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)

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

the green box (prod DESTOROYAHHH)

Lord Gasp:

Fuck that, finna feed from their souls
Acting like a soldier till I pop the skull
Line em all side to side like they animals
Sodium hydroxide till they decompose

Hey! if you think about me i creep out the crypts
Ima come to your bed and eat out your ribs
And i think that it's a little bit bitter
Yeah from what i remember your bitch tasted better!
On my wrist i wear the rest of all their veins
Cataclysm mercenary with the blade
In a hurry i bury him in a minute
Keep his spinal cord and go tangle that up in my curtains

Paris green, Yung ditto, Lord Gasp
Split personality but i'm wearing no mask
Hoe said she want it Nastii, fuck her with the feet (Feat)
40k on the table i split that with my g's

Nastii:

No illusion I been working
I ain’t sleeping 
Lately I been barely human
Saw you fold
Cause you talk about all the shit u been doing 
You get rolled 
Toss turning 
Body purple from the bruising 
Hold tight 
All this spite 
That shit be ready for abusing 
I need combat
Fuck em all these people 
Waiting for they chance 
Got a knife up to yo spine
When you get that first advance 
All you built yeah look around
Just a castle made of sand 
Go ahead, step inside 
Little sacrificial lamb 
Fuck that 
Coming in swinging 
When we done 
We leaving gasoline in 
Burn it to the ground 
That’s message 
Go ahead and fucking read it 
Paint the city black
Stomp out everybody kneeing 
Wrap the bodies in the flag
I know the feds is gonna see it

Witchouse 40k:

Pull up to the party I ain’t lookin like I’m sober
Walkin out the coffin yeah I’m finna feel social
Walking out tour body got some blood up on the Gosha
Pull up to the party just to act like I don’t know ya

Pipe down, done gone
Trash on the mask, I don’t fuck with VLONE
Black for the casket, bad to the bone yuh
Veins full of habits, past full of ghosts

Hello, I’m looking like a witch I guess you didn’t get the memo
Finger on the stick I’m in the game you in the demo
Said he want a feature so I send him to my Venmo
Coughing like I’m sick I’m rolling smoking on the endo
Hello, I’m shooting at your clique I leave em looking like jello
Cutting up a brick I stack a hunnid like some legos
Only wearing collars, I got diamonds on the bezel
Click clack, cock back, take his diamonds with extendos

Lord Gasp :

Fuck that, finna feeding from their souls
Acting like a soldier till I pop the skull
Line em all side to side like they animals
Sodium hydroxide till they decompose

Hey! if you think about me i creep out the crypts
Ima come to your bed and eat out your ribs
And i think that it's a little bit bitter
Yeah from what i remember your bitch tasted better!

MUSIC VIDEO

CAUSTIC SODA  ft. Na$tii & Witchouse40k  [prod. Na$tii]

mixed by: @kidmangx
artwork by: @thersx

lyrics: 
10-4, lil mama keep the snubnose wit her 
6-O, keep a model let the drum roll hit him
get a bag by my lone hope the drum won’t get him 
been a savage you bastards just call me one punch nigga

been a savage you bastards just call me one punch nigga
he a addict. i’m saddened. don’t get ya tongue swole nigga 
peter pan had just landed
he get the blood flowin in em 
yuh yuh yuh

i keep it dirty wit the dick right 
i’m here fist fight
and all you mother fuckers that was barking keep your lips tight 
grip, sights, scope that’s all you fuckers here to hear right?
when i was down and out you wouldn’t lend the kid your ears 
nightmares less effective when you born from the pit 
it’s a slight glare from the weapon that i hold in my grip 
and i might dare to dissect you, i’m destroying your vision 
you slight scared, nonetheless this is a lesson you don’t wanna miss 


ima cop killer 
we known to rock niggas 
you be talkin til we walk up and then spark at opp niggas 
i might drop niggas
them phony block niggas be the ones that wanna start up til you pop the glock in it 
what up

official video

nail in the coffin [prod. treetime]

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art by: @gvzzvh
official amv: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdspHR_oMUU] 

lyrics:
hop out the whip then i hop on his neck 
we sending some shots at your vest 
if you talkin that shit then we pop at your set
my men don’t take kindly to threats 
and i’m stacking that guala guala by the c-note 
i’m smackin your daughter daughter  she freak if i ask it i got it got it 
bitch i’m evil my life like a movie by q tarantino 

im slapping that clip in that’s a tec 
and i’m racking that biditch 
god of death i’m too accurate wit it 
gotta jet an immaculate image of god in the flesh and i’m back into bidness 
not to fret i’m spectacular wit it 
got a check and i’m splashin on niggas 
got her wet if im baggin a bitch thats a ten outta ten outta ten

tryna fill up my pants w bands 
my thumper want smoke like it’s amsterdam 
i dump on your clique if it jams, it jams 
i run up and give em these hands on hands 
lil nigga my bitch from the land japan 
i’m fuckin w bitches that dance to dance 
then fuck on they friends cuz i’m in command 
i don’t have that big an attention span 
lil nigga 
if i want the world in my hands then i got it 

thinkin of spazzin, i’ve really had it w you products 
grippin the gat and then let him have it
who’d have thought it? 
lookin to splatter you when i ran up w the yopper you a 
typical bastard you woulda had it if i dropped it 
now it’s too bad cuz i really ran off w the profit 
if i’m smackin her ass then you know that bitch is real exotic 
what i have in my attic will make a nigga wanna vomit

tarantino [prod. cxdy x scorpio]

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

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