mind if I borrow this beat & sing on it??

YOUDON'TKNOWME ON SPOTIFY:
https://open.spotify.com/track/1PHiQZJ84ZJH1m6mienw1A?si=253640403e8c4e54

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sweatshirty: vvv
https://www.instagram.com/sweatshirty/
novision: vvv
https://www.instagram.com/novisionn/
https://soundcloud.com/novisionn
kamaara: vvv
https://www.instagram.com/kamaara/
https://soundcloud.com/kamaara

art by: vvv
https://www.instagram.com/pr3sentt/

YOUDON'TKNOWME feat. KAMAARA & NOVISION (Prod. Sweatshirty)

TRACK 1 of the “CORPSE GALORE” EP

written & performed by fxckjamie and gashum
produced by fxckjamie
cover art by gvzzvh

BLACK MASK (FEAT. GASHUM) [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

NEW YEAR NEW BEAMS
GOT A NEW CRIB MAKING NEW PLAYS
DEADWORLDMONEYGANG WON'T EVER STOP

2024 STILL GOING DUMB

NEW YEAR NEW BEAM

NEW YEAR NEW BEAM (PROD ESCOBEER)

Wide awake in my brain, eyes fixated on the ceiling
I grab the blade and paint the pain to replicate the feeling
On the frontier I shed my skin to rid the demons
Took a whole year for me to really feel a thing

Remember last time?
You told me I wont make a cent, you’d think that I was dealing, but now I gotta represent
I never want another word, I wanted you to feel regret
Pity all the trauma I dont want it in my head

Erase
Never see my face again
The knocking coming from the door are whispers in the wind
You’re leaving with no trace at the bottom of the lake 
Ive fallen, deeper in the nightmare, I want it to end

Am I a lost cause? Wrestle with these lonely thoughts
Baring scars from they taught
Happiness is what it cost
If anything I owe more than I lost
At any rate Im dying fill the coffin

ERASE (prod. Zyller Beats)

spotify
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instagram @smokebomb00
instagram @cxrrvptxd713
instagram @deemxnn
instagram @prod.mxnty

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[Intro: Cxrrvptxd]
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun will test yo frontin
the son of the gun gonna do you wrong
the son of the gun make the barrel run up
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ

[Verse 1: Smoke Bomb]
Sexy little trick hate my guts, I make her sick
Sexy little baddie, love the way she's on my-, on my-, on my-
Sexy little trick hate my guts, I make her sick
Sexy little baddie, love the way she's on my-, on my dick (Smoke)

[Hook: Smoke Bomb]
Tell me who takes the pain away?
Who makes your body shake?
Who feels a type of way?
Who's gonna catch the fade?
Tell me who took ya life away?
Who makes your body shake?
Who feels a type of way?
Who's gonna catch the fade? (Aye)

[Verse 2: Cxrrvptxd]
don't let me appear, they running in fear
im becoming a seer
you, big as madea
don't get no fucking ideas, pistol is singing aliyah
start of the year
feeling like jones with some gear
dont say that we peers, there's levels, i'll make them apear
don't get too sincere
i'll slap you if i see some tears, lets be very fucking clear
you talk too much, sound like a damn auctioneer
so please just get better
i'll bring out my weapons, the homies be calling me tyr
and speaking of tiers, ask all yo squad if they gotchu in one
if they don't, better make a fucking riot but know what i run
top of this shit with the clique
nothing matter, just know that darkness eclipses the sun

[Bridge: Cxrrvptxd]
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun will test yo frontin
the son of the gun gonna do you wrong
the son of the gun make the barrel run up
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ

[Hook: Smoke Bomb]
Tell me who takes the pain away?
Who makes your body shake?
Who feels a type of way?
Who's gonna catch the fade?
Tell me who took ya life away?
Who makes your body shake?
Who feels a type of way?
Who's gonna catch the fade?

[Verse 3: Deemxnn]
i'm-i'm-i’m bout to head to the back to control all my thoughts bitch i don’t wanna talk anymore 
yeah i been knowing they still running low
they gon slide for they mans so i gotta reload
who gave him the drop without saying that shit gonna come with a cost if he wanted the smoke
these bitches don’t think when they’re crossing the fence, they all been on a string
i don’t think there’s a rope 
yeah 
i got that motherfucka’ locked
i’m getting whatever i want
im shocked that yo block going soft
they moving too quick without thought
i’ll slide for my queen like a wasp
that pussy ass nigga a fraud
i’m feining so fuck all the talk, bitch
took out the glizzy from out of the tote
yeah that boy ain’t outside so i’ll wait at his door (woah)
if he head to the back then he’s right in a scope
yeah i know all my niggas gon do what they won’t (woah)
imma do what you won’t 
they all getting low when i aim at his dome
now they not in their zone (woah)
they abandoned the post
bitch i don’t think there will be any hope
call me the ghost cause the way i’m plotting on all these bitches right dead on the phone
check for a pulse if you do what you said yo gon do in the night if you wanted me gone
boy you been cap, you ain’t riding with killers or drillers that shit is not where you belong
i do not fuck with nobody that’s riding my dick it’s been calm when i been on the low

SPOTIFY

Vagabond feat. Corzai + Deevt [P. Mxnty]

Im iller than salmonella 
Ouija set the tone no Ghostface Killah
Shout out my boy $now, you aint really fucking wit him
Posted with the bro got the black Beretta, Im fed up

Headshot Im sending you home
Deadlocked Im aiming the chrome
Bitch talk you talk thru the phone
Wig walk Im splitting your dome

Living with one from the gun to the head Abundance of the blood and tears ive shed
3 days in the grave and I rose from the dead
I dont feel nothing except for this dread

No living soul is accepted, these people demented, Im praising the lead
Blood running thinner, the Ouija weed killer, my final goal is to paint the town red

Stunt ona feat for free? Not me talk money or dont talk to me
In the cut like some blood Ouija staining all the leaves
Missing in this bitch I aint ever gon leave

Happiness dont exist no more but Im glad i dont waste my time
Bitch i lied I am not fine, Ima kneel down infront of the nine
Id rather kick the bucket than kick it with you lames, Im a vet up in hell, thriving through the pain
You fucking with Ouijaboy you fucking with the mane
Twisted in the mind, twisted how Im in my lane
Shame, leave the world inflames, I dont wanna play this game but we all to blame
Spiral down the drain
We aint saving nothing, might as well go pray

A Constant State Of Worst Case Scenario (prod. CONSTANTINE)

Ripping nails out with a vise grip, never been no nice kid
Peeling back your eyelids, Jeff the Killer type shit
Heres my advice bitch, jump off of a nice bridge 
Master of disaster, antimatter bladed knife hit, switch

I got you paralyzed, barrel between a pair of eyes
I dont want you to just die let me clarify
I wanna find the things make you terrified
Put you through cleaners get you sterilized 

Bacteria, you sheep, aint nobody to defeat
Erasing opposition like CTRL ALT DELETE
I need a pot to piss in like I gotta take a leak
You was talking mad loud but since then retreated

Scheming, i gave your life meaning
Beat a dead horse but it wont stop screaming
Rappers always reaching with the preaching for no reason
Pipe the fuck down you my kid like some semen


Bitch im feelin sick
I hate all you bitches cus you always ridin dick
Man catch another clip
Dick make her twitch but i ain even streaming,l
Shawty said she fuck wit me
Bitch got me leanin

KNVCK IF YOV BVCK, Get stabbed if you walk in
This shit is a hobby, ion even gotta clock in
Hop in, if you wit the gang you can hop in
For those of you who not wit the crew, you get blocked in

What the fuck
Goddamn
Rappin on this beat, got me feeling like the man
Skirtin off the block wit the keys to the lamb
Better tell em ZILLVH sent you, and to follow on the gram

…And He Told Me To Kill Myself So I’m G Walkin' To Hell (prod. XPR)

Hell Hot But Im Colder (prod. Asthmaretic)

A serpent thats speaking in tongues, slithering
Why are you flexing fake guns? Interesting 
Black out my body no nun, invisible
Black like the resin, my lungs need medical
Criminal, cycles of torment perpetual
Moving up surgery schedules
Scalpel and forceps professional, technically technical, tec-9 new funeral, different colored xanax it’s beautiful, anything numbing is suitable, new day, same pain, im miserable
Last bar had too many syllables, rewrote to come out more cynical, save face is something Ill never do, who the fuck you think you better than? Who
Dont bump ya gums ill dump my guns, you pumping nun, whole body numb
Ill stomp your son, you meet the drum, you fucking bum, Im one of one
Ill puncture lungs from blowing tons of OG Skunk through fucking blunts
Whys there so much punk bitches underground all you do is front?
Whats shaking? Hit pavement not minding your business
Fuck all the settling differences
All that i want is my version of Icarus 
Misfortune lets torture the innocent
Cross me you get put up on a T not talking bout no shirt
Lately I’ve been locked in on some nasty human butcher work
Headed to my favorite place to bag a brain, display the hurt
Posted like its GTA with RPGs outside the church
Learn
From all the bridges you burned, dispersed in the back of a hearse
You wanna be clever get body parts severed, get put in earth with the worms
This is the sermon
Im barely seen a person, I know that it really could worsen
Live with no purpose, Im worthless, the way that this ends up just send in the nurses 
Please dont resuscitate, please dont reverse this
Swerving the hearse Ill succumb to my curses
Lurk in the night wrap my mind with a turban

From Where I'm Standing, There Is No God In Sight (prod. Curtes)

Im sadistic, I’m straight up vicious, no rest for the wicked
Missing on top you bitches with nails in your wrist and
A nail in just where your kicks been, crucifixion
A pigs pen the way that we living, think death is my mission
Pulling up
Black out my body I’m hooded up
The green that I carry be smelling like berries, the strawberry goji I’m rolling up
Like absent father not showing up, theres levels to hell and I leveled up
Damn near a deadbeat, if its getting ugly you know that the Ouija is pulling up, what the fuck
Slamming the gas with my foot on the brake
Making no progress for my fucking sake
Dead is my exit there is no debate, head on a plate
Rapping bout ice like you was an immigrant
Head on a spike if you want to get into it
Come talking money like I was from Intuit
Blow up a stadium just like Vegeta did
Being rich i know ain’t shit but I could afford my fix
Oxycontin or suboxone, what’s the problem if i lived?
If the coffin comes to claim me, its okay I want it often
Often nauseous, vomit toxins, life is what my fixes cost me, begging to off me
Scrape the blade, yank the chain then decay
Don’t obey, end your day, youre dead to me 

Life Is A Game That No One Ever Wins (prod. Dead Retire)

Days of Rage:

Main Artists : Jae Alaska , @nastiitaxii
Production by : @nastiitaxii , @amertm , @dantegrey
Featuring: @83hades @lefthandluck
Artwork by @teebry

A Constant State Of Worst Case Scenario (prod. CONSTANTINE)

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]

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