DIRSA - IN THE PROJECTS

BALLERS BLEND

FUNKY DOPE SHIT (*)

THAT AIN'T RIGHT

Song produced by @projects-175
Song vocals mastered by @magigravis
Art by @magigravis
LYRICS:
Cap peelers crack dealers real fucken killas
When I'm rolling with my crew you know we thick with them fools
Got the 40's popping 9's cocking gars splitting green twisting
Blunts blowing shadows showing mind going fucken crazy
Having dreams of being blasted dont wanna end up like a bastard
Why the fuck I'm thinking that? Never wanna end up being that
Gotta tread light clutch my strap I hear a tap what the fuck was that?
I'm dippin fast and hauling ass, 35 shots I'm gonna blast.
Smoke clears I'm both ears I'm looking for this bitch
With my sixth sense I visualize you laying in a ditch
I'm slayin demons with this fucken Japanese steel
I'm pillaging and devastating sacking these fields
Run in the dark of night gotta stay concealed 
With my blade out I'm slicing and I'm headed for the hills
Watch your village burn you tally marks I'm racking up the kills
Turn that 187 to a 175 the murdas on the rise
When it comes to the beats I got an infinite supply
Keep on making these songs like I'm bout to fucken die
I'm jabbin with me left and hookin with my right
Rapping with some heft and putting thoughts in to what I write
Project's on the rise and I'm here for the ride
Ukraine did the beat and them lyrics is Souf Side
Fuck with me or my crew and it's 115
Spitting poisonous flows like they're cyanide

Cyanide (PROD: PROJECT'S 175)

CASTLE OF HOE SLAYER

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/gho6tbxsta
Cover by https://soundcloud.com/magigravis

https://soundcloud.com/sweetgraves

Lyrics:

I be up, late as fuck, choppin all night
End is near, suffer here, girl it's alright
Terminal diseased world like a hellride
Bug in here, I don't fear, blood the tears I wipe
How I try, still unwind at the worst of times
Came and saw, watched it all through the scopes and sites
Don't do well with them belles, full of rage and spite
Antichrist, evil rites in the moonlight

Nowadays I don't pray know we all gon die
Rounds are spent, thousands dead, the whole world on fire
Just like Threads, no amends, megatons required
Sick of talk, fucked up thoughts, only one desire
Meet me one final time, tell me it will be fine
Fill my head with your signs, a couple sweet little lies
Siren singing her songs, I could listen all night
Then them lips come to touch, ain't stop missiles in flight

HELLRIDE (Prod. GHOSTBU$TA)

IG: www.instagram.com/iamskinnysinner/

SKINNY SINNER:
DROWNING IN SORROW, BUT I WON'T BE CONFINED,
ILL TRANSCEND DEPTHS, ELEVATE MY STATE OF MIND,
IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR OCCULTED FUCKING BEASTS ARE ALWAYS CALLS MY NAME
I'LL TAKE YOU TO PLACES YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D BE RESIDE
SKINNY SINNER, WANT BE CRUCIFIED

INHALE THE SMOKE, IT'S PACT WITH MY ABYSS,
THE HERB'S ENLIGHTENMENT,AND THAT LIGNITING TWISTED BLISS.
MY LIFE, IS ON A CANVAS PAINTED WITH DARKNESS AND STRIFE,
IM LIVING IN THE PAST, WHERE I FIND SOLACE IN THIS CURSED LIFE, I DONT WANT BE SACRIFICED

CANDLE FLICKER, WHEN I SEARCHING SECRETS I CONFIDE
IM JUST A SINNER IN THE PEOPLE'S EYES, BUT IM SAINT, IN MY OWN 
BITCH YOU KNOW SHE DANCE WITH DARKNESS IN A LACE
WHILE IM LURKING IN THE SHADOWS OF THE GRAVES
UNVEILING THISMYSTERIES

WITH EVERY WICKED WRITE, I LOVE HER IN THIS PLACE EMBODIMENT OF NIGHT,
A SYMPHONY OF DESPAIR, WHERE DEMONS TAKE FLIGHT
I'M THE HARVESTER OF SOULS, IM SOWING SEEDS OF DEMISE,
DELVING INTO DARKNESS, WHERE THE DEVIL TRULY FUCKING SACRIFICED

THAT AIN'T RIGHT

CHAINSAW MURDA