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FIST FIGHT IN THE GRAVEYARD

shxdzn - 3

Scream Rap

Rap-Hype/Phonk/Aesthetic/lots of Horrorcore/other  - 2

cardigan feat mako 444

w h a t.  i t.  m e a n. (prod.4clip)

wassup now! (prod.4clip)

drama queen (feat. xatashi) prod.4clip

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

I feel fucked
Never felt the same when I was 13 hit the blunt
Now I'm feeling withdrawals and I'm itching at my lungs
Bitch I hope it kills me bitch I hope I smoke a ton
Come and meet me in the pit and imma leave your body slumped

Hit that motherfucker with the 30 from jump
Got that ski mask on my face I x them out love when they run
All black robes around around my body got me lookin like a nun
I don't know how else to say this bitch you ain't the fuckin one

Bitch I'm coughing up my lungs I put in his body in a blunt
On bad lil bitches known to stunt I stand on business what you want
And I don't fuck with none these others they can stay put in the gutter
Dying breed too fuckin rare Ill make them know me and my brothers

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

anatomy of a leech (prod. zodiacc)

Sensory Deprivation Tank 7 (ft. Mobbs Radical)

[Prod.ELE]
Mix & Master [ELE]
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(BR4CKET)
@br4cket
www.instagram.com/bracket.77/?hl=de
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Ohh ive been there bitch
Gotta end it quick 
Imma lose my shit 
What the fucks an ick 

End it all 
make you bitches fall
break your knees
make you crawl
now you better call saul

Holy shit thats sick 
Issa big as brick 
He is acting slick 
Tryn to pull trick 

good of war 
bottles hit the floor
your bitch is a whore
she gets fucked by four

And im walking lost track 
Scared of being busted 
Acting paranoid 
Cause theres gas in my backpack 
Bitch this aint no love track
Grinding till the suns back 
Speeding down the alley in a motherfucking fastback 

No mercy no surrender Im the king with no regret
Kratos in the flesh I bring the battle to your doorstep
I thrive in the shadows thrive in the heat of battle
My presence alone can make the mightiest motherfuckers rattle
I am the alpha the omega, the beginning and the end
I am the god of war Im the force you cant comprehend

Vibing on some egypt shit 
While sitting in a deep as pit 
The stu was getting cold, but i entert and i heated it 
My demons acting up, but they ani’t got no reasoning 
I conquered them, i faced them cold,i mfking defeated em

Ohh ive been there bitch
Gotta end it quick 
Imma lose my shit 
What the fucks an ick 

End it all 
make you bitches fall
break your knees
make you crawl
now you better call saul

Holy shit thats sick 
Issa big as brick 
He is acting slick 
Tryn to pull trick 

good of war 
bottles hit the floor
your bitch is a whore
she gets fucked by four

Stream On Spotify!

GOD OF WAR (ft.BR4CKET)

MURK (Prod. PEDROXVI)

ARMOR ON

POWER++

prod me

lyrics:
hellspawn villain 
kill a nigga, fall flat
leglock, pin em 
bitch i never hold back
headshot hit him, bet he never come back
riding round the city w the stick on my lap
bounce out 
make the semi go BLAT!
down south 
bet a nigga wont rat
loud mouth 
finna piss in your trap
tryna get my face 
til i push em on back

go black on black
my fashion kills
niggas want my fashion skills 
racks on racks
now that's a thrill 
living for some mass appeal 

poker when i face em 
but it’s obvious im packin steel
no smell from my basement 
cuz them bodies in them vacuum seals

keep away from res 
around the rosie where im cracking shields 
lethal as it gets 
i stole your rover now it lack a wheel 
why you lackin still? 
my crew flows is hella dope 
make you jealous tho
i do things theyll never know im-

music vid

7 heads in a duffel bag (prod. slade kovacs)

HEAVEN GATES

TODO FRIO FT. BLACKWILL (PROD. ARAGOTH)

Had to put this one out!!

Our tape track from UG Soundlab compilation by @mc-zola-1

Full Stream: https://soundcloud.com/mc-zola-1/undergroundsoundlab !

Was pleasure to work with this legend @gelatostuff !

UNDERGROUND SOUNDLAB

Steelin'

Spotify link

Steelin' (w/ gelato .45)

Sorry 4 Tha Wa!T (w/ Savage Ga$p)

burning away

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
count my check, i do my money dance
weapon in my underpants
jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man
scalpel in my left
i pull the trigger with my right one, though
boy, that shotty sick
my .40 kick like it know taekwondo

numbuh three, what’s in my sleeve?
either pistol or a blunt
bitch, i look like numbuh five
but i’m clean like numbuh one
keep them gadgets like i’m two
lil hoe, i’m kicking through your door
hoodie up, i’m in a mood

bitch, i feel like numbuh four

every second, day and hour
time and space, i seen before
so, i head back to the base, that’s sector v
to hit the dope

i count my check, i do my money dance
weapon in my underpants
jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man
scalpel in my left
i pull the trigger with my right one, though
boy, that shotty sick
my .40 kick like it know taekwondo

numbuh three, what’s in my sleeve?
either pistol or a blunt
bitch, i look like numbuh five
but i’m clean like numbuh one
keep them gadgets like i’m two
lil hoe, i’m kicking through your door
hoodie up, i’m in a mood

bitch, i feel like numbuh four

every second, day and hour
time and space, i seen before

jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man

codename: k.i.l.l.j.o.y.

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++

black site//terroristic rendition

Modern aggressive collab rap album with phonk and metal influences

VENDETTA

GRAVESIDE PATH

HUNTSMAN

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics: 
shadow steppin in my boots, huh
i cant talk to you
aint my brethren, keep a weapon 
when i step inside the room like..
whats the move
why lil rezzy always rude?
sick to death of all these rappers
take his breath and make the news

stack the deaths
it’s unexpected 
but its just not what it seems 
on my deathbed, my confession:
i ate several human beings 
dip the heads inside the acid
put the torsos in the stove
call me edgar allan poe
the way them bodies hit the floor 

i go to different places 
aint seen the shit i seen 
shotguns at fifty paces 
aint need no therapy 

bright lights and different faces
products of entropy 
wont play on any stations 
but what they say dont mean shit to me

remnant psyche//blood mask

$uicideboy$ - now and at the hour of our death (feat. bones) (slowed + reverb)

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$UICIDEBOY$ - Now and at the Hour of Our Death (Feat. Bones) (slowed)

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

POP IT

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FIRE$ALE (prod. Michael Link)

produced Kill Ebola
mastered Frdm.wav 

Ebola andy eddie stain
Im a devil off a pill or bottle all the same
Or a God inside a game and saw it all in hate
To get to what today i never could explain 
Dealt the blood felt the stun, i cant feel their laughter 
Loneliness got me spun, never felt this happier 
In a World thats never real, whats the matter dear? 
Cant taste the meal just the fear of seeker gather gear 

Vintage pose reflected off a traffic cone 
Barb wire med kit you cant grab and go 
Red paint on its hand like it tagged the groped
Light in know Soul scrambled see it in my eye windows
Out my bitterness and weathering to hang with weirdos? 
Yall just relishing in telling shit i keep my ears closed 
Just whore around spoke metaphors aloud wrote over fear notes 
Imma turn you down and shut you off just how sears goes 
Umbilical chord
Spreading its spore
In an Agonized bore 
In endless corridor 
Inner oculus floor 
Torturing squeal from the pork turned to smear odor 
Stuck on the wheel with nothing left to tear over 
Electrified eel at the heel said its near over
Cant hear closure 

Guess im writing down what
Create timing now something 
Watch em swing but its bunt its light 
Throwing fits its your time of month and i see a clown show getting fucked repeat
Everyone around me annoying dumb pesticides to breed 
rather run on by just to die and be 
by the side of tide right as nukes will free
Us all from memories of trades we made 
Turning everything to an ace of spades
Double barrel breakfast buck is ate 
Bone marrow head fast duck and wait
Gut is late, Fuck it make 
Blood is taste, Shut its face
Just a waste, Such a state

Vessel / Death Source

produced Kill Ebola
mastered Frdm.wav 

Who am I to lose my drive 
Move the love for life behind 
Burn the world until it shines
Suffocate it in its pride 
No more healing left to cry 
Pushed the feeling weight aside 
Just reside in wait to die 
Who am I to say goodbye 
Gear requires pierce of heart 
Fear in fire loss of spark 
Taste is fine then quickly tart
Crumbled pine and wood apart 
Humble light it stood ajar 
Eye for eye no moon or star
All Is fine and moved afar 
Feet soggy glare heat stalking pavement crooked lines 
(flies disguise in shambled parasites)
Breathe foggy air see halting traded looking eyes 
(Try to write it scrambles Paradise)
They Keep bottling 
all our energizing fuzzy stress 
They keep fondling 
all our agonizing bloody sweat
Their system fills and charge 
there’s no place where it is enough and fed 
Their shitting pills and parts 
And make you eat it up like fucking pets
Who am I to lose my drive 
Move the love for life behind 
Burn the world until it shines
Suffocate it in its pride 
No more healing left to cry 
Pushed the feeling weight aside 
Just reside in wait to die 
Who am I to say goodbye 

How i hate you 
Oh i hate you
Ate the low fruit 
Cant escape you
In the limb light 
Fog it came through 
Im so terrified 
It will take you

Low Light

Spotify

I'll Come Back 2 Haunt You

Hello, here is a track that i made along with some cover art :-)

Somewhat Interesting, Mostly Placebo

Its Not Safe To Spin Today, Mr Meat

Better Use That Torch

Whale Sound ASMR

Cover might be temporary idk reeee

Lyrics:

Change that frame
I got it great on a bad day
Stay chained to the weights 
On a grayscale, I’m stained with the new strain 
Crossed okay, toss me in paint

Ghost like won’t open 
Keep my mouth sowed and I’m gone 
Would gain a face like a totem, without a body I got none 

On the base like hydroxy 
Float away? I keep my ground
And I got no touch like im still broken 
Okay, Focus, Trojans leak in 
Soaking 

I got myself on the deck like a crushed up pill 
Leave me sobbing about textures overkill 

I die again, on my best side 
Strapped up on the hill, Okay I get it 
Tape me burning, keep that shit on as a filler

chafe from the Chains
To your taste i am Slave 
Carried to the grave
Press it down and leave me paved 

Out the gate no mistake 
Ain’t no minutes in the day
Carried to the grave 
Press it down and leave me paved 

Twisting that neck and leave it backwards just to save face 
I spin the shit just like my business needs a decent artist 
I gotta dip just like your brain off of the rave traces
I fall asleep on all your shit

Koala Teeth

Hollows Feat. @E$COXV Prod. AV

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aka slade kovacs

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