FOR GOD [PROD. ERROR SVI]

runaway (feat. Prof X) prod. noeblee

Prod. Sixthells

Lyrics

"𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭
𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭
𝘚𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥
𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭"

I swear everyone the same
They don't care about us 
We don't care about them
I never talk too much
I just keep my mouth shut
Never get in my brain
I'm just trying to live my life here
I think you never liked me
Fuck you that's my wifey
Might be no tomorrow
Seeing how the days goes by
Everyday we vibing

Keep on going while the pain grows
Inside the shadow of the moon
And every record I produce
Just make me closer to my tomb
Oui oui I don't need no toolie
Flowin like water Bruce Lee I'm never losing
Paranoid unemployed thinking I might lose it
I don't care you're a noise
And you get anoying

Hundred blades on my skin
Dying trying to live
Cutting pieces when I sin
Tell my demons we gon win
Hang with demons they my friends
You a hater don't pretend
Die if you agaisnt me
Die if you ain't with me
Hundred blades on my skin
Dying trying to live
Cutting pieces when I sin
Tell my demons we gon win
Hang with demons they my friends
You a hater don't pretend
Die if you agaisnt me
Die if you ain't with me

Die
You a fake 
You a bitch
You a lie
They will tell
With time
You a rat in a shell pay the price
Die
You a fake 
You a bitch
You a lie
They will tell
With time
You a rat in a shell pay the price

I swear everyone the same
They don't care about us 
We don't care about them
I never talk too much
I just keep my mouth shut
Never get in my brain
I'm just trying to live my life here
I think you never liked me
Fuck you that's my wifey
Might be no tomorrow
Seeing how the days goes by
Everyday we vibing

hang with demons they my friends

Risky tikky time bomb
In my fuckin mind-gone
insane in the brain,
Its looking like im gon sign-off
,But I wont, Im the goat
This a different man talking now, this the fuckin yolk
Im the core of ya soul,, evil when it knows
Good before the blood splatters on the fuckin snow
You're rotten to the core
Even god and i know  
Im holding through you on that pen before the 5-0
Arrive at the scene with a pistol eyed rope
Hanging me like noosence but im in the rhyme zone
So im taking up that glock and I blow their time off
Blood splattered on the wall make their bodies cough 
Im gonna message them I mean it
Write their names in red I screen it
Post it on the net and Bee it to a line where im more needed
psyche when im righteous feeling manic with a glow 
It's crazy it's obscene it least I keep it  underground

TRASH GANG AMV

SOULCALIBUR (PROD. WXRST)

I’m all alone here.

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It’s a still night, this time I can really feel
When will you stop all the lies, I think that my skin will peel
Give it time, that I did, but alas it didn’t change
You weren’t mine, anyways, think this windows gonna break

Piroutte, around the room, all I do is play the tune
I’m coerced but not a man, I can’t be that after you
I still shake, everyday, consequences of your face
Got what you want, and that’s ok, but I was left a torn out page

It’s a still night, see me in the porch light
Porcelain is bound to break underneath its confines
I would pray for sunshine, I would hope for better times
But every single damn night, I was thrown into the rain

Wake up in the cold air, underneath a moonshine
I don’t know how it happens, till I trace the foot lines

My window was broken

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THEARCHITECT // FT SLEEPYBOY HOMELESS (PROD. THE VIRUS AND ANTIDOTE)

We got back in time,
Those kisses on my eyes
Keep lips between your thighs
Those eyes could save my life

Business caught your line
No ribbons tied tonight
And you're my restless cuts
It's in my darkest nights 

I wish you best, but you don't,
Don't give me land of my own,
Don't give me land of my own

I get it now,
I hate the sound,
Don't hold my wrongs

Don't give it out
Don't speak it loud
To be so close

Blood to the knuckles got me fucked up,
Another bad bitch gettin tucked up,
I don't wanna find love when I get there,
I don't wanna find love, when it's all gone


You don't gotta see me no more


No I don't want to know,
Lean on they dust,
All in they thoughts, 
Lean in they cup,
All by myself,
They'll need for now,
Down on my odds,

Down my odds 3x

Get the fuck up,
I don't give a place up,
I don't give a place up,

You don't gotta see me no more 

We got back in time,
Those kisses on my eyes
Keep lips between your thighs
Those eyes could save my life

Business caught your line
No ribbons tied tonight
And you're my restless cuts
It's in my darkest nights

damned

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OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO: 

https://youtu.be/Z9paQJrgZH8

Cauterized feat. Hood Ramsay (Prod. Undaground)

Raging alcoholism type track. 
@c3of
@lvstforpain
@ventingpalace
prod @wyntyr
Art @c3of @ventingpalace

[LORD DISTORTION]
Fuck an opp
Head leaking throw the molotov
Saw it off
Pussy pull up and he falling off
Fuck your set
Tuck that semi with the hover jet
Bus it then
Flip that product boutta come again

Lethalist weapon I'm trippin not seeing direction
Its Feverish dreams in a separate dimension
Firvilous figure that pistol go screeching its endless
Get left in the river so seeping and wetted

I whip out the beam and its ended
I sell to fiends in the section
Fuck with the piece with the weapon
I pop a bean to forget it

wanna come up at the set
Spaz go bussin instead
that mag blow bodies in check
Got your girl in the bottomless depths

[PAPA SLEEP]
Break in your house and I kick in your head
Sipping that dirty sipping that fluoride
Pigs pull me over I know that a cop died

I'm boutta bust
You bite the dust
Rip off the crust
No one to trust

Too much testorone blow out your veins
Play dead like a possum you all the same
You boutta blow like the drum in your mouth
You got that poor taste irony sweeter than sorbet

Baseball bat to the head we be playing blood sports
Dirty stick I pick it up right up off the ground
You so greasy cant get bound down
Bounce out
Ain't about the Gaza watch your luck run out
better getting to running now

[LVST]
ay ay

pull to yo block with the k

tucking the 40 right next to the blade

blade to yo face if you throwing that shade

ahhhhh

why are u pussys still sippin on lean

yall a clone of the image dont copy the team

heroin needles bitch i am a feen

epidermic king but im still lookin clean

plenty green
on the scene
with a beam
at yo spleen
russian cream
with the kush
wait she gotta bush
she talking to much had to tell her to sush
plot the 11 like reagan and bush

pussy so pink like strawberry crush
you be making no bands man u blow it and flush
stomp your head till u purple and turned into mush
u dont know bout my limits till all of them pushed

[VENTING PALACE]
I'M KICKIN THE BUCKET BITCH FUCK THIS
I NEED A NYMPHO WHO LOCKS LIPS
YOU AND YOUR OTHER STAY SMOKIN' THAT CAT PISS
RUN UP ON THE SET YOU GET PRICKED LIKE A CACTUS

TIP TOEING
SNEAK DISSIN'
DABBIN' UP
SOME LIVE RESIN
QUIT BITCHIN'
THE RAP GAME IS MY MISSION
YOUR FLOWS LAME
AIN'T CREATIVE
YOU BETTER GET BETTER
BEFORE WE TAKE OVER BOY
WHY ARE YOU FLEXIN
YOUR MUSCLES LOOK FRAGILE BOY
I KEEP A KNIFE IN MY CORDUROYS
JUST IN CASE ANYONE LACKIN JOY

GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP
GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP

GAZA 2500 w/ SAINT SLEEP, LVST, VENTING PALACE [PROD. LUCY WYNTERS]

[PROD. SIXTHELLS]

I remeber the days I used to pray for love
Stuck against that wall I couldnt feel no one
Stuck inside myself
There ain’t no way around it
Stuck inside my head
I couldn’t speak I wanted

All these toughs taking over my brain
Im fucking stuck
In this life only pain could reign
Its never enought
You can duck
But the problems won’t change
Run outside my friends
Keep your head up in the rain

Life ain’t changing
Still the same thing
Bring my money up
Feeling strange
I think im sick
From all these fucking drugs
Always running for my faith I never take a loss
Always kept everything inside but I take over now

Fuck shit up
Go to sleep
When you wake up Im gone
Fuck the 12
Fucking pigs
They will burn to the ground
I was there 
I could see them
They were fake all the time
I was scammed
And I mean it
Somebody pray for me now
Fuck shit up
Go to sleep
When you wake up Im gone
Fuck the 12
Fucking pigs
They will burn to the ground
I was there 
I could see them
They were fake all the time
I was scammed
And i mean it
Somebody pray for me now
Fuck shit up
Go to sleep
When you wake up Im gone
Fuck the 12
Fucking pigs
They will burn to the ground
I was there 
I could see them
They were fake all the time
I was scammed
And i mean it
Somebody pray for me now

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