OFFICIAL VIDEO - https://youtu.be/UV1S3c_vUug?si=FcmgN7oInHUat4jr

LYRICS:

Tellin me 
That I’m not what 
I used to be 
Lookin in yo eyes
Wishing you’d talk to me

But some things change 
We’re not the same 
Anymore 
Not feeling any different 
When I watch you walk out the door

And now I’m here
laying down
In an empty room
Wishin that you’d hit my line
Say you comin thru 

Wishin I could waste yo time
Like there’s nothing new 
Wishin you were in my life
But that isn’t true 

But that isn’t true
Feelin like I’m hanging 
From a noose 
Tellin me 
I’m not here for you
I wish I saw it too

I’m always feeling like I’m trapped up in my head
Wishin I could break everything down
And make it 
Make senseee

But I got some problems 
I don’t know 
If 
I can even solve em
Add em up that’s a big ass numba
keep evolving

Damn

Playin like I faked my hand 
My life is just a bluff 
Wish that you could understand it

But I don’t 
Expect that from you
Don’t even expect it from myself
So why should I rely on you 
To fix my mental health 

These demons diggin
Draggin me deeper thru this hell
I’m just tryna keep myself climbing
And reach the top shelffff

I’m in a better place 
I hope you know 
I really mean it 
just can’t escape 
My past 
I wish I knew the reason 

waiting for my life to bloom
I think that I’m in my season 
I hope you know 
I want the best for you
I really mean it
Damn

Tellin me 
That I’m not what 
I used to be 
Lookin in yo eyes
Wishing you’d talk to me

But some things change 
We’re not the same 
Anymore 
Not feeling any different 
When I watch you walk out the door

And now I’m here
laying down
In an empty room
Wishin that you’d hit my line
Say you comin thru 

Wishin I could waste yo time
Like there’s nothing new 
Wishin you were in my life
But that isn’t true

4Scythe - UNTITLED.4

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Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool
Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool
43 reasons whip yo head with this toolie brah'
42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola'

6666 I'm countin' 24-hunnid
For a sorta hooptie tune it up and make it more haunted
Black pearl paint, grim reaper scribed on door honey 
Rottin' in my basement till the room is lookin more sunny

That's forever bitch, you think you'll see the weather bitch
Not a chance in this hell you can even ask that heather bitch, but
She's a corpse and I don't know what is for
Cut it up, hydrochloric acid spilled all over floor
Yeah scriptz

Etchin' in the skull
Twistin' at the face
Stomach fuckin punctured with a beautiful blade
I'm runnin' out of patience, I'm itchin' for that pain
let my victims never go, they're all lined up in the same
Limb by limb in a bucket that I dumped in the sea

I write a message on the corpse, blood letters with the aim
Scriptz was what I wrote, never forget on my name
Raking enemies for vacancies in hell that they're destined

Pierce the veil now I'm peaking through
(Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool)
Raise to hail all this djinni brood
(Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool)
Build a wall, waking them all, we're beyond your tools
(43 reason whip you head with this toolie brah')
Pullin strings, is their ting, but I channel through
(42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola')

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CRACKED BONES REMIX (ft 8corpses)

HAARPER - BORN FROM THE DIRT

Lyrics:
If you ain’t first you last, so fuck being nice I’m not that guy
Watch me through yo screen I do big things you whine and cry
I could be broke as shit still pull these bitches I don’t try
Talk that talk all day and night but you ain’t lived that life

I’m chasin’ knowledge while they beefin’ we are not the same
This shit esoteric baby too deep for yo brain
Throwin’ dirt up on my name that’s they claim to fame
But Sinny be the final judgement put they ass to shame

So close to evil I can feel it baby cash is king
Put that crown on me I’m Leonidas, they concede
ADHD brain is crazy what the fuck you mean
HA HA laughin’ at you you a fuckin’ meme

They lookin’ at the fuckin’ greatest why they look confused
I ain’t got no time for bullshit who the fuck is you
Lost my mind a couple times so I got some loose screws
I’m fallin’ down I get back up I don’t make no excuse 

Spread my ashes in the quarry don’t forget my name
I stare at portrait frames of us before I light the flame
Lookin’ down that loaded barrel, 30 round bang
I’ll just suffer here in silence everday’s the same

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NotThatGuy (prod. Netuh)

CANTO XIII

ANGER

BANKAI! [prod. Undead Ronin]

Prod. YCK

New week new buzzword to get mad at
You’re incapable of critically judging a bad rap
There’s dishonor in dishonesty the crowd is up in disarray
Triangulate the motherfucking signal and it’s this a way
Low aspirations you don’t strive hard enough 
You won’t make it to the top
Put the fries in the bag afterwards get a mop
Ain’t no shame in the job but you tried and you thought
Acting like a bitch would get you somewhere and it surely did
Congratulations you’re assistant manager at thirty six
Verses in the bio you can try but will never reach that high though
A soon to be organ donor allow yourself for an ending on a high note
Fuckers tryna get grown tryna flex but you pressed “No”
Breaking headstones hold it down ten toes you would die for that out in Fresno
Pack of hyenas I got my own bright ideas
But you is on TikTok aiming to get clocked you still hotwiring Kia’s
Don’t get caught in the crosshairs just like river buffalo
Don’t object that’s it’s not fair you still in a bungalow

Intentions concealed concealing this animosity
What can’t be revealed excluded from reciprocity

Sever the peace treaty
Some pressure to keep bleeding
Want a skirmish bitch we’ll bring you one
Want an army then you motherfuckers better run
Scattered and divvied up
Some melting insignias
Welcome to the cage and terradome
And the failing weight and force is theirs alone
Said their last rites since they’re taking heavy casualties
Now we at a crossroads now we at a standstill
Bags of old clips exit wounds and emptied magazines
Metal to your flesh no defenses firing at will

Lukewarm reception to everything that you drop
Your behavior is pointing to everything that you not
You’re the king of mediocrity your discog wholly uninspired
Now you losing steam and out of air just like some punctured tires
Rabid dopamine addicts
Pack your bags no longer asymptomatic
Fucking fanatics can’t be diplomatic
Hope has changed and going slowly to panic
As you scramble for the retort you need to win your petty argument
Unequipped and just short of that threshold withdrawn how far you in
The private jet ain’t no fighter jet
Fuck the benefits a free rider gets
Boutta spray and pray to the Pay N Spray
Leave em unresponsive that’s A-OK
Now as they watch with bated breath
It is I anticipating death
Wide awake and as I await
For the floating embers let the fire rage
The veil is thinning and something awakened
Within me the latency picking up, hastened
You traitorous wretches are clutching at straws
Ain’t a person to revel in buzz and applause
Fuck the hype bitch I want results
Imma set out for the bounty call me Dr. Schultz 
Sweltering heat at the base of the clot
Errors seldom repeated in case of a shock

Intentions concealed concealing this animosity
What can’t be revealed excluded from reciprocity

Sever the peace treaty
Some pressure to keep bleeding
Want a skirmish bitch we’ll bring you one
Want an army then you motherfuckers better run
Scattered and divvied up
Some melting insignias
Welcome to the cage and terradome
And the failing weight and force is theirs alone
Said their last rites since they’re taking heavy casualties
Now we at a crossroads now we at a standstill
Bags of old clips exit wounds and emptied magazines
Metal to your flesh no defenses firing at will

Terradome

Both Sides of the Blade

CLOUDED NORTH ☁️
UK Cloud/Emo Rap Artist & Producer

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