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DEATH DILEMMA
30.06.2021 
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produced by @pxlse , featuring @biv

ACT 1: OPTIONS ft. @biv
lyrics apache:

oh fuck
i dont see another way out
in my head are voices i can hear them shout, loud
everyday im feeling knocked out
everyday im getting more and more burned out
yuh
suicidal thoughts, drugs make it worse
fuck it imma pop another fucking perc
fuck it imma roll another blunt
i just wanna feel empty, cold and numb
dont wanna hear any fucking sound
yeah the voices they are screaming so loud
yeah they want me to take me out
thats why i put the barrel in my mouth

ACT 2: END THIS
lyrics apache:

im gonna end this
put the barrel in my mouth
and ill let it rain bitch
im gonna end this
put the barrel in my mouth
im gonna let it rain bitch
im gonna end this
put the barrel in my mouth
and ill let it rain bitch
blood is raining
ill end this
i am insane bitch
put the barrel in my mouth
im gonna end this

OPTIONS (ft. BIV) // END THIS [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse

lyrics: 

fuck apache
i nutted in yo bitch face now she mad cuz she cant see
i know you hate me
aye cops tryna bait me
she said she can change me
i think that she crazy
aye
hollow points rearrange ur brain
aye
30 round clip ill leave a stain aye
load the ak yeah i let it rain aye
leave you with a migraine

still a drilla
still a winner
apache i am known as the painkiller
the way i hit her 
i make her body shiver
throw so many corpses in the river
they think im a fisher

aye
lean in my soda
imma run you over
never been sober
you a poser
hostile takeover
s/o 2 percent my man from hanover

CULT [PROD. PULSE]

VOCAL AND BEAT MIX BY @AKVRI
BEAT BY @PXLSE & @AKVRI

LYRICS:
i got two blisters in my bag
xannies oxys i need help
imma fucking end 
i cannot comprehend
all the pain i have felt 
damage i have dealt
empty hell
please just stay away
got drugs on me
im the plug
never empty always stocked
better hit me up
imma hit an opp
its still fuck a cop
as long im as the left hand of my own god
triple six is what i rock
crucify me let me rot
always strapped got that glock
my bitch think thats my cock uh

50 cal in my brain
opiates in my veins
on the floor bloody stains
deathslefthand i cant behave
ay deathslefthand i cant behave

deaths left hand, grim reaper
better stay back, got that nina
pour a pint, in a fucking liter
im a fiend bitch im a fucking dealer

shout out to my liver
overdose like everynight 
but im still a winner
selling bricks selling packs never say a word to cops
if they ever stop me watch them get their head popped 
bitch!

GRIM REAPER [PROD. PULSE x AKVRI]

PROD @PXLSE | FEATURING @KILLG3

LYRICS:

DEATHSLEFTHAND:

DEATHS LEFT HAND
WHAT I AM
WHAT I STAND FOR
DEATH IN MY HEAD
I CANT STAND
ALL THESE DAMN THOUGHTS
GUN IN MY HAND
GUN ON MY HEAD
MAKE ME FUCKING END
ALL THE PAIN IVE FELT

IMMA GO TO HELL
WATCH ME DWELL
I CAN FUCKING TELL
ACT LIKE A FEMALE
YOU A BITCH I KNOW YOU SCARED

MADE FOR THIS SHIT
PUT A KNIFE IN YOUR BITCH
PUT THE KNIFE TO MY WRIST
GLOCK WITH NO FUCKING SWITCH UH

IMMA REST IN PEACE
IMMA LET YOU SLEEP
I MAKE YOU SAY PLEASE
BEGGING ME FOR PEACE
BEGGING ME FOR PEACE
MAKE YOU BLEED FOR ME
MAKE YOU SCREAM FOR ME
NOONE FUCKING OWNS ME

NOONE FUCKING OWES ME
REASONS FOR MY NOSE BLEEEDS
YEAH U KNOW I GOT THE SPEED IN THE BACK OF MY SEAT
I GOT CRACK AND SOME WEED
YEAH I KNOW THAT IM A FIEND
I GOT PILLS I GOT WAX
I GOT THIS I GOT THAT
BITCH YUH

G3:

DEATHSLEFTHAND GOT THE PILLS IN HIS BACK
WE PULL UP WITH THE BEAMER LOWNLYCLIQUE THE BIGGEST DEALERS
SWEAR TO GOD WE GOT GLOCKS M4S AND SOME MORE
WHAT EVER YOU WANT JUST RING US UP AND WE PULL UP

GLOCK TO YOUR HEAD MOTHERFUCKER DONT SHAKE
WE SHOOT THROUGH YOUR HEAD YOUR CORPSE FALLS INTO THE LAKE
SNAKES IN THE SEWERS WATCHING THE TOWN FROM THE SHADOWS
MOTHERFUCKER ROB YOUR BANK AND FIRE ADDOS ATTACKS YEAH

JUMP THROUGH THE WINDOWS BREAK THE POLICEMANS NECK
LIKE A DIRTY SLUG HES GOING TO THE GROUND
MOVE THROUGH THE BUILDING WE ARE BORN FOR THIS FEELING
NEVER STAB BACK FROM THE DANGER BLOW INTO THE FUCKING SHELTER

MONEY IN THE FUCKING BANK
WE WANT TO GET SOME HASH
RUN TO THE FUCKING CAR
BURNOUT FASTER LIKE A SHOOTING STAR
ESCAPE FROM THE POLICE
INTO UNDERGROUND BASE JA
KILLED ALOT OF MOTHERFUCKERS
NOW WE WANTED KILLAS

PULL UP 🎯 /w G3 [PROD. PULSE]

PRODUCED BY @PXLSE

LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

IM ON YOUR BLOCK
FIVE SEVEN IS COCKED
WASSUP
I KNOW YOU LOOK UP
TO A FAKE GOD
EVERY DAY FUCKED UP
EVERY DAY FEELS ROUGH

I GOT EVERY BENZO THAT YOU NEED
I GOT PILLS TO MAKE YOU SLEEP
SIP SOME BOOZE TO REST IN PEACE
SIP SOME LEAN AND FLY WITH ME
IM THE DEVIL APACHE

POCKETS FULL OF CASH
THIRTY SIX DO THE DASH
SPIN THE BLOCK SHOOT YO ASS
BULLETS RAIN, SHATTER GLASS
SWING THE SWORD MAKE IT SLASH
KILL EM ALL, PSYCHOPATH
DEATHSLEFTHAND ILL NEVER END YUH

DESTROY ME [PROD. PULSE]

PRODUCED BY @PXLSE AND @KILLG3

LYRICS G3:

G3 NAME CHANGED AGAIN 
WITH THE VOCALS FROM HELL
I HOPE NOONE WILL REMEMBER MY NAME 
CAUSE THE WORTH OF MY HEAD IS ZERO DEAD 
NO FAM NO FRIENDS 
NO FAME NO GAIN 
LOOK AT MY STATE OF DECAY 
DRUGGED UP FUCKED UP 
BITCH CALL ME PLUG
SWEAR TO GOD MY LIFE SUCKS 
PSYCHOPATH IN AGONY 
TORMENT IS MY THERAPY
MY WRIST IS TRAGEDY 
FUCK ALL OF YOUR CHARITY 
YOU PRETEND TO BE GOOD 
BUT IN REAL YOU ARE A EGOISTIG PIECE OF SHIT 
SWEAR TO GOD 
YOUR LOOK MAKES ME FUCKING SICK 
CONTINUE TO SUCK DICK BITCH 
I FIRE GUNS WHILE I SCREAM HAIL SATAN SHIT

LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

DE DE DEATHS LEFT HAND
LASER SIGHT VISION SCANNED
ALL MY MOVES ARE PLANNED
KILOS IN MY BAG
BUSINESSES EXPAND
NOW YOU KNOW THE REASON WHY YOUR
BITCH GOT BANGED
IM THE MAN
CREDITCARD SCAMS
STRAIGHT FROM HELL
WHERE IM FROM
BITCH YOU KNOW I GOT THE GUN
NEVER EVER MESS WITH ME
GRAB HER BY HER BUN
LET THE BLOOD RUN
YOUR GIRL WANTS ME
BURY HER BODY
SKELETON SHAWTY
SIX FEET DEEP IN THE WOODS THAT SHIT GNARLY
WALK STRAIGHT IN THE TRAP
TELL EM WASSUP IM THE MAN
I GOT KILOGRAMS
NEVER SOBER WHAT I AM
SIX FEET DEEP IN THE WOODS THAT SHIT GNARLY
DEATHS LEFT HAND NEVER SAY SORRY

STATE OF DECAY (FT. G3) [PROD. PULSE x G3]

PRODUCED BY @AKVRI MIXED BY AYTEE

LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

YUH

DEATHS LEFT HAND ONE MAN ARMY
I GOT THAT STAB VEST ON ME
WHY DOES YOUR BITCH STILL WANT ME 
RIGHT HAND OF THE DEVIL YUH IM GODLY

FUCK YOU BITCH
IMMA RIP YOUR HEART OUT
GLOCK WITH THE SWITCH
I WILL MAKE YOUR BITCH SHOUT 
DARK TACTICS
IMMA TEAR YOUR SOUL OUT
GIVE NO FUCK BUT YOUR CLOUT
IMMA SHOOT INTO THE CROWD 

YUH
STILL A SYCHOPATH
PULL UP WITH THE PACK
STILL A MANIAC 
ALWAYS READY TO ATTACK
HELICOPTER WRECKS
FUCKAPACHE I AM BACK
CUZ I SHOT MY OWN SELF 
DO NOT RESURRECT YUH

YUH 
SELLING LACED PILLS
I MIGHT JUST SELL CRACK
WHY U STAYING BACK 
ALL BLACK 
BITCH I NEVER LACK 
GOT THE STRAP IN MY BAG
AIMING STRAIGHT FOR YOUR NECK
IF YOU TALK SHIT 
IMMA SLAP THE SHIT 
OUT OF YUH HEAD

ONE MAN ARMY [PROD. AKVRI]

PRODUCED BY @KILLG3

LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

BITCH IM THE DEATHS LEFT HAND
BULLETS STRAIGTH TO YOUR HEAD
MOTHERFUCKER COME AND GET
YOUR PACK OF CAPS TO YOUR NECK 
YOU ARE NEXT
PUSSY I AM STRAPPED
BREATHING IN YOUR NECK
YOU KNOW YOU ARE NEXT
STAB THE DAGGER IN THE FLESH
YUH IM THE CHAINSAW MAN
CUZ I SLAUGHTER YOUR GANG
SEH DIE 110 UND RENN
CRASH THE BEAMER CUZ I RAN
FROM THE COPS WITH 110
NOW THEY ARE LOOKING FOR BEN
KANN SEIT TAGEN NICHT PENNEN
BITCH I AM ON THE RUN AGAIN
2 METER TALL MALE
BETTER NOT STAND IN MY WAY
YEAH U BETTER RUN AWAY
AR 15 GOT NO SWAY
SHOOTING BULLETS LET IT SPRAY
NO IM NOT OKAY  
PULL WITH THE AK
G3 GOT MY BACK AYE

LYRICS G3:

G3 MERCENARY 
GOT APACHE ON MY LEFT 
READY TO STEP YOUR FACE 
MOLOTOV INTO YOUR PLACE 
I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR FAM
I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR LIFE 
STACK THE BODY BAGS ON THE BAG 
OF THE E36 GANG SHIT 
BANG SHIT 
GLOCK TO YOUR HEAD 
WATCH YOUR BRAIN SPLIT 
BRAIN SPLIT 
G3 DEVILS ARM ON THE DARK CHAIR 
MOTHERFUCKER GOT THE MURDER STAIR 
M4 WITH THE FORGRIP 
BITCH YOU ARE SO DEAD 
TAKE YOUR CRAP 
BULLETS TRAVELL THROUGH THE MAN 
OPPS ON THE GROUND 
BURN THE CORPSES ON THE PYRE 
REVOLUTION OPEN THE GODDAMN FUCKING FIRE 
GUNSHOTS IN THE AIR 
MOTHERFUCKER DIE 
YEA

PANIC (FT. G3) [PROD.G3]

PRODUCED BY @PXLSE

LYRICS:

DEATHS DEATHS LEFT HAND
PULL UP WITH THE GAT
MAC ELEVEN AND A TEC
DRIVE BY ATTACK
FUCKER YOU ARE NEXT
BLACK MAGE CALL ME DEATH

CUZ MY HEAD FULL OF WRATH

ALWAYS TRAMMED UP
ALWAYS XANNED UP
NEVER GET ENOUGH
NEVER NOT ON DRUGS
NEVER HAVE I LOVED
BITCH BETTER SHUT UP
TEAR YOUR FUCKING GUTS OUT

THREE SIX MY WHIP
TRIPLE SIX I WORSHIP
DEVIL LEADS ME ON THIS TRIP
FUCK THIS LIFE, I AINT MADE FOR THIS
FUCK YOUR CHRIST, DONT BELIEVE IN SHIT
WORK A NINE TO FIVE TILL DEATH
ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THAT BITCH?

ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THAT BITCH?

CANT GET ENOUGH CASH
CANT GET ENOUGH RACKS
DRIVE MY BEAMER BREAKING NECKS
HIT THE DEALER GET ME MEDS
OXYS TILIS AND SOME XANS
OXYS TILIS AND SOME XANS
OXYS TILIS AND SOME

TRIPLESIX [PROD. PULSE]

music video:  https://youtu.be/oHLxTb3ZyMQ

prod @pxlse

lyrics:

okay, yuh
run, run, run, run, run, run
you gon meet my gun
run, run, run, run, run, run
kill everyone
run, run, run, run, run, run
aint no bullet proof vest, you gon meet my gun
run, run, run, run, run, run
bout to shoot imma fucking kill everyone

bout to shoot bout to fire bout to hit an opp
drum mag laser beam on the fucking glock
blurry vision, blurry thoughts yeah my mind is fucked
paranoia, all these voices i cant make them stop
bitch boy get knocked get your shit rocked
hit licks move bricks drum mags got the stick uh
kill em all, im a psychopath
deaths left hand, never scared, never show my path

MEET MY GUN [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse @ripsaw0000

lyrics:

bitch i whip my thirty six
your girl sends me pics
never gave a fuck
never had no luck
bitch i pull up with the stick
get your attitude fixed
yeah youre still a little bitch
never stopping til im rich

never did i hold up
cough syrup in my soda
beamer black like my soul
three piece watch me roll
opiates are what im on
sip the purple drink it slow
kill yourself let me go yuh

uh, take a look at my  wrist
take a look at my bitch
purple tris what i sip
oxycontin is the pill
need them 80s need to chill
tolerance goes straight uphill
all these blunts gon get me killed yuh

uh, imma fucking break your jaw
one punch in your face
and youre gonna end up dead yuh yuh
graveyard where you belong
yeah apache is dead deaths left hand new one
im the new one im still there
never happy yeah but i aint scared
imma fucking break your fist beware
never happy yeah but i aint scared

WORLDATWAR [PROD. PULSE x RIP$AW]

(PRODUCED BY @pxlse )

(VERSE)
IM A GOD IN THIS SCENE
I MADE RACKS WITH MY STREAMS
I BREAK NECKS WHEN THEY LEAVE
STAY BACK WITH MY GS
I CANT LACK GUN ON ME    
I CANT LACK GUN ON ME 
THATS WHY I STAY WITH G
YEAH IM ALWAYS OFF LSD

I CREATE DARKNESS IN YOUR WORLD
DARK WINDOWED WHIP
DRIVE BY BULLETS HIT
ANY FUCKING HYPOCRITE
TRIES TO BE A LITTLE BITCH
I CANT TELL SHIT
I CANT BE WHOEVER I AM

YEAH I DONT GOT NO FEELINGS
SORRY I DONT GOT NO SOUL
I DONT GOT NO FUCKING FEELINGS
NO LOVE FOR A HOE
WOW

INJURY [PROD. PULSE]

(PRODUCED BY @pxlse )

(VERSE)
I'M A DEMON IN THE NIGHT, WICKED AND UNTAMED
WITH A HEART OF COAL AND A SOUL THAT'S STAINED
BORN FROM THE DARKNESS, A FORCE TO BE FEARED
IN THIS WORLD OF LIGHT, I'M THE ONE WHO'S CURSED

I'M DEATHSLEFTHAND, THE BRINGER OF PAIN
WITH EVERY BREATH, I'LL LEAVE YOUR WORLD IN FLAMES
YOU'LL BOW TO MY POWER, YOU'LL TREMBLE IN FEAR
FOE IN THIS LIFE, I'LL MAKE YOU SHED A TEAR

MY WORDS ARE LIKE DAGGERS, THEY CUT THROUGH YOUR SOUL
I'LL LEAVE YOU IN RUINS, YOUR LIFE IS OUTTA CONTROL
WITH A VOICE LIKE THUNDER, I'LL SHAKE THE GROUND
YOU'LL FEEL MY WRATH, AND ILL BETYOU'LL NEVER BE FOUND

I'M THE DARKNESS THAT HAUNTS YOUR DEEPEST FEARS
A SHADOW THAT LINGERS, A NIGHTMARE THAT APPEARS
WITH A HEART OF STONE, AND A MIND THAT'S COLD
I'M THE ONE WHO'LL MAKE YOU FEEL THE SCOLD

SO LISTEN UP CLOSELY, AND HEAR MY DECREE
I'M THE ONE WHO'LL MAKE YOU FALL TO YOUR KNEES
IN THIS WORLD OF LIGHT, I'M THE DARKNESS THAT REIGNS
I'M DEATHSLEFTHAND, AND I'LL NEVER CHANGE

WOUND [PROD. PULSE]

(PRODUCED BY @PXLSE @WXZT )

BLACK HOODIE, PALE FACE
GOT A LIST, LEAVE NO TRACE
SILENCE FALLS, BREAK YOUR BONES
IN THE DARK, I'M NOT ALONE
LOADED WITH GUNS, READY TO SHOOT
SIPPIN' ON HENNY, FEELING SO SOOTHED
NO GUARANTEES, JUST PURE CHAOS
MY WRATH WILL LEAVE YOU AT A LOSS
THROWING PUNCHES, LEFT AND RIGHT
IN THE CONDO BITCH IM READY TO FIGHT
PULL UP IN MY CARGOS
BULLETS IN MY CARGOS, 
I FEEL LIKE I GOT THE BLACK OPS COMMANDO
GOTH CHICK, SHE'S A FREAK
IN THE BACK ALLEY, SHE'S UNIQUE
SMOKING TOBACCO, FEELING HIGH
BLOWIN' BACKS OUT, THAT'S NO LIE
JUST LET ME GO IN PEACE
POP THEM PILLS, MY RELEASE
PIECE BY PIECE, I FALL APART
DRUG ADDICTION, THATS MY ART
BLURRED VISION, I CAN'T SEE STRAIGHT

JUST LET ME GO IN PEACE
POP THEM PILLS, MY RELEASE
PIECE BY PIECE, I FALL APART
DRUG ADDICTION, THATS MY ART

CORPSE [PROD. PULSE x WEZT]

(PRODUCED BY @pxlse @wxzt )

(VERSE)
BACKPACK FULL OF MEDS
MY HEAD IS A MESS
VISION BLURRY, I CANT REST
MY WHOLE LIFE FULL OF STRESS
INSIDE MY HEAD WRATH
PSYCHO THOUGHTS WANT EM DEAD
FANTASIES OF TORTURED MEN
KILL EM ALL
HUMANITY GOT ME FUCKED UP
TOO MANY OXYS MAKE ME THROW UP
TOO MANY HYDROMORPHS AND IM FLYING UP
I COULD NEVER STOP IM A ADDICT OH FUCK
DROP DEAD ON THE FLOOR 
LUNGS COLLAPSED
BODIES OUT THE DOOR
TEARS SHED
FAMILY KEEPS CRYING ON MY DEATH BEATH
DEEP INSIDE I AM HAPPY BOUT MY OWN END
NO MORE PAIN
ONLY SAW RAIN
REALITY FELT LIKE A FAKE ASS REALM
I MIGHT GO TO HELL
I MIGHT BURN AND DWELL
I MIGHT GO TO HELL
I MIGHT BURN AND DWELL

DECAY [PROD. PULSE x WEZT]

(PRODUCED BY @pxlse )

(PRE-CHORUS)
WORDS ARE DARK, VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE

(CHORUS)
MY WORDS ARE DARK, MY VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE
WORDS ARE DARK, VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE

(VERSE)
I'M A BLACK MAGE IN THIS GAME
A MODERN DAY WIZARD, YEAH I CLAIM
MY MIND IS A TEMPLE OF RAGE
A FORTRESS OF ANGER
NEVER QUESTION MY FAITH
NEVER STOPPING, NEVER SLEEPING
MY WORDS ARE THE WEAPONS I'M KEEPING
TRAMMED UP, XANNED UP, CAN'T STOP
ON THIS RAP GAME ROLLERCOASTER, I DROP
MY MIND IS A MACHINE, I NEVER STOP
DEATHSLEFTHAND, I'M ON THE TOP
MY WHIP IS SLEEK, MY SPEED IS FAST
THREE SIX, I CRUISE WITH A LS
DEVIL'S MUSIC, I PLAY ON REPEAT
DRIVING THROUGH LIFE, I'M NEVER COMPLETE
FUCK YOUR RULES, FUCK YOUR LAWS
I LIVE BY MY OWN, YEAH I'M THE BOSS

(OUTRO CHORUS)
WORDS ARE DARK, VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE
WORDS ARE DARK, VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE

EXORCIST [PROD. PULSE]

PROD BY @PXLSE @AKVRI

LYRICS:

SHATTER DREAMS, BREAK YOUR FACE
ON THE BLOCK NO DISGRACE
BENT ON CHAOS NO ESCAPE
BETTER RUN OR MEET YOUR FATE
AY, BETTER RUN OR MEET YOUR FATE

IM A DEMON YOU CANT STOP ME
BLOODY VISION EARS ARE BUGGING
WEAPONS COCKED, 

DEATHSLEFTHAND, COLD KILLER
SPIT YOUR BLOOD, GRIM CHILLER
LOADED GUN, NO FILLER, NO THRILLER

I GOT DEMONS IN MY HEAD
NEVER SLEEP, ALWAYS FED
ON THAT LIQUOR, ON THAT BREAD

FOUR FIVE LOST MY SOUL TO THE STREET
TAKE A HIT, FEEL THE HEAT
CHASE THE HIGH, FEEL COMPLETE
BUT IT'S NEVER ENOUGH, CAN'T DEFEAT

RUNNING FROM THE SUN
CHASING SHADOWS, ON THE RUN
DARKNESS CALLS, NEED A GUN

DEATHSLEFTHAND, ALWAYS NEAR
WHISPERS IN MY EAR, EVERYTHING CLEAR
NUMB THE PAIN, SHED A TEAR
BUT I'LL NEVER BE CLEAR, DISAPPEAR

FATAL [PROD. PULSE x AKVRI]

PROD @PXLSE

LYRICS:

MY CUP FULL OF BLOOD
KILL THE VOICES MAKE EM STOP
TIME TO HIT UP MY NEW PLUG
OXYCONTIN, WOCKHARDT
SWITCH ON MY NEW GLOCK
EX BITCHES WANNA FUCK
LEAVE EM TALKING, LET EM ROT
IM INSANE, MY MINDS FUCKED

YUHHH COME AND WATCH ME DIE
GURANTEE THAT YOU WONT CRY
WHEN YOU SEE ALL OF MY CRIMES
BURY ME ALIVE
BETTER THINK TWICE
AK ON MY SIDE
SHOOTING TILL I DIE
AK ON MY SIDE
SHOOTING TILL I DIE

WEAPON ON MY HIP
SPIN THE BLOCK, DONT TRIP
END UP LIKE YOUR FRIENDS DID
CANT COMPREHEND IT

FACES OF FEAR
SEE EM CLEAR
FAMILIES SHED A TEAR
TOLD YOU YOU CANT LACK HERE

YUH THESE STREETS AINT FOR YOU
RUN THE HOOD, GOT THE TOOL
GOT THAT GAS, SMELL LIKE FUEL
ACT UP YOULL GET ROBBED FOOL
YUH THESE STREETS AINT FOR YOU
RUN THE HOOD, GOT THE TOOL
GOT THAT GAS, SMELL LIKE FUEL
ACT UP YOULL GET ROBBED FOOL

WATCH ME DIE [PROD. PULSE]

PROD @PXLSE

LYRICS:

run run run run
kill em one by one
run run run run
wait till fucking dawn
run run run run
imma set the sun
run run run run
kill em one by one

you gon meet the devil 
when you catch me
still apache,  deadly on the lmg
dont trust nobody
 special rounds magazine
mask on my face
yeah im tryna be unseen

sould dark
mind twisted from my childhood
fuck a therapy
thug it out imma be good
fuck twelve 
and every single fucking cop
not a friend, not a help
 never trust a fucking cop

SETTING SUN [PROD. PULSE]

GUESS WHOS BACKKKKKKKKKK
 @killg3 @pxlse

LYRICS:
GUESS WHOS BACK
CAN’T FEEL MY FACE AGAIN
TALKING TO GHOSTS SEEING FACES FADING IN THE RAIN
HEART FULL OF RUST I STILL CAN’T STAND THE PAIN
SMOKE IN MY LUNGS IM AN ADDICT TRYNA STAY SANE
YUH
DEATH IN MY EAR, WHISPERIN’ “YOU’RE GETTIN’ OLD.”
CLOCK TICKING LOUD, I DON’T HEAR NO HOPE,
LIFE LIKE A HANGMAN GAME AND I TIE THE ROPE
HANDS KEEP BLEEDING CUZ IM HOLDING THIS BLADE TOO LONG
AYE
PULL THAT MASK DOWN, STARE IN MY EYES,
EVERY VERSE A SCAR, JUST TRYNA FEEL ALIVE.
DEATH’S LEFT HAND, I SIGN MY FATE,
I SEE GOD IN THE SMOKE FROM THE NINE THAT I RAISE,

COUGH UP SOULS WHEN I SLEEP TOO DEEP,
MORPHINE DREAMS WHERE MY DEMONS CREEP.
EVERY LOVE I TOUCHED TURNED ROT AND PAIN,
EVERY PROMISE BROKE, EVERY KISS LEFT FUCKING STAINS.#

G3 VERSE:

MY AGONY WILL NEVER PARISH 
ONLY GOD THE CHEMISTRY 
HEAD FULL OF GORE FANTASIES 
LIVE IS MISERY NUMB THE FEELINGS FREQUENTLY 
EMPTY SOUL I QUIT SMOKING RECENTLY BUT I WANT IT BACK 

CAUSE ALL THE PAIN IS TOO MUCH I CAN TAKE 
SUFFERING AND CRUMBLING TREMBELING AND RELAPSING 
GETTING TATTS CAUSE MAYBE IT WILL HEAL 
BUT IT NEVER DOES BUT IT NEVER DOES 
IF ALL THIS SHIT GOES ON ANOTHER DAY I GET A CUP OF BLEACH FUCK ME 
IF ALL THIS SHIT GOES ON ANOTHER DAY I GET A CUP OF BLEACH FUCK ME 
ENTER THE PUBLIC PROPERTY GET ARRESTED
MOTHERFUCKER PULL THE KNIFE ON THE FUCKING OFFICER
SLICE HIS THROAT CAUSE I DONT WANT TO LISTEN 
MOTHERFUCKER G3 AND APACHE STILLFUCKING KICKING

STAINS /w G3 [PROD. PULSE x G3]

prod @sudzy666

CUM IN YOUR HOE
I MIGHT JUST FUCK SHIT AND FLOW
RIDIN IT DOWN FOR MY WOES
EATING YO BONE
IM BOUTTA FUCK UP UR HOE
IM BOUTTA FUCK UP UR LOVE
TAKING YOU HOME
BACK TO YA DOME
FUCK UP YOUR BITCH AND LEAVE HER LIMBS TO ROT
LEAVE ME ALONE
KEEP YOU OFF COURSE
SHOOTIN TILL IM ON THA MOFUCKIN THRONE
YAH

APACHE - THRONE (PROD PULSE)

LYRICS APACHE:
one shot
two shots
aiming with the red dot
pull up at your fucking block
12 gauge with the buckshot
smoking on tha crackrocks
hard to kil - juggernaut
in my mind evil thoughts
when im shooting with the glock

walking thru the depths of hell
speak your last farewell
this is my deathspell
cutting thru your nerve cells
floor is full of blood cells
can you hear the deathknell
ringing sound of a bell
i got hella clientele

bodys dropping everywhere
smell of death is in the air
feeling the despair
when in the electric chair
feeling no welfare
break yo neck and pull yo hair
i am your nightmare
life is so unfair

LYRICS @DEPTHSTRIDA :

i feel like apache got  12 gauge on my backseat
bitch im shootin outta window watch me driveby with akimbos
its the strida pullin thru your block
purge your clique now what is up
motherfucking strida walk
never fuckd with your dumb talk

fuck diamonds on my neck, 
i wear wire till a check
bottle rotate with that tec
bitch im savage thats a fact

fuck a bitch without respect
slap her cheek bitch take a breath
i know that shes into it cuz she be coming back to it

RED DOT ft. DEPTH STRIDA [prod. PULSE]

+5107

LYRICS:

DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT U HOES; NAH
CUZ ALL YOU BITCHES FUCKING GROSS; NAH
KEEP THE KNIFE RIGHT IN MY COAT; NAH
KEEP THE KNIFE RIGHT IN MY COAT; NAH

DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU FUCKING LAMES
WATCH UR HOUSE GO UP IN BRIGHT FLAMES
YOU BETTER MOVE OUT OF MY FUCKING AIM
CUZ WHEN I SHOOT I DONT PLAY FUCKING GAMES

I SEE FACES CRYING IN THE RAIN
PEOPLE JUMPING IN FRONT OF TRAINS
ON THE TRACKS PART OF THEIR BRAINS
NOONE SAW THEIR INNER PAIN, AYE

PUT YOU FUCKER INTO CHAINS YUH
MAKE UR BITCH TO MY OWN SLAVE YUH
MAKE HER DIG HER OWN GRAVE AYE
STAB WOUNDS LEAD TO HER DEATH AYE

KEEP THE KNIFE IN MY COAT [PROD. PULSE]

+5107

LYRICS:
after hours of thinking i realized that i dont give a fuck
go do us all a favor and fucking end your life, good luck
pathetic little cucks start running when im shooting ar rounds
so shut the fuck up bitch and dont talk with your fucking basic sounds yuh
yuh aye
so fuck you and your weak ass bars
drive-by mac-11 shootin bullets out of pimped out cars
you tightly grip your 100 dollar bike by the handlebars 
sorry bitch but that shit wont work when we brrra pa pa pa

yuh

get buck motherfucker get buck
driving into crowds with a big ass truck
grip your neck tight bitch youre stuck
i learned to deal with my bad fucking luck

look her deep in the eyes she licks her lips yuh
not much time left for the apocalypse
the prophets warned us with the lunar eclipse
getting ready for war, hop in the (gun)ship

DRIVE-BY [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse // "union" december 6th
(intro)
ay fuck
she wanna fuck
i let her suck 
bitch run
outrun my gun
you need some dope? i got a ton
for everyone
lets have some fun
ill give you some
yall dumb
yeah yall dumb
get gunned down


(1)
bitch fuck
she wanna fuck
i let her suck 
bitch run
outrun my gun
you need some dope? i got a ton
for everyone
lets have some fun
ill give you some
you need some dope? i got a ton
yall dumb
get gunned down
with the drum mag
scum
yall are scum
you need some dope? i got a ton
for everyone
lets have some fun
ill give you some
yall dumb
yall scum

aye
cut open my fucking wrist
empty the 30 round clip 
talk shit and you gon end on my list
without k9 yall wouldnt exist

fuck
i aint got no respect nah
ressurect out of the net
i aint got none corrects
got no respect

yeah 
bitchfuck
she wanna fuck
i let her suck 
bitch run
outrun my gun
you need some dope? i got a ton
for everyone
lets have some fun
ill give you some
get gunned down
with the drum mag
get gunned down
with the drum mag
yall scum
yall are scum
you need some dope? i got a ton
for everyone

and repeat cuz i say the shit all over again cuz im aint got no creativity
just enjoy the sound

RUN [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse & @nwdeath 

lyrics:

(verse 1)

ahh shit 
pull up with da full clip
draco with the pistol grip
get off your ego trip
bitch
zone 6, movin bricks
empty mag, gun clicks
every trigger pull a hit
rocking with tha triple 6 

mercenaries, k9
sending shivers down your spine
moving bricks, sniffing lines
dopamin in bloodline
mercenaries, k9 

(hook)

m4a1
sidearm handgun
pipe bombs in my vest
the fun has just begun

(x2)

(verse 2)

ahh shit 
pull up with da full clip
draco with the pistol grip
get off your ego trip
bitch
zone 6, movin bricks
empty mag, gun clicks
every trigger pull a hit
rocking with tha triple 6 

mercenaries, k9
sending shivers down your spine
moving bricks, sniffing lines
dopamin in bloodline
mercenaries, k9 

(hook)

m4a1
sidearm handgun
pipe bombs in my vest
the fun has just begun

(x2)

M4A1   [PROD. PULSE x NOTWINNING]

SURPRISE

LYRICS APACHE:

AYE ITS THE CHOPPER GUNNER
THE BLADE RUNNER
FUCK YOUR GAMES THIS AINT THE SAME FUCKER
THE BLOOD SUCKA
CUT YOUR CORPSE UP WITH A PAPER CUTTER
MAKE YOU SUFFER
AYE, ITS THE CHOPPER GUNNER

YALL AINT BOUT SHIT
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT

YALL AINT BOUT SHIT
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT

REST IN PIECE,
SIX FEET DEEP
WATCH ME CREEP
LAY YOU INTO SLEEP
CRUSING IN MY JEEP
DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR SHIT BITCH

THIS THAT TRIPLE SIX SHIT
I TASTE BLOOD IN MY SPIT
I SEE BLOOD ON MY WRIST
YALL ARE HYPOCRITES BITCH

LYRICS DEPTH STRIDA:

MERCENARIES
SPLIT YOU IN A HALF AND MAKE THE SHIRT LOOK
FUCKING DIRTY
THIRTY ROUNDS WILL GET YOU DOWN AND YEAH IM
VERY THISTY
FOR THE BLOOD OF BITCHES OH MY GOD PLEASE HAVE SOME
MERCENARIES
STRIDAWALKING IS MY BUSINESS 
MERCENARIES CALL US MISFITS
PAY THE PRICE OR SAY GOOD BYE
TO YOUR DUMB LIFE IM ONE A KIND
DEACEASE YOUR TRIBE AND MAKE IT MINE AND
I DONT CARE I THINK IM FINE CUZ
YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS ON THE LINE SO
TAKE A STEP BACK READ THE SIGNS
BLOOD ON MY AIRFORCE
TAKE A BITCH INTERCOURSE
STRIDA GOING DAMN HARD
MERCENARIES IS THE SOURCE

CHOPPER FT. DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. PULSE]

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HELPED ME WITH THIS ALBUM

prod @pxlse

lyrics:
day 1 
war declared by everyone 
time to get out my old gun
siren sounds in the town
theyre loud
i see everybody run
is my life now fucking done?
or the war finally won?

airstrike 
bomb sounds in my psyche
i cant hear it anymore 
throw myself right on the floor
welcome to the cold war
but this time its full of gore

i can hear screams at my door
i wont let them in my home no
i can hear screams at my door
i wont let them in my home no

i see everybody run
is my life now fucking done?
or the war finally won?
or the war finally won?

7. COLD FT. DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. PULSE]

lyrics:

bury you six feet deep
always follow my scheme
make you pussyboy sleep
in the night watch me creep
ill make sure this one will hurt
im a fucking introvert
put your body in the dirt

if you try me 1 on 1 you can bet that im the winner 
cuz i am addicted to painkillers
take a look in the mirror
one wrong word and i will pull the motherfucking trigger

still dont give a motherfuck about the scene
got the glock with a beam
aim it right at your spleen
cut your head - guillotine
30 round magazine
drown the room in gasoline

i am antisocial
i got no emotions
see the world in slow motion

i cant think straight like like a motherfucking fag
everytime i hear ur name i wanna fucking gag
time to reload my mag
time to ride my own wave
all you rappers are my slaves
bitch get out my way
get out my way
get out my way
get out my way
get out my way

6 FEET DEEP [PROD. PULSE]

just a little track to keep yall entertained until BIOHAZARD is finished, enjoy. prod @pxlse

lyrics:

tell me what you want from me
i know that you want some beef
turn this in a crimescene 
why they tryna bite me?

better stay back
make your skull break
split your head in two
enjoy the headache
blood on my hands
and in the hallway
spit right  in ur face
have a nice day
fuck the police
shoot right in their face
aiming at their head
wanna see them dead
i see em on the floor
time to break his head 
stomp right on his face
watch his brain spray

on the walls
bitch this aint my fault
ready for assault
time to kill em all yuh
(x2)

better stay back
make your skull break
split your head in two
enjoy the headache
blood on my hands
and in the hallway
spit right  in ur face
have a nice day

FTP [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse & @dytenna
decided to stop working on an album (biohazard) for now, it drained my creativity & annoyed me. ill just continue with droppings singles for now. that means i can drop a song ~ every 2 weeks instead of letting yall wait for months. 

lyrics:
knife in your fucking back
kick back of my strap hit you in the neck
where you bitch at, put you off the track
ready to attack, weapons in my duffel bag
fuck rap i dont care 
give me my flow back
no cap never scared that i might be dead 
wearing only black
rather be dead than listening to your tracks


still dont feel nothing, still got no emotions 
bones just keep crushing, drown you in the ocean
blood is still rushing, i might need ibuprofen
never been social, hopefully death is approaching

IBUPROFEN [prod. PULSE + DYTENNA]

lyrics:

DESERT:

sorry if you'll deal with me
fuck you if you doubted me
painting fresh blood of a fucking butchered sheep
on your front door saying fucking "apache"
shatter both your knees
with a shovel, three
sixes what i see,
what i strive to be,
you cant stop me
face reality
you a wannabe
feel the machete

bitch eat,
eat concrete,
curb stomp
make you bleed
break your neck 
with my feet, yuh. aye
dont care if you hate me
discolate both your damn knees
stanag mag, rounds thirty
finna shoot who the adresse?
got a bitch lookin like kylie
i think im just high g
im still on that killingspree

MUTILATE:

Im sorry if you had to deal with me
fuck everyone who has doubted me
painting fresh blood of a  butchered sheep
on your front door saying "apache"
shatter both your knees
with a shovel, three
sixes what i see,
what i strive to be,
you cant stop me
face reality
you a wannabe
feel the machete
(x2)

DESERT / MUTILATE [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse ft @fenrirprod

lyrics apache:
i got that drum mag in my tec
always ready always strapped
always ready to attack
uk drillers get shanked
got the mandem in the back
i know u just fucking act
all my b's are fucking packed
coming with the strap aye yuh

fuckboy bloodbath 
my tool and ur head
always chasing that bread
ay yuh
yeah my shooters fucking shred
i know that they got my back
paint the floor in chrome red
aye yuh

lyrics fenrir:
Shooting bullets through your head 
Paint the city fucking red
U a bitch u fucking dead and u know im
stacked up on the lead 

Move in the shadows u speak the serpents tounge
Hung from the gallows the last breath from your lung
U say that u got bitches but i bet that u got none
All u do is talk about some shit that you cant fathom

Gun em down 
in broad daylight 
U a fucking clown
All i dislike

FUCKBOY BLOODBATH (FT. FENRIR) [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse

LYRICS:

black coat
white skin
death note
break yo chin
i got a lotta fucking guns on me
6 bottles of the hennessy
bitch i cannot gurantee
that my wrath killing nobody
liVe fast die young
imma catch u bitch
get hung
up on a tree
on a killing spree
still trust nobody
bitch FUCK *******

left right combo
hooks in your condo
free my man bando
ammo in my cargos
goth bitch she swallows
blowing out her back hoe
got the commando
smoke the tobacco

just let me die in fucking peace
swallow them pills everything piece by piece
tili what i need
drug addiction im a fiend
vision blurred i cannot see
kill em fuckapache

TRIGGER [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse , lyrics:

ill snatch your soul mane
im dealing dope mane
my beamer black, bitch
thats my soulmate
im snorting cocaine
up in my brain
drive by shots fired leaving bloodstains

yuh

i pull the strings like a surgeon
step on the vermin
in form of a person
get rid of my burdens
switch lanes im merging
put a lot of work in
bitch im south german
tongue of a serpent
twentyseven virgins
wait behind a curtain
while im out here burning
engulfed in flames
poison in my veins
get out of my way
i aint stepping on the brakes
bitch nah
adrenaline in my brain
hang you pussys right by your motherfucking chain
dead, tripping 
weird bitch
get out of my way
im tired of your shit bitch i cant see ay

SOUL [PROD. PULSE]

heres a track off my upcoming DEAMON EP. stay tuned for more soon.

oh shit
my choppa got a foregrip
all my bitches foreign
all my whips is foreign
Imma keep it pourin
latino bitch she boring
ill rearrange her organs
hennessy im pouring

ay its the black mage
with the 12 gauge
shotgun straight in your motherfucking face
go call your mates
its too late
too late to be saved

cuz all i do is rap
hit em with the strap
fold em like a map
knock him with a jab

now whats the matter
whats the deal
what is going on forreal
ive been silent
keep it real
got the tool it is concealed
death row, last meal
time to take the final pill
my liver is just pure steel
lungs are iron thats forreal
now whats the motherfucking deal
apache keep it real
apache keep it real

FOREGRIP [PROD. PULSE]

ft. @kam9g prod @lucyfxr
lyrics:

apache:
all these pills fucking with my brain
pop them mofuckers daily to just numb the pain
everyday, im insane 
life is going down the drain
i cant help it i just gotta do it all again
im insane
blood is streaming out my veins

im fucked up
pussy wassup
meet me in alleyway just to get ur shit rocked
crack heads pussy wassup
still aint loving the cops

oh my oh my 
suicide on my mind
all i got is my mic
to pour my problems into at  the night
call it a song upload it on spotify
all my fans are happy while i wanna cry

call me a bitch but this life aint worth living all the time
depression be kicking in late at night
nothing gets me happy not even my bitch
i will never smile not even if i was rich

6. DESERT EAGLE (FT. KAMASUTRA9G) [PROD. LUCYFXR]

prod @pxlse

lyrics depth strida:

the legacy is back, its apache fuckin strida time
12 gauge fat shotgun bro aboutta pay the fine
torture him in my chamber 
red dots many laser
fuck him up
meet me later
pull up in pulses beamer
the masks aboutta crack
theres nothing i could hidemayne
you want me on a track
 but that shit not my type aye
apache on the lmg
and we put you up in light ay
fuck with us you get wet up
im not comparing size ay

uh fuck hit the uppercut
and you spit some blood
uh tell me what the fuck was up?
you dont got no bloods
uh catch me sneakin thru your block
hit apache walk
uh no i cannot stop
make his  fuckin body pop

apache:

the fucking king is back
ready to attack
hand out packs 
to the junkies who need crack
always armed with my strap
mac 11 drum mag
pull up in the night with a mask on
alright staying in the dawn
chopper and the ar
drum mag fmj yuh
still beneath the read
u pussies is fake yuh
really did the race yuh
and i never say no
pop pop big chopper on deck yuh

DEATHSLEFTHAND

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