Produced by Faceless
Instagram: @munk.mpc @jaredsarroca

Break em' off a lil piece of something smooth, needle to the groove, attitudes like something to prove, making ears ring, brains sting, cut from the cloth of God, one to kick it up a notch, international champions, fists that love swinging, angels stay singing, kicking and screaming, drag em' by the collar now his, memories sparking disregarding all the pacts he made, exchanging violence gave the info here's an early grave, my words precision nothing less extraordinary vision, tried to warn them once, push came to shove and they just wouldn't listen, now for my final trick, Ima need a volunteer, how bout' your favorite rapper wad em' up and make em' dissapear

Put a hole inside your right wing, they never heard a thing, serving up a 16 pad thai with the patience of Gus Fring, the smuggler, Le Bois only supreme, trees burn, causing' concern, had the sky bleeding green, so get the fuck off my round table, I'm tired of tales, don't you know who's already tilting' the scales? It's time to bail, when you set sail on the ocean of travesty, erosion marks show who could of caused all the tragedy, sit up straight! combat medic sew your pieces together, light as a feather, they'll always remember who made em' tremor, start the war by December, by setting fire to the weather, skin the mic at your show come home wearing leather

Faceless - LosPollos

Produced by Faceless 
Instagram: @munk.mpc @jaredsarroca

Attack with the fist back always on track, lethal smack send you into a cardiac nap, now realize that there's something all you lackin', crackin' back bones calculated tones, sittin' in thrones in some new homes dropping microphones, it's all zones and levels, now you fucking with devils overthrow the top, spitting non-stop, position swap right hand made you drop, now I got to give my odes to Gen, you see doesn't matter if you got two or ten, cause' it's the same results over and over again, so look up to your God and then say amen.

Amen! Clap your hands and sing, let's all come together, clipping angel wings, and breaking through the sector, who do it better? I put the rope around whoever, feel the pressure, now they wishing I had a censor, but I ain't got one never nor did I have one, label me as the bad one, pay me off for the ransom yeah, fighting tooth and nail against any enemy I, got the "end it all" the "poison coated remedy" so, fuck what you think and fuck what you heard, I say it's over-rated, faded and fake, on the real, I seen the ways they just crumble and break, aeyo Munk, we coming at em' like the troops on the bay.

It's been our move for three rounds but who's counting it? I'm so sick of this shit you're musically unfit, take a seat in my class of English lit, hypocrite you transmit with no wit you're gonna' quit, so keep our names out of your mouth it's getting tiring, everyone admiring, it's really quite inspiring, we're on our way to the peak, your lyrics sound too weak, I'll critique your technique so please never speak.

Faceless - Storm

Beat produced by YSMbeats https://soundcloud.com/ysmbeats
Instagram: @munk.mpc @jaredsarroca

The boat was rockin' back left to right again, reached into his pocket grabbed another ten
smoke burning next to the business men, bright lights it was shining all over them 
In the grand scheme of things it'll never matter, off the ride and the people start to scatter, light rain had it only started to patter, slowly walks overhearing all the chatter

Unidentified just floating through the sky, experience the after life he already tried, up high, place that he once died, reborn just to say goodbye

Two foreigners washed upon a new land, by the sirens crashed upon rocks and sand, silencing singing so loud that it could deafen you, hear the noise of the city it's something new, sewage-ash and smoke that fill the lungs of everyone, blend amongst the common lay low like loaded gun, most important stay sharp- watch out for the empire, "where'd you get the money?" Tell em' you're a prizefighter, it's time to get a drink and pick up on the local scene, searching for a lead, asking what the crowd has scene, looking over their shoulder before a word was spoke, "son caution your tongue could end up a ghost" People disappearing everybody's living fearing, opposites cohering, rise against the puppeteering, face down in the river the friends and family float, meddling to far just the way it goes

Unidentified just floating through the sky, experience the after life he already tried, up high, place that he once died, reborn just to say goodbye

From the dreams of mortar shells turned in to louder bells, he farewells his fellow soldiers with parallels, couple more forward ticket was taken, Atlantic waters too clear to be mistaken, shipwrecked the cabins pressure was changing, the captain's worries only started to cave in, spinning fast singing drinking and praying, as we found out nothing could save em'.

Faceless - Immigrant

IG: @munk.mpc @jaredsarroca

Munk keep the air conditioning bumping all year long, the Nord himself from the north forging a new song. foraging forward the foreigners were stomping on hot coals. I said lets go for a stroll we made it up to the stage only thing that got praise was faceless causing the rage. Last time I spit they said el reno touched the ground. and in the center of a storm a single soul was only found. Just know battling with me is like going to war with cement. caramelize ya sample tryna set by example, scrambled the mix and seasoned it on a gamble. not like we've seen this before its nothing we cant handle  

That's why I'm bad for business, unbreakable character, stiff and rigged like I'm sticking to an old religion, melt cognition - suck it up bootstraps are pulling up, you think you're pulling the wool? Empty your pockets fool. I've got a nose for liars, rip them out with rusted pliers, I'm self-protected every state it's either laws or graves so, cut the shit and go home, cause' you can't sit on my throne, the king of rhythm separating boys from men I'd guess you'd, call me the schism, but I ain't no tool, realities that I'm from heaven two steps ahead of you, no subtle aggression, I'm giving free lessons, on quitting second-hand embarrassment ya poor bastard I'd recommend a therapist, cause' Ima' flame that ass like David Lucas human mucus.

Faceless - Mints

IG: jaredsarroca //// munk.mpc

Stuck on this flight, bad dreams crash in the Atlantic, spark up a panic, I don't battle semantic I'm spitting volcanic the transcripts redacted, now it's getting traumatic so tune in through the static, nine times the message, so clear through all the wreckage, squatting for the faceless flag pledging with all allegiance, charging death for any treason so don't give me a reason to rob the mic, I'll establish the fight, they fled the sight, bombardments hit all over ya camp, bloodshed speakers get damped.

WELL I GUESS IT'S TIME TO GAMBLE leave this building in shambles, populations holding candle in memory, systematically make the chips rot, erratically caught, I'm so sick of all this bluffing, guess it's time to raise the pot, 10-2 like Brunson yo I can tell where you were taught, the flop diluted, whole table is fluted, I'm suited, constituted ya hands polluted, I'm rooted, you know it's time for the looting, cowboys all inside the oasis saluting

Catacombs, dusty roads, people underground, communities of survivors, rationings and falling outs, no warnings, yeah that's expected since I was a child, no safe spaces needed bitch I'm the most dangerous around, who you think you're dealing with, some timid rookie novice? More like swashbuckler, master solace, grip her by the harness, split you down the middle double bet don't take insurance, blackjack sap upside the cranium when headphones heard this, renaissance man on the mic, paint pics and dropping sermons.

It's my turn to roll the dice gamble a battlefield, imperial perfection bass strings made of beskar steel, I got the armor of wit, drumming it down like a kit, industrial strength rhymes, not even in my prime, from cross to crystal everyone suffer the faceless missile, break them down and build them up, big dogs attacking at my whistle, I should start a fucking program whip these fools in shape, with out color all is gone, peace Taylor Hawkins pearly gates!
I'll keep the rhythm, lock it down, and keep on fighting loud.

Faceless - LooseCannon

Faceless - Departures

Faceless - Regulars

Faceless - Milk&Honey

Faceless - Jinxed

Faceless - Plunder

Produced by c mencia



Way beyond that shit, done a lot of time in my own head 
Did a few lows in my own bed, getting psychedelic
Got one friend, one goal to be a relic 
Light my cig, need some more nicotine 
How it seem looking like a daydream 
Left alone with a million lights 
Super hot it’s way to bright oh that’s right, on a quest for flight 
Now you get to see the best of me, he looked at the x directory, education on some trajectory 
Mentally planned on going this deep 
Visually started to sink, lost sense of reality so

Gotta be a bigger man than I once was, I ain’t sticking to the plan that I once was
On my path with a flag til’ the sun comes 
Cause I ain’t ever been about being humdrum 
Waters turning, lights are burning, victim of another sleepless night 
Took a chance got acidified, told you once so don’t ask me twice 
Know I’m always finna break through the plateau
We ain’t ever gonna fade in a blackhole 
One day I’ll be king to a castle, I’ll be back home, going back home.

(Written by Munk and Gen)

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