stfu

H@rdc0r3 5

bump 🥀

IXM.BLU

Extras

https://soundcloud.com/yungsuijin

(Lyrics)

I was Devilish child from the get go
Dont fuck with no retro
Changing like a gecko
The bread co’s a hoe
And i fuck her real slow
Better come thru the door with some dough
Or i put em on the road hoe freeze in the cold

Hear the crows sing
As i run thru the corn rows
Wit a broken wing as the wind blows
Fuckin with a king you should know my homies noble



Moving around i dont know where im bound
Got that frown on my face when im not on a cloud
The drugs and the money thats what im about
You know nothing baut me put me in the ground

layin in the grass blacked out now
Homies doin dabs in the background
Three feet of water go down ima drown
Cliff jumping outta bounds gotta bounce
Smoke an ounce creep back into my house


 My squad gon be rich one day
In the grave where i lay 
Skies gray to the dirt that i pray
Bitches play all day
Hit me like a ak
Smoked out in the alleway im on my way 
Ill be coming up u think u better ok
I own this game u gotta obey
When you listen to me put that hoe on replay
Look at my face bitch i swear im depraved

Lookin in the mirror thinkin who am i
I just wanna die, Family goodbye
On a note by my thigh be my alibi 
Leave em notified
Why i did it i aint cry
No more pour me up another 4
Drunk asf on tha beach shore
Never like this before but fosho ill come back for more
Fuck a hoe my heart 30 below bitches names on my folio

I died last night
Whats right?
I died didnt see a light 


Genesis (Prod. $uijin)

Prod by Somber
Visuals by Somber

Lyrics:

Walk into my dead body laying on the ground
Walk into the shed shawdy nowhere to be found
Stab me with a bayonet i wont make a sound
Bitches play me like a cassette call me paramount

Fucking sacrifices 
Killing is decisive 
In the ring like im tyson
The riotous like isis
A crisis the price is
The bodies laying lifeless
Mother fuck a primus


I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck

Kill a fucka fright night
Kill a bitch homocide
Fuck the light 
Im alright
Terrified need cyanide
Im Sick of this life
Im sick of this bye
Crucify with the crown real tight
Lullaby as my skin ignite
Horrifed in my eye
Descry as i die
Bitch no reply

From the heights that i've lept
all the night that i've wept
it is time to accept
this is my death

DEAD OPPS (Prod. Somber)

Bones - BlackMoId

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BUTTERFLY EFFECT [Prod. SOLSA]

LOVE KILLS SLOWLY FT NIGHT LOVELL & FAT NICK (Prod. CianP & Scheme)

Written by GRIM SALVO
Produced by @33marrow

-  𝐋 𝐘 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒  +

I feel my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away
I watch my face fall off
Tell the behemoth I’ll pay him whatever the cost
I watch my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away 
I watch my face melt off
Tell the behemoth I’ll pay him whatever the cost

Take him by the eyes
Tried to feed him to the worms and the flies
I did not fuck with your life
No, I did not fuck with your life

All of these people are willing for digging their graves 
I don’t know you
Do not come to my house for the praise
And go hoping you’re willing to pray

I don’t want static
Bacteriophage automatic
No, I do not want all that damage
No, I do not fuck with your magic 
And try to imagine
All of my enemies up in the attic
Feeding off all their somatic  
Places that you go when other people go jurassic 

God is dead
He did not fuck with your life
There is no fate
The animals wanted the dead minds

Calibrate 
You better gravitate all the way out of your vertebrae  
Before the artificial heart 
Before the behemoth is gonna come up and take your ass apart
I am the unholy synthesis filled with the wickedness
Artificial heart
Fucking with 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔯
Fucking with 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮

I feel my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away
I watch my face fall off
Tell the behemoth I’ll pay him whatever the cost
I watch my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away 
I watch my face melt off
Tell the behemoth I’ll pay him whatever the cost

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 
I put the skelly in the god box
Tell your fucking friends this aint Fort Knox 
Fort Knox
Drop 4 masters in a tube sock
Hail mary with the 45 up in the boondocks
You must be guessing how to clean a bloodstain
I guess you’re plundering a rich spot
Hide it in a hole like Hussein 
The grinders show the brain 
Anatomy 
Listen to my kill shit rhapsody
Lately I’ve been seeing demons floating in the atmosphere
Hallucingenia worm would whisper blasphemy
I see things practically 
Anybody tries to take me over will dramatically 
Find out how much of them I carry back with me
Brain is rotten with the maggot 
Feast 
On all these agonies
Run it up for your majesty
All you people can try to mimic the measurements of my depravity
I’m fucking miserable 
You couldn’t last up in my faculties
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33MARROW
✄ ☹ ☜

BURNSIDE

WELCOME TO THE SIMULATION

LINEUP:
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@YUNGWIMBO
@C3OF
@VENTINGPALACE

ARTWORK:
@C3OF

PRODUCTION:
@DNATHARAPPER

MIXING:
@VENTINGPALACE

LYRICS:
(LORD DISTORTION)
Beretta shephard take you down to many levels 
Hella bellows coming out and roaring 
Scraping out the tent, your entry level 
I'm the tendril devil, groping you to hell the ghetto
Pull up in the chevy, metal shooting out the clip till death it's settled

But you Cease to be a threat 
Rub the feces on your flesh 
That PCP to give him rest 
Now the blue beam seem to be correct

I'm flexing out the cold north 
Desecrate your cohorts
Decorate the hemisphere with weapons like a cold war

(YUNG WIMBO)
I get the bag cuz I put in the work
Im blowing up so they call me yung kurt
Pop me a perc, Give em a smirk
Fuck with the dogs and get hurt, get put in herse
Sipping the mud never sip dirt
I got the guns so i shoot it like merc
I got the funds so i spend it like durk
I got the drugs so i sell it like clerk

Semi on me and it’s testing
Run up on me you gon lose your intestines
Ain’t no og, but you guessed it
Bitch you ain’t run the game I reffed it
And I checked it
You ain’t got funds in the bank
You ain’t as good as you think
Talking the shit like a septic tank
Don’t give a fuck what the fuck you think, bitch

(PAPA SLEEP)
Bodies get sold like a cold war mine dud
Hit the cold floor spill the blood up on the fucking rug
Chugging pesticide huffing petrol at your fucking ride

Dial 1800 hate your fucking life darknet type of sale
Hit the 9th circle flow is cold as hell
Trade you for some blow afraid of all the pale labyrinths where I dwell

Angel dust nap
Barcode tat on your neck that's a wrap
Out the rope in the bag
Do the 100 mile dash to the king with the rash when you fuckers searching for the fame that never last

(VENTING PALACE)
I’ve got a life and now I’m deemed irregular
Roll up a j, and fuck up my inhibitors
Watching you bleed, man that shit is spectacular
Rolex, a Patek don’t matter when you are dead

DOS Changed the game bitch
(dead on sight, dead on sight, dead on sight)
Ain’t nobody else the same bitch
(dead on sight, dead on sight, dead on sight)

COLD WAR (Single)

COLD WAR

I've been under the weather i'm afraid 

https://soundcloud.com/moontalkpr

Lyrics:
Toss him overboard the vessel 
Load him full of metal
Groping many brains in jars 
Fermented oils nothing special

Cover tracks 
Hover tanks 
Put some boils on his temple 
Cover flanks 
Cut his rank 
On your soil in the red snow

Moving like a last wish 
Efforts going last stitch 
Laid up in the rat piss 
Laid in tongue its acid

Ksg, make him make believe 
Ain't afraid to bleed 
Aim and squeeze 
Make him plead 
On the mind sacred means

Over this again 
Put the mortars in your trench 
Thousand yard stare 
Unfair 
Poison in the lungs flare

Upstairs in your house 
Whilin while ur mums there 
Up where. None dare 
Enter till there done here.

Toss him overboard the vessel 
Load him full of metal
Groping many brains in jars 
Fermented oils nothing special

Cover tracks 
Hover tanks 
Put some boils on his temple 
Cover flanks 
Cut his rank 
On your soil in the red snow

Looking like your dead then 
Vocals sounding dead pan 
I might have to flex 
And smack him with the left hand

Running in your set and 
Bugging on your hype man 
Hit him with the right hand 
Knock him off his legs yes

Run out on us and your dead in a moment 
super computer with hell as components
I Plot on the grid and your left with explosions 
While Plotting the signal its best that you submit

DIRTY PYLON  [Prod. moontalk]

MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES



SINGLE OFF OF THE "BLACK CASH" ALBUM WE ARE CURRENTLY WORKING ON.



"TIME TO SHINE" LINEUP

@DEPTHSTRIDA

@DISTORTIONTHE1 [WELCOME TO THE FAMILY]

@NAVVVI [WELCOME TO THE FAMILY]


PRODUCED BY @DEPTHSTRIDA

COVERT ART BY @PRXPVNE

[PART I DEPTH STRIDA]

STRIDIN' THROUGH THE DEPTH I NEED NO REST, NO
WATCH ME OPEN UP A FUCKERS CHEST, NOW
PEOPLE WANNA RAP TO GET SOME HEAD, OH
THINKIN' THAT THEY GONNA DRIVE THAT LAMBO

OH WHAT THE FUCK
SOUNDCLOUD FULL OF STUPID CUCKS 
MERCENARIES LIKE A DRUG 
YOU GET ADDICTED AND YOU'RE FUCKED


EASY AS IT IS BITCH
ROCKIN' LIKE LIMP BIZKIT
YOU'RE SWEET AS BISCUIT
STILL YOU TALK BOUT "MISFIT"
YOU ABOUT THAT GANG SHIT?
SHOW ME, I CANT SEE IT

[HOOK DEPTH STRIDA & LORD DISTORTION]

MERCENARIES ON THE LINE
NOW ITS TIME TO FUCKING SHINE
MERCENARIES READ THE SIGNS
OTHERWISE YOU DIE TONIGHT



[PART II NAVVVI]

A PULSE WITHOUT A HATE FUCK
THATS PRIME
YOU A PAWN WITHIN THE MATRIX
THATS FINE
YOU A MONUMENTAL HEIRLOOM
IN TIME
AND THE FOLDING OF THE HYM TOMB
ALL MINE

AND ITS ALL IN THE WOMB AS YOU COUGH UP THE FLEM
ITS APPARENT THE MEN HAVE DIVIDED THY FRIEND
IVE SEEN PICTURES AND IMAGES CALLING YOU PHONY
A STATION OF PLAY TOYS YOU ACTIN LIEK SONY

SEARCHING FOR A PAY DAY
WATCH ME AS I FLANK STRAIT
EVERY SINGLE SKILL FADE
I AM NOT PERFECT

EVERYTHING THEY DO IS STOLE
WORKING ME, I SAY "FOH"

CLAIMING IM THE GREATEST ITS SUBTLE MAN-

PULL THE CAR OVER LET JESUS JUST TAKE THE WHEEL 
I SWORE IT BEFORE AND ILL SWEAR IT AGAIN
IF MY HANDS TOUCH YOUR NECK I WILL NEVER RESENT

[HOOK DEPTH STRIDA & LORD DISTORTION]

MERCENARIES ON THE LINE
NOW ITS TIME TO FUCKING SHINE
MERCENARIES READ THE SIGNS
OTHERWISE YOU DIE TONIGHT


[PART III LORD DISTORTION] 
SNUFF FLICK VILE-ER
GUN CLICK LIGHT DISPERSE 
HIS CELL PHONE GOT NO SIGNAL IT'S A ONE HIT SILENCER 
PEOPLE WILL BE THINKING THAT ITS ONE BIG FIREWORK
FUCK SHIT GOING ON 
DUMP HIM BY THE WORMS 

CELLS FOR HIS WAR CRIMES 
WATER BOARD HOG TIED 
BOTTLED UP SHORE SIDE 
FOUND HIM ON THE FLOOR LIKE 

OD'D PARENTS 
MERCENARIES IN THE BACK DOOR
HINGES OFF THE HOUSE 
I'LL BE MOVING IN FOR THAT SCORE 

COCAINE AND CODEINE 
WE LOCATE YOUR WHOLE TEAM 
AND BLOW FACE 
THERES NO TRACE 
YOUR WHOLE STATE BELOW ME 


LOAD GRAZE HIS DOME PIECE
AND NO WAY 
THERES NO WAY 
YOUR SO LAME 
AND OH WHAT YOU SAY IS BALOGNE


 STEADY I'VE BEEN PUTTING IN THE WORK 
AND THE FACTS ARE THAT COULDN'T   MAKE A DENT 
I'VE BEEN OUT HERE SITTING IN THE DIRT 
I'M THE REASON THAT YOU COULDN'T MAKE A BET

MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES

BLACK CASH

TIME TO SHINE

Stream/Buy

"KOKE (MC) "
Produced by @purpdogg

A kōke (高家, "high families") during the Edo period in Japan generally referred to the hereditary position of the "Master of Ceremonies"

Wicked Heart

Koke

OFFICIAL VIDEO

KōKE (MC) (prod. by PurpDogg)

vibe check

((late edit)) i forced kaiser and james to work together and dear god i was astounded 

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https://soundcloud.com/c3of
prod
https://soundcloud.com/prodkxiser
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art
https://soundcloud.com/c3of

~na

Give a nickleback, im froto with another photo
inklings with a strap-on maybe I should get a Motto
from the depth of grotto, im a paladin so call me grover
we should celebrate when i check that im gettin sober
tik tok movement, fast it forward yet again
sybyr movement, cant decide if imma win

sickly side im  questioning a mirror breaking in my path for every and each fan i fucking interfere
when did people choose a feminine-o superstar to come and speak his truths? i swear ill meet up every fuckin spear
now i cant decide between a cardi or a blonde wit some big ass titties chillin like she mini gwynevere
from a southern hemisphere i trickle down ya body like some water on a chandelier just ask me like a volunteer

~depthstride

spinning bullets - wanted
your bitch on my whatsapp
she not in my contacts
kiss her in the sunset

now you gettin jelly huh?
she tickle my belly huh
bitches think im cute so please dont try to fucking @ me huh

have i gone too far? like no-oh
im just getting started like fosho
you dick is not wide enough its mono
my dick dont fit on a photo

imitating rappers like "yuh aye"
im not frontin just havin fun aye
my bitch so hot shes a gun aye
your hair is dyed like a punk mane
screaming and whisper in my cunt ay
big chains black clothes fuck ay

~papasl33p

Give it up give it up
Want it all like the cabinet
Sick of ya sick of ya
Everybody looking like a mannequin
Hydrodip your family and now a pair of multicolored statues staring at me

Pull up with the mercenaries we be feisty
Homie wanna hype me
Bite me
Bleeding on a white tee

Dip my feet in the black abyss
Dont need drip
Black cash be the weight on my hips

Fuck around with demolitions I dont really get it
Dynamite stick in my nose burning through the assets
Homie be a sadist
Cant seem to see the finer things we be fighting for the internet

Stuck on display in an atrium
Avian flu in my blood 
Take the breath out my lungs
And I cant set the pace
On fonem you a bitch in a rainy day
Waste the moment raining on your clout until you waste away

STINKBUG FT. DEPTH STRIDA & SAINT SLEEP (PROD. KAISER & JAMES GORCZYCA)

MONEY TALK [prod. erlax]

PRODUCED BY SHARPSKII DA SAINT HOE
----------------------------------------------------------
LYRICS:

sharpskii - 

Aye I could say I’ma dead maafucka mane 
Itching with the trigger pulling aiming at yo ugly face
Creeping at a fast pace 
Uzi on my waist 
If you fucking wit the circle then you wishing for the grave 

Grippin on the muthafuckin cup 
Smoke a nother blunt 
Now a muthafucka lost oh fuck
Put the blade To yo gut 
Got a frame for the cuts 
Smokin pack wit da homies waiting for the
Come up 
Fucked up 
Gimme one 
Fucked up 
In da cut
Have a hoe gimme head while I load up my gun
A hit and run you fucking slumped 
Iil bitch get over done

Uzi on my lap while I’m patrolling thru the traffic 
Causing havoc 
Cuz I’m focused on the money gotta have it 
Gonna have another habit 
After the pills in my jacket 
Enter in my blood flow 
Now my body moving slow 
￼Nagasaki puffin dro
In my condolences 
I’m wishing 
That the bitches 
Quit the snitching 

Cuz it’s fucking up my hussle 
And the game 
Robitussin numbing all the fucking pain ￼
I see a lame
They ask my name 
And then I tat it on they face 

If you fuck wit me then I love you
Blunt smoke put me above you 
Ohhh
Why the fuck do I call you? 
Why the fuck do I call your
phone

Why the fuck can’t I
Find a way to die 
Why the fuck am I driving 
I can’t even open my eyelid
I guess my deciding is violent 
Ohhhh


Smoking down a spliff after spliff in the nighttime 
always doing crime because I’m never doing time 
And now your girlfriend hit my line 
While you be working nine to five 
I feel alive 
From the shrooms that we took last night 

Buck muthufucka get buck 
Ahh fuckl little busta  you gone fucked up
x2


BLVCKCHVRCH -

Cause I got Liqour and a little bit of bleach chilling in my belly 
chilling in the chevy whipping around the town toten heavy
got a dead bitch in the back and SVDI getten so messy
Im finna run a muck on her cunt beat the bitch cause she lets me
fuck her face till she heaving 
protatstic foam dripping from her mouth i bash the bitch till she bleeding 
kick the slut when she ready down 
she’s fucking numb 
slumped 
dumb 
slut 
dumped 
on the concrete 
stuffed 
trunk
cut
gut
fuck the rancid piece of meat 
freak
in that cunt i fucken freak
broken neck she cannot breathe
vacant mind she still can see
punk ass sissy ima
wretched 
legend 
the moment she has dreaded 
splendid 
methods 
her pussy tad bit tepid 
not tested 
but vested 
this bitch a tad bit trepid 
end the motherfucker with a swing of my blade to her face where she lies a soul tormented
Svdi throwing ‘bows when I pull up to yo party
Mothafuckas acting stupid so I go retarded
Don’t get me started
Or ima have hit that target
Departed
I rip the carcass
Bones, I pop it
I ain’t gon stop it 
Lin whipping
While I’m chilling in back
With the mac on my lap
Screaming BLVCK
As the Chevy sway
Looking for the next bitch
Looking for some neck bitch
Leave her fucking neck less
Catch this fucking back fist
“Can’t have this”
Pull her hair
And arch that fucking back bitch
Slit her throat
And then I blow
.44, right under coat
Only show
When i let go
Blood let me know
She’s no hoe
Never outta my control
Pistol dump till they hit flo’
Keep going till there no mo’
Walking up till I’m alone

GET BVCK MAFVCKA - feat. BlvckChvrch [prod. reverseplayback]

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Twitter- slimgucci59
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Vsnz insta- prod.vsnz

WARNING SHOT (prod. Vsnz)

HDMI 5

Punch Out (Prod. Grizzly Gomez)

Mixed/Mastered - Hellhills
Lyrics - 

Stuck inside my thoughts I’m wondering if change can even happen Reactions produce the madness 
If I could relieve the planet from danger 
Feel my pain and my anger 
Stay saluting my people to me you’re never a stranger 
Hard to trust or navigate yourself around in the jungle but understand you’re not the only one confused with the struggle with living life 
Am I living right? 
Shadows all among us but the light remain living bright 
Something that will never die 
I can think of many ways to put an end to this 
But they refuse to open doors when facing challenges 
It’s time to recognize the truth ignore the benefits 
Because it’s not enough our worth is more than limitless 
I crumble the paper they use to tell me I’m worthless they dress in uniform in disguise of a demon, a Serpent, they wanted war on our people to change your title to servants you work a 9-5 for the low and they tell you it’s worth it
Fuck em 
Hate will never bring a good man down 
But if it’s man down, know that we don’t fuck around 
This ain’t a dying breed, me and my brothers bleed 
Revolutionary energy we come in peace  
And I can never give a damn about the shit they say 
Cuz they can build them walls but it won’t keep us all away 
There’s terrorists in the city they claim to keep you safe 
Not a badge I can trust in the land of the kkk

1962. (Prod. Oddwin)

Spotify

Mondo Grosso

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Kc0chNg7X4

Ft. bambam  (@lilbambino)
Prod. Khozee (@khozee)
M&M. Lord Gasp

Lyrics:


Mary had a lamb
He was little then grew bigger than a man
Thought he had some friends 
But when something bad happened, nobody was there

Yeah it wasn’t fair
Weight of the world had him pressed a barrel on his temple
Fuck you to the world 
Turned the gun back , shot his lover in the head

Bloody Mary in this bitch, bitch
You can still feel a bit of brain on the lowerlip
Bothered by nothing but just a kiss
Black death’s now the color of his spit

When the mind’s talking like im Dunc Trussels
And the head start steaming like a tea kettle
Just be careful bitch I ain’t no role model
If I spill , fuck that i’m pouring down the whole bottle

I’m a little bit lonely
Hey, I guess you shouldn’t really trust me
Pain is what I like and what I must see
babe i’m tryna read you, you’re a mistery
A demon, would you lead me to the light?


I need me stronger ingredients
I’m finna pop hella beans
I go from seasons to seasons
I want my piece of the pizza  
I wanna pop my skull but I wont
I will sustain this deadweight 

bambam :

Creeping up 
Who do you see 
Lord gasp and bambam plotting on a new scheme 
Comin out another realm 
What do you mean 
Demons high on acid in a carnival is the theme
Madness in your fucking head 
That’s no where to be seen 
Bloody Mary 
Bloody Mary
What a messy looking scene 
She will haunt you in your nightmares 
Freeze you frozen while you dream 
Eating out your insides  
The plague that gives disease 

Told her better swallow 
She don’t understand
Saying that I’m really hard to follow 
Boot her out the door
Cant wait until tomorrow 
Crying saying that I filled her full of sorrow 
What the fuck 
Are you dumb
Catching feelings you won’t eat my taro
I told you once bitch get a move on 
You using up your pussy just for savings like it is a coupon 
Stupid thottie  
Want my body 
You should go and count your losses 
Instead of saying sorry

MUSIC VIDEO

MARY  ft. Bambam  [Prod. Khozee]

THE ALCHEMIST (Prod. RiCh LoSeR)

@alexanderlejai

cover art by twitter @mindofkoto
prod by somber

instagram @sombersuicide @serpentoftheyoung

lyrics: coming soon!

CLONES (FT. ALEXANDER LEJAI)

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Abysmal (Prod. by loner)

Lyrics:
Don’t tell nobody Or else you gon catch this drop kick
Wait grabbing Shotty ain’t no hobbie 
Need to stop it
Yeah smokin green what you mean
I’ need to blow steam
Wait you a fiend you won’t amount to a damn thing

So what
Hittin the whip in a donut
Yeah I’ve been spittin just focus 
lyrics are written unnoticed 
I’ve noticed a novice anonymous the hypothesis is optimistic yeah or it’s simplistic sadistic 
So I suggest you should suck this dick 

Say what the fuck you wanna say
Just get it out of my way
I don’t got no time for games 
I won’t try
Coming through no I’m not phased
I just learn to love my ways
And I swear that to the grave you know I

Swerve on my nerves keep it cursed
Since my birth I’ve been burned 
I’ve been turned I’m concerned you know that I Keep it 
short 
Don’t extort don’t export 
Sit and join flip a coin
Live the life I’ve been thinking that it’s time
Wait in line I’ll cut through
I ain’t waiting for nobody
Feel the vibe feelin fine
Ain’t no time for feeling sorry
So divine let it shine
You could turn into somebody 
I’m a son of a god 
I ain’t rapping for a hobby

Don’t tell nobody Or else you gon catch this drop kick
Wait grabbing Shotty ain’t no hobbie 
Need to stop it
Yeah smokin green what you mean
I’ need to blow steam
Wait you a fiend you won’t amount to a damn thing

Dropkick (Prod. PLOTHO)

Some sort of direction.

Production and art by the goat @wasbeatz

Lyrics:

Climb up quick to get crossed out the way 

You been hoping on dick like a moth to the flame 

getting to it quick but they got in the way 

Gonna Alter this perception we get caught in the paint


Blood stained sheets and blood stained walls

Bitch walking  out the forage hear the birds they call 

Waver in the neurons like its anybody's fault

In the soil he a pellet cant tell anyone at all 



Conditions of light 

Up at the top gonna slip into sight 

Gotta get a respite 

A lick and a bite 

Pull up on us 

He get hit wita pipe 

No visitors type 


War song sung to the ground with the war drum 

Chipped in r-fid when the lord come 

Stay down might dip at the mourn sun 

May douse my wrist till its froze up 



I made, I made a mess


I cant seem to grasp on 



Certain, certain, certain materials 

I just wanna see the truth 


Purpose you counterfeit 

Working so everything balances 

No one deserve 

What your boutta get 

Counting it 

Up 

While 

The serpents 

Surrounding it 

Down on my luck 

But I'm learning to 

Counter it 


Counting my take in my background off 

Few more gates till I pass out drunk 

Boy wanna be great take the trash out bruh 

Telephone game you gon pass that on 


Feelings from the top down 

One by one its cross out 

We ain't having fun so jam the cauldron and you locked out 


I could never stop now 

All the homies  pop out 

I can feel the heat its raising up you In the dog pound 





FINAL DOSE [PROD. W A S]

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