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Sip My Tea w/ K.V.N

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K.V.N//7Ł - FUCK THE WORLD (PROD. SKOTSKR) *OG VERSION*

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by @zepelinbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

Video Dir. @Ty.Psd Out Now

ATLAS

WHATS YOUR NAME? W/ BUMBOI (PROD. LIL $WEDDEN)

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

out on all platfroms

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

LordHeretic - https://open.spotify.com/artist/46elag5GN6J2J4PIYgge3j?si=2TOJRr9eQUiJEHqfSmNubA

Scottie Da Ghost - https://open.spotify.com/artist/0JndwlI2WkbqsvAQA8M8vz?si=wocFeTXiRCqt3cVaEXDVAA

Esthetic Gloom - https://open.spotify.com/artist/5XxU0njPDi2rwkejq4cmEi?si=pDsxOOU-QYymhIfge3-eOA

Mix. KILLFI$H - https://open.spotify.com/artist/4YH2wxszm2C691Em8kP4nz?si=MJZvwbl-T6a5EtCTgtFs1w

Living Proof Karma Doesn't Exist w/ LordHeretic x Scottie Da Ghost | Prod. Esthetic Gloom

savage ga$p and kamaara - blood+ 〴⋋_⋌〵 w/ witchouse 40k (prod. novafled and deademane)

produced by : VEXD & nightrdd

Lyrics:

I was born in the dark 
Blood stains something of art 
I was laying there in the garden 
Son of a god 
Wrists clean , no sleeves - I was pure of the heart
But big G gave no meaning 
Should’ve known from the start

If the first time they didn’t feel it 
I’ll run it back for these bitches 
The bullet hole hears all 
But by then I’ve made my decision 
Made my incision 
Yuh I wasn’t kidding 
But they never listen 
You can talk to the Smithen 🔫

Boom when I pass em 
Known and bombastic 
Doom is the Latin boy that’s combatin you 
-Tin you 

I heard love is a cancer 
Pretty red dancer 
And smite were the men that live for that answer too 

I was born in the dark 
Blood stained all of the walls 
They was praying to god 
Horns pierced out of my skull 
Nurses screams shot down the hall 
They knew what I was 
- worse what I would become 
A bat winged gargoyle waiting for the moon to go down and the sun to come out so I could see what I’ve done 
And any who are holy will all know I’m the one 
I’m the bastard son 
See me and blast, your done 
I’m wrapped in hell fire 
Blinding light grab your glasses hun 
Imma leave the world FACE DOWN 
Help my people break out 
Can’t catch a case 
How they gonna keep my demon ass down? 

Boom when I pass em 
Known and bombastic 
Doom is the Latin boy that’s combatin you

I heard love is a cancer 
Pretty red dancer 
And smite were the men that live for that answer too

born in the dark

lyrics: 
swimmin through the red give me visions 
i’m a lone star 
go hard 
hit em with the BLAP!
he a blowhard
creepin through the night 
i’m on fire when the pole spark 
grippin it got me on go 
i got her soul 
she got my chrome heart 
shit be so dramatic 
this planet ain’t what it seem
hit him with the RATATATATATAT!
make him lean 
got the green lookin good 
and a puppet lookin stupid 
go head 
come and rush me, motherfucker 
get to oozin 

i’m a dumb motherfucker with the muzzle 
come and prove it 
hunnid sucker motherfuckers 
get to jumpin when i’m shootin 
long hair, don’t care 
like a model when i’m movin 
aw man, god damn 
got a product? i’ll improve it 
got a bomb 
and ima set it off 
and ima run from feds until my wrists is raw
am i an artitst? yes
i got the pistol drawn 
i’m screamin fuck the world 
until i piss it off 
i’m like wooo
ain’t nobody saucing like lil rezzy 
name a nigga sayin he doin it
can’t do it 
ain’t nobody rockin like the legend
say they down for armageddon
come to find out they been lyin
day is ruined 
i ain’t really flossin i’m just sayin 
niggas better get to prayin 
when i fuck around and walk into the room 
cuz if a nigga really want it, he can get it
levitate a damn Beretta 
get it bussin 
ima dump until he droolin 

ain’t nobody saucing like lil rezzy 
name a nigga sayin he doin it
can’t do it 
ain’t nobody rockin like the legend
say they down for armageddon
come to find out they been lyin
day is ruined 
i ain’t really flossin i’m just sayin 
niggas better get to prayin 
when i fuck around and walk into the room 
cuz if a nigga really want it, he can get it
levitate a damn Beretta 
get it bussin 
ima dump until he droolin 

swimmin through the red give me visions 
i’m a lone star 
go hard 
hit em with the BLAP!
he a blowhard
creepin through the night 
i’m on fire when the pole spark 
grippin it got me on go 
i got her soul 
she got my chrome heart 
shit be so dramatic this planet ain’t what it seem
hit him with the RATATATATATA!
make him lean 
got the green lookin good 
and a puppet lookin stupid 
go head 
come and rush me, motherfucker 
get to oozin 

i’m a dumb motherfucker with the muzzle 
come and prove it 
hunnid sucker motherfuckers 
get to jumpin when i’m shootin 
long hair, don’t care 
like a model when i’m movin 
aw man, god damn 
got a product? i’ll improve it 
got a bomb 
and ima set it off 
and ima run from feds until my wrists is raw
am i an artitst? yes
i got the pistol drawn 
i’m screamin fuck the world 
until i piss it off 
i’m like wooo

halted oblivion (prod. rose)

lyrics:
power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums 
drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 

my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur
i pull the blade and carve a path 
for all the spirits walking earth 
look at me and see a god 
who never got what i deserve 
my superstitions cracking portals 
far below is where i lurk 
i don’t try, that shit behind me 
double homis on the verse 
uh 
ay
i get the cake and i move on 
she get it shaking i’m too gone 
but i know she be shaking to whose songs? 
(resurrect)
brought the straps in the back of the u-haul
acrobatic, my tools strong 
it don’t matter, i damage then cool off 
you get bruised, dawg

power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums, drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 
my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur

terminal velocity (prod. rose)

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

terminal velocity (prod. rose)

do not resurrect ⌖

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