
youre still the fucking same
nobody gives a fuck about your music man
Those drugs have fucked your brain
you become just like who you associate with
thats why I distanced myself to avoid becoming a bitch

fuck a fake 
fuck a real
I dont know what to feel
I'm out of energy
to give a fuck about people 
like memory
y'all cannot fathom me
cant do it better
stop your pity battery
you cant do shit
resort yourself to cryin
truth dont work
so maybe I'll start lying
empty minded;
choose freedom or dying
kill the antagonist

If you want me dead
I'll kill you first
bad at throwing
but you know I'll catch that case

You are fucking trash
You're just the worst
got a problem?
Then come say it to my face

%% - Basics of Winning [prod. PULSE]

PROD. @k_ai_se_r
MIX&MASTER @k_ai_se_r
FEATURING @fuckapache



[VERSE 1 @fuckapache]

i got that
scope on my ar
fast like a jaguar
opps on my radar
thrash like slayer
vest made of kevlar
u a waste of space bra
jacket out of leather
looking like a beggar

murder is my only thought
hit you with the killshot
get some rope and tie a knot
then i fuck another thot


cuz im a fucking maniac
aiming at your fucking neck
shooting mags out of my tec
then im balling like im sheck

my weapons biotech
sipping triple sec
dont give a fuck bout gangs aye

[VERSE 2 STRIDA]

omen thunder godfist 
devil gene my blood im toxic
swinging lightnings through the sonic
mishimas are catastrophic

death is lurkin in the shadows
i feel like i decompose
bury me like pharaos
im a god you are too close

stridin thru depths im the man ay
bruisin the bitches to death ay
put you to sleep like some xans ay
bury you next to your friends ay


bitch i still feel like apache
i got shooters they go nasty
for a coin to feed their family
so they rip your spine casually
20 clips run a ralley
drill your head paint the valley
our quest - mercenaries

k9 by my side
war dogs off the leash
your life on the line
no odds for prestige

MANIAC FT. APACHE [PROD. KAISER]

This kinda shitty, i apologize, havent been very motivated or anything. Im sick atm so vocals were kinda hard to do. Love you all <3

RAZOR BLADE ! (PROD. 5:10)

prod @pxlse & @dytenna
decided to stop working on an album (biohazard) for now, it drained my creativity & annoyed me. ill just continue with droppings singles for now. that means i can drop a song ~ every 2 weeks instead of letting yall wait for months. 

lyrics:
knife in your fucking back
kick back of my strap hit you in the neck
where you bitch at, put you off the track
ready to attack, weapons in my duffel bag
fuck rap i dont care 
give me my flow back
no cap never scared that i might be dead 
wearing only black
rather be dead than listening to your tracks


still dont feel nothing, still got no emotions 
bones just keep crushing, drown you in the ocean
blood is still rushing, i might need ibuprofen
never been social, hopefully death is approaching

IBUPROFEN [prod. PULSE + DYTENNA]

lyrics:

DESERT:

sorry if you'll deal with me
fuck you if you doubted me
painting fresh blood of a fucking butchered sheep
on your front door saying fucking "apache"
shatter both your knees
with a shovel, three
sixes what i see,
what i strive to be,
you cant stop me
face reality
you a wannabe
feel the machete

bitch eat,
eat concrete,
curb stomp
make you bleed
break your neck 
with my feet, yuh. aye
dont care if you hate me
discolate both your damn knees
stanag mag, rounds thirty
finna shoot who the adresse?
got a bitch lookin like kylie
i think im just high g
im still on that killingspree

MUTILATE:

Im sorry if you had to deal with me
fuck everyone who has doubted me
painting fresh blood of a  butchered sheep
on your front door saying "apache"
shatter both your knees
with a shovel, three
sixes what i see,
what i strive to be,
you cant stop me
face reality
you a wannabe
feel the machete
(x2)

DESERT / MUTILATE [PROD. PULSE]

KEEP IT REAL

ARTWORK : CLONE
PRODUCED BY CLONE

CLONE SOCIALS
Twitter: twitter.com/clonethekid
Instagram: www.instagram.com/clonethekid/?hl=en
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4PEDT3kx00oQFvezHOng8V

KEEP IT REAL (PROD. CLONE)

RUNWAY

WESTON FT. KiD TRUNKS

WESTON (Ft. KiD TRUNKS)

Last single before the album drops mid November, hope you enjoy. 
Production, mix and art by me.

Lyrics:
Stop 
Huh?
Reason I might mix up all my shit there’s not a dub
Huh?
Leave it off my mind I need that caption 
No you don’t 
Huh?
Read it off the signs that are in nothing
had enough?
Huh?
You won’t stop backbone cracks up

Asphalt listing every floor I stick with guess I give up 
Swallow every metaphor I stick with, I dissever 
Rabbit hole is never ending, digging I might differ 
anticipating a full stop 
drop down, locked up 

Locked up duct
Slip down in my Concrete gut 
Rock crates seal em all tight Shut
Unsynced, turn it around you might miss an out 
Stuck inside 
i could drown

Face it a bitch aint gone do it 
When it infected their-systems, Applied tracer fluid 
Projects of shit got transparent reflections 
Dont noid when they’re coming from boxed in directions 
Turbulent mind in a whirlpool regarded i terms of internal inflections 
Arrogant fuck bathed in attention about as devoid as your span 
Huck your dick out for clout 

Wake up! alarms going off on [Redacted] only the worst of InTensions surfactant 
Just like a job with no Steve, taking self pity dick and it gets harder to breathe

SURFING WITH LIPPINCOTT

@ssjcxrpse
art: @lildvrkie

I JUST HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT
WHY ON EARTH WOULD BHRIS OR BEAMY BEND FOR ALL THE SHIT THEY SPOKEN?
I GOT NO HAIR FOCUS.
FUCK OUTTA MY FACE BEFORE THIS SHIT TURN TO AMERICAN HISTORY X
JUST TOOK A PISS IN ME BED
I GOT SOME SMOKE IN ME NECK
NONE YE BOYS DONT GET IT
NONE YE BOYS WONT HIT IT
ALREADY DONE SAID
GOT RACKS ALONG MY SLEEVE OFF ALL MY MEAT, STILL GOT TRICKERY LEFT
SCARE AWAY THESE HOES CAUSE MY CRIB SMELL LIKE A FISHERY DEN
CIGARETTE BRINGIN ME DEATH
SKINHEAD ON THE TARMAC
MY AIRSTRIKES GON SPARK, FLASH
MY HAIRLINE GO FAR BACK
IN MY STARE'S SIGHT SOME FAR PATHS
MY PIECE GOT PAPER CLIPS MEAT I SAVOR IT
(MEAT MAN!)
TAKE A BACKSEAT OR TAKE A RISK
FEATS UP, PAY FOR IT

big brain (prod. CXRPSE)

https://vk.com/hxnjv
https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/hxnjv/1314733042
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5VVyZn5ejKvxBwbfjyKWWY
https://hxnjv.bandcamp.com
https://www.instagram.com/hxnjv/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCD4JjfD5NaG7lXx0ugQ2hdA
https://twitter.com/hxnjv

HXNJV - INFECTED W/ KILL EBOLA (PROD. REGRETING)

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big brain (prod. CXRPSE)

BRUHMANEGOD