RoundabouT+(shiro X kxllakari)

W4nt The $møk3 w/ Brat & r!ley

Prod. Death.wav
There’s no such thing as Jordania

- Lyrics -

Don’t believe any word that they said
Or whatever come out of their mouth will be dead
It’s just fattening, maddening, they fulfill you like carbs in bread
I don’t associate, not proportionate to weak man’s hate
For the fulfilled nephelim, fight for the fun of them
Department, compartmentalize all of your problems and angers, we shall set aside
Today is the day that you gonna die
I fuck you up, you call it suicide
I’m in the woods, got another pie
I just do what I can, I don’t need another guy
Slaughter the pigs, eat all your meats
God shall forbid, deciding the meek
The weaker the will, the quicker they die
The losers reveal, the fight in them will start to fry
I don’t need your words my truth is within my heart
I can see your evils it’s within my eyes
You believe them treacherous lies
Stupid you think you luxourous
You cannot burden the weight of stepping up against me
Your task is laborious, I am notorious as the thing that decides what is weak
I eat the people and watch as they groan
They just moan
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
Put this Glock to your dome, it make you phone home, or you better go on
I got your bitch on my dick
She like to do tricks
You said she better than this
But what is the word of conman, who’s viewpoint is common, I do not leave comments, I kamikaze
I burn all you in your home, I might pick a bone, but I will never leave with any fucking meat
I put that dick her sheets, oh that’s what she sees, she thinks she got anything against me
I’m not one you should fuck with, you better duck bitch, I throw faster than you can duck fists
I brought power you can see in my wrist
I devour, no need to throw fits
Take a shower, spitting lead like it’s piss
I make you feel disgusting
Don’t talk about me and if I’m busting
I keep shotguns, keep them pumping
Bulletholes got ‘em erupting
Leaking on all the carpet
Can anybody here do something to stop it
I do not like what you started
I just want you to move with it
I hate your race of phesbians, but niggas dumb gonna confuse them with lesbians
I’ll sentence them to death at my feet
Show you all why your will is still weak

kill eat destroy jordania

Shoutout my brother @kenowontbreak for hopping on this
Produced by Me! (Death.wav)

Been wanting to do a little more melodic type shit, this one has a twist to it

Kary The Cross

Kary The Cross (Feat. Keno!)

headache (remix) BRAT $HG & BL@NE

Prod. Death.wav
very oldschool style beat and song

- Lyrics -

Don’t think about what I’ve done
Just think about what you do
Everyone that you’ve screwed
And everyone that has the proof
Tell everyone the fucking truth
Tell them how I’m done with you
Tell them it’s the end
No more no more no more

Verse 1 under the first sun, the cursed one
The hearse runs bring me to my grave, I birthed them
Reimburse them, that’s reparations for how you procured them
The black skin from melanin we got from your sun
God’s radiance shines like a photoshop gradient
The radius of influence is bigger than multiple stadiums
And still you break my heart, like I was shot within the dark
Yeah I harp on some the little things because it all just played it’s part
But you first captured me, like Cupid does with a dart
The silent assassin, that no one has heard
It’s absurd, the love of my life you come in third
Overheard whatever you say, roar loud like the thunderbird
But every word that I ever said about her
Was always of her beauty intensity, she’d hear it afterword
After words were said, we would love which led us to fuck
I can’t say I did enough, but I tried, is that worth sumn?

Don’t think about what I’ve done
Just think about what you do
Everyone that you’ve screwed
And everyone that has the proof
Tell everyone the fucking truth
Tell them how I’m done with you
Tell them it’s the end
No more no more no more

My painful love has been rectified
Sanctify, as I try, I watch, I feel sacrificed
It kills like cyanide, you’re deified to me
It seems you don’t share the dream to be
Within my arms under our sweet release to keep our peace forever longing for us to be
I plea for thee release, I hope thy agree
I plea for thee release, I hope thy agree
I hope to spread your legs like the Red Sea
That’s my sort of pedigree, check out my new degree
You’re an inductee to my hall of fame, an honoree
Honestly, you are everything, my soul to me
You are perfectly as sold to me
I would hope that you grow old with me
Beauty as I behold in thee
Like I was god I just molded thee
What you disclose with he
Nothing that you’ve shown to me
I don’t mean to impose, my nose is too long, as it always grows, but I must see if you are opposed to marry me

Don’t run away from love
You gave me sugar plum
Forever I’m with them
You hurt me and my soul

Within the dream, or within the seams
It’s too extreme, it seems you don’t have no respect for me
You laugh at my pain, what is there to gain from the slaughter?
I always thought your skin gleamed, you were forever my esteemed
But there’s no respect to be seen for me
I deem thee a charlatan, a harlot, and a slut
I don’t think I can love again, you broke me, I’m in rust
It’s a visual facade, a fad, you distract me with your butt
I feel stupid as stupid can be, I’m a dog but I’m a mutt
In this world given life, I was released then I was cut
Love is just a game, but with nothing to gain
I never will believe again, I can’t go out without this 40 I been spraying
These thoughts, always racking in my brain
Did she really love me, or was that just one of her few sayings
I’m praying to Allah to save me, I’m down bad, with hatred
My heart has been broken, I’m hoping it’s not cut open
I’m hopeless, wandering this abyss that I’m choking

Don’t think about what I’ve done
Just think about what you do
Everyone that you’ve screwed
And everyone that has the proof
Tell everyone the fucking truth
Tell them how I’m done with you
Tell them it’s the end
No more no more no more

I rap this for practice, this not no rap diss
It’s pain, it’s art, its all this
It’s all one
It’s all done
Because you left and I haven’t seen you since
I’m the lonely prince
No way to convince, you, that you should stay because you are my glue
Come back to me, or don’t
I do care, there’s pudding in the proof
It’s the truth, even though it never seems like
It never seems right
It’s just the thing right
Love is my blight

no more no more no more

prod.necu ii

major soundcloud rap

lyrics:

Bitches on my groove
Right, fuck boys say they shoot
Never do
Crusin coupe rides
new static the move
What it do
Whats witchu
Like, I been on that shroom
Causin doom
Major su-cide
Pick up that boy loot
Then I doot
Doot doo doo, like

Static on my suit
Like, static on my suit
Wait

got my nso vest on (snippet)

April 26th // 12:00am
Prod. Peyesee

Lyrics:
I am my mother's keeper
yea, yea, yea, yea
yea, yea, yea, yea
Aw fuck
All that talk on the net get you bucked
When you see me you better not run
We lit him up like we smoking on runtz
Inhale the smoke going straight to my lungs
Yea, yea, yea
When you go up better watch who around
Niggas be devious sitting in bushes the day that you lack leave you down in that ground

I was nineteen when I turned to a man
Dropped out of college, I had no more dollars was hungry and broke but I had me a plan
Fast forward the time now I count me some racks
Bitches on dick let me hit from the back
Oh you trusting that hoe boy you dumb as a bitch
You is not one of gang I don’t need your lil dap
I told my momma, I miss her, I love her
Give her the world there ain’t no one above her
She told me keep grinding but baby be careful when out doing business or out doing shows
‘Cause niggas be envious snakes on the low 
Look at my grass and I cut that bih low
I don’t got time for these niggas that plottin' boy imma protect my life that’s on my soul
Who is you testing nigga what’s the word? 
I bet I cave his face into the curb
He think he tough we gon’ spin through that block
Treat him like practice I bet he get shot
Yea, yea
So tell me what’s real
Is you my brother, you ready to kill?
I know that when niggas talk shit on the gang,  I put trust in my brother that blood better spill
Don't let none of these fuck niggas take you from the path in your life
Do what you gotta do
I believe in you as long as you believe in me

Aw fuck
All that talk on the net get you bucked
When you see me you better not run
We lit him up like we smoking on runtz
Inhale the smoke going straight to my lungs
Yea, yea, yea
When you go up better watch who around
Niggas be devious sitting in bushes the day that you lack leave you down in that ground

Kary The Cross (Feat. Keno!)

꧁☆Death.wav☆꧂

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