WE BACK AND WE TAKING HEADS SON


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FACELESS 1-7 SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4G8px...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCeGK...

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/faceless1-7

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/faceless1_7/


PROMPTO SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/55l8X...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/c/Promptomusic

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/promptomusic

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/promptomusic/

ARYEL SOCIALS

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQnx...

Soundcloud - 
https://soundcloud.com/prodaryel

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/aryelthemer...


_____________________ LYRICS __________________


FACELESS 1-7 ///


*damn turn that beat up* 


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


fucked yo bitch she callin out she said she want it deep


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


I dont give a fuck about your energy


torment is infinite
I wish that I was aborted
my ma could afford it


light up with the syndicate 
then get my b she contorted
her feet into orbit
      
i'll fuck on the internet
gone get your girl to record it
my nut on her forehead


im sad but she into it 
you all the same lika a synonym
huh
yuh


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me
I gone bring the ruckus got my focus on the fee
seeing out the black we staying strapped up to the teeth
if you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street


buried underneath 6ft concrete
old mate with the ski like c'est la vie
that girls pussy taste like made lychee
i'ma get my breath wet sweet like tea
my seed
compressed between them cheeks
thats g
got them buns for fun
she like a cream pastry
an I ain't done till sun
done did a 360
said i ain't run from nun
yea i ain't run from




rip that clip
with a fucked up face
ima take that ace
triple drop all day
light split my vein
till it fit my brain
tip n slice low fate
so I slide so fake
like
get no weight
don't get in my way
I been cutting my demons
till breathing my hate


upping my eden deleting the pain
but pain is my purpose deserve it
it fate




PROMPTO ///


Racks on racks I get provisions Kodak black got tunnel vision 7 sixes Ben Simmons rookie shit no definition amateur you beg to listen open ears with no intentions shed your tears you act like children


Better back off get the fuck out my way
Grab a chainsaw cut em out of they place
No face no case I’m asserting my fate
Here’s your meal I’ve been serving up plates
No ripndip talk yo shit so quick I’m sick of it
Butter them lips so slick like gibberish look at my racks like dividends make you say da-da-dadada-damn


How does it feel knowing she is a fan
Making it clap like god damn
Bought a new jacket it came from Japan
Think that I made it I only began
I made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences My vision is impairing I’m transparent with my privilege

Rack That Shit

Rack That Shit ft. Prompto (prod. Aryel)

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

Gotta strap in the back with Glock an attach
And I run wit yo bitch I be blowing the back
Gotta AR attach I be holding it back
And I'm back from the trap where I rap and I crap
And I smoke on a dab no mid or wack
Gone count my chips and count my racks
From the back I clap bounce back if that
And you don't want the smoke I could promise you that

Ima spaz on the track we gone get that bag
No cap big stack like a big big bad
No clips at the pad we gone click clack back
No bag just racks and bands bands

Bands Bands
50 on your block bro
Holo with the dot
And a pussy what I'm not hoe
Talk all that talk when you can't even walk tho
Might need a mop clean ops out the blocko

Goner a Walmart gay machine gun kelly
How you a shrimp and you still got a belly
Talk like a brit on the televised tele
Claiming you tough but Evan bitch really

Adios my nigga time to say bye
Your boy is dead in a ditch in Dubai
Wait to pull straps cause I like to win fights
Without my holos but after I might

Pull out the gat put a hole in his head
Bitch you a mat with the way that I step
Skin to the bone and ill eat what is left
Spit that shit out cause you bitch in the flesh

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

DEADMAN WALKiN

Day$okee- DEADMAN WALKiN feat pranav.wav (prod. bumboi)

THE FBI HAS A CRUSH ON ME

Day$okee- DONT LiKE Feat zer0xthrash (prod. SILVIA! & Berto)

DAY$OKEE X NIGHTSXRA- POMPEII

TRAGIC

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

The Thoughts You Run From

prod by gmp, zak ali & 4ria


SPOTIFY LINK BELOW


https://open.spotify.com/track/2yLZAeViNb16Q6tQ2SYL58

lyrics: 

look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 
bitch i quit drinking, i’m sinking in vomit i belch 
and beginning to think i could opt for some help 
all of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink 
wish i could just be more limber 
or be less distinct 
instead i yell timber 
depressions in sync with my temper 
that shit all grows heavy 
i vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers 
meticulous new repetitions 
i let it relinquish what i can’t remember, so tender 
but what difference does it make 
with the distance that i take 
i’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes 
i spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes 
you wretched fucks are asbestos, i can’t try to behave 
i don’t want to spend any more time tryna debate 
i’m still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate 
as the time shatters 
rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter 
i brine in sublime & latch onto my habits 
i find when i’m manic 
& till i go peak, all my passion is bleak 
until you all reach my new absence 
let that all read as my way of now getting complete 
and redeeming the panic 
this shit is no feat 
it’s a means of me slamming 
you hoes into granite 
you hoes all go show off your glow into cameras 
instagram models, be damned if i cannot fuck 
all of those filters can’t help what the damage does 
cause you’re a 6 just like digits from canada 
business as usual, city is cancerous 
writtens i drew the truth, so much less glamorous 
can’t handle gambles, i travel from 
lands where i drag my love forward 
with bags of drugs 
packing up 
i’ve got a lack of trust 
from all the knives in my back 
i’m not backing up 
cause all these wounds make my breathing hard 
like your damn asthma does 
you’ve got a bag of tricks 
well i’ve got active love 
holding raps captive 
connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs 
sold off the raps i sung 
you’re all so old, but you’re acting young 
tricks are for kids 
and i told em, i had enough 



look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 



look at you 
look at you 
you little judgmental cunt 
now bitch look at you

judgmental c*nt

MVKO - Swiper No Swiping feat. Jmattson

GOD DAMN

we are temporary. i am dead to the world but born again through Christ. Seek him and he will seek you. My music will be left as a testimony on how lost i was in the world. You may think its corny, but how is it that a tough guy like me suddenly changed or went "soft" ? Only the truth will reveal itself, but you must seek Jesus.

im not soft, just saved.

Day$okee- DONT LiKE Feat zer0xthrash (prod. SILVIA! & Berto)

DAY$OKEE (@daysokee)