STREAM HERE: https://vyd.co/BvdlvdParadigmShift

Prod: @Skotskr

Lyrics:
shit the bed, everything’s about to change uh 
Buzzcut, new me, man im off the Mary Jane uh
the old me dead, that mother fucker died in vain uh
rearrange the code, I had to reprogram my brain uh
4 quadruple zero, first cheque paid
blew that shit all on some material 
broke as fuck now, need me a fuckin steering wheel
lucky the label hooked me up with a pretty good deal
cuz I could never get fucked my a suit and tie
pretty face ain’t all the stupid
I got a deep ass pocket and an impulsive mind 
you better shoot me if you ever catch me waiting time

think I give a fuck about ya following I see the jizz you swallowing
you a dick sucka, ass lick brudda 
and I’m that mad sick based motherfucker 

yeah all you yes men do is create delusion 
your friends to shit too give you a true opinion
i tell you straight to your face to clear confusion
you weren’t meant for this shit, go back to loosing 
ha aha ha ha
I’m bloody fuming, steamin
now I’ve got a reason to beam him
I seen him, shank up on the greenroom
you just a 5 foot tall fuck, waist of fuckin semen uh
step up step up
I put you up, I take you down, I take you off
I been online for more than a minute 
fuck the Internet, you kids ain’t wid it

think I give a fuck about ya following I see the jizz you swallowing
you a dick sucka, ass lick brudda 
and I’m that mad sick based motherfucker

straight fodder
please don’t bother
showing up of the fade might run up
I changed the way my brain sees shit forward 
it’s plain to say I’m game for another

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

PARADIGM SHIFT

STREAM HERE

SHOUTOUT: @pyrxciter @kxllswxtch @brianspenser @singe

ZER0XTHRASH X KXLLSWXTCH X PYRXCITER - DONT STOP! (prod. singe x brian spenser)

Art by @sammyfendi via IG

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by TRIPLE777

LYRICS:

Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
The matrix treats us all like mental patients no bitch I got no patience we all under surveillance,
The CIA tryna make us all complacent the NSA gets paid and then all our taxes get taken,
They keep you spiritually shaken,
Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation,
Hacking into life I’m Patrick Bateman,
This a break through psychiatric break in,
3rd eye open manifest high fashion,
3rd eye showin that I best take action,
I’ll die knowin god blessed my passion,
I’m open to it all that’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
Check it,
Feel my energy a Motha fuckin beacon 
a vessel of god you can feel it when I’m speakin,
I would never give it up to any of these demons 
Ima make em fall and I ain’t talking that season,
You fuckin punk bitch,
Who the fuck you think you playin with you dumb bitch,
I hope that sunk in,
I be really livin everything you bumpin,
Recently I had to watch my back myself,
And reassure everything that’s whack I felt,
Sorry not, (NOT SORRY) sorry to the hell,
They was tryna keep me all up inside of a cell,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction.

SORRY, NOT SORRY

SORRY

LYRICS:

I JUST WALKED INSIDE THE PARTY FEEL LIKE YARRI GOT MY GUN ON ME
HALF OF Y'ALL GON' DIE THE OTHER HALF OF Y'ALL STILL FUCK WITH ME
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW ALREADY
BITCH QUIT DUCKING ME
I WAS BTD SO I DON'T GIVE A FUCK 'BOUT NOTHING

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL

I'M PUTTIN' HOLES INSIDE Y'ALL CRV THEN WHIPPIN' THAT BITCH BACK INSIDE THE SHOP AND GET IT FIXED FOR ME
NEXT TIME Y'ALL PUT Y'ALL FUCKING EYES ON ME
THEM WINDOWS TINTED BULLETPROOF THE BODY FAGGOT FUCK WITH ME
I DON'T KNOW NOBODY NAME
BITCH PICK A LANE
AND KEEP Y'ALL FUCKING FOOT OFF MINE NOBODY GOTTA DIE TODAY
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FOR A CONVERSATION
Y'ALL DUMB AS FUCK Y'ALL KNOW Y'ALL CAN'T REPLACE ME
I BURNT THAT BITCH UP IT'S A CELEBRATION
MAKE SURE HIS MAMA CAN'T GO SEE HIS FACE
PUT YOU TO SLEEP IT'S NO MORE NOTHING BITCH

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL
X2

(I DON'T HAVE CXRPSE'S LYRICS FIGURE IT OUT)

NICOTINE W/ CXRPSE [PROD. FONY WALLACE & OLLIEYEAHH]

parasite

STREAM HERE: https://vyd.co/44smoke

Feat: Synsy
Prod: Prop

Lyrics:
what more could I need i got my smoke
+44 
what more could I need I got my smoke
send the postcode
what more could I need I got my smoke

brrrr brrr brrrr
laser spray okay, I hit this weed im finna choke
a guy like me don’t want his weed mixed with no chemicals
and no body wanna fuck with me
someone come fuck with me huh huh
no one fuckin with the UK smoke
you ain’t gonna get my spliff
you ain’t gonna get 1 toke
you ain’t gonna get one whiff of the weed
cannabis in need on tour 
you should give me a hit
fans outside with a spliff for me
they tryna smoke cuz I’m really the shit 
kick back while I watch the Mayhem unfold
get back get back get back don’t wanna get myself too involved 
too many beefs too many things that have been left at unresolved 
2 meter distance stuck around since Covid bunned off the globe

what more could I need i got my smoke
+44 
what more could I need I got my smoke
send the postcode
what more could I need I got my smoke

in my room scraping keef from out the bowl
still waiting for my g to hit my line we bouta smoke
got my green, cali imported +1 up on my phone, fuck that shit these man condone
none of them uk flavours, most man don’t know about them spices, can’t trust that like the talk bout the virus
high grade lifted bell me for the price list
if you did me wrong you shoulda got it in the first place
my beats’ll smack you harder than your parents on results day
these fucking neeks don’t even know what hit em in the worst way
i could call my gs you wouldn’t make it to your birthday
i spit malicious with intent cuh i’m that type of person
you in your head tryna fight yourself like tyler durden
always acting like the burden, pull the ropes the curtains closed
shows over for these bitches tell em

what more could I need i got my smoke

+44 SMOKE

*REUPLOAD CUZ IM STUPID*
STREAM HERE: https://vyd.co/GET-MONEY

Prod Fony Wallace & Strandead

Lyrics:
Huh
Come thru with the image too sick
Got the whole pit moshing when I drop them hits
and I make haste and I get them quids and I don’t waste time wanna spend that shit 
and I’m looking for the prick who can’t get me outta their head, I’m a fucking nightmare
I got no patience, stop fucking with me

I got five figures from fuckin screaming 
wassup, wassup with you bitch go clean the kitchen
I got, I got, diamonds on my teeth they glisten
BVDLVD V Britain, which side you picking?

just signed a deal
worth a bit more than a Tesco meal for real, and I’m real ill
just go pop a blue pill, dick go beww
pussy like AAHGGHHH
this life too surreal
imma see you cry once I hit that mill (uh)

dickheads will get got
you ain gonna get that top spot
you finna get dropped (ugh) 
alla this hater shit, eat it up for my lunch
I’m playin this game till quits, if you wanna win then punch
1,2,1, 2, left, right, uppercut, hook
Jab jab punch kick, imma hit him with a book 
look at then man there they shook 
eww alla them pills they took 
now I will admit that was me one time 
but I ain’t on that drug life
man I’m sat here on this cash grind
gotta get, gotta get that bag down

GET MONEY

prod. by justdan
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics
Play the field, the grass is greener on the other side
Take these pills until I feel another high 
Till I feel like another guy 
Until I feel a nice subtle rise in heat like it’s summertime 
Working double time
There’s never enough of time 
Not enough buffer to protect my stubborn pride 
Summarize this misery with supple lines 
Made from the cloth of my troubled thoughts, but it’s cut and dried 
Still greasy like it’s southern fried 
I settled on a style that some despise like undercover guys 
Money’s the truth, but that’s also where the trouble lies 
Tunneling trials and struggles high as the sunrise on summer skies 
Something lies beneath the styles they speak 
It’s been a while, I’ve been too weak to peak my head into the room to see what everyone’s been up to 
Look in the mirror, it’s hard to trust you 
Look at this clearer when I’m less puzzled 
When I measure out your love, it feels like I got hustled 

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

If loves the water in the sea, your smile is the rain 
Then I will scream out your name before I drown in the waves 
I’ve been down and out for days, while I’ve been counting on the ways, I could fall back on fantasies and find a new escape 
Or buy a new estate 
Provide a future fate with pride and strength 
In a house of fire, there’s no time to ruminate  
Another summer, I spent concerned my comfort would spiral into a term of contempt 
Under these terms, I resent my birth, this earth and the stench of herbals 
They drenched in oils or boiled in kettles to quench 
Settle the score with a rage I hide in my spirit that may arise in these lyrics 
I raise the lines to appear that I may survive
Had a close shave with the naked eyes 
Ashamed my hope was razor thin, so I just wasted time 
Assume that I’ll get revenge at a later time 
Light shimmers on cynics in a state of mind that stays confined 
Illuminating Satan’s eyes 
Maybe I’m lazy 
Maybe crazy, but life made me this way 
My brain is hazy in a matrix and a range of dismay 
I may long for the day I find love, but the longer it takes 
I stray away till I’m beyond being saved 
So, with this spark that lights this life 
Sometimes I feels it glows so bright that it excites and put me into fight or flight mode
Hold this mic like knives to protect me against the tight rope 
Bury all my bones and watch the dirt birth a new bright rose

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ADORE, LØVERBOY

prod. mercykill
mix & mastered: rose

[http://li.sten.to/walkingdoom]
official music video: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTd3s18A_RM]

lyrics:
put some paper in my pocket 
stack it up, I need a check 
i’m finna flip it, fuck it up 
i wanna hit sumn with a Tec
i wanna rip it, run amok 
them double digits turn to stacks 
i’m screamin “Kill em, hush em up!”
i need some crystals on my neck 

you wanna do it?
put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card, it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain 
choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
i’m comin through with the new tool 
and i’m too smooth 
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
got a loose screw 
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
with that deuce deuce 
put hole in him like a Froot Loop

why you lame? 
what you gain? 
why you hate a nigga?
my doggy maim 
gold fangs 
how he ate a nigga 
we droppin brains 
ya whole gang gon evade a nigga 
Peter Piper picked a pack of pistols to erase a nigga 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
(put some paper in my pocket)
i’m comin through with the new tool 
(stack it up, i need a check)
and i’m too smooth 
(i’m finna flip it, fuck it up)
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
(i wanna hit somethin with a Tec)
got a loose screw 
(i wanna rip it, run amok)
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
(them double digits turn to stacks)
with that deuce deuce 
(i’m screamin “kill em, hush em up!”)
put hole in him like a Froot Loop
(i need some crystals on my neck)

put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

put a body in the air with my fist like 
i’m in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
swear to god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight

official music video

Walking Doom

Stream here: https://vyd.co/Nip

Lyrics:
I been listening to to wrong voices
Taking all the wrong turns
I been making all the wrong choices
But im sure ill never learn
I aint enjoyin dis
I wanna watch the world but
but i cant be fucked to be concerned
yeah i cant be fucked to be concerned.

Hello (hi)
Can i take a nap on your tits
I just wanna nap on the nip
Cut the crap im the shit
so stick the strap on the glick and pull it back till it clicks
aim it, rack it, what you lack I commit
its only facts when i spit, fuck rapping quick

Im involved, motherfuckers really tryna press go
I been off runnin since you said so
best know, Tesco
Next flow
Im feeling like a freaky little doo da
Rappin bout my who ha
Wonder whats larger, my balls or the bells in London Tower
I used to watch chowder
Man that show was a banger

I been listening to to wrong voices
Taking all the wrong turns
I been making all the wrong choices
But im sure ill never learn
I aint enjoyin dis
I wanna watch the world but
but i cant be fucked to be concerned
yeah i cant be fucked to be concerned.

No i cant be fucked up and concerned about the wrong shit
Blank grey faces every turn, shit miserable
Everybody runnin in place like an eliptical
Everybody raps its pathetic and its cyclical 
Everybodys bag got another motherfucker on it x3
Im just tryna collect if im bein honest
I would rather lie to yo face than to lie upon the bodys of the past
in my undergarments
Damn you, you should be ashamed of the lengths that you cant move
Beamy got the Click, doin things that you cant do
You should be ashamed of the way that you run away from the only things that make you
cant stand you
Never realise its fake until its all up in yo face
Live your biggest mistakes over and over you break
till you getting close to the day
theres no composure and shame
and all you see is grey

Whys the sky grey? tryna ruin my day
I just had one drink, whys my stomach sideways
CCTV shows me doing drugs in my driveway
I was just with the neighbors getting granny smith proper high mate
Its fuckin Friday, tell Rebecca i want to get down to it tonight mate
Im tryna see betweent he knees to be polite mate
a fucking creep like me would leave u in a fright mate.

NIP (FEAT BRUHMANEGOD)

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

+44 SMOKE

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