BURN NOTICE (PROD. NETUH)

Letting it burn 
I’m taking all I deserve 
Bodybag under the dirt
He won’t return 
Wait for a way off this earth 
Painting his face on a shirt
Counting the curse
Hiding the blade in a hearse
Witness the way they disperse
Sit and observe 
Whip in reverse 
No I’m not taking the time to converse

Swing for the throat with a razor, watch as they lay on a stage, I’m letting it go 
You know we come for the throne, he talking down, and now he a ghost
Dead in the snow, here for the show
No I won’t leave here alone 
Murder they wrote
Forever forward and searching for finer things over my tone, wait

Let it burn, let it burn 
Let it burn, let it burn 
Let it burn, let it burn 
Let it burn

Letting it burn 
I’m taking all I deserve 
Bodybag under the dirt
He won’t return 
Wait for a way off this earth 
Painting his face on a shirt
Counting the curse
Hiding the blade in a hearse
Witness the way they disperse
Sit and observe 
Whip in reverse 
No I’m not taking the time to converse

Letting it burn
Letting it burn, letting it burn, letting it burn
Letting it burn, letting it burn, letting it burn
Letting it burn, letting it burn, letting it burn
Letting it burn

BURN NOTICE (PROD. NETUH)

Ouija

Ouija (feat. Warlord Colossus, Sxmpra, Saliva Grey) (Prod. Blunt Christ x lil sleepy)

PRODUCED BY @TUMAGGZ
MIXED/MASTERED/ENGINEERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @jay-burgess-3

AK3K (@bluntedpharaoh):
pull the knife out my back 
grip the damn nine 
fuck with mine 
imma make him fucking flat line 
put a bullet hole thru his fucking jawline 
doing tricks with the blade 
hope you don’t mind 
yeah they wait for the day that i’m gon die 
i really hate when people think that imma nice guy 
imma murder everybody in your bloodline 
i’m pissed off
gonna blow up like a landline 
put my middle fingers up cause i still don’t give a fuck 
i should twist the fucking blade 
when it’s up inside your gut 
jesse really love the blood drip 
and i love the fuck shit 
when we get together 
there’s not really a discussion 
c4 strapped to my chest screaming suicide 
in this life that i’m l iving bitch it’s do or die 
i don’t know if imma live up  to see 45
so when i’m looking in the mirror bitch i’m terrified 
so i roll it up
give the weed puff 
i’ve been feeling rough so
please lemme beat it up 
i can’t get enough 
gon feast when i eat it up 
dick up in your guts whoa 
and my bitch a savage put the knife up to your throat bro 
whoa
going for the gold 
i’ve been on a roll 
wont stop till get my chain 
up on fucking froze 
so go yous a little hoe 
fuck up on my bro 
i’m ghost 
oh you didn’t know 
take away my soul 

JMattson:
Pull the knife out my pocket Issa bench made 
On the block and I’m feeling like Dikembe
Take a chance lil bitch you got 10 days
Need that money in my hand I need my rent paid grip her French braids when I hit from the back I’m a fiend hoe
Blowin money like I’m drunk at the casino 
Back with a motive to attack like I’m shego
They call me Vinny but I feel like uncle Nino C-notes in my jacket pocket with the blunt wrap, blood bath someone tellem get the fuck back, one strap on the waist one trunk bag, filled up with grenades don’t come back
Mothafucka if you really wanna problem we ain’t moving 
I don’t think they really want it hear em talk but they don’t do it
Run up on a motherfucker if he talkin like he stupid 
I don’t think he really bout it on his block but he ain’t shooting lil bitch why you actin like you hot shit
Totin pistols on the gram but you ain’t shot shit opp shit I been makin moves and makin moshpits godless tell me I should pray I’d rather not bitch
Glock out pull the glock out like I’m Witchouse 
Pop out with my cock out at your bitch house
Lockdown got it locked down like a grid now 
Ayy
Hellhound for the win now

AK3K X JMattson - VINNY & PAULY II (Prod. tuMaggz)

Ace Shadows x Mvko - Razorblades (Prod. Fallen)

Ak3k x Blckbrd - WITHOUT A TRACE (PROD. YUNG VENXM)


Tic Tac Tic Toc,
J’ai mal à ma caboche,  
Des gens se moquent,  
De moi, me trouvent moche.  
Mon monde est pixelisé,  
Ma vie, un fil de données,  
Je clique, je tape, je like,  
Mais mon cœur reste en veille, opaque.

**Loin du réseau, au fil de l’eau,**  
Un pêcheur prie pour le gros lot,  
Un poisson beau, bien gras et gros,  
Il ne vit pas au même tempo.  
Le vent lui parle, l’eau lui répond,  
Son silence vaut mille sons,  
Il lit le ciel, devine les marées,  
Son âme est calme, jamais pressée.

**Regard vissé, ça scrolle, ça scrolle,**  
Attendant pourtant la publicité,  
Les yeux, vers l’autre, jamais ne décollent,  
Cela pourrait bien nous irriter.  
Notifications comme battements,  
Mais rien ne bat vraiment dedans,  
Un monde saturé d’alertes,  
Où l’humain s’efface, discret.

**Le pêcheur remonte un sac d’objets,**  
Il aurait sûrement préféré un brochet,  
Une carte à puce, un jouet,  
Une étiquette connectée.  
Un téléphone sans batterie,  
Un bracelet qui parle à l’infini,  
Des restes d’un monde trop pressé,  
Jetés là, sans même penser.

**Sont-ils fous dans cette société…**  
Se demande-t-il, l’air un peu las,  
Où l’on jette plus qu’on ne voit,  
Où l’on parle sans se regarder.  
Mais au loin, un bruit étrange,  
Un pas qui claque, une voix qui change,  
Le connecté s’est perdu, ou bien trouvé ?  
Vers le pêcheur, il semble marcher…

**Tic Tac Tic Toc,**  
Le temps suspend son balancier,  
Deux mondes s’observent, sans parler,  
Un regard, un doute, une clarté.  
Et si le lien n’était ni câble ni onde,  
Mais un silence partagé, une seconde ?  
Le pêcheur tend la main, sans réseau,  
L’autre hésite… puis lâche son techno-fardeau.

Juste un regard vrai.
C’est beau !

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Regards TicToc

FUCKYOUAK X DOWNPOR - ACE OF PENTACLES [Prod. Griesgrammar]

The Devil Was My Uber driver

stream - http://song.link/us/i/1496329696

All black, cash in the stash spot with the new gat
Shorty tell me that she love she gon' bussit, throw it back
Little boy you a stain, you a fake, that’s that
Bottom row full of gold keep a pole no cap

And she ridin dick real thicc no photos
While you posting pics on the gram in your polo
Can I stick around for a minute? Aw hell no
I quit hittin licks when I made it out the jungle 
Bought that bitch some Gucci now she standing at attention
I keep catching feelings now I’m back into remission
You ain’t put in half the work I did when I was 15
I ain’t need shit from a bitch

All black, cash in the stash spot with the new gat
Shorty tell me that she love she gon' bussit, throw it back
Little boy you a stain, you a fake, that’s that
Bottom row full of gold keep a pole no cap
(x2)

ALL BLACK

stream

LYRICS


MVKO

Black suit and a black mask bitch here to cause problems not here to fight crime, hoooh, 
You don't wanna see what's in my backpack give a veteran flashbacks leave a body outlined,
Walk barefoot through a field full of land mines rounds in the clip that will eat your whole bloodline hungry for the money bout to cut the whole lunch line got models takin lines to the face thats a punch line,

Feel like agent all my Doors need an eye scan,
Feelin paranoid Keep 2 clips on the nightstand, 
Sick of everybody always thinkin im a nice man,
I'll rob your money buy a plane and fly to Thailand, 

Been up for days,
Get the fuck out my face,
Your bitch hit my line she slide to my place,
We Know you can't hang,
So Come meet your fate,
One hit from the blunt make you fly into space,

Rounds from the choppa leave you lookin like spongebob, 
Hell dog cartel cuttin bricks with a bonesaw,
Pistol on hip Arthur Morgan im an outlaw,
Got a problem im a doctor bout to make a house call,
Sliver like a snake severus, 
Bitch i lean when i bust, 
Headshot clean when I rush,
Tire screech kickin up dust,

Pull up to the bank,
When I walk inside that motha fucka everybody know my name,
We are not the same,
You ain't stand for nothing go seppuku motha fuckas watch you fall upon your blade, yuh 
Poison in the clip we gonna aim it at your head,
My Middle finger to the world dont give a fuck about a bitch,
Got a couple killas in the clique,
Better go and sew on up your lips Instead of fuckin talking shit, 

Mvko tha drako,
Stack up my bankroll, 
Lean in my faygo,
I'm getting fucked up,
Where did the day go,
Im out in Waco, 
Ima keep on pushin till i get my halo,

Stickin round the flame like a blacksmith,
Your bitch room smell like cat piss,
She move my dick around her lips like chapstick,
Givin her the dick then its back to the labyrinth,


JMATTSON 

Black shoes and a all black fit mothafuckas thinking they could fuck with JMattson 
classic 
Known to roll a blunt and never pass it 
wax hit put me in a mothafucking casket 
I’m on the move and I stay with a bad bitch
Pussy mothafucka catch a fat lip
Actin gonna get you caught up in the action 
talkin like you with the shit but silent when it happen whoa
Don’t call me your bro 
Stupid motherfucker why you coming back for mo?
Torture methods imma have to dig em up a hole and when I’m done with em the body unidentifiable 
Fuck out the way bitch 
I’m out the matrix 
suicidal thoughts 
but somehow I made it 
Run out the bank with 
uncounted payments
I’m a nice guy til I run out of patience 
Whipping in the honda bruh 
these bitches wanna follow us 
they tryna fuck and swallow nuts 
I’m headed to andromeda 
you talkin shit anonymous 
it doesn’t even bother us 
I turn up like the volume does
Bitch boy talking online think it’s fun til he find out I’m the wrong one 
Imma catch him lacking me and Mvko beat his ass until the mothafucking song done

Swiper No Swiping feat. JMattson (Prod. FALLEN)

*AMV ON IDLEGLANCE’S YOUTUBE*

Violent
Whole gang riding
Really wanna kill a motherfucka but I’m vibin
Whole thang sliding
Back when you bust it
People got clout but they only on fuck shit
Minds don’t function
I can’t stand it
Quick scope the pussies like a motherfucker planned it
I feel stranded
Deep inside my brain
I don’t even miss reminiscing back up on the days
When things was easy
Sunny day breezy
Now I take drive as I’m puffin on a bleezy
Inhale exhale take a deep breath
Depression is a feeling got a feeling in my chest
And I don’t feel to worthy of this life of living breath
I get stuck up in a cycle repetition is my end
Track after track I’m broken broken
Lil Pisces i be stuck in the ocean

Mind on hold when the line go flat
Said Shine don’t hold when the mind go bad
Got a damn gold mine in my mind hold that
Take a piece at a time when I write cold raps

Wanna live wanna die
But I know I will survive
So I’m  sticking  to the grind I’m about to multiply
I be stacking up my pockets till I double double back
Me and flowers made a brand now they gripping on the sac

Mind on hold when the line go flat
Said Shine don’t hold when the mind go bad
Got a damn gold mine in my mind hold that
Take a piece at a time when I write cold raps

The Devil Was My Uber driver

Eddie Fresco