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In3021,EveryoneHasANokia - Prod. BINK$

Welcome to the future where the sky paints of red,
We got the coolest architecture, lots of Soviet flags 
And if you look to your left, you’ll notice statues of men, 
those which who pledged to defend, the revolution forever

and everybody who ever stood in community’s way, 
they got a face full of lead 
we sent them straight to the grave,

oh wait..it
it never happened that way?
Huh.. well,
Uh, okay

Well if you take a stroll past our community gates,
You’ll notice a place, where loads of people frolic and play 
after they spend about an eighth of their community day, 
doing community labor
for the community’s sake, okay

No need for payment, cause the food is in abundance,
people truthful and they prove it- they salute you just for nothin, aye 


Got all of the artists
making they art for the sake of the art
Take a look at the farms, all the robots are farming
The people are fed and nobody starvin, 
It’s

State of the art
all the labels are gone 
I mean off everything, 
there’s no McDonald’s or Barq’s 
It’s only quality products
plus a quality car
to get you where you need to go
and no oil is involved.. aye 

but you ain’t heard it from me
gotta keep it low key
we gotta watch how we speak 
cause shh..

You know those greedy people 
still be dropping the eaves 
like they was chopping the trees 
so they could sell you a sheet 
that grants permission to breathe, 
I mean permission to be,
or just permission to cease
and then they called it all freedom

I say, enough about them people, 
let’s get something to eat, 
aye, we’ll go down by the beach
and watch the sun while we feast
uh

As you can see, the people happily humble because we free as can be, and lack the capitalist struggle, uh

ArchiveXplorer2.0

In3021,EveryoneHasANokia

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Prod. @Kvervo
Feat. @Kvervo
Sound Engineered By @Kvervo

BackFromTheGrave (Ft. Kvervo) (Prod. Kvervo)

[KVERVO]

Cuatro gramos en un blunt 
Preguntan ¿Quien es?
Para mí vos SOS un mob 
Yo soy psycho 100
Pussy boys, modelos de ig 
Looking all the same 
Desde siempre fui RC
Tatuado en mi piel 

Ando eufórico 
Listen to the gunshots 
Wacho esto es muy comico
All this lame rappers fucking got to go 
Dicen que soy cínico but You would never know 
Poco me conocen pero conocen mi show 

Esa wacha me dice "kvervo sos un fisura " 
Nadie me maneja menos me censura 
Esos pussy rappers pierden la cordura 
Solo piensan en las views, ya no tienen cura

[DREADTRIPLESIX]

Fuck that, walk up in this bitch and it’s a bloodbath
Slumped back
you all nothing but a bunch of punks and here’s a fun fact 
You pussy rappers sound like you can’t wait to get punched fast
nothing going for you, you ain’t even fucking tough man

Fuck it, I’m not finished 
get diminished by the menace
You gon wish that I had ended you 
some minutes ago
Now you bout to go and get your wig split 
get your fucking wig split bitch, 

You a piglet 
Bootlicking motherfuckers 
got me super sick man
I can’t even pull the gram 
without reaching for a stick
I’m bout to school these fascists, aye

BackFromTheGrave (Ft. Kvervo)

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SomethingOffAboutYouAndI'mGonFindOutWhatItIs

All you people lookin done
I look like I’m getting started, 
say you got a bunch of guns,
but I’ve yet to see one
just know, 
if you put one to my face
you better let it fuckin’ blow 
and make it hit, cause if you miss, 
I’ll rip the veins up out your throat
with my bare fuckin hands and, 
words don’t make a man, 
it’s the man that make his words,
always talking like you got it, you ain’t got it, 
you a fraud and I can spot it from kilometers away 
and you ain’t even gotta say it, aye

Flex checks,
get decked 
you ain’t even set yet
see that money go 
when you blow it on a jet rent
say you livin lavish but I’m yet to be 
impressed and
fuck how much you bench press 
fuck it if you get pressed
Your bitch complainin to me, 
bout how you ain’t get her wet wet
If I was in your shoes
I’d have been slit my neck, yeah
Its gon come a time 
when you get completely wrecked and,
you gon think about me 
and these words and my inflection, bitch

SomethingOffAboutYouAndI’mGonFindOutWhatItIs

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HandoutMessiah - Prod. @Tangent-Beats

The fuck you know about a handout
I’m out and over, cast you out, 
like an outcast at a playground 
overcast and play my tape loud
take my watch off just to clock you
after combos knock you facedown 

I’m the type to bully a bully
to make sure you fully respectin’ the message 
that I’m representin’ 
rejectin’ oppressors, 

Guevarian death, 
headlined every paper in 67, 
and everyone in the world 
ain’t forget it yet 

However in contrast, 
one morning
two towers collapse, 

civies in the city die and only faking yankee politicians got on TV 
lying, to put the icing on the cake
they blaming ISIS to this day

I could it swear it on my life 
that the event was a performance 
And it’s all a pity party and excuse to make you give your rights up and put 

trust in the abuses by established 
powers when they choose because you clueless and they knew this 

[Che Guevara]
..now yes, history will have to count with the poor of America, with the exploited and disdained of Latin America, who have decided to write their own story forever..

HandoutMessiah

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Prod. @Lonewitch

CPU (CentralProcessingUnit)

We set it off boy 
you think you hard boy
I think you soft boy
you nothin but a fraud boy 

Get in my way, cause you clueless
I could just snap in you in two bitch
there ain’t a thing you could do my 
drive overload CPUs like,

I went and got with a crew and
sat down and drew up the blueprints 
now we done started a movement 
get with the system or move bitch

Oh, you think you bangin (aye)
You think you slangin (aye)
That’s what you claimin (aye)
I’ll break your fingers, (aye)

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sympathetic 
but truth is to be told, and truly you’re pathetic 
I get it, you holdin’ on
You made a couple of bucks 
You think you won 
I come up out my tomb 
just to tell you that you

wrong bitch 
I’m out the crypt, 
take you with me 
now you gone bitch

You just a lick 
take your lunch and give you my 
hidden virus on a drive 
You connect and try eject then
disconnectin but you fried bitch

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LateNightDrive - Prod. GetawayDriver

She hit me up and say she down to ride tonight.
I say send the address to me, I’ll be slidin’ by.
I pull up to her crib, park the whip in the driveway
She say gimme a minute I’ll be right outside 

I ain’t even have to text, she hear the engine then she know it’s me 
Twin turbo that’s the setup on my S13, got leather seats.
She come out then she hop in, give a kiss to greet
I put the whip in drive then I pull off, I leave that suburb quick 

Roll my windows down to feel the breeze,
while I’m drivin’
Slowdive CD blarin’ loud, down the highway.
Doing like a hundred twenty miles 
and it’s Friday.
I’m depressed as fuck, but I keep revvin’ tryna drown it.

We pull up to a spot right on the cliff 
by the valley.
The city right below us and the lights 
is shinin’ brightly.
She tell me that she having a good time 
right beside me
I say, that’s what’s up, she grab my hand 
to look at my rings

I say that one from my grandpa and the 
other one is my thing.. 
whole time she just steady staring at me and admiring.
So then I do my thing then drop her off and tell her bye, then
knowin that she’ll go and hit my line 
come next Friday..

LateNightDrive

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Prod. @FlowersBeats

Everybody talkin like they know me
They ain’t got no merit that’s certain
I could tell they was some bitches
from the moment that I seen em
I been living long enough 
to know some pussies when I meet em

Say that you the hardest but won’t do shit
always tell the truth and I could prove it
you serve it I provide it that’s a hustle turn a profit in the market I could offer you a motherfuckin job bitch

Everybody talkin like they know me
They ain’t got no merit that’s certain
I could tell they was some bitches
from the moment that I seen em
I been living long enough to know some pussies when I meet em

Always keep a burner never touch me
Blade flickin never lackin keep it on me 
If you ain’t got my money that’s a motherfuckin problem 
Imma pull up to collect pussy better have my cash in hand

Cash in hand, 
Rx Rx how I flip them xans now
I’m stackin quiet 
stayin humble 
while you flexin’ bands now 

Feelin something like Young Zee
All these bitches up on me
I got young dudes on roller skates 
they stay holdin my coke and weight 

Flippin drugs but I never touch em
I said fuck a blunt I just be hustlin’ 
that’s turnin nothin up into somethin
see you got potential come serve for me

Aye, come work for me
fuck them pigs they need a search warrant 
I tell a bitch straight up when she see me, 
just keep it real and that works for me

Bet you never seen no shit like this
That a git like this flip a brick like this
I get it then I sell it, send it off real quick 
You ain’t know it, but I got 
them damn connections

All hands on deck, 
grab a pound break it down 
serve the whole damn section 
smooth how I sound on the whole damn record
yo bitch tryna link cause my flow just perfect,
uh

flow just perfect..
yuh
flow just perfect
aye 
flow just perfect
now we know it now we know it

NowWeKnow

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Prod. @Lonewitch
Sound Engineered By @BROWARDADDICTION

B I O S (BasicInputOutputSystem) 

Dirt on my shoes get a clue 
I got something so old that it’s new 
Who’d a knew, that I’d do it like this, 
that, I would ever end up taking 
scissors to the noose
You got something on your shirt
made you look
I could read you front to back, you a (exhale)
You would never understand it, but I do, 
I move so fluid, like juice I do it, 

I’m proven to be true, 
when I speak it’s facts
You got a notice in the mail, it say you wack
I won’t ever get that message, you will never grip the essence, 
I’ll forever tip the scales off whatever you could ever get to 
thinking that the balance is
Stick you for some cash,  
jump the bank, check my balances
Buy a couple ounces for the low, then flip it to some mo, 
n buy poles with the profit 
Off to, do it all again 
so often, 
You and I so different aren’t we 
I get it done before you start it
I got it done and you ain’t started

B I O S

BIOS (BasicInputOutputSystem)

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GreystonePark

Lyrics - 

All my friends, they think I’m a weirdo
See the sun die 
when I stare out the window.
I’m outside, fenced in, now
I can feel a vibe- I’m alive 
when the wind blows.
All my friends, they know I’m a creep though.
Moon drained eyes,
let them bleed
as they shut, closed;
Internalized, all the times that I spent
in my mind. 
It’s alright, 

I’m just alone
Down in a hole 
Everywhere to go
But I’ve gone nowhere

GreystonePark

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Phosphorus

Show me where it’s at
bitch, show me where it’s at, 
you say you got that money 
so show me where it’s at (X2)

All these rappers think they tough,
flexin’ gold and a burner
but they just so out of touch,
really they don’t, much concern me

‘Cause I got the blade, I keep it tucked
I know if they steppin’
then they throats is gettin’ cut
Keep it about a thousand, 
when you see me comin’ up
Fuck it I got my fit on like a homeless, 
hella bum (hella bum, you know)

Fuck a swisher sweet 
pussy, drugs is not for me
If you see me don’t come near me
I’m so straight edge you might bleed
Keep a razor in my jeans,
phone and wallet with the keys
Walk out barefoot, like I’m Jesus
bloody blisters on my feet

Communist, fuck Donald Trump (yuh)
rest in peace out to Osama. (aye)
Bringing change straight into the game, (what)
presidential like Obama
Revolution, Che Guevara, 
I can do just how I wanna
Got new ways to piss you off 
just cause I been done fucked yo momma, bitch

Phosphorus ☭

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Things end, that's ture
But I won't be deterred now
I won't sink when the floods come
I tried saving you, because I thought that I could
But I see I was wrong now
Things always end this way

https://www.deadsoviet.rip

мир, земля и хлеб, товарищи!

@DreadTripleSix

Contributors to all projects can be found in song descriptions as well as album descriptions. By the people, for the people, we the people, no Morgan and Morgan and that's the slogan.

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Welcome to technological advancement. The year is 3021- monotonous labor is replaced by artificial intelligence and scarcity has been eradicated. Abundance is such that price tags don't exist. Homelessness is eradicated along with world hunger, violent crime and other such primitive problems which ailed the uncivilized capitalist world.

Distributive algorithms determine nutritional fulfillment after cross referencing with population density and agricultural availability.
Humanity has moved on to greater space exploration and issues of global warming have been subject to neutralization via the unified efforts of all groups.

Nations and borders have been done away with as well as language barriers. Translation chips are utilized by all in order to process all incoming speech to their language of choice.
Capitalism is no longer the dominating economic ideal..

CPU

DREADTRIPLESIX ☭