bro the hook on this song just blew everyone else on soundcloud out the water like this shit went WAY too fucking hard. good shit bro🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥👌🏻

I SHOULD CALL HIM ORAGAMI, WATCH HIS BODY AS HE FOLD

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...

out on all platforms

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)

lyrics: 

[ak]
I got a problem
All these rappers pussy, but I know that I can stop em'
Everybody talking, tryna keep me at the bottom
Got me pissed off
I'mma blow up like a rocket
Now I'm going crazy
Got me acting outta pocket

Hop out with my Glock out
Grab the mic and rock out
Living up in lockdown
Working till the sun down
Geekin' off the molly, baby I don't wanna come down
Took me out the matrix now I'm feeling like the one

What the fuck, hoe?
Yeah they bout to make my gun blow
I seen your bitch up in the front row
Take her to the unknown
Resurrect, he got the snub nose
Think you running out of luck bro

I could break a motherfucker who thinking I'm not legit
Always talkin like they bout it
I know they ain't with the shit
I'm the type of motherfucker to leave a knife in your ribs
And if I hear you fucking crying
I grab the blade and I twist

Yuh, yuh
I think about it everyday
At times I'm locked in my room
And I'm praying for better days
I'd rather die than be a slave
This isn't up for debate
With the barrel to my brain
Bitch I'll cock it and let it bang

I got a problem
All these rappers pussy, but I know that I can stop em'
Everybody talking, tryna keep me at the bottom
Got me pissed off
I'mma blow up like a rocket
Now I'm going crazy
Got me acting outta pocket

Hop out with my Glock out
Grab the mic and rock out
Living up in lockdown
Working till the sun down
Geekin' off the molly, baby I don't wanna come down
Took me out the matrix now I'm feeling like the one

[res]
BOW! BOW! BOW!
We bring them guns round
Pop a little perky, off the bean she having fun now
I love when she slurp it on her knees, she makin tongue sounds
I could up that 30 to your teeth, you lackin' gums now
Actin like you clutchin' with the beam get you annihilated
I could punch you fuckers in the spleen so hard ya mama feel it
I could knock it down, rebuild the scene but I don't got the patience
I could hold it down with just a piece like Asalamalkim, woah

I seen better days
I'm still hanging with my woes
Aim it then I bang, I be dangerous to my foes
Lasers like a rave, I be bathin' in the smoke
Keep a stendo in my pole and my hand up on her throat
Couple milly that's the goal
Come and kill me if you bold
Murakami on my body, whip my Glocky on the stove
You still talkin? Cock the rocket, leave his body in the cold
Tap his pockets then I roll
Chop his body then I'm ghost, huh

AK bangin' dangerous if you talk out your neck
I could aim it, leave you brainless when I'm cockin' the Tec
You know I be shakin' planets when I speak
Acting crazy, I could hang you from a stake and letcha swing, huh

OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

ak3k x do not resurrect - snubnose (prod. apollo young)

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)

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: 

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)

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO: [https://youtu.be/subCiHDgELI]

Apple music: [https://music.apple.com/us/album/doppelg%C3%A4nger-single/1494770149]

Spotify: [https://open.spotify.com/track/1jmjNS6VUk8Vt65JMbJMOA?si=DFZfPHDHQ5OltacnQ2vz0Q]

MIXXXXED BY MANGO: @kidmangx
cover art by: @gvzzvh

lyrics:
ok like bounce wit it bitch 
i bought an ounce and 
made it flip 
i bet i finger fuck that pussy while 
she count my benjamins
like where’d i go 
like where i been 
i let it go
i bet he spin 
i keep that 30 on my back lil bitch 
i call it letterman 

ok like bounce wit it
rock wit it
lean wit it 
drop wit it 

you know that party never pop less resurrect had brought his glock in it 
tick tick tick tick tick
hold up i hear that clock ticking 
line up em and drop em it’s bout time that i’m that top nigga 

i flip that pack huh yea
then make that back huh yea 
these bitches bad huh yea 
i make em mad huh yea 
might click that cap huh yea 
my demons back huh yea 
these niggas wack huh yea 
can’t even rap huh yea 

listen i don’t play around
either stayin down or you layin down
spraying rounds 
bet that playground 
where his brain found 
rain it down 
i still think about her 
fucking hate her now 
i’ll say it now 
i hope you prayed out loud before my razor out

official music video

doppelgänger (prod. kivya) [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION]

official visualizer: https://youtu.be/-0hYi4bzsYM
prod: @adjacen7
mixed and mastered: @necrocorpse

lyrics: 
open season on you peons
load in three you know the reason
known to leave em leakin bleeding
you might think he lost a liter 
ima genius with the speech 
i make her leak like aquafina 
i might be in italy the way i make em lean like pisa 
she a diva

rich dicktip kid 
ladies love it when i hip fire
spit sick shit
she gon buss it til that bitch tired 
run around the block 
i bring it back just like an oldie
got my gun i tote them glocks 
i brought that mac ain’t no "aroni" 
hoe you phony with the love so bitch quit liking my pictures 
boy you 40 with no job 
you can’t even talk without snitching 
ima god amongst you men so when you beg for forgiveness 
just know these hollows heavensent 
thy will be done with no witness 
i’ll give em stitches

THE CLASH AT DEMONHEAD

quiet as a dead friend [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

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

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

lock, shock, & barrel (prod. adjacen7)

do not resurrect ⌖

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