"connect" produced by @recyclexbin & @taylor
Performed/Written by @counterxo

connect

connect (recyclebin + taylor morgan)

shoutout all my friends
ty p3tro for the dante red preset lol
and tekkiebby for being the person i messaged all these bars to <3

lyrics:

flamin hot cheeto bars 
racing mach speedo cars
raging magneto powers
ways to be a nematode?
may i flex this vessel
it took 22 years to mold
take 2 steps ahead and
20 back thats why i feel the road 

my feet corrode 
im walking back and forth its getting old and now im freezing cold

off the ketty moving like 3 toddlers in a trenchcoat
vom spaghetti spillin out the bottom theres a stench tho
im a player in the game
u warming up the bench tho
ion need a ratchet 
i could hit u wit a wrench yo

inspector gadget go go gadget hatchet melee weapon
i took a blue bar i think i might've went to heaven
but then i woke up in the night i think it was like what eleven 
took another B707 im a fuckin living legend
im just waiting for the blackout
till i pass out spillin drink on my pants wow

nematodes (+bleachcraft +glacies)

prod. @owleeng + @iamerdo

lyrics:

do you think it's better not to know?
all the lies that spread when you're at home
people talking bout you on their phones
they don't wanna break your heart of stone

do you think you're better off alone?
or are you just dead inside your dome
no one's ready when it's time to go
are you really there or just a ghost

any word you got to say couldn't break me
never need a weapon i could wreck em in a daydream
all my brethren are some living legends on the A team
ima give em what they want man they waiting
man they hating if you ain't dead yet you is to me
i ain't faking this as real as it can be
yeah this as real as it can be
ima roll up all my tree
and burn away my memories

better off (prod. owleeng + erdo)

leaves are just tree hands

art by @digital_sacrifice on ig

lyrics:

shawty wanna dance on the dance floor 
stack the bandz more 
ima stack the bandz more
ima count these racks
pull out 50 bandz 
i aint worried bout subtraction
all my bitches bad
all my bitches ass fat and
ima smoke up all this thraxx yea
roll me up a blunt
hit it once
gotta pass that
im goin up jus like the nasdaq
1 2 3 4 shots ina back back

(1 2 3 4 glocks in my backpack)

handz (prod. kil1lvrr)

ft. @aidanjewell

[etai s0]
hit a lick and we juggin his mans
got the hammer my hand
walk in the spot im finessing the bands
and ill do it again
shot at ya top out the back of the benz
g wagon gon spin
hop on the mic and i 
shit
hop on the mic and im dissing your friends
(x2)

think you know me i dont know you
nor do i want to
i keep a nina and that bitch might blow u
show u what god do
keep a chop turn the opps into swiss cheese
ah
i got .223s lil bitch ion miss these
ah

hit the stalls go and powder my nose
all of this snow
gon make me act outta pocket fasho

[aidan jewell]
i got the prada vlone
she got the ventements on
money gon come at a cost
lives are gonna be lost  

trippin bout what i been on
what did put in the blunt
she got the double D cups
whip go 204, w/ oem parts
motherfucker gettin left in the dust

i eat the bitch for lunch
i eat the bitch for lunch 

wanna come over and fuck
but i been cold to the touch
baby who have i become?
i am not who i once was
skinny model, hydroxycut
coke problem, done w the stunts

bulgarian drill w/ aidan jewell

ft. @jaatheprophet

[etai s0]
broken glass falling out of my phone
i cant fix anything on my own 
that was just something i shouldn't have thrown
trying so hard as of now im alone
get any closer might break all them bones
i cannot trust anyone ion know
i hit the gas and im ready to go
i hit the gas not talking no pedal
you a lame never get on my level
talentless hacks i been saying im better
fuckin yo bitch you a pussy u let her
i will not go to no funeral service 
make sure that you heard this
spin like a cd in 3d i burn it
respect, gotta earn it
me and bro boutta teach em they learn it
fuck all that discernment 
me and my bro turn the block to a furnace
this heat that we working
i boutta be up on top with a smirk if im not in the back of a hearse by the first
im bringing all of it back in reverse and im not gonna slack on the last of my verse
im in a foreign you hear it go skrrt from the whole other side of the damn universe
thumbin these blues im a smurf
thumbin these blues so often it hurts 
cuts in my knuckles from running up hunnids i pick up a zip of the k for the low low
i crush it up crystal all up in my nose hole
the k hole i pray i dont fall in too deep
pop what i got and i fall back asleep
get in my bag when i listen to peep
yeah the xan boutta make an example of me
goofies are basically sampling me
groupies are basically trampling me
fuck what you wrote sound like ass on the beat
while i write and created a master da piece
i dont even have to release
and i still make a track that capture da beast
still eating after da feast what the bread on the table is asking of me
ion even want to repeat any bars in the song but i have to repeat
i hit it and did it so dastardly when i get what i want and i ask her to leave
smoking your homie no backwood leaf

[jaa]
All black suburban lurking, we back for blood we scanning shit we searching, just wipe em down no service, opp side they cryin hurtin, we blowin up no turban, I know them Feds tried serving, on the road no service, speeding through lanes I’m swerving
Hunt em down and murk em, free tazz til shit turn backwards, steppin on y’all niggas actors, this pussy ain’t cut from the same fabric
Raised by wolves shit yeah we savage, take em out no captives, hanging out the window spazzin, im spraying blood art just like it’s magic, beef wit me? You must be lackin
Wet that boy no caption, fuck his family who want static, yeah i seent the news shit tragic, bitch we left em out in traffic, we caught Waldo out here slackin, it’s so sad to see this happen, we all trapped, but take no action
I just can’t imagine opps got semis, my switch automatic, nigga I got gadgets, out his league, I’m out his bracket
Im still pushing taxin, these bums get no action, and my whip new shoes got traction, black out rounds I’m pistol packin

blood art w/ jaa

bloodhounds (sif)

lyrics:

pink and green xans

cosmo and wanda aint slick

and i whip a sedan like the mazda a stick

shawty so bad and she wanted some dick

she a eater i feed her n then hit the dip

two weeks till i change my name i got it written on a mf razor blade

fuck a tattoo not enough pain gotta get that shit engraved like a lighter case 

face sparking fire flames

one week till i change my name i got it written on a mf razor blade

fuck a tattoo not enough pain gotta get that shit engraved like a lighter case 

face sparking fire flames

cosmo + wanda (prod. nesquikhero!)

ft. @jaatheprophet prod. @troiner + @kyuro
art by @melanarc0tic on IG

lyrics:

[etai]
by my lone im making hits and never missing
dont call my phone while i be mixing up prescriptions
step into a cemetery lookin like a million
i got homies who i ain't seen in a minute

sniffing blow because my tolerance for k has hit a limit 
im surrounded by insanely beautiful exotic women
got no interest in em i just want a substance in my system
see the light shine through refracted by a prism

everybody wants the answer till it hit em
everyone wanna know what the meaning of life is
it isn't 
it's inconsistent
yah

by my lone im making hits and never missing
dont call my phone while i be mixing up prescriptions
step into a cemetery lookin like a million
i got homies who i ain't seen in a minute

wish i could walk up into heaven just to visit
but they wont play me yeah my lyrics too explicit
up in the studio im cooking like a skillet
i cant listen to our songs they reminiscent

[jaa]
Walking through the cemetery, I been off the beans again, walking over homies that I love but I won’t see again
Life just a facade, I pop a bean, this money rollin in
I can’t trust a soul, but if I go will you still me love then? I been on the road but when I’m dying hold me in the end

I could see the bright light, I could see the spotlight, baby fuck the limelight, we waitin til the times right

All day all night, smoke thrax get high, chewing on a xanny, ain’t enough so pour another line
Cruising through Miami and my brother got that Molly on em, eat em like they candy in the club I need another bottle

Fuck ya Hennessy bitch I’m pourin up my lean, could give a fuck about the color cause right now I’m sippin green

I got codeine in my cup, bitch I got Prometh in my veins, got my heater on my belt, he keep it up, I got the beam
I’ll turn this club into a scene, I might not be what I seem, I could make a couple calls and leave the shit up to my team
I don’t gotta be wit gang, I got my brothers by my side, keep on Fuckin wit my family and I’ll put you down to die, keep on Fuckin wit my brothers and I’ll lay em down to die yeah

[etai]
by my lone im making hits and never missing
dont call my phone while i be mixing up prescriptions
step into a cemetery lookin like a million
i got homies who i ain't seen in a minute

day1s w/ jaa (troiner + kyuro)

lyrics:

gasping for some fresh air
where was i last night 
and how the fuck i even get there
woke up crossed on a lawn chair
sharing socks, stay together
with the wrong pair
and the sky looks amazing from down here
hit the ground so hard 
when i fell off my bike
i was riding to your house 
yeah i could've lost my life
in the storm in the flood
there was mud up to my nikes
blood in my veins 
you can drink all you like
i got something to say 
but i don't know my lines
i forgot the whole play 
i got lost in the white 
cocaine in my face its alright ill be fine

gasping for some fresh air
where was i last night 
and how the fuck i even get there
woke up crossed on a lawn chair
sharing socks, stay together
with the wrong pair
and the sky looks amazing from down here
hit the ground so hard 
when i fell off my bike
i was riding to your house 
yeah i could've lost my life
in the storm in the flood
there was mud up to my nikes
blood in my veins 
you can drink all you like
i got something to say 
but i don't know my lines
i forgot the whole play 
i got lost in the white 
cocaine in my face its alright ill be fine

till the day it turns out that im really not
taking more than a couple shots
its not just me its getting hot
and the pills make my body rot
but i love feeling numb without a damn thought
chiefing down 4 leaf blunts like a shamrock

*gasp* (prod. @lin)

prod by z3nny
yeaurth deleted their IG & Soundcloud so this might be the only song of theirs still available to listen to

bulgarian drill w/ aidan jewell

etai s0

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