engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics: 
you want it back then nigga shoot for it 
i been about it i’m a rude boy 
i bring it back then buss her down that bitch a chew toy 
true story 
tell her see ya later bitch i’m too gorey 
nude whores, hennessy and hatred got ya dude snorin 
ooo boy baby independent ridin down rodeo 
ain’t no way tho lame and underpaid is how a hater day go 
LMNOP i’m dropping D all on this instrumental 
break a fuckin bag and bring it back 
she wanna taste the rainbow 

cock back 
hit a hater brain 
watchin whatcha say 
ima pain 
hanging w the gang 
bangin 808s 
what a shame 
he just fakin plays
ain’t gon spray a thang 
buddy lame 
keep the razor blade 
aimin for your vein 
maintain, ima maintain 
w my main thang 
w the k sangin bang bang 
it gon rain pain 
mk with the blade 
aj w the hk 
make plays hit the stage 
spinning shit like beyblades 
hey babe..

now how ya doin hoe?
i keep some monsters in my deck 
just like it’s yuh gi oh
and bitch you never had it bring a mag or keep it movin hoe 
i bring the static if you mad then fuckin shoot me hoe 
delusional

out on all platforms

grimoire: noir ver.1.77 (prod. adjacen7 x MERCYKILL)

engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics:
get smacked if you act up
getcha racks up 
.44 wit a mac tucked getcha ass snuffed 
4 hoes shaking ass tell em pick it back up 
stone cold just a wild frigid nigga masked up 

what the fuck bro 
i get it crackin w the snubnose 
she really asking where the love go? 
ion really love hoes 
she really mad and what the fuck for? 
i been an addict for the blood flow 
nigga better run home 

i keep it loaded off the lot and if we roll then i kill it 
i keep a pole inside my pocket put a hole in your civic 
you wanna go ok i got it i keep smoke in the chimney 
she running low on them narcotics so she hope i ain’t busy 
you wanna kill me wait in line lil pussy i ain’t inna that 
im busy dying while you hatin on the internet 
i’m breathing fire out this big ass nine 
my .45 operatic sound like satan when i spin it back 

blat hit the gas cold steel when i crash cars 
cracked in the cap hoes kill if i ask for it 
you a hater and you know it homie
 i brought a laser not to mention got a 40 on me
runnin with the goddamn clip 
in the goddamn tec 
couple hot lead tips 
leave you goddamn dead 
and if my nine dont spit 
then my glock gon blam 
i’m a goddamn king
you a goddamn stan
lil bitch

aim to please, shoot to kill (prod. adjacen7)

ARIA91

lyrics:

[ak]
When I break a bitch
I never leave the evidence
Shitting on you rappers
I don't see nobody better than
The gang be coming up
I kill them all for just for adrenaline
Kicking in your door, I do not wait for you to lemme in
Yeah

Keep that .45 tucked by gut
Oh fuck, Imma come and dust a mothafucka up
I ain't talkin just to talk
Because that shit ain't adding up
Right now I feel like giving up
But do I really give a fuck
Yeah

Imma soldier, keep my head low
Grinding till I make it
And I put that on my dead folks
Surrender control of all the things that I can't let go
Feeling like the devil
I don't see a fucking halo
Yeah

I pull with the fucking choppa, let it bust
Getting everything I want
Got me feeling like the One
If he really wanna problem, Imma smoke him like a blunt
Heard he talking out of pocket
So I got to mitt them up, yeah

Gimme all the racks
Get back or get your skull cracked
Taking what I want
You fucked up, I'm next up
Hellhound Milita
Piped up, so guess what
Kill a mothafucka, dump the body in the aqueduct
Pussy talking all this shit
But he won't ever back it up
Fucking on ya shawty
And I told her ass to back it up
Saying you a goofy when we naked
Then we laugh it up
Dropping off the bodies cause she love to see me rack 'em up

[res]
Red beam, lead piece
Holdup boy, don't test me
Holographic gleam on the sight, what a blessing
I be like a thief in the night while you resting
I remove the peace from your life, now you stressing

Glockboi, don't make me put the beam on it
Hopping out the Scatty Pack, ain't nothing but a thing homie
I keep circle very small, ain't nothin less my team on it
Chopper seem to chop them up, I let that fucker ring, woadie

I could keep it old school
Holdup Imma cock back
Thought a nigga told you
Roll up and I cop that
I be sipping soju
Pour it, Imma toss back
Imma keep it loaded in my holy water bloodbath
All my niggas rolling, got them smoking on a opp pack
I be like a soldier when I'm loading up for combat
I need mental closure, I'm still open on the contract
I got flow pneumonia, I be cold it ain't no contest
What a nigga want, huh?!
Bullet through his spleen, hoe
Watch a nigga dump once, he can't hit a thing though
All she want is tough love, I can't feel a thing, hoe
I might cut him, and leave him rotting on the bottom of the sea floor

ak3k x do not resurrect - nuclear winter (prod. rose)

ON ALL PLATFORMS 
AMV ON @idleglance youtube
Lyrics

pussy boi, I don't think you know who you been talkin to 
I roll it up and bang it tell me what you think that wappo do
I drop it til the wheels fall off never pick it up
you really think i'm stupid boi i'll show you how I drop it off
 x2

You wanna step? go ahead bitch, Revy never fold
wanna hop up on a track? pussy you ain't even close
Hit my DM's for whatever get to steppin on a bitch boi 
flow so cold make em throw up like he sick boi
wanna step?  go ahead bitch, Revy never miss
I got ties to the dope, I got ties to the wrist
I got tracks on the way, I got tracks in the pit
what the fuck you lookin at? They wanna bite on what I spit, uh

(Where the fuck the Tie go?)

Revy leveled up I put that shit up on my bitch woah
slow down, pack it all, gotta hit the dope never take a loss
I got 5 1 6 get the point across yuh
Slow down, fuck it up, lil bitch wanna ride step aside imma ball yuh
Rev stay wet on that F E T, don't trip don't fall boi the flow aint free, uh
Coming up bitch i'm betta they bumpin what I been cooking up
take em to the back of the room, yeah this shit looking up
They fuckin with the Rev, go ahead, know I lay it down
Pipe Bomb shit yeah that Riggy Boi dont fuck around
I'm sicker with the shit I can't stand it when they be imitating
Stain em with the flow I be trippin up when I'm hella faded
came with the shit so imma leave with it all
you a bitch mothafucka so I'm taking it all, yuhh

No Need For a Tie (Prod. Dnx)

lyrics: 

k i don’t knock, im rockin time to roll in 
one shot to pop his organs 
talk a lot just stop it phony 
bro y’all just got demoted 
drop the top and drive it stolen 
stop talkin i’ll ignore it 
stock the mops i got imported 
red dot up on your forehead 

k im jus out here getting my money up
might light that dummy up 
i don’t got fear i got hunnit drums 
might cop that honey bun 
when that glock hit, i go dummy tho 
like mike i’m glovin up 
in my cockpit, don’t get bloodied up 
hotshot i’m gunnin em with that 

big ol 40 on my waist 
start duckin rounds 
chrome 4 nickel hope to blow his brain
stop duckin down 
no description boy don’t got no face 
without a sound, i could lift him to them floating gates 
i broke him down 

and i bet you’ll never see me 
never stop twitchin 
yellow lamborghini, hella shots rippin
several men defeated, lever not glitchin
run up get deleted, better stop flinchin 

i tote them big guns 
hold the phone, i blow that pole 
that boy skippin dimensions
told him tho, i’m smokin all my foes 
that is the mission 
broke his bones then throw him to the wolves that boy gone missin 

k i’m in go mode 
watch me rock in slow mo
watch me knock him cold and 
toss his body far below tho
i be coppin scopes 
so watch me mop him on the gopro
shawty top me slow then i get back to popping fo fos, bozo

contingency clip (prod. scorpio)

BARRACUDA.WAV | FT. DO NOT RESURRECT (PROD. ANXIOLYTIC)

lyrics:
power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums 
drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 

my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur
i pull the blade and carve a path 
for all the spirits walking earth 
look at me and see a god 
who never got what i deserve 
my superstitions cracking portals 
far below is where i lurk 
i don’t try, that shit behind me 
double homis on the verse 
uh 
ay
i get the cake and i move on 
she get it shaking i’m too gone 
but i know she be shaking to whose songs? 
(resurrect)
brought the straps in the back of the u-haul
acrobatic, my tools strong 
it don’t matter, i damage then cool off 
you get bruised, dawg

power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums, drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 
my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur

terminal velocity (prod. rose)

CHAMBER OF FIRE
@CoaastGxd & @hell_usa w/ @netuhbeats
Art by Halo Blaack

[lyrics]
[CoaastGxd]
and I been cuffed up
My lucks up
I better burn the bodies
Fucked up
So fucked up
I gotta earn the rotting
and I been cuffed up
My lucks up
I better burn the bodies
Fucked up
So fucked up
I gotta earn the rotting


I'm feeling fucked up
I'm trynna find two bitches get my nuts sucked
I'm in a fine mood
What's up?
I'm inclined to find a new time to move through
The lines were two few and uncut
and shut the fuck
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck
Shut the fuck up
You don't wanna find out what the fucking mutt does
You about to wind up hiding with your nuts tucked

and i been cuffed up
My lucks up
I better burn the bodies
Fucked up
So fucked up
I gotta earn the rotting
and i been cuffed up
My lucks up
I better burn the bodies
Fucked up
So fucked up
I gotta earn the rotting

[Witchouse 40K]
Hoodie fulla bats
Okay
Pumpkin fulla cash
Okay
Halloween erry day
Forty on my lap, okay
No I neva lack, okay
Cock back, let it bang
...Drako livin
In the bank
Gold gettin
 
Slate soul flippin
Now im peso spinnin
Choppa rippin
Not it gonna make holes in em
Grr, bra
Leave his body on the floor drippin

Lil bish...
Run up on me
Put em in the dust and then I hit'em wita beam
I aint ever leaving evidence up on the scene
Lil witch wita mac made his fingerprints clean
Blech
Shawty wanna fuck me for da fee
I aint really bout it so I pass her to the team
Gimme all the smoke
Smokin up another piece
Gotta chain like the ocean and my wrist hit like the sea
BLEGH

Chamber of Fire

Chamber of Fire w/ Witchouse 40k [Prod. Netuh]

GET OUT MY FACE [prod. zens beats]

No god damn i'm tryna vibe.

Lyrics:
text back
no way
fuck that
cold case
blacked out
black coup
black shoes
no face
blessed up 
ok
pressed down
no change
tap out
said who
we blew
cobain

step out
no lace
i leave
no trace
no scene
no crime
stay high
always

test me
i test back
blunt feed
no contact
see shit
be shit
elite shit
you rugrats

bitty got a bad lil waist
give her my kids to taste
break her back bitch concave
run it back got no save
fuck it up can't behave
come in up got me strange
reckon it appear that way
record dont fear no fate
i might get it done one day
but i might be dug one day
6ft foot grave 


bitch i gotta cut the weed
and up the speed
then shave my head
like mr clean
im fuckin up

gotta get a
a cup bleach
i fucking reak
i fucking fiend
i need a bullet
where i breathe
let it cut 
my teeth

numb to the blade
what the fuck you mean

i dont need a k 
i need my gut to bleed

drink all my pay
where the celler be

smokin cellery like

trash kid 
trash kid
where's yo come up
where's yo clique

bad shit 
bad shit
that gone come up
to you bitch
snap you like elastic
drop you like a mattress
fuckin up my canvas
get up out the planet

trash kid 
trash kid
where's yo come up
where's yo clique

bad shit 
bad shit
that gone come up
to you bitch
fuck you acting tragic
dissapear like magic
powder got me laughin
all i see is static

UH

text back
no way
fuck that
cold case
blacked out
black coup
black shoes
no face
blessed up
ok
pressed down
no change
tap out
said who
we blew
cobain

Text Back No Way

Text Back No Way (prod. Ermashov)

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

aim to please, shoot to kill (prod. adjacen7)

do not resurrect ⌖