pow pow

lyrics:

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Kick the bucket
Its always something
I tried dying chugging bleach but it did fucking nothing
Think i needa get a nut in
My anger bussing
Take her down into my dungeon
And do the the fucking

He was messing with my capital we put him in a casserole
Big rocks load the catapult we knocking down your castle hoe
Do not call my telephone no service in the CATACOMBS
I cant stand that bitch i fucked her once and then i had to go

Labels schedule meetings i don't ever show my face
I'm too busy over seas she want the dick like s'il te plaît
Stupid fucks just want a buck that i wont ever give away
A&Rs are served for dinner salty contracts add to taste

Talking all that shit now that's some shit i'm sick of
I been gone over a year and my ass still the shit bruh
Sneaky in my silence got some flesh to rip up
Draco drank too much blood now it got the hiccups

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

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CATACOMBS! (prod. Deademane x ³³marrow)

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

I dont think you understand the trouble you in
33 been dragging bodies out the cellar again
And really lately my mental state hasnt been on its bestest
Pulled the chain a little too hard now her body is headless
Oh dear what a shame
But who really needs a brain?
Walk around like you aint got one everyone is here to blame
Cant escape me bitch no matter how far you go
I can track your scent like im a dog in a grove

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

Lost inside yourself its like you fucks never listened
Told your ass to watch your back or you might end up missing
Tell me how it feels
Living nightmare shit is real
You cant run from me forever bitch im nipping at your heals
Look bitch! save yourself the exhaustion
Let me drag you cross the forest to my cellar and lock it
You like that! lets make you feel how i felt
Buried underneath the surface still alive with no bell

Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion
Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

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GauzeValley (prod. ³³marrow)

BLOOD CREEK W/ NIKKO X DAEGHO (PROD. DABEAST)

this song is about what it felt like to play my guts rp build in Elden ring.

brand of sacrifice〴⋋_⋌〵 w/ kxllswxtch (prod. mikey the magician)

prod. grayskies x rose
background vox @sydcxx

[ https://li.sten.to/philosophyofaknife ]

lyrics:
Walk round
Steady posted with the AR
Glock 9 thumpin
Sendin fuckers to the graveyard 
Hellbound 
Finna rush em with the ACOG
Hunnid round drummin 
Get to cuttin with the blade drawn 
Hey
Catch me flowin with the waveforms 
Fall back, fucker
It ain’t nothin left to say to em
Blood drippin
Let em fall by the bayside 
Runnin down and gut a motherfucker just to take mine 

K, catch me posted on your block huh
Toasted from that za
With that dope up in my sock 
.40 in my glock, reloadin
Runnin from the cops huh 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the-

Hair down 
Let it fall when the breeze come 
Why she only wanna come around when she need sumn?
Bogged down from clouds 
I don’t need sun 
How she put it on me got me drowned
I don’t need trust
Ay
Write the code
Watch em freeze up
Long sigh, deep breath
Hoping just to re-up 
From my soul, out the cold
Ima rerun 
Not a sound from the crowd when the heat come

Philosophy of a Knife

official music video

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
5 gen with a brand new cutter
5x on the rail, don’t run up
drop bread on heads, we toast em
won’t jam, shit shoot like butter
watch now, this a brand new season
fuck feds, in the v, i’m speeding

jumped down to the world down under
hopped out was a brand new demon
hopped out was a brand new killer
resurrect undead like thriller
10 mil, all face, no casings
mac spit like malcolm miller
won’t stop, we keep it moving
bro said my aura glowing
this rifle came with coolant
plug in and overload em

i just figure nobody doing this shit better
i might hit a flow and i spit like a damn ‘retta
i might hit a streak and i go on a damn spree
4 up in the morning, she making me damn fed up
shit get crazy, keep ya drac up
no face, no chase, i keep my rank up
say sumn
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
he don’t want static
look at him, he won’t get a shot off
look at me, i’m knocking your block off
bitch, i tell em shut up or shut down
that gun in my pocket go, “BLAGOW!”
i’ m a masterpiece
i really had to be
i’m only thinking ‘bout catastrophe

and casualties
so niggas tryna bat with me
your majesty
you niggas ain’t a man to me, you see

5 gen with a brand new cutter
5x on the rail, don’t run up
drop bread on heads, we toast em
won’t jam, shit shoot like butter
watch now, this a brand new season
fuck feds, in the v, i’m speeding
jumped down to the world down under
hopped out was a brand new demon
hopped out was a brand new killer
resurrect undead like thriller
10 mil, all face, no casings
mac spit like malcolm miller
won’t stop, we keep it moving
bro said my aura glowing
this rifle came with coolant
plug in and overload em

i just figure nobody doing this shit better
better, better, better, better
i might hit a flow and i spit like a damn ‘retta
‘retta, ‘retta, ‘retta, ‘retta

i might hit a streak and i go on a damn spree
spree, spree, spree, spree
4 up in the morning, she making me damn fed up
fed up, fed up
shit get crazy, keep ya drac up
no face, no chase, i keep my rank up
(say sumn)
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
(say sumn)
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
(say sumn)
he don’t want static
look at him, he won’t get a shot off
look at me, i’m knocking your block off
bitch, i tell em shut up or shut down
that gun in my pocket go, “BLAGOW!”

the artful wound

lyrics:
I be swervin, lane switchin
I'm too sure, I ain't missin
37 hollowtips in my clip
Make it rain, didn't it

Ok, upper level aim with it 
Lopping off his ring fingers
Leavin fuckin bodies twitchin 
Find em where they brains hangin..

I'm ready to die, shit
I be with the guys, shit
Drop another whip and scrape the city
I'm gon die in it

Ok, watch me drive it stolen 
With that pistol in my pants 
I'ma blow that noggin open 
Soon as I get my fucking chance
Damn..

I been known to ride, let it burn slow
Smoke it up and die, see the night go
I don't wonder why, nah I die slow 
Sippin on my flight, when I arrive
I'm gettin high, hoe

Go pop off 
Lock jaw 
Nah, can’t get yo bitch back
Like go knock off, drop drawers 
Still ain’t get yo get back
These lasers ready
Red and green like Christmas, I'ma switch em on
This pistol heavy
Chevy hang outside, .223 send em all

I send em off 
Machete ready 
Deadly when I cock it back
Like my metal heavy 
Swingin MPs at your shower cap
Send em back
Bitch, you wasn't with it 
Boy, I been up on it
I'm really ballin
Bitch, I spot that target
Get my semi on it 

My Glock got titties on it
Pimp the Draco with a scope
Hoe, my homies got like 15 grips and two Glocks in they coat
I don’t give a fuck bout none this shit, my life fucked that’s fasho
I could end it all but I be getting high cause I could blow, when I cope
Lonely road I’m walking with my bow tucked, I go ghost
I don’t do that talking shit, I rock a bitch and go
Just like my momma, moody, I get moody on these hoes
I know my bros got pocket rockets..

Pop it on these foes
Sights glitchin
Got the floor lights dimming 
I don't wanna live forever 
That's my whole life mission 
.40 pokin out my sweater with a long knife
Chalk it up to them long nights 
Open up, I got close-eyed victims

bastard sword (prod. MERCYKILL x slade kovacs)

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS x Dante Swan

lyrics:
catch me runnin w my blick 
cuz dallas traffic got me pissed
i wave this burner
rezzy potter, doin magic w that stick
im totin missiles by the fistful
never low on ammunition 
throwin dick up in that bitch 
and throwin opponents in them ditches
hella wicked 

yea they call me young takeshi w it
altered carbon, thats a great watch
yall should probably call the tech support 
i got a fucker laggin from a faceshot
here to bomb em w a rocket launcher 
probably caught his brother w a nade shot
rockin a gun w a tank top
walkin em down now my face hot 

told her shake it, but dont break it 
hollup baby, they know
fuck the fake and fuck a lane
im tryna shake the table
hunnid rounds, i got it stuffed up in my britches
hunt him down, if someone saw it 
then we comin for the witness

got my glock im crossin them state lines 
bullet float, it got hangtime 
stunna flow and that bass line 
got my dobbie throwin up gang signs
i dont fuck around, im no hero
got folks absorbing my steelo
RIP metalface 
im on to better places w a cult to go w my ego

music vid++

remnant psyche//blood mask

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
shut up, i’m feeling toxic
aj on the beat, he pass the rock
lil bitch, i milly rock it
blackout arp-ski in the dark
let’s see what’s really sparking
aka, the city stalker
ain’t came for no pity party
i’m really popping, i’m feeling..
(so cool)

ain’t getting through to you
i dissect the bodies
separate em
make it beautiful
i kept walking by
she looked my way
and said “that’s rude of you!”
ak my guitar, ok i rock out when i shoot at you
i pop out with my toolie tool
and it’s..
(beautiful)

oh, you cool, huh?
you mr. popular when you popping out with that tool, huh?
i think it’s obvious you a coward and you won’t shoot nun
i’m feeling scholarly when i’m popping em with that ruler
you a jock and i’m the school sh-

shut up, i’m feeling toxic
aj on the beat, he pass the rock
lil bitch, i milly rock it
blackout arp-ski in the dark
let’s see what’s really sparking
aka, the city stalker
ain’t came for no pity party
i’m really popping, i’m feeling..

(so cool)

oh, you cool, huh?
you mr. popular when you popping out with that tool, huh?
i think it’s obvious you a coward and you won’t shoot nun
i’m feeling scholarly when i’m popping em with that ruler
you a jock and i’m the school sh-

ain’t getting through to you
i dissect the bodies
separate em
make it beautiful
i kept walking by
she looked my way
and said “that’s rude of you!”
ak my guitar, ok i rock out when i shoot at you
i pop out with my tool..

assassination classroom

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i dont need another reason 
i give foes a hunnid beatings 
buss the door, i pop the lock 
i got em running, hunting season 
i unload a hunnid rounds 
and dont you duck thats fuckin treason 
clutchin on my 40 cal 
i got them guns 
they’d love to meet ya

i just hit em w another mag 
jumping off the helipad 
c4 set to detonate 
profit, i need all of that
closet fulla body bags 
bedroom fulla ghosts 
lighter fluid in my coffee 
spreading blood all on my toast

and i get sickness from the lights 
hanging like the bats do 
killing all the mice 
splattered on my tattoos 
reach and i might stab you 
promise im a psycho 
dont even need a mask to
i do it w my eyes closed 

im a long haired nigga that aint never going broke, huh
all hail rezzy, im prophetic w the pole, huh 
dawg, get ready, put ya head inside this rope
i leave em all red, bloody
get him separate from his soul

suspicious trenchcoat

More than just music, but the start to a industrial revoulution 

Chrome Chaos

I think it’s time

USPS (feat. Witchouse 40k) (prod. Y$57)

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aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

black site//terroristic rendition

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