Single Collection {2022}

DownTheStreet

DownTheStreet w/ kingqvest and g (PROD. by crimson ice)

prod. crimson ice

LYRICS:

IM HEXING MY ENEMIES YOU AINT NO FRIEND TO ME
I COPE WITH INSANITY YOURE DAMNED FOR ETERNITY

IM HEXING MY ENEMIES YOU AINT NO FRIEND TO ME
I COPE WITH INSANITY YOURE DAMNED FOR ETERNITY
ION GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY LIFE ITS FILLED WITH ALL THESE ENDLESS NIGHTS
I KEEP ON TWEAKING FROM MY DEMONS AND I CANT SHAKE THIS GOD DAMN FEELING
LOOK INTO MY EYES AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE
I CANT FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER MY NAME MY FACE THIS PLACE 
OR THE REASON THERES FIRE INSIDE MY VEINS

IM HEXING MY ENEMIES YOU AINT NO FRIEND TO ME
I COPE WITH INSANITY YOURE DAMNED FOR ETERNITY

hex (PROD. by crimson ice)

Lyrics:

Im that frozen mother fucker from the north
You keep choking on all of your words
You wont last another turn
Im walking out with burns
All these flames up around me
Never come around me
When im fucking lounging 
Ill get to pouncing
Then youll get to drownin
Calling for ya mommy
Im sorry shes been getting rowdy 
Without me
eat that pussy like its chow mein
All these bitches come round me
I dont do a fucking thang
They just like me cuz of my pain 
I dont really give her fang
I dont really give her fang
I just give her brain
We be chillin in the rain
But thats just my main 
Each day stay the same
I dont do a fuckin thang
They come back like a Boomerang
Make em feel insane
Catch me avoidin all the lanes
I might go insane
Ion really care
I dont do it for the fucking fame
I dont do it for the lames

Are_We_Ever_Truly_Alone? (PROD. by crimson ice)

LYRICS:

Manic depressive i take my lethal injection 
Do you get the message Sick of this introspection 
Weak confessions tend to bring out these infections
Secret sessions tend to bring out these transgressions
You're never peaking
Always staying stunted
Always fuckin frontin
Speaking outta pocket
We can talk toxic
If ya want it sippin on some tonic
Fiji water for my mana ima phantom
On some random fuckin tangent reeking havoc 
Little bitch
My wrist is in a splint
Im whipin out my dick and ill take fuckin a piss
On your  corpse lil hoe
Bustin through the door 
Im so frozen
No ones colder 
Put the tone to yo dome 
Slice ya like michonne
You aint no opponent
My magic, oh so potent
Im overloaded
Feelin like im merlin
Overdosing on all these, all these potions

Muramasa (PROD. by crimson ice)

LYRICS:

On that westside creeping shit
You know what i am seeking bitch
Im fucking with them demon shits
You fucking with an evil lich
Im fucking with that triple sixxx
Best you get to running
Fore i start to rippin bitches
Just for fucking fun
Im the second son
Time to get with all this sinnin
Aint no one, under the sun
Just like me, im fucking grinnin
Coming out the mist
With my blood soaked linen
With my wrists all split
This shits just the beginning 
Its sin o clock
just aint, aint no stop
Aint no way im finna flop
Just watch im gettin guap
Im wringin out yo neck 
Just as soon as i get set
Im wringin out yo neck 
Just as soon as i get set
Get em wet
Get em wet 
Pull up
Get em wet
Get em wet
Pull up
Get em wet
Get em wet
You fuckin with a vet
I aint gotta fuckin vest
Aint got shit to protect
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On that westside creeping shit
You know what i am seeking bitch
Im fucking with them demon shits
You fucking with an evil lich
Im fucking with that triple sixxx
Best you get to running
Fore i start to rippin bitches
Just for fucking fun
Im the second son
Time to get with all this sinnin
Aint no one, under the sun
Just like me, im fucking grinnin
Coming out the mist
With my blood soaked linen
With my wrists all split
This shits just the beginning

Get Em Wet (PROD. by crimson ice)

LYRICS:

Slitting throats, im out smoking dope
Just another day in the, in the snow
Yeah turn you to a stain, if you dirty up my name
Im losing hope, in this game and youre to blame
Lemme spit some flame at ya
I never fucked with ya
Yous just a sucka with a motha fuckin buck fifty
Motha fuck your two cents
You gone lose bets
I got fuckin loose ends
But only til bout 2:10
I dont do no shootin
I can call up four felons
You can do the ducking but that reaper 
Got plenty o’ weapons
You tr- try to run to reverend 
But things arent lookin that pleasant 
Take this as a testament
To my own fucking decadent
Slitting throats, im out smoking dope
Just another day in the, in the snow
Yeah turn you to a stain, if you dirty up my name
Im losing hope, in this game and youre to blame
Lemme spit some flame at ya
I never fucked with ya
Yous just a sucka with a motha fuckin buck fifty
Motha fuck your two cents
You gone lose bets
I got fuckin loose ends
But only til bout 2:10

Take It From Me, You Aint Shit (PROD. by crimson ice)

crimson ice