love your music, hope you're alright.. I feel everything you sing and rap about.. 💜💜

Have heard this beat somewhere before is this the orignal owner?

Love all your songs but after playing alot of your songs i rlly love your chill melow song and I realy love your songs so pls keep it up much love🖤🖤🖤

Future  TrunkS wit the Cut

Mattox - Future Trunks

Westside Cartel - Im A Southsider

prod. PREZ SINATRA

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

Lyriczz 

I’m alone Innit
And Every other tear is a waste cuh it takes a millisecond for tht droplet to drop n Thts another millisecond tht I’m never getting back Innit. 
Crying’s worth it sometimes, I gotta let it out.

But ur a man now pezz, wht u sulking about? bruv u got two legs Whts that hopping about?
I see roaming around 
Wiv a zoot in your mouth 
Even though ur pranging out 
Boy better go back to ur house
But I can’t see shit das I gouged out my eyes 
Yeah Smart move pezz, 
guess tht means no more crying  
Lol

…
Now I’m sitting inside my gaff
Wiv no mind 3am is the time 
Girl I really wanna kill u for cursing this guy
Damn.

No rest for you 

Its getting worse 
I’m seeing purple when it’s not there 
From the walls, It keeps on dripping 
“You’re gonna be a simp”
If I’m not careful 
Fuck it’s hurting way too much

Sorry that was a bad idea
I wanna smear her blood on the walls
And spell I love you 
Tear out all her coloured hair
Jus Make her cry so I can laugh
Okay, but I’m in love 
That’s typical 
Don’t you think you’ve hurt me enough

Keep contact minimal 
Vacate 
Dasomit (Pezz) dunkno ur love conditional  
Fake love 
Say I love you again I dare you 
I love you

Uh oh Why u so aggressive wid it 
I ain’t used to this

See das you loved her too
Shut the fuck up
Don’t you think you’ve said enough

Blood on da Wallzz

Prod. Pezzhead

Lyriczz

You keep pricing
Keep on pricing up
When the light is
When the light is off
Leave off 
I’m not an object 
I know you wanna own this
But I object 

(You keep pricing)
(Keep on pricing up)
(When the light is)
(When the light is off)
(Leave off)
(I’m not an object)
(I know you wanna own this)
(But I object)

You just force it
Never could ignore shit
(Never could ignore shit)
Miss when I adored it
Shouldn't even sort it
Still want my choices
(Still want my choices)
Fuck how you voice it
(Fuck how you voice it)

Dead everything
(Everything)
I don't have the energy
(The energy)
Not a friend to me
(Not a friend)
Bitch you been the enemy
Been the enemy
(Enemy)


Cursed villainy 
Narcissist volume  
Concrete teeth 
(Shattered screens)
No relief 

Texts that scream
All caps, thoughts creak
(Thoughts creak)

I been on my shit
(Shit)
She just want to hit 
(Hit)
This my shit no lick
(No lick)

(This my shit no lick)

He’s in the boot, no kick 
That’s your dirt, I quit 
That’s my wrist, no slit 

You keep pricing
Keep on pricing up
When the light is
When the light is off
Leave off 
I’m not an object 
I know you wanna own this
But I object 

You keep pricing
Keep on pricing up
When the light is
When the light is off
Leave off 
I’m not an object 
I know you wanna own this
But I object 

It's just like you to be
(To be)
Happier than me
(Than me)
Wasted to bleed
(To bleed)
I'd rather not speak
(I’d rather not)

I’m leaving, that’s dad
I’m that freak, that’s mad
I’m creasing, no paper 
That’s funny, I’m glad 
I’m happy, no sad 
I’m trending, no fad 
Don’t pick me, no scab
(Pick me no scab)

Dead everything
I don't have the energy
Not a friend to me
Bitch you been the enemy

Not a friend to me
Bitch you been the enemy
Bitch you been the enemy
Been the enemy

Have you heard them in the morning time?
When the lights dust off from our eyes
And keep the souls from cutting ties
Only love that's passing by

Receptors in bloom (Feat. Biv)

TRACK 4 of the "PEST" EP

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by akvri & ezrah
cover art by fxckjamie

HAVOC [PROD. AKVRI & EZRAH]

Colder than a blizzard, ice my veins im not no lizard
You garbage like you litter, the triple six wizard
Survival of the Fittest, Mobb Deep code switcher
Teachings of Abaddon, a blackened soul stealer
Retarded ass
Motherfucker find the body at the underpass
Pipe bombs using nails and some shattered glass
Impact akin to a sonic blast, piss black from laced packs, my time has passed
Sicker than coronavirus, please just keep your distance
Its a issue if you expect me to be you piss ants
Fuck you and your whole crew, you wont ever be like Missing
Cutthroat must’ve cut like butter, deep with clean incisions
666 soldier
Flip phone i can fold ya
Mental like an illness, man this sickness caused a coma
You copying, you opposite like polar, solar
Flaring motherfuckers do not roll up, hold up
Weed smellin, non felon, wont see heaven
Just my clique repping, Ima bastard, whys it matter if I live reckless? We all die in the end, bitch I been testing, my methods send a message, listen children

If you say you’d die for me I’ll put you in a casket,
I need you to kill for me not fall in with the masses,
Missing people we are all over the globe we massive,
So if you step up to the team we will turn you all to ashes,
This shit is dust to dust, 
my bullets are full of rust,
Friends aren’t the ones you trust,
So Watch your back out in the cut,
I’ll see you out in the mud,
Blade up to the bloody sun,
I don’t need your permission to kill a fake stab em in the gut,
Masochistic suicide,
These fuck boys tryna kill my vibe,
I don’t need you inside my life,
So fuck off for I waste my time,
I’ll put this bullet in your mind,
To make you think of every time,
You stabbed me the back and wouldn’t look me in my fucking eyes

Rare Case of a Necessary Death (prod. Sphynx)

The night  time sessions- A night time city picnic

/?/?/?/
Go show the artists some love for this moon!
https://www.deviantart.com/wannabegamedev

Lyrics:
Laundry basket
Causing racket 
I be on the sad shit

Wavy badger
Skunk friends
Stink of living lavish

Rabbit
Foot round my neck 
We getting superstitious 
Hope my luck'll hold out
Reach a new division 

Written 
so my lines I throw away
Prolly a gold bar in my waste bin
I been tasting where the safe is
Got that thick smell like perfume 
Gonna steal it hope I don't hurt you
Cos I feel it becoming virtue
If I rise I remember your third view

On my first track 
Take me back
I can't stick to one style
so i compile but I like that

i'm a sloth with a cough boutta let go
of every sound in my mind Charlie Hebdo
cos my brain boutta bust with the blood i said so
when it rain get lost in the mud
like that white rat
cat coming for the throat horrible

slice of life
i find quite
alright
WiFi die
at night
cos we lie
on sight
why we
here to cry
if we wont
speak true
i think you want
death
i think i want you
ocean roll off blue
endless trip
we through
life a dream 
to me
my dreams reality
we all fake i hate
people act all day
i forsake my shield
all i want is real
all i need is real

Murky Clouds (prod. r1ckxdr)

I ain't ask for shit,
I can't catch a grip,
Like the weight that's on they hip,
Tuck ya fucking lip,
I ain't buck, but fuckas push they limits in,
Never heard a word of him,
I can't let these bitches in,
Cut the flesh from out my skin, 

Fucka ,
Run,
From your,
Self cultured,
Lungs,
Don't ya
Just wanna,
Be,
one of,

You can find me anyday
My money dreams been fadeaway,

My life a scene that never play,
My mental pop, no heavy weight,
No heavy weight ,


When we gonna see the day?


I ain't ask for shit,
I can't catch a grip,
Like the weight that's on they hip,
Tuck ya fucking lip,
I ain't buck, but fuckas push they limits in,
Never heard a word of him,
I can't let these bitches in,
Cut the flesh from out my skin,

дерьмо

END (PROD. MEJ) [2019]

@83HADES - BLEACH FT. UNOFROMPLUTO X BROC $TEEZY (PROD.83HADES x MY$TIK)

#scfirst
prod. @sol-filshie

LYRICS

tofu
bitch i dont know you
what i go through?
thats the old you
what yo phone do?
lightin up goku
ima fuckin leave lil bitch
idk you
i dont know you
mothafuckin know you
bitch idk you
i just know me 
ima fuckin OD
watch...this shit blow up
you do not know me
nah bitch you dont know me
you dont fuckin know me
hope you cry when i fuckin die
in front of the police
tried to call me whole creep
come and taste the foety
put you in the charles river
thought u was my homie
thought u was my brodie
guess u on that bro die
you dont know shit bitch
the devils in my whole eye
oh my, swear ima fuckin buy
swear im fuckin nice
swear u couldnt know some 
shit about me if u fuckin tried
fuck ya life ill be fine 
ima mothafuckin kill myself 
this shit aint worth the time
shit aint worth the time 
shit aint worth my rhymes
 shit aint worth my thoughts
shit aint worth what i been lookin for
cause that shit never found
but still, you dont know me
you dont fuckin know me
bitch you dont know me 


shoutout amore and split for being the first 2 ppl that fw this song

uontknow (prod. solsa)

GULLY track 2

Produced Mixed and Mastered by @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: Na$tii
you ain’t on cause of yo talent 
boy you dick ride
listen thru yo songs and I was laughing
get yo shit right 
I been on that riot shit that violence 
what incite 
how you catch an ego talking big 
when you got lil hype 

steady making hits 
and been smoking in abundance 
I can’t stand the fuckery 
and all them bad assumptions 
blasting all my shit until that speaker give concussions 
and if we seeing12 come we kill em by dozen

stay hating on the gully kid
but yo girl fuck w my music 
got problems with control
if I like it I abuse it 
hit em in his stomach 
leaving bruises and contusions 
and I’m smoking Russian cream
but that blunt looking bigger than a Cuban 

80x put me under the grid
when the bell ring she gonna cover gully in spit 
kick handle in so we can go and plunder the crib
if you owe that’s some shit 
I don’t simply forget 
I need a cigarette 
now pass the razer blade 
been here for a second 
you want smoke then you gon fade away 
take it day to day only seconds till we all decay 
now single file everybody never misbehave 

thumbing through the rubbish 
where the diamonds at 
tell me where you find me at ? 
ready with the polish 
at the exit but the timings past 
you ain’t really built to last
you ain’t really ten toes 
leaking from the gash 
money froze now you exposed 
I got optimism but the glass is coloured Melrose
you ain’t really want it but you cop before the sale close 
now they selling tons but my brothers still in jail clothes

Hook: Na$tii 

grab the guillotine let it go until the jail close x4

I can’t see the face, but i know it got a pale glow 
bomb they limousine wrap they bodies like a pharaoh 
they can feel the squeeze just remember not to let go x2

Verse 2: Na$tii

I cracked my lips 
I take drag I rolled some hash in it
spinning of a fifth a federale how im taxing shit 
I ain’t gonna quit i shoot a badge till I’m a terrorist 
I ain’t even real I’m just a mirror up to a narcissist 

you ain’t really  gripping you a sweaty palm pacifist 
I been steady in it you ain’t even started spawning yet
Vietcong vet you a house pet 
I can’t even see you roaches scatter
once the light set 

roll my landlord in a blunt and get to smoking 
poison out the frogs back needles get to poking 
bleaching out my skin in the love seat while it soak in 
saying all that shit now you claiming u misspoken 

9-5 you serving so you don’t get 25 life 
now you fucking  pissed off
all you wanna do is fight 
Bobby where the kids at 
Bobby where that fucking wife 
Bobby in the suburbs grabbed a knife and stabbed a hunnid times

Hook repeats

Jail Talk

Biv - Tea Kettle

1800DEADBOY





Im Just Another Wasted Youth

I
Die 
Alone


1800DEADBOY

Faceless forever together we rot.

[ alt - https://soundcloud.com/blanketgoblin ]

Murky Clouds (prod. r1ckxdr)

Faceless 1-7

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