Fang (feat. Skorn)

STATIC

Blacked Out Sky (prod. ESKRY)

Keepin the hectic vibe hope y'all enjoy.

Lyrics:

capped out
background
gurnin till my jaw gon fall out
slapped up
no sound
poppin xanxs just to calm down
wrist slit
eat shit
fuckin up my life no doubt
aye
bitch i never took vow aye
gettin me so strung out aye x2

reverse evil dead
cos i'm  coming from the roof 
addict in the attic with a packet fulla magic
habit tap it when i pop it tragic aint gonna stop it cos it
automatic reflex traumatic defense 
lookin for a bitch that dont roll with the peace yet
lookin for a clique that dont show no respect
tip of a cliff jump off when i feel that

chaos in my veins 
coke pumpin to my brain
smoke to feel alive again 
numb to the love numb to pain said x2

baptised in the blood of the baphoment
black eyes oh you dont know the half of it
capsized off a boat in the atlantic
riptide boutta choke feelin asthmatic  

capped out
background
gurnin till my jaw gon fall out
slapped up
no sound
poppin xanxs just to calm down
wrist slit
eat shit
fuckin up my life no doubt
aye
bitch i never took vow aye
gettin me so strung out aye  x2

reload the ak
screamin out mayday
fuck this world
with a nuclear payday
war head
born dead
bloodshed
bitch wet
leave her ditch then
snort it
sort it
rope ripped
clip dipped
duckin all the pigs sit
down if you don fuck wit me
scream loud if your third eye bleed 
blood red mud
washed over my bud
red cup hold up 
i sold ya the gun
have fun  leavin bodies
when you cappin wit a shotty
hottie spotted so i roll her for da
mazerati then an audi
then i outta hear
fellin like i got no fear
when i'm peakin freakin
seekin all the gods
that yall beleiven
hunting season needa fed em
demons in my basement
better not say shit
or you boutta get your head clipped

cut my eyes out
make me blind now
take my mind now
take my mind yea
cut my eyes out
make me blind now
i'm too high now
just wanna die now

Blood Moon (prod. Santos Santana)

I don't have a cat

Lyrics:
yo my cat black and my trap sad
while you bag that i'll go make it back
while you stack racks i stack body bags
need a Cadillac automatic like the mac

let me freeze in the snow
watch the trees decompose
let the breeze take my bones
the disease cant be froze

under my eyes lay bags
not Gucci not Louis trash
it suite me I don't ask
replace me just need cash
my life be contraband
my heart been filled with sand
the ocean where i land
that's the plan

yo my cat black and my trap sad
while you bag that i'll go make it back
while you stack racks i stack body bags
need a Cadillac automatic like the mac

let me freeze in the snow
watch the trees decompose
let the breeze take my bones
the disease can't be froze

suicide on my mind all the time
gonna disappear   back in to the night
suicide on my mind all the time
i'm just waiting till i fuckin die

Switchblade (prod. Clover)

Dormant, soon not.

Lyrics:
night time night ops
three eye triclops
green sight red dot
clear light sight locked
here I head shot
delight deadlock
gridlocked pissed off
pistol go pop pop

coming through on the two way
shout who but the signal break
no charge less you bull
no running with a red cape
from an animal

got a target if you true
an i coming out the blue
get it started with a tool
take a drill to a fool
let him dig a little pool
for his red rebirth
that's 6ft deep
sacrifice him to the earth uh

we all got to eat and so do the worms
see me in the street you better shoot first ah

out o ma habitat 
how bout dat
crowd an i rattattat with the mac 
no turning back
open that Pandora's box
crack locks sent shocks through my mind
now i creep with a tech 9 turn this city into columbine
and i'm fine with it 
bodies looking pretty when they heart outside of it
shooting with a 50 cal from the clock tower 
clutch it to my chest an i fuckin die with it

pull up on a dealer like a god son
they look into my coat but they don't want none
she wanna line a coke so she can die young
grab her by the throat and i make that bitch cum yuh

think that they depend the deep end is seeping the grim reaper
creeping its coming the season i'm keeping the weakened  
so they out of your vision
don't come near me if you ain't fuckin with em ahh

night time night ops
three eye triclops
green sight red dot
clear light sight locked
here I head shot
delight deadlock
gridlocked pissed off
pistol go pop pop

yea they all think i'ma joke
look, into my soul when you get smoked
no  , more days its too late
you , don't deserve to communicate

Human Error (prod. ESKRY)

360 that shit

Lyrics:
yo quickscope
i needa quit dope
i needa quick smoke
i got yo bitch low
i down a fifth more
counta rounda hit doors
look in for the 6th floor
look in for the drug store

this a wasteland apocalyptic
waste man  if he touch the case then
he gone catch a spray tan

all over red 
an he roll over dead
with the hole in his head
got the coal  in my bed

cos i burn when i sleep
all my dreams covered in fire
like my words i don't keep
hold of a single desire
my empire it laughs when people
try to take it higher

leave me in the sewer
where i belong 
with the rats shroom caps
plague an bones
all on my own


yo quickscope
i needa quit dope
i needa quick smoke
i got yo bitch low
i down a fifth more
counta rounda hit doors
look in for the 6th floor
look in for the drug store

yea reset and i regret why i leave that girl she
decent 
reaping all the seed left this ain't a flower season

everything covered in thorns cutting through me like saws
breaking the laws of physics build me into a mystic
existence consume the scrolls unwritten

nobody cares if a blank page is lost
nobody cares if you die before you reach your height
nothing to be remembered by

roll through December the snow where you lie
you just an ember no flame an no light
why should they care if you go to the night
you won't last if you don't fight uh

and i'm last right now so i gotta break out
outta gas right now need a find a new valve

light up a spliff
my life i miss
watching it pass me by
climb up a cliff
reaching the tip
but my hand slide
i might grab on but i might let go
i might be wrong but i cannot know     x2

ASHY EYES (prod. Santos Santana)

BIG shout out to my boi KAZAN
check his sc: @kazan_is_dead_and_gone

Lyrics:
snatch and grab 
watch me grab the bag
zombie I relapse
over that drag the tab
over head with the cut
like i'm Hendrix
undead unloved unaccepted x2

electric
broken chest broken metric
reaching out with both hands like i'm ambidextrous
senseless 
bitch i'm the chemist
boutta overdose
go too sleep like the dentist
you defenseless

more medicated than most
an i'm coming from the trenches
tensing
undiscovered muscles I don't know
super saiyan super senses

red rum
run from the gun
I do not stunt
I get what i want
never done
on the come up
I cannot front
dressed like a bum

tattered image identity never finished
smoking spinach losing minutes
brain diminished biggest cynic 
witness me change the limit
witness me clinically
fucked up

blacked out tint
with the blacked out rims

capped out spin
got my cone packed in

running with the kin
i'll be ruling by the end

nova we explode
letting no one near my soul

no one near my soul x6

one day i'll kill us all

yea they fuck with the trap
fuck a little harder when i bust on the cap
yea they sleep on me nap
like i sleeping with your daughter no cuffs no sap oh

boutta chop trees for the visa 
gonna pop these till i seizure
knife in my back like Caesar
blunts on tap wet reefer

beds terracotta
lambs to the slaughter
clams in my gutter
red with the colour
Dam with no other
SAM for the choppa
xanned off a quarter
land when i wanna

we boutta rise
cycle repeats everything will demise
look at the skies
grey clouds in fleet bullet holes for they eyes 
cut all my ties
burning my bridges I can't find the right
side to stick by
so i go solo don't frame me by type

you hopeless
say you posted
no one noticed
swing with no fist
i'm an og
with the opiates
copious
how I cope this
dope n bliss
yea smoking this
don't exist 
when i'm floating
it's
if I can survive
that's a bonus
shoot for the moon
but my skull keep on blowing

RED RUM (prod. KΛZΛN)

/?/?/?/
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)

s p a c e k a d e t

Lyrics:
the winter might be coming but i still feel cold
toxins got me buzzing sipping Styrofoam
don't know why i'm running so i won't no more
cooking up like mutton there's a wolf at my door
i been fucking with my blessings now i'm left on the floor
wonder why i lie i cant fly no saw
less i'm cutting through these trees like a blade to my throat
fuck these memories how'd they break from the vault
boutta go ghost
lose what i know
choose to be found
when i wash on the coast 
redrum in in my mind got me spinning through my high
thinking bout the sacrifice washing over me like wine

fuck what you thought
i'ma do it twice yea
fuck what you taught
i don't need your advice said
fuck what you know then
fuck it hit it thrice yea
lungs gone feel smoke
my bloods alcohol

misfit with the wrist slit
got sickness don't visit
i know ya'll don't miss it
that a game that's different
don't fit in where you sitting
i got my own ambition
i keep myself distant then
roll up and spark my writtens

fuck what you thought
i'ma do it twice yea
fuck what you taught
i don't need your advice said
fuck what you know then
fuck it hit it thrice yea
lungs gone feel smoke
my bloods alcohol

Fuck It (prod. HOOLIGN x REVX)

produced by Fantom
engineered by @liltonemakingslaps
written / performed by @blckbrds
sample by Eddy Burback

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balenciaga v0mit

Faceless forever together we rot.

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

RED RUM (prod. KΛZΛN)

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