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SPARK IT!! FT. MADOUSA x HXLY (prod. G7)

Daedric

End Of Light

LYRICS:

Let ‘em loose,
Like a missile that be ripping off the roof,
Fuck a truce,
Let the evil show the people to their doom,
Introduced to the faces of a war at your door,
Making more fucking weapons than they ever had before,
Where the bodies go?
Dump ‘em in the ditches by the truckload,
Ask the about the numbers, they gon’ tell you “who the fuck knows,”
Wave a fucking flag just to use as an excuse,
Nothing new, start a war,
Better gather all the troops,
They produce only hatred and destruction, never homes,
Got no food for the needy, better leave ‘em skin and bones,
“Just as long as I got enough money for myself,
Got my wealth, fuck your health,
Get a job and that’ll help y’all…”

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what you need,
Never touching what I have

Round ‘em up,
Drag them motherfuckers to the city’s center,
Know the people fucking mad ‘cause we could be doing better,
In the end,
Making sure they never do this shit again,
Everybody’s fucking singing while they’re swinging in the wind,
String ‘em up,
We don’t give a fuck,
‘Cause we had enough,
People spitting on their bodies after what they did to us,
Through the years,
Took advantage of our blood, sweat, and tears,
Now the people came together,
No more living in the fear

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what we need,
Never touching what you have


DOOMSDAY (PROD. LAMM)

Feat @grey_official

[LYRICS]
(K.V)
Shoelace get you tripping? give a fuck about your blade
I'm here to speak my shit I'm here to say, what I say
Shoelace get you tripping? give a fuck about your blade
I'm here to speak my shit I'm here to say, what I say

K.V up inside of it, yes I'm about to kick the shit
Fuck around with me and get your head split
You best admit, you aint shit, yes you better fucking quit
I'm border to the game bitch and you aint got a permit
If there ever was a reason, I don't really know but how
Why you fucking talking to me better stop that shit right now
Otherwise it'll turn to the pistol talking
Make you fucking crippled walking
Sad ass life you have, better fucking stick to vlogging

Shoelace get you tripping? give a fuck about your blade
I'm here to speak my shit I'm here to say, what I say
Shoelace get you tripping? give a fuck about your blade
I'm here to speak my shit I'm here to say, what I say

(GREY)
Give a fuck about a vouch, all these silly men talking
Prasing about some guns and blades now he struggling to be walking
Rapping like you edgy and dark but really you just stalling
No you ain't crossing me, passing me
Crubing me no bitch you ain't loving me

Poetic mind, feeling so blind
You are defined, speaking so kind
Bitch we know you designed heh, got you left behind heh
Think you gonna die? No pussy that's a lie
We like to do it sly, as if eye to eye huh

Artificial rap boy, acting like you hard boy
I just wanna help boy, swinging like you kill boy
Break ya like a toy boy, read ya like a play boy
Beat ya like a game boy, you don't really want this shit bitch

StandingSteadyInIt (feat. GREY, prod. K.V)

INDICTED FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. SAURXN)

Prod. YCK

Reactionary types that got imaginary frights
Cause who’s the boogeyman today they pull from standard-varied sites
No moderation so the garbage goes instinctively and flocks
Country bumpkins with no teeth destroy the trinkets with their rocks
Grass is greener pastures fleeting drawn a prototype
Killed by status seekers capture seeds and shipped em overnight
You should be ashamed permit defacing hieroglyphics
Flood the world and storm the castle I’ll be taking Spyro with it
Talk to the media champion rulings then perjuring under oath
Drafting some premiums oughta be keeping em broke 
But there’s murmuring someone spoke
Beating the buzzer but left to the buzzards 
Defaulting on debt it don’t even exist
What’s passing us by not something you get more of 
It’s something that most of us easily miss
Hovering above us what color to shoot
Extending suffrage was unjust they argue in suits
Inflation was a cover-up 
The corporate greed the sucker punch
The coins have been displaced
The bills they’ve printed now worth nothing much

If we don’t act
Then we’re no different than the ones facilitating laws applied
If we don’t act
At least agree to shield attempts they’re aiming at who’s been ostracized
Herd the deserters
Free pardons for murders
Grounded held hostage
Erasure adopted
Leading us backwards
Am I safe? Not quite
Two chambers lack words
And both think they’re right

When you can’t govern and you pick your party over country
Stoke a culture war remove the refuge for the sick and hungry
Services cut constituents ignorant
And then the purpose is what? So millions ain’t literate
Penitentiary loaded and this capacity’s holding
With open treachery showing it’s Congress happily folding
Middle Ages back they want oppression and antiquity’s
The motive lining up a second class they want to kill with ease
Endangered due to bigots here they want a paper genocide
Abort the court or force reforms ignore the rape or femicide
Gentrified expanse to push them out subject to pesticides
If you knew what you’ve eaten I guarantee you’d be petrified
It’s two tiers it’s too clear who’s truly preferred
Not fucking new here what’s soon near is duly reserved
Moderate nonpartisan means shit conform to either line
Society’s uncivil and what’s patriotic’s redefined

If we don’t act
Then we’re no different than the ones facilitating laws applied
If we don’t act
At least agree to shield attempts they’re aiming at who’s been ostracized
Herd the deserters
Free pardons for murders
Grounded held hostage
Erasure adopted
Leading us backwards
Am I safe? Not quite
Two chambers lack words
And both think they’re right

If We Don't Act

Prod. YCK

I’m disgusted the crusade you wage
And the points you don’t take into factor
Don’t mind the candor but I won’t rest
Until their heads are sat up on a platter
Transcended to a dimensional plane
Fuck any norm and conventional way
But the choice they made and the souls that gave
Themselves only caused unintentional pain
Put a bar code on the back of the cranium
Screwing on plates that are made of titanium
Makeshift operation botched we’ll break consolidation, watch
Maintain order they’ll install some feudalistic dignitaries
They gain quarters and then bore imperialistic militaries
Competing for clicks it’s a fucking race to the bottom
The victors rewriting history gone erase it like Sodom
Unite forsaken manuscripts now go to an index what’s your last name
A secret composition’s tipping inside of a fractured glass frame
Clerical errors parroting narratives they’re unfair in it
Sickness that I received, inherited, therein I have to bear with it
Becoming whole with the elements tangled but not quite finished yet
Expand and spread the compelling myths strengthened and made the limits set

You are the machinist depleting what you made finite
Self-defeating symbols and heroes you tread a fine line
A fictitious presence
To pick up the pieces
These judicious peasants
Will drop where he reaches
Worthy to extremists though weakened and barely omnipresent
Never feeding those you allowed to be ill and convalescent
Don’t call us kindred
And save us the speeches
For guiding your children
To die from diseases

Ain’t no type of satanist
But don’t make me summon a god within
Release and relieve me of this old bondage
Wrists are dripping A positive
You’ve been indignant won’t cradle the fall
Taking a stand with a fatal assault
Came to submit when you’re facing the wall
There ain’t nobody left you can blame who’s at fault 
A special kind of a purgatory’s reserved for people like you
Assume I don’t know what it’s like to suffer but I’m assuring you that I do
I’m the authentic iconoclast
I’m a man they wanna forbid and banish
Piles of cash into insolvent mass 
Now the humans’ own and worst sin had vanished
Still the lone inmate inside a self-sanctioned prison
You get your joy out of misery tunneled self-imposed vision
Of how the country should have been run but it’s clear that wealth is nothing but poison
Fuckin ducking at signs of uncertainty that’s too much risk avoidance
Silver spoons had filled the room you’re not the rags to riches type
Familiar tunes they will consume it’s fair to get your pickings right
Half will decline but unraveling fine that’s just how bad the offers were
Had to cut through the fray still surveyed it like a damn cartographer

You are the machinist depleting what you made finite
Self-defeating symbols and heroes you tread a fine line
A fictitious presence
To pick up the pieces
These judicious peasants
Will drop where he reaches
Worthy to extremists though weakened and barely omnipresent
Never feeding those you allowed to be ill and convalescent
Don’t call us kindred
And save us the speeches
For guiding your children
To die from diseases

The Machinist

Produced by Akasha Ur
Mixing/Mastering by Retch
Lyrics by MXRTMANE, EDDISON

LYRICS: SOON

6 FEET (ft. EDDISON) (prod. Akasha Ur)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Gucci my feet when I walk in
ColdWorld on my body I’m flossin’
Came wit a grip, came wit a grip
Came wit a grip we ain’t talkin’

I be on point like a sniper
Put two in his chest Ima line up
Your whore really want me I pipe her
Found out she can sing like a choir

Pretty boy swag, pretty boy swag
Pretty boy swag they can’t touch me
Bitch I came out the womb wit them good genes
Ima trigger a bitch like I’m Syd Sween

Wait, wait
Sippin’ too much I can’t see straight
Laid up wit your whore on the first date
Five Star service she fellate 

Suicide bomber I’m all
Put all of my opps in a coffin
I’m in your town in that foreign
Back that hole you gon’ crawl in

He don’t want beef like a vegan
Beam on the chop when I see him
30 round mag, 30 round mag
30 round mag it gon’ eat him

Bridge:
Keep dumpin’
30 mag go what?
30 mag go blaow!
Let’s go!

Verse 2:
Sunglasses at night I don’t need light
Tracer tip shells they gon’ take flight
Bark like a dog and I do bite
They not gon’ press me, I move right

Dead man walk, dead man walk
Dead man walk, issa cold world
Dead man walk, dead man walk
Dead man walk, issa cold world

I don’t got no friends I’m solo
Winter depression, I’m so low
Came home from the trenches I’m loco
Black & white world I see mono

‘Cause the Gucci my feet when I walk in
ColdWorld on my body I’m flossin’
Came wit a grip, came wit a grip
Came wit a grip we ain’t talkin’

ColdWorld (prod. Plague)

POS (Prod. H1TMAN Beats)

DEAD NORTH ❄️

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StandingSteadyInIt (feat. GREY, prod. K.V)

K.V

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