LXXIV - FIRST THINGS FIRST

BLADEHIIT

BLADEHIIT FT. LXXIV + TR3

YEAH HOE! W/ BLXDESMITH p. H!CKEY

Straying from the path, fucked the plan up but Im 
not afraid, admit I need man up
What the fuck you got to tell your grandsons? Damn son, lamb guts, fucking with the cult, Charles Manson
Find me in a box underneath, under pyramids where the ground freezes
With a scroll sitting at my feet that reads
Thou shall not rest in peace
Rest in pieces, and for any other soul that reads this, repeat this, I dont wanna live another weekend, I wanna go where time ceases
In the cracks, in the crevice, in the creases, and by the time that you see this, your soul will have been leaving, mind stuck here, endless seasons

If you never wanna end up like we did
Kill yourself before you get reason
Colder than that motherfucker Frozone, most dont, recognize I crept in the photo, hoes go, life is like a movie, mine in slow mo, so low, solo blowing holes in the ozone, oh no 
Its prolly impossible, comical that I could make it out
But Ouija no squeegee see yet Im working myself in the ground
Medusa medulas, Im getting stoned from blowing loud
No Fat Nick, no Pouya, my boys gone buffet when Im found

Dont come around just for the party if you wasnt around for the starving
Marvin with the motherfucking Martians, chiefing green I picked up out the carpet
Vacuumed with a sock then I sparked it, I just need a little hit, Im not the smartest
Im not fucking with you posers always larping
You aint seen no darkness

Drowned in the sea tryna part it, find me at the bottom of the Arctic
Left out in the deep end from the garden I have eaten, my relationship with demons symbiotic 
Our life aint got no meaning, got no dignity, demeaning, our creator prolly seething, thinking humans idiotic

Happiness Comes With A Price, Mine Is $150 (prod. sobernap**)

NIKKO - WTW? (ft. Vythe)

Whatchu gone do RVMAN the gang and we comin right thru/ 
I’ve been chillin in the lunar, and now I think I got the vision/ 
Aye, RVMAN gang that is the movement, you know that that shit is not switchin/ 
Yo death couldn’t come any sooner, but once it do it’s see you later/ 
I’m making bloodshed from the traitors guess ima show you whatchu made of/ 
Don’t fuck with the law like a vigilante/ 
Do all this shit my own way you have know say it’s fuck the population I am anti/ 
Everything that you stand for so get laid down cause my trigger finger gettin antsy/ 
Run me them pockets boy I reach yo bread like im all inside that pantry/ 
Fold a nigga like a Motorola then I run him over Toyota Camry/
 His body purple that’s banshee because I, left that man with a halo after spinning on his block like tornado/ 
The god of war they call me Kratos, like a cradle how I’m sleepin these niggas do it everyday so/ 
I get some peace and quiet when I may tho/ 
My life’s a bitch that’s why I don’t debate hoes/ 
They layin low because I tote the Draco they can’t tango/ 
Fuck you speak on my name 4 5 what I’m gone aim/ 
Go run any direction in a second you in heaven/ 
All my thoughts came from hell, I’ve been needin a reverend/ 
Bet not talk shit on my brethren RVMAN/ 
This DE is not pretend, come take this L we play to win/ 
Wait, didn’t mean to sin again, but you pissin me off I don’t recommend/ 
Doing that sneak dissin, if you do then you’ve made the decision to no longer be livin/ 
Like I said I got lunar vision/ 
These niggas don’t cause we see different/ 
That means I’m scoping in at night, with that dot and I’m ending you like a sentence/ 
Lately I’ve been doin a lot of sinnin beggin for forgiveness from my religion but you’ll never catch me beggin for these women/ 
Fuck gettin on one knee don’t need bitches/ 
Find out where you stay that’s yo position then the clique rolling out like some autobots/ 
Get to clickin cause he surely do talk a lot/ He gone need protection like an otterbox/ 
6 feet in the ground where he gone rot/ Ima turn that boy ancient like an antique/ 
Run up on me then them bodies drop/ I ain’t leaving a stain like the vigilante/

VIGILANTE

VIGILANTE PROD. LUNAR VISION

Nothing in this bitch gon matter, my skull shattered, pieces in the floor
Watching my brain go splatter, watch it scatter, watch the colors blow
Between life and death, the ladder, I would rather call this hell my home
Im alone, but atleast I got my weed, oh no, Im gone, Ouija dead to the bone

Nothing in this world gon last
I want us all to die dont mean to be rash 
Ima hit a hundred and fly through the dash
Hanging with the undead, people of the past
Put it to his dome when the windows get bashed
Counting up my vices I aint counting up no cash
Nah, I only want the grass
I only wanna watch the world collapse, crash

Sending out shots like its Black Ops, neck up, brain on the blacktop, made his head blast off
Pain in my chest like a black heart, headshot with the Smith & Wesson no restart
Bitches in my ear saying, “music aint hard” and they really quick to tell me, “You wont get too far”
You dont know the Ouija, you dont know no hardship
Rotting to the core til I come out heartless

Bitch i give up i cant get up, got no reason to keep my head up
Ima loser, I stay fucked up, drug abuser
Dont get too close, I might use her
I feel like a robot, like computer
Lying to myself cuz the truth hurts
Lemme go to sleep in the dirt, in the earth
Whats worse? 
Being alive but I feel nothing
Being alive when the telephone rang
Another of my brothers that shouldve had a shrink
Reaching out for answers, leave a message at the beep
Why does it gotta be me? I shouldve died in 2015
My whole life is filtered through bleak, I never knew peace

Show Me Thorns, Ill Show You Hands Willing To Bleed (prod. Curtes)

I only fuck with one bitch, no tricks
Smoking blunts until my lungs give, my skin itches
They just see me as a dumb kid, well fuck this
I aint tryna fit in with punk bitches, you suck dick

Wonder weapon, thunder stepping, fuck this industry
Armageddon, this aint Tekken, this aint little league
Drug possession misconception just a bag of weed
One confession, I dont wanna breath past 33 

Kill me, maybe Ill feel less guilty
Too deep, I dont wanna hear you feel me
No peace, whenever I lay try to get sleep
Cant see, blinded by my fallacy

Missing People came to conquer and invade
Your place of residence, your presidents, I want the pape
Got an army that kill for me, my blade stay stained
Pack-a-punch a pussy, put a rookie in his place

Its evident that you a bitch, my element is triple six
Im at yo head need no assist with red dots like a hindu chick
Heres something thatll make you sick, the heads off of your next of kin
And maybe with some severed hands, Im sorry couldnt let them live

One with the hated, debated taking the nations, too basic, nothing we manage gon change it, hoping that nobody makes it, witness the reset mosaic, countries becoming archaic, nobodies round here to save it, give up on your aspirations

I dont wanna live like this it isnt just prison sentence
One of one the Missing menace feel my presence when I visit
Lemme get to six feet, underground dont miss me, hell is tryna tempt me fuck this planet
Ouija been seasoned, a veteran enemy, none of you fuckers is real to me, vanish

I Hate You All More Than You Could Ever Hate Yourselves (prod. CURTES)

prod. VEINN & CASTLECORPS

Lyrics:

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

Neck yourself
Making me laugh you think a vest will help
Hahaha
Might wanna check yourself
Like you was putting something Nike on
One call green light and we get 'em gone
Mason Margiela sweater stepping in some Louboutins
Its umbrella weather waiting for the slip and fall

(But wait, there's more)

I'm the best it's irrefutable
Pressure point squeezing your cuticle
I got you inside the palm of my hand
Blick take you to prom it want you to dance
Rubber wrapped around my dozens of bands
I'm up
None of you got any fans you suck
I mean ones that are real
You got IG followers but not any skill
That's why i gap y'all
Add an E i'm thick as hell (gape)
New gap I just hit it and it fucking swelled
I'm an attack dog back off
Hit you with the chopper like a blackhawk
Ass off what I had to work
I'm boutta blast off like im off of earth
And I just laugh all day at you ants
Peons
Know that y'all tryna jack what I be on
Laser came with the stick it's neon
The only thought in my head that keeps going is-

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

2025

2025 (feat. NIKKO)

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)

Like an angel(prod.cimor x percy) shout out to the producers check them out on YouTube much love everyone hope you enjoy it #mumblerap #rap #hiphop #r&b #trend #fyp

Show Me Thorns, Ill Show You Hands Willing To Bleed (prod. Curtes)

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