Bangers V

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art: @gvzzvh x @lunasith // background vox by: @sydcxx
official amv: [https://youtu.be/6AS5czp5JZI]

lyrics: [https://genius.com/Do-not-resurrect-necrotic-grip-lyrics]
back off 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
bash in your brain with my mask off 
yea try to pray for the last time 
lame and you mad but you hate cuz your cash wrong 
i don’t want love, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i'll leave his lung on the asphalt 
i’ll leave your tongue in a glass jar 
murder with a black SCAR 
he don’t wanna dump
what the fuck, is it that hard?
he don’t wanna buck
he respond with a sad bar 
nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
i don’t want pain, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i leave his lung on the asphalt 

now i just be sippin sippin sippin slow on the blood i collect from you fuckers
and i could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that i left in my dungeon 
now cuz of my pigment i been predisposed 
to unload and attack in abundance 
but that’s just the shit they said, i go and murder cuz simply the fact that i love it 

but it’s back to the subject 
stacking bodies by the dozens 
whippin audis outta budget 
godly while i’m thumpin 
you would probly caught a couple 
grippin probly why im fucked and i don’t plan on stoppin 
she do molly while we fuckin 
creepin i might grab a snub i caught him out in public 
beam, he saw it fore it snuffed him 
he was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky

out on all platforms

necrotic grip (prod. rose)

engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics: 
goin ghost like my name was d phantom or sumn 
blowin smoke from the end of the cannon i’m bussin 
touched down in the land of the dead for a second 
nigga time for armageddon 
ok i been known to click jaws finger flick broads til they lips gone 
big boss w a blick tossed by my hip 
trigger hit dawg and i’m pissed off like a pit dog 
stickll hit raw and it swish like i’m chris paul 

jigga jiggy w the shit ima get em hit up give em astigmatism 
lift the stick up i’m really wid it i’ll really hit yo bitch and give her inches 
you niggas bitchin you wasn’t w the bidness off the rip 
cuz like sid i’m viscous and this a stick up 

back then didn’t nobody follow me 
times change now i’m known as a prodigy 
lead foot hit the gas in the dead of night 
listen closely ima end his life with nothing but a big bang 
and switchblade to his ribcage 
lift, aim! turn this bitch brain to a lil stain 
you was right to look the other way 
cuz i could easily turn his plight into a double date 
you motherfuckers sleeping on me 
so back the fuck up take a breather homie 
to keep it honest you don’t need to know me 
i keep the heater on me 
my crystal castle where i’m freezing lonely 
she make it clap and then she kneel below me 
reloading...

you kids wanna see a dead body? (prod. adjacen7)

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

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)

D.O.S (DROP ON SIGHT!) prod. MVRTYR

Static feat. Mad Kelly

prod & mix by me

Lyrics:
I'm so fed up
I slide with my baretta
Pistol inside yo chest bruh
Wish I didnt have to let up
Switch blade gave you a edge up
That pussy think he know us
It's raining get yo bread up
My homies bout to blow up

Got blood on my new sweater
Lil machete cut it better than that glock
Bitch I walk round with that baggie
See them feds know I wont talk
Why you walking proud with the Glock out
Knock him in the head with the 9mil, Spin out
5.56 run the fade no bitch now
Pull up to the spot with the red dot, Stick out
I don't even know what the fuck I'm on
I pop pills till I feel numb
I been up in space so long
Feeling like a padawan

Bitch now get up
Finna rob a bank
I might end up with villa
Fuck a bad bitch
Ion think I really with her
Roll a couple blunts
What I'm smoking in havana
Pull up with a french bitch
Lil foreign -
Fuck I'm on
I pop pills till I feel numb
I been up in space so long
Feeling like a padawan
I dont even know what the fuck I'm on
I pop pills till I feel numb
I been up in space so long
Feeling like a padawan

I'm so fed up
I slide with my baretta
Pistol inside yo chest bruh
Wish I didnt have to let up
Switch blade gave you a edge up
That pussy think he know us
Its raining get yo bread up
My homies bout to blow up
Got blood on my new sweater
Lil machete cut it better than that glock
Bitch I walk round with that baggie
See them feds know I wont talk

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MIDNIGHT

MIX AND MASTERED BY @TUNTEETON
ART BY CHRIS KING @KILLERLUNCHBREAK


IG: @WTFDELIRIUM

2022 MUZIK! PROD. KLIMONGUE

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)

prod. mercykill
ft. @lxrdk

Lyrics: 
Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

I got the Glocks loaded in it
In the whip windows tinted
With yo bitch she a dentist
Mortal Kombat way I finish
If i'm duckin yo call maybe i'm just busy hoe
I cant take a break untill i'm breakin' all my records, oh
And if you wanna talk shit, say it to my face
I ain't scared to leave you bloody
I'm not worried bout a case
Guns blastin' in yo face hoe, Woah!
Ain't nobody on my payroll, Go!
I got the weapons from the drums bro, Oh!
Its so acidic like that res flow, Cold!

If you ask me where my mind go I sold it with my damn soul
Parked up in the lamb told k to get the spliff rolled
Ima get the bands I stack it up mind yo info
I think i'm to fucked up homie where the Blick go

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose
Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

Just made a bag or 2
I keep it flippin every second then I laugh at you
That nigga talkin like his soul isn't detachable, hell catch a few
I know she want me bad, I do
Cant act a fool
But really I been chillin
Money comin slowly stack that shit up to the ceiling with my dawgs
That bitch woke me up when she was pulling down my draws
Banging on my line I had to block her, oh my gosh
G9 what I'm rocking when I'm walking it be sauce
Swear you just be talking
I ain't ever had a problem with you pussy, come and solve it
When I pull up get to stomping
I just love it, ain't no stopping
I'm just bopping my head, when they listen they say I'm rocking
Fuck that bitch go to bed, I'll be sleeping until the coffin
Take a swing to the head, that katana will leave you topless
You niggas snake, walk with caution
I keep a blade in my pocket
Like Tekken my hits ain't stopping
This combo leaves you no options
Spray bullets into yo office
Stuff money down in my pockets
My wallet filled up with cottage
Opp pack, we smoke it often

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might 1-2, bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

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Lay low ft. lord k

official music video: [https://youtu.be/ahUjC5LlqMg]

lyrics:
gotta pocket fulla death
pop that rocket, stop his breath 
walk it how i talk it, spark it cock it at at your vest
got bodies dropping off his coffin
rob his guap and stomp his neck 

you probably saw me slaughter
i be saucin on you hoes
watch me slide in w my chopper 
i be cocky on the low 
if i caught him then he sobbin 
i should carve him to the bone 
i should call him oragami 
watch his body as he fold
i could huh.. 

run up with that fuckin blade 
carve a smile across his face 
try to stop me, shock his brain 
i’m walkin like i’m frankenstein 
i’ve come to fuck the game up 

nice w the mic, and my flow so cold 
i could dice w the knife, leakin rojo gold
she get piped in the night
grip her throat, don’t choke 
hit the lights think i’m high 
but i’m so composed
and it go..

lock, shock, & barrel (prod. adjacen7)

lyrics: 

i got a bad lil biddy
hit her dance, shake that ass in the back drop
grippin with a plan, i be laughing when the mac pop
feelin like the man, huh?
where the stash spot?
run into the gang, leave you prayin when that ass drop
blade drain veins, got a target on you
i bang janes, AKs and a rocket or two
i be chillin in the back, 8 racks for the strap
name tag X'd out, i ain't arguing dude

i ain't rocking with the bean or the lean, too
nigga get it poppin with the beam, i am evil
niggas hella gaudy in the scene, they be see through
pussy not a problem, got the keys like i'm riku

damn
ay, where the party?
ay
ay, let's get it started
ay
heard that pussy nigga want a fuckin problem
eat his damn face, pussy nigga, i am starving

12 men dead, spun the block on my skateboard
12 came in, saw the blood on my baseboards
5.56 or the glock with the razor
i can't pick, outta stock i got 8 more
lil rezzy got a bone to pick
i'm on the road to rich
they try to clone the shit, huh
and if he rippin like a vulture, shit
i'm not opposed to clips
and I will fold your shit up

heat signature (prod. stvrfire)

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)

lyrics:

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

Put a cap in his ass
Feel the wrath
I'ma drag to the back of house
Put a stack on X'ing him out
If a man wanna fuck with mine
Laugh at him now
Hit a nigga, put a rag in his mouth
I don't really think of asking twice
Blast and I'm out, what a god damn ass of a clown
Cut a fucker then I dug a ditch
Cuz I never knew another motherfucker
Wanna gut a motherfucker much as Rezzy
I'm in love with this

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

a cold day in hell (prod. adjacen7)

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art by: @donotresurrect x @gvzzvh
official amv: [https://youtu.be/BdwoqOwZCbg]

lyrics:
they call me young takeshi kovacs with it 
flow acidic, cold precision 
goated with it 
i’ll fold you niggas, like your whole division 
hold a minute, i’m loaded 
i hope the pole don’t getcha 
4 incisions, a .223 to put a hole up in em 

oh shit, ay there go my old chick 
she just tryna jack it off, like we at the coat check 
they just wanna have my sauce, i just want my flow back
call me king of babylon, target on my whole back, no sweat

ain’t what you used to
but i could give a fuck 
i ain’t wanna do it to em 
but now they dead and gone and i been up on youtube 
i’m getting fetty boy 
and if my pistol pew pew, then bitch get ready for it 

ain’t nobody fucking with res he the best ain’t nobody could buss him
the rest of the bodies get brought in the back with the buzzards 
in the back of the lac keep the mac on my lap ima tuck it 
why the fuck is you running, i’m known as the god of destruction

OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

takeshi kovacs concerto in F minor (prod. mercykill x rose)

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)

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

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