Copy of "PROD @CRMSYN"

PROD @ikvri

--LYRICS--

when lx start roaming they closing they curtains expose me to crosses my skin get to burning/
choppa start bussing at vermin we curve em, the police start knocking I’m in the stu working/

I’m always hated but I’m always chosen I’ve been the one leaving em mangled and broken/
this ain’t a joke imma blow like osama yo face on the counter the room is left smoking/

changing the way that you fuckers cooperate I cannot wait till I paint that room/
red/
is it all in my head, boy I don’t really know I think I might be dead/

fuck what you heard I’m the on with the gun leave it smoking if you think I hold if for fun/
nothing funny when outside isn’t sunny I lurk in the shadows my foes turn to none/

what’s that?/
it’s a glock 45 with a toe tag get a body bag quick/
imma dip in the whip with the gang then go back home and prepare for the next hit/
that’s an all black fit with a mask to match, he keep talking that shit get his body snatched/
& I hit with speed that’s a fast attack, I’ve been off them Percs but I might relapse/

you cant hide man the devil been lurking/
I need blood so the timing is perfect/
walk in the crib and the crosses burning, lx ain’t around his soul deserted/
change my ways I could never do that/
man it’s all im gods plan imma face the fact/
imma grab that trap then reverse it, purge it, blow off my head get a surgeon/
ion pray to no god only pray to myself/
& I pray to that weapon that sit on my shelf/
like a cancer cell only time will tell, if it’ll fuck me over or if all is well/
but imma spin that block like a carousel/
send every gang banger straight down to hell/ 
& we all prevail when you don’t take that shit, if you wanna test then imma put yo ass in an acid bath I grab the mac then blast his back nothing sweet when the god attack/
you fucking fag we never lack, no time for cap, when you see me it’s a wrap/
boy it’s a wrap I wipe off maps/
I just snap then my killas come fast/
hit ya crib then we dip with the cash, we don’t leave a witness better run like the flash/
face to face with everybody I hate/
break the chains then I roam with the greats/
laser aim i shoot for nothing but brains/
I’m insane so I can’t be blamed/
lace the blunt I smoke straight propane, put coke in my nose then I kill all my foes/
WILL I GET BETTER WHO KNOWS 
WILL I GET BETTER WHO KNOWS

Spotify & Apple Music

God Wants It This Way [PROD. IKVRI]

Shout out Dkoolpharaoh for the backing vox

prod @frdmbeats

[lyrics]

they on my phone and they wanting the old me
said lx aint screaming no more
well fuck out my life if you think that you know me
why dont you come blow me
havent been mad in a minute
ive just been doing my thing, become one with the vision 
but this what you want right i swear to god imma end it

big glock that could shatter bones
sacrificial run up in yo home 
boy i really came to end shit
came in three i can shadow clone
im a goofy motherfucking kid that could really come and take you main bitch
talk shit and the same night we at yo crib empty every clip
wait wait is that him we gonna spin back and get him
ive been saving these coffin spaces for the right ops i can finally fill 'em
do you feel what i feel is inside of me wake up at night with the blood on my denim
im feeling like carnage with all of this red on my body i think i killed venom

caught a case from a mass attack that i committed with a mask and my daddys gat, i stole it
now im in the care whipping fast as i pass 2 cops bet they come in last, i drove it
but the cops are quick to blast and they on my ass and my tire flat, i rolled it 
now im in a church during mass and ill let off shots dump the mac and then reload it

what the fucks wrong with my head
what the fucks wrong with my head
fuck

fuck all that talking i know that i did what they said that i didnt 
dont give a fuck bout an image
dont give a fuck bout a rapper that saying hes better that me better stand at attention 
over business im grabbing the smithin i shoot with intention to put a big hole in his fitted
pussy he nervous he fucking his sentences up
better just stick to listening

fuck it im menacing
when im squeezing that choppa im leaving anything but innocent 
i never fitted in
and i got a screw loose in my head and i dont plan on fixing it
but i stay vigilant
never thought i could rap in this game cause the color my pigment is 
shout out my listeners
greatness what you witnessing move around town like we militant

they on my phone and they wanting the old me
said lx ughhhh you were my favorite rapper and i think that you owe me
why dont you come blow me 
i dont owe shit to anybody fuck are you talking bout
keep on yapping im upping the body count
put another tally on my glock 9 then i walk in the mall and i buy it out

i was the one selling adderall to the nerdy kids in the locker room
i was the one with the fish scale doing 3 lines by the after noon it aint a problem
you got an op then i solve em
i getchu hit while im taking a nap
only problem that i cant solve is for you stupid fucks that want the old me back

SPOTIFY & APPLE MUSIC

You Hear That? [PROD. FRDM]

DISORDER

PUBLIC ENEMY

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

lyrics:

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Kick the bucket
Its always something
I tried dying chugging bleach but it did fucking nothing
Think i needa get a nut in
My anger bussing
Take her down into my dungeon
And do the the fucking

He was messing with my capital we put him in a casserole
Big rocks load the catapult we knocking down your castle hoe
Do not call my telephone no service in the CATACOMBS
I cant stand that bitch i fucked her once and then i had to go

Labels schedule meetings i don't ever show my face
I'm too busy over seas she want the dick like s'il te plaît
Stupid fucks just want a buck that i wont ever give away
A&Rs are served for dinner salty contracts add to taste

Talking all that shit now that's some shit i'm sick of
I been gone over a year and my ass still the shit bruh
Sneaky in my silence got some flesh to rip up
Draco drank too much blood now it got the hiccups

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Spotify

CATACOMBS! (prod. Deademane x ³³marrow)

LYRICS: 

banzai ! motherfuckers they talkin but will not
comply 
mother fuckers they steppin on to the wrong side
ima keep it a hunnid with you i won’t lie 
lul bitch i hope that you stepping out with your goodbyes 
i’m about to swallow my pride with no chase
mother fuckers always talk about shit that they can’t face 
ima keep a lul blade on me time to carve yo faith
and i don’t need the sympathy just to give you grace

i’m boutta fuck up the place, man i don't give a shit how i’m raising my hell again
anarchofuckhead i’m talking my shit and i’m right in this bitch with no elegance 
i’m boutta step in the scene like a god and i don’t give a fuck bout my arrogance
"i know you remember me", think i forgot who you is cuz i’m walkin with excellence

walk in this bitch man im walkin with resonance 
you suckin my dick for a piece of the relevance
don’t try to talk to me with no intelligence 
you fake till you make it you really be sellin it 

bitch im really bad to the bone, smoke by da pack , need da gas and cologne 
and i don’t give a fuck i’m alone , can’t stress a bitch she gon turn you to stone 
and i be really mad on my own, when he talk bout the shit that i do not condone
man that pussy really act like he grown, he be talkin his shit but can never act on his own
put a scar on his face i put the al in capone
i be takin my shot i put the chrome to his dome

i’m boutta fuck up the place, man i don't give a shit how i’m raising my hell again
anarchofuckhead i’m talking my shit and i’m right in this bitch with no elegance 
i’m boutta step in the scene like a god and i don’t give a fuck bout my arrogance
"i know you remember me", think i forgot who you is cuz i’m walkin with excellence

banzai ! motherfuckers they talkin but will not
comply 
mother fuckers they steppin on to the wrong side
ima keep it a hunnid with you i won’t lie 
lul bitch i hope that you stepping out with your goodbyes 
i’m about to swallow my pride with no chase
mother fuckers always talk about shit that they can’t face 
ima keep a lul blade on me time to carve yo faith
and i don’t need the sympathy just to give you grace

SPOTIFY

BANZAI ! (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

SHOUTOUT: @pyrxciter @kxllswxtch @brianspenser @singe

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

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BLADEHIIT FT. LXXIV + TR3

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Trap Hustle Mix,Trap Grind Mix 2025 TRAP MIX VOL 2549 - STREET VIBES

SOME INDIAN COUNTRY MUSIC FOR YOU

LYRICS:

KALI MA
SHE COME AROUND NOW
DANCE ON A NIGGA LIKE THE GROUND DOWNTOWN

YOU A SOUND CLOWN

ON THE SOUND CLOUD
ACTING LIKE YOU FOUND OUT
JUST NOW
AINT NOBODY CARE ABOUT YOU
LET IT PULL THE HAIR UP OUT YOU
LET IT SCARE YOU TERROR BOUT TO
RUN IT

OH YOU DONE IT NOW 
I BE GUNNING FOR THE SUMMIT

ALL MY BOYS 
FILLED WITH PASSION FILLED WITH CUNNING

ALL YO BOYS
GET TO DASHING GET TO RUNNING


I WILL LICK UP ALL OF YOUR BLOOD
I WILL STICK YOUR BODY IN THE MUD
NIGGA AINT AKIN TO TALKING IF IT AINT OVER SOME BUD
NIGGA SAY HE SMOKING MID TO ME HE SMOKING DUD

I TRY AND BIDE MY TIME
PUSSY NIGGAS CAN’T EVEN WRITE MY RHYMES

IN THE GRIME EVERYDAY
WITH MY SLIMES AND WE PLAY NO GAMES
WITH YOU LAMES
AINT THE SAME 
LIKE YIN AND YANG
BETWEEN THE SIN AND FAME
A LOT OF NIGGAS LOSE THEY MINDS
BITCH BRING IT THAN 
I GOT A THICKER FUCKING SPINE

FOR THE BULLSHIT
KEEP A FULL CLIP OF THE RHYMES
OLD SCHOOL SHIT
DANCING ON A HUMAN
PRANCING TO THE TUNE OF NIGGAS LOSING IT
BOOZING AND WE CRUISING 
TURN TO EVERYONE AYE WHO’S IN?
MOVING SO CONFUSING

UNBORN CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
WE AINT SHIT, UH
THERE AINT NOTHING LEFT BUT THE FIRE AND THE GRIT
BREATH GET ME HIGHER WHEN IT’S LIT
LIKE A JOINT OR A BLUNT PUNCH A CUNT IN THE PIT
WHATCHU WANT THROW A FIT
YOU COULD GET IT OR GET WETTED UP FOR SAID IT
LIKE A BITCH
PUSSY LIPS

HEAR EM FLAPPING IN THE WIND

CAPPING TO YOUR FRIENDS

WRITING RAPPING WITH A PEN,
OR YOU RAPPING IN THE PEN?

IT DONT MATTER WHERE YOU BEEN

IM BECOME DEATH, DESTROYER OF WORLDS
CHAOS IT GALLOPS IT FLIPS AND IT TWIRLS

DEMONS IN MY HEAD ALL NIGHT YEAH
HELLA MEN FELL INTO MY JAWS THAT BORE
SCREAMING I AM DEAD ILL BITE YA
SKELETON PRESSING ON MY CLOSET DOOR
DEVILS IN MY HEAD ALL NIGHT YUH

ALL OF THEM GOT ME SEEING RED WHAT FOR
SEVERAL OF EM HAD MY LIFE YUH
SKELETONS FALLING OUT MY CLOSET DOOR
IMMA HAVE TO BUY SOME ROPE
 IMMA HAVE TO BUY SOME STRAPS
KEEP THE SKELETONS STACKED
IMMA HAVE TO BUY SOME DOPE
IMMA HAVE TO BUY SOME HOPE NOT A LETTER MAN JACK
ILL ATTACK ANY MEMORY 
THAT SETTING ME BACK

KALI MA
SHE COME AROUND NOW
DANCE ON A NIGGA LIKE THE GROUND DOWNTOWN
LOUD SOUNDS IN MY HEAD WHEN HER FEET HIT ME
STEPPING LIKE A WEAPON FROM THE GODS GET BEAT

KALI MA
SHE COME AROUND NOW
DANCE ON A NIGGA LIKE THE GROUND DOWNTOWN
LOUD SOUNDS IN MY HEAD WHEN LIL SHAWDY MAKE CONTACT
POUND ON MY DEAD BEAT BODY YEAH I WANT THAT

-

KALI MA!

KALI MA WITH A JET BLACK FACE
TAKE A LOLLYPOP BEFORE I END YOUR RACE

YOU GET STEPPED ON
BY A NIGGA SLEPT ON
HOE YOU A SMALL ASS NIGGA LIKE A LEPTON

TIGER YOU GET LEPT ON
ONLY HIT A WET BONG
PUSSY NIGGA GET GONE
PUSSY NIGGA WIPE OUT
LIKE WAX ON THEN WAX OFF
MY PIPE OUT 
YO WIFE SHOUT
KALI MA GRINNING SHE SWINGING HER KNIFE ROUND
SINGING BOUT

RACE IS FAKE AND ALL THESE NIGGAS PRETENDING 
RACIST NIGGAS NOT THE ONES IM BEFRIENDING
RACIST NIGGAS ONLY ONES I’M OFFENDING
FACE ME TELL ME I AM SOME THING UNENDING

KALI MA WITH THE JET BLACK SKIN
KALI MA!
GODDESS OF DARKNESS
KALI MA!
TAKE YOUR HEART OUT KALI MA
PLAY WITCHU LIKE VOLLEY BALL

IMMA
GO AND SMOKE SOME FLORA WITH THE FAUNA
TRYNA
TURN THAT SHIT UP SIDE DOWN?

YES I WANNA
MARRY MARIJUANA (MARRY WANNA) MARRY ME
CUZ I BE ON HER
BARELY DAWN IM VERY GONE
AND EATING AT MC DONALDS

BIG MAC GOT A BIG CLIP AIMING AT RONALD

EAT YOUR VEGGIES PLEASE!
EAT WHAT THE FUCK IS ON YOUR PLATE
BITCH YOU BUMPING GARBAGE
BECAUSE YOU ARE WHAT YOU ATE
I BE CAUSING CARNAGE
FOR VEGETABLES ON MY PLATES

INFLEXIBLE 
CONSTIPATED ON THE SHITTIER
PARK DOING YOGA 
YOU AT HOME BARKING ON TWITTER

SOUNDING LIKE YOU BITTER
YOU SHOULD PRAY TO PROLLY GOD?
I BE IN MY CHAMBERS CANDLELIT
WITH KALI MA

AND SHE REMIND ME OF MYSELF
I KNOW ALL OF YALL
KEEP YA HITS BELOW THE BELT
BUT SHE GOT ARMS THAT FALL 
AND CATCH A KICK BEFORE IT HIT
OH KALI MA
COULD PUT A NIGGA IN A DITCH

KALI MA! (FT. BRAHMAN) (PROD. WENDIGO/CRMSYN)

FUCK CENSORSHIP (I LIKE IT WHEN YOUR EARS BLEED) FEAT. AFOURTEEN

SPINES (FT. KEITH APE, CHARITY, BRUHMANEGOD, JOHNNASCUS) (PROD. CRMSYN/SONNATIC)

SLUTS WIT NUTS (FT. MADJAX) (PROD. CRMSYN)

Playlist for the End of the World

NOTINTHEMOODTODAY (feat. Kxllsxwtch)

IG: @kvn777x @wavehi @triplesixdelete
https://soundcloud.com/wavehi
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjOWIHVo_rQCae7Z7kwkKyQ

LYRICS: 

(K.V.N//7Ł HOOK/VERSE)

FUCK! ALL THIS PRESSURE ON MY BODY 
MOVING SLOW MO BITCH IM FEELIN SO GODLY
FUCK! WHAT A SHAME I AIN'T SORRY 
I AIN'T BITCH MADE SO YOU CANT CONTROL MY BODY
FUCK! FEELING NUMB WHERE'D MY FACE GO 
MY SOUL JUST TOOK OFF TO A PLACE THAT WE CAN'T GO
FUCK! SUMMON EVERYTHING I CAME FOR 
SHAKING UP THE STREETS LIKE IM RUNNING AROUND IN SAINTS ROW

(Yuh) lil bitch i hated goin to class
i was always in the background peeping out the glass (yuh)
fuck! i ain't ever going back 
i done came up out of hell but fuck a halo ima spaz(yuh) 
ima live my life shit don't give a fucks cus it's all on me(yuh)
cus if i don't ima just be pissed when it falls on me
you could feed me lies and stab my back but it ain't gon be 
what the fuck you want can't keep me down word to my og's

FUCK! ALL THIS PRESSURE ON MY BODY 
MOVING SLOW MO BITCH IM FEELIN SO GODLY
FUCK! WHAT A SHAME I AIN'T SORRY 
I AIN'T BITCH MADE SO YOU CANT CONTROL MY BODY
FUCK! FEELING NUMB WHERE'D MY FACE GO 
MY SOUL JUST TOOK OFF TO A PLACE THAT WE CAN'T GO
FUCK! SUMMON EVERYTHING I CAME FOR 
SHAKING UP THE STREETS LIKE IM RUNNING AROUND IN SAINTS ROW

(WAVEHI) 

you can not contain me 
comin with a stick like 83 hades
I ain't gonna trip on your shit cause it aint it
if you wanna bitch you can talk to the pavement
asphalt and black tops 
we was coming for they necks sounding like the black ops 
you just mad cause i'm on shit
got a rav 4 with a blonde bitch
we dont got big money got long sticks
talk shit get clipped like the lawn did
load it up take that stick then blow it up
black mask on put flame to the roaches
wanna flow wimme best be in the cauldron
otherwise get iced out like a solstice
take two ls yeah hold this 
rollin paper my diploma
if you wanna come and ice me it get cold like minnesota
bet you wish you never showed up 
and your bitch she probably pulled up 
i ain't sticking to your tracks but i run it up locomotive
i be lookin like hayabusu match with katana 
i told her to choose one did on my own but you rock with a booster 
cant say shit cause i know i'm a loser 
how you gon kill my ego when its already dead 
fall back with a blade like my name johnny depp
dont talk bout a lame when your shits just a wreck
only say that shit once cause im coming correct

SAINTS ROW! - K.V.N//7Ł X WAVEHI (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

STREAM HERE: https://moves.lnk.to/ThroatInfectionEP

Lyrics:
My mood flicks back like a backflip
Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz
Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz uh
My mood flip back like a bitch on the blob
I’m floating like a tampon in a bog man.
I’m a G ODing on god man
I beat it easy, no socks man 
What?

I was Speaking to the profits and I told em run they pockets, they were shook
All the profits I just took that’s a one way ticket to the hood, call it hell might aswell
Spit my final sentence in cell, call it jail
What the hell man? What the hell
Smoking cali, what a smell man
If you want it come and bell man. I tell man.

My mood flicks back like a backflip
Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz
Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz uh
My mood flip back like a bitch on the blob
I’m floating like a tampon in a bog man.
I’m a G ODing on god man
I beat it easy, no socks man 
What?

I don’t talk the talk I hit first
I don’t talk the talk I hit first
I don’t talk the talk I hit first

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