This bitch saying eat me out
But I’m tryna get an EP out 
This shit is therapy, not for clout 
Tie bricks to my feet and watch me drown

Chasing who I used to be
But Ion know who I used to be
People keep on using me
Take some shots before I smoke my weed

Think about the past
While I try to not relapse 
Controls been outta my grasp
Just hit a new low, hope this high will last

Haven’t slept in a week
I feel like a zombie 
Giving bitches the creeps
When they all up on me

It’s always the same shit
Tired of all this fake shit 
Bump Cig C before the fame hit
Take this roach and face it

Begging for some rest 
I know I’m closer to my death
Always, always outta breath
My life ain’t no fucking flex

DEAD ZONE

ICFMS (i messed up the mix)

Hopes Frozen

Dono or Support

WILDERNESS

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[Verse]
Shadows tap-dance, sneakers on the pavement,
City’s heartbeat, graffiti is the statement.
Moon’s a cracked mirror, shards in the gutter,
Words slice sharp, spread smooth like butter.

Concrete symphonies, horns in the distance,
Streetlights flicker, pulse of resistance.
Echoes whisper, the walls hold the tales,
Time moves fast, life derails, prevails.

[Chorus]
Echoes in the alleyways, words ricochet,
Spitting out the truths that the night betrays.
Rhymes bounce back, can't keep 'em at bay,
The city speaks loud in its shadow ballet.

[Verse 2]
Air smells of ambition and burnt-out dreams,
Rats play king where the gutter streams.
Pocket full of rhymes, head full of schemes,
Navigating cracks, chasing laser beams.

Syllables scatter, ricochet like stones,
Fingers snap beats on these broken bones.
Neon halos hang on the corner’s edge,
Every verse a promise, every rhyme a pledge.

[Bridge]
Walls breathe stories, bricks wear scars,
Eyes up to the heavens, smog hides stars.
Echo loops eternal, the night’s my stage,
Rhymes break the locks, unleash the cage.

Echoes in the Alleyways

You'll Get Yours

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All I Want for Christmas is Arrests

Yeeeaaah… Arizona G-Funk Christmas, loc
Valley heat to the high country snow
Droppin’ truth bombs under the mistletoe
Alex been screamin’ it—the globalists and the RINOs comin’ for your presents
But we out here in the desert, locked, loaded, and awake
Time to clean house… let’s ride.**[Chorus – Talkbox & layered vocals]*
All I want for Christmas is arrests (arrests, ese)
Lock them traitors up, no contest
From the swamp to the Capitol dome
Time to bring the whole corrupt crew home
All I want for Christmas is arrests (cuffs clickin’)
Pelosi, Schiff, Graham—no more trickin’
Red, white, and blue risin’ in the West
All I want for Christmas is arrests**[Verse 1]*
Cruisin’ down Central, saguaros strung with lights
Hydraulic Chevy hoppin’ slow through the winter nights
Alex on the deck yellin’ ’bout the stolen vote
Deep state demons in designer coats
Pelosi smirkin’ with that insider-trade wine
Schiff lyin’ bold, eyes buggin’ every time
Lindsey Graham flip-floppin’ like a fish on the line
Talk tough then fold when the globalists shine
They droppin’ off globalist presents—open borders and debt
Wrapped in rainbow paper, but we ain’t fallin’ yet
Scottsdale elites party while the border bleeds red
But Arizona patriots risin’ up instead
Sun droppin’ behind the Superstitions, sky blood orange
We the people draw the line—time to purge**[Chorus]*
All I want for Christmas is arrests (arrests, ese)
Put Pelosi in the stocking, Schiff in the cell
Graham singin’ a new tune behind the bars as well
All I want for Christmas is arrests (justice comin’)
Drain it all the way down to the sediment
From Phoenix to Flagstaff, we demand what’s best
All I want for Christmas is arrests**[Verse 2]*
Abuela got fresh ammo under the Christmas tree
Abuelo polishin’ his 1911, yellin’ “Liberty!”
Kids unwrapin’ silver eagles and Don’t Tread flags
While the news cries “insurrection” for raisin’ our swag
But we know the truth—Alex broke it down clear
Politicians sellin’ us out year after year
Nancy tearin’ up speeches, Adam fabricatin’ tales
Lindsey war-drumming then beggin’ for Ukraine bales
They want us disarmed, tracked, and on our knees
But desert folks stay strapped, livin’ wild and free
Thunder rollin’ over the rez, bass hittin’ like artillery
Stars and stripes forever—this is our territory
One nation under God, chrome gleamin’ in the moon
Arizona G-Funk carol—justice comin’ soon**[Bridge – Slowed talkbox, dry wind and distant siren samples]*
Jingle bells, indictments swell
Traitors run and tell
Oh what fun it is to see
The Republic ringin’ free… hey!**[Final Chorus – Full choir with mariachi horns and heavy synth stabs]*
All I want for Christmas is arrests (arrests, loc)
Pelosi, Schiff, Graham—lock up the rest
Every swamp creature that sold out the dream
Time to wake America from the bad scheme
All

All I Want For Christmas Is Arrests

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