Blüdhaven

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. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

Cosmic Humility Interlude

prod. mercykill
background vox @sydcxx

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

lyrics:
K, I won’t rest til my profit through the roof 
K, I want flesh on the bottoms of my shoes 
K, I want death 
I watch it rot and watch it bleed
K, I don’t want nun but that paper and that beam 
Come run with me, cuz I see 
People open windows 
They leave their houses 
It’s a fine day 
Just for a short walk 

Might die tonight 
I’m livin like I 
Might die tonight 
I’m killin like I

Said I want him dead and I mean that though 
All about the bread and the greenbacks, dough 
Ima leave some lead where your spleen at, bro 
Thought I was a fan?
I don’t need that hoe

Open up the window, feel that breeze 
Pop it like a benzo, bend your knees 
All about the guap and I’m poppin em with the heat 
Get it rockin, Ima drop em
I’m moppin em to the beat

K, I won’t rest til my profit through the roof 
K, I want flesh on the bottoms of my shoes 
K, I want death 
I watch it rot and watch it bleed
K, I don’t want nun but that paper and that beam 
Come run with me, cuz I see 
People open windows 
They leave their houses 
It’s a fine day 
Just for a short walk 

Might die tonight 
I’m livin like I 
Might die tonight 
I’m killin like I

Might die tonight 
I’m livin like I 
Might die tonight 
I’m killin like I…

Human Shield//Ritualistic Fashion

prod. rose

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

lyrics:
One shot, one kill 
One bag with it 
Immaculate 
I’m lookin like I’m mad as shit 
You braggin, bitch?
Well, come and give this mag a kiss 
You masochist 
I’m lookin for a body bag
To bag a bitch 
And rodents, squeakers 
Comin for the top, get you dropped from the bleachers 
Love it when they pop 
Got the cops yellin “Jesus!”
From the spot where the Glocks and the preachers 

The prodigal of sons hath now returneth 
Come to wash the cloth of all the vermin 
You can say that you did what to did, woadie 
But Father Rezzy got a call to live in infamy 

It’s clear to see that I don’t got a problem 
Smackin all these dolls 
And they all prima donnas 
Get the call and I’m already on it 
Cuz if they drop a song 
I respond with a bombing 

I don’t know if I’m a god or a demon 
I don’t care, all I know is I’m a prophet 
I don’t know if there’s a rhyme or a reason 
All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
Five rings, let it rain on a rookie 
Scratch him up like a DVD 
Fuck a beam, I’ll swing on a pussy 
Had enough nigga, leave me be 

Ok I break em down 
Tag em up 
Laughing while I rack it up 
Feel like I’m cremating 
Way this laser turn his ass to dust 
I just left the bank 
Ain’t nun but acid in this double cup
No LSD
Talkin hydrochloric, baby
Lap it up

Bag a bitch 
And rodents, squeakers 
Comin for the top, get you dropped from the bleachers 
When they pop, got the cops yellin “Jesus!”
From the spot where the Glocks and the preachers 

Easy, clear to see that I don’t got a problem 
Smackin all these dolls 
And they all prima donnas 
Get the call and I’m already on it 
Cuz if they drop a song 
I respond with a bombing 

I don’t know if I’m a god or a demon 
I don’t care, all I know is I’m a prophet 
I don’t know if there’s a rhyme or a reason 
All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
Five rings, let it rain on a rookie 
Scratch him up like a DVD 
Fuck a beam, I’ll swing on a pussy 
Had enough nigga, leave me be 

All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
All I know is bitches wanna…

prod. rose

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

lyrics:
I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I’m at the top of my game 
Talent not hard to sustain 
Cop-killer, run from the federals 
Then fall back and catch me a stain 

Who want it?
He want it
I got it 
You runnin 
AR-15 with a stock and some clues on it 
I gotta eat, so I’m huntin with two stomachs 
Wide body Beamer with guns on the roof on it
I want him dead 
Bro told me “Chill”
One in the head
Loaded to drill
I got some woadies that’s loaded to kill 
Walk on up, walk em down and we open his peel 

Death embraced 
10-4 
Line his shut up 
Chest, neck, face 
Get fucked 
.40 kick, punch 
Chest get caved 

Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate…

I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I’m at the top of my game 
Talent not hard to sustain 
Cop-killer, run from the federals 
Then fall back and catch me a stain 

I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I just reside with the corpses 
I just reside with the corpses
All of these bodies is gorgeous  
I just reside with the corpses 



Death
10-4 
Chest, neck, face 
Get fucked
Punch
Death
Punch
Line his shit up
.40 kick, punch
Death
Punch
Chest get caved 
10-4 
Line his shut up 
Get fucked 
.40 kick, punch 

Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate
Desecrate 
Death

All Men Are Cremated Equal

prod. adjacen7

[https://youtu.be/gg5VC1-0LSs?si=aNfwXtxurAaXSqYe]
[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Ridin dolo with my chopper 
Might just fry your fiber optics 
Hide or hole up, that’s your options 
BLAKA! BLAKA! 
BLAKA! BLAKA!

I just roll up with my posse 
Tossin bodies out the Mazi 
Rollin thunder like I’m Blanka
Blanka, Blanka
Blanka, Blanka

Ok, shit 
Brodie wanna hit? 
Keep a hunnid rounds on the bottom of the stick 
Gonna hunt him down 
When I’m runnin round the town
Gotta nother hunnid rounds for his motherfuckin kids
Dug a motherfuckin ditch 
Cut a motherfucker’s throat 
Hit a motherfucker’s lid
Hit a motherfucker’s dome 

Keep a thumper to dump him
You playin with the wrong nigga
Spill a nigga, take a motherfucker’s soul
Now I got em like… 

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)


He walkin lifeless 
I’m walkin spite 
I pull the scythe 
This shit be priceless 
But not his life 
He outta time 

He walkin lifeless 
I’m walkin spite 
I pull the scythe 
This shit be priceless 
But not his life 
But not his life

Ridin dolo with my chopper 
Might just fry your fiber optics 
Hide or hole up, that’s your options 
BLAKA! BLAKA! 
BLAKA! BLAKA!

I just roll up with my posse 
Tossin bodies out the Mazi 
Rollin thunder like I’m Blanka
Blanka, Blanka
Blanka, Blanka

Ok, shit 
Brodie wanna hit? 
On the bottom of the stick 
When I’m runnin round the town
Rounds for his motherfuckin kids
Dig a motherfuckin… 
Throat
Hit a motherfucker’s…
Dome 

Keep a thumper to dump him
You playin with the wrong nigga
Spill a nigga, take a motherfucker’s soul
Now I got em like… 

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a baby, I’m a baby)
(I’m a baby)
(I’m a…, I’m a…)

Babydoll

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aka slade kovacs

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Cosmic Humility Interlude

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