They Dont Know (prod. Asthmaretic)

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I got this motherfucking rag wrapped round my skull, my torso turning dull
Gorilla pack, rolling sticky, flick the bic and hit the stick
I don’t pass, we aint matching, you burn ratchet, cant imagine
Nothing lasts, give your life up, put your gun up to your neck up, man the fuck up
Let it blast hoe, split open like a trap door
The EMT gon yack looking through the bloody splats hoe
Im in last but Im the only one that lasts, watching these people repeat the past, civilizations come to pass tho
My wrist dripping on the linen, unforgiving, Missing villain, known for pissing people off, like a flame to a moth, guide the damned until their lost, lead them to an open coffin, push them in and lock, hearing knocking from the closet, white lighter in my pocket, Smoking out the cockpit, Im on a rocket, please take me home
Salem Trials adjacent torture methods, dont let me in heaven, death mask for the people talking reckless, Saw the movie reference, wicked ways my lane, insane Im wretched, tempted to dismember everything under the weather, never feel no better
Rejected, respected, Im chopping up at yo necklace
Im acting up on the set list
You on track to get yo neck slit
You headless
Can any of you pussies best this?
Fuckboys dying to test this
Why my name in your mentions?
He must be moving senseless
Restless, no mental check in
Carry weight like a dead lift, the mission of Missing's to end shit

Tongue of a serpent, spitting lies thru ya teeth
When I stomp yo head, they gon scatter on tha street
Ouija whip that Chevy, big mána in tha back
Pull up on yo block n cock that muthafuckin gat 
Blood on my skin, blood on my fuckin clothes
Lookin like a madmane, I'm a fuckin psycho
I don't fuck with ya click, y'all some busta ass hoes
Turn ya fuckin hood into ground zero 
Pagan playa sacrifice ya to tha old gods
Got a bad lil witch shakin ass on tha car
Pull up to tha function, turn that junt to a brawl
ACAB wrote in blood on tha muthafuckin walls

Str8 Up Out The Ouija Board (prod. Sphynx)

Quit Lookin At Me You're Making My Shadow Nervous

Close The Gate Don't Let The World In

Blistered Hands Wipe The Sweat From My Brow

im the power you sought
look into scripztures and learn what i taught
im lookin to flex on this world i theory a lot
making a lot of good thoughts
i'm making the beautiful bop
cursed to the core, never out of mana, slut
vigorous, slitherous, im like gandolf on the slytherin, fuckin witchcraft yeah im livin in

dragged drugged up bodies on my past
----im a little bit of manic on depress
gonna never fault i do it to impress 
you can never know if its prison or a test
did you want to come and educaaaa
i got you cravin that fentanylll
drippin the blood from those medi-cuts
its fuckin severance of hatter cost
i hadn't done before but these drugs have got me standin
on a vantage point where i can view around the drags man 

im the madman, prince of darkness call me anti-sandman
manic awake can i eat that fake who wants to take my plan plan
i fuckin hate, these pre-madonna fad men, 
i got that fat-man, nuke for em you can see that im a sad man
a rad man, had it man - sex and pistols, keep em bound up im a glad man
these worshipers are so damn brittle, i break them and then can add them 
making them line up im making mandala of creme of the crop
you are my fans - so lets fill those boots and then take our guns and throat blades up  to the top 

im the power you sought
look into scripztures and learn what i taught
im lookin to flex on this world i theory a lot
making a lot of good thoughts
i'm making the beautiful bop
cursed to the core, never out of mana, slut
vigorous, slitherous, im like gandolf on the slytherin, fuckin witchcraft yeah im livin in

RUPTURE-FLOW (PROD. SPHYNX)

First things first i burst in flames and curse your name, never tame sure, faces on a plain shirt
In my lane curve, 2 shots just to make sure
My whole passion is rapping this ain’t game
worm
Squirm, you got some things to learn
How much of your body can fill up this urn?
How much of this fuckboy are we gon need to burn?
Watch his corpse crumble, stomach starting to turn
The boy Ouija, avoid bleeding, the sharks need it
I coined evil and force people with medieval 
Torture methods with swords Im reckless I breath diesel
The opposition get in positions thats known as fetal
From my weed eyes bleed survive these when i squeeze
Tightly your mom screams it can’t be it can’t be if can’t be
Is that how you really feel? I mean
With this flow so quick slow might implode Im so sick
Theres no if its when will i blow theres no tricks
Stand ten toes in an instance, have your whole team froze 
A failed abortion bred for extortion forced upon this world the devil wont endorse this
Porcelain made people the melting pots enormous
Death is so important take your life enjoy it
Can you motherfuckers hop on a beat and not lie?
Can you motherfuckers hop off my meat and not cry?
Every time I tasted defeat I revive
Protect ya neck, or bleed for me
Don’t sweat the technique it’s not sweet b
Wrap your head in bed sheets best believe the
Funeral starts with heavy hearts indeed
Everybody wanna act and rap and cap in that
I am no exception to the fact, this shit is wack
Make metaphors bout shit that Ill never do
Like raping a bitch, taping the shit then make it a clip
I know the money have you changing n shit, fake with the clique
Yeah bitch not me
Your tranquility tranquilize and hypnotize
No military the metal heavy I terrorize

The Missing People Menace Sneaking Weapons In Heaven (prod. Cultxre)

Often lost inside my thoughts and how I let it get this far
Blossoming my coping into splitting pills apart
Please kill my liver, break my heart just pull the trigger, end it all
Anger anchoring me to go get the fucking saw
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone
Im appalled, hold your applause
I turned his brain, his guts, his blood to applesauce
And What it cost? Nothing at all 
Wicked shit the kid did hear yo fucking call, dont get involved
Im at the mosque and something’s off
Burn it down and leave the rest to mock
The smell of rot fills the block
They think its just the sewer but its not
Pop a lock and bodies drop
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone
From the coast
East side where the weak die, send these felines running home
Silhouettes in treelines, they suspended by a rope 
Hellbound where Ill head now, bear a tainted heavy soul
A let down thats been lead down to a brand new low
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone

There's Snakes In The Weeds And They’re Biting (prod. SCARY MIND)

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13 slowed&reverb [Prod. by @yungmusta]

Days of Rage:

Main Artists : Jae Alaska , @nastiitaxii
Production by : @nastiitaxii , @amertm , @dantegrey
Featuring: @83hades @lefthandluck
Artwork by @teebry

Lyrics:

Verse 1: Na$tii

seven bodies and I ain’t fucking with carbon copies 
slanging Bobby and catch u slipping inside the lobby 
you ain’t solid ya hands shaking from all the molly 
if you bout get shooting bitch like where the tommy 
lighting roaches til my fingers burning 
you ain’t slanging that 9-5 u been working
y u capping lil pussy y u been chirpin
fuck a rat I ain’t even touching u vermin
fucking certain 
you ain’t ever feeling like I feel
Im pressing up these pills I don’t know what the fuck is real
hit him w the blade we call that boy a man of steel
leave him floating with his body spinning like a wheel 

I don’t really wanna die 
but I got razors on my mind 
I got pills up in my system I got pain behind my eyes
go inside 
external access been denied 
pushing the blade in like a piston
lungs is blacker than the night 

crucifix is heavy I might let it fall
thats word to Malcom like the snowflakes 
falling on my debt card
thinking you a saviour 
bitch don’t get involved 
it’s not a question 
imma let it off 
lighter fluid on the paper
ethanol gets turn to vapor 
what’s that knocking 
grab the iron 
ion care if it’s the neighbour 
you in danger 
smell of powder in the chamber 
got me plotting masochistic I’m pressed 
no detonator

Tomb - Jae Alaska X Na$tii

LORD OF LONLINESS
GREYFIVENINE
F.T.P
☿
SCHEMAPOSSE
666
C17

Quit Lookin At Me You're Making My Shadow Nervous

𝖉𝖋𝖞𝖋𝖙𝖕

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