Empty Soul

GODLESS - UNDERWORLD (FT. CUPREOUS) [prod. CREEPSET]

Heavy Weight (Prod.DjMurk)

Smoke a sac (prod. kinghenryheadhoncho)

gettin buc

GODLESS - EMPTY SOUL (FT. qr!) [prod. qr!]

TRACKLIST:
1. TIME 4 DA TAPE(INTRO)
2. MAKE YO LAST WISH
3. STUFF' EM
4. JEALOUS SNITCH
ALL SAMPLES EXCEPT VOCALS ARE MADE BY MYSELF ON FLEX FROM IMAGE LINE

SELF MADE PLAYA VOL. 1 (*)

EXECUTIONER (PROD TRAVIS XANTANA)

MVRKMVCHINX
https://soundcloud.com/markmvchinx
https://instagram.com/markmvchinx/

Cover art by Fenryr
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LYRICS:
Gone in the wind
Gone for a minute
I’m living
Diminishing with every breath
Losing my time
To live on this planet
Take nothing for granted
And play what your dealt
Wish I ain’t felt
This
Feeling on edge
Can’t find way outta my head
Visions of death
Over and over again
Try to breathe in and I’m spinning
I wish it would end
Escape from the mess
Sending a message to those who don’t get it
I’m giving my everything while I’m alive
Finding a sentence to burn out the minutes
Stay one of a kind
Cause that’s all you got
Stuck at the bottom my eyes on the top
Stay on the grind
Nobody to follow
And nobody holding me down
Got nothing to lose
Ima live like my time is running out soon
Stuck in the middle and never know what ima do
Making it through
Know that I gotta keep moving
Wake up with something to prove
Paying my dues
Front to the back of the room
You know ima do it for you
But ain’t nothing new
I search for the truth
But come up with nothing 
I’m making ‘em move like I’m master of puppets
I been looking down cause I’m always above em
I stay holding on
Minding my own
Feeling alone and left out in the cold
Going unnoticed is what been hoping
I’ll fade into nothing and never be known

UNKNOWN [prod. MVRKMVCHINX]

well what the fuck
aint no way i was just sleeping
they saw me on the screen 
unconditional repeating

i saw my songbird sonnet
never getting clowned for def
poety slam contests 
battle rap and respect

i musta closed the curtains
dozed off and had a sleep
woke up with pinched nerves 
and dreams i couldnt fuckin keep

cant hold comparisons the same as i used to
in the past i held a goal just like a friend im fused to

unusual the same sensations never slipped away
looking at the television seen my future fade today

dear diary, what a motha fuckin day its been
buried all my dreams and made a list of what i had to bend

start a label, write a fable. get in front of people fuck man
its never good enough so step it up and make a plan



Fuck the rules, fuck the grind, 
fuck the jewels, fuck time
i can do it in my sleep 
cant nobody fuck with mine

i put my pissed off perception in percussion. 
me and you cant be compared its not up for discussion
plus the things ive done are slept on im fine with it.
and the day im put up in the dirt a couple can go find it.

fourty drops, and im just starting to get heard a bit.
fourty bucks its to much to feed a homie shit.

ive burned bridges and abacusses to keep from countin
ive spit sour saliva been pouring out like fountains

i spit it my way daily mad output and shit is high grade.
but i dont sell my fuckin art this homie shit can die today.

i fed the fam until my kitchen ran empty
the same fam sees me today and says who is he?

fact of the matter is im not the man i's spossed to be
supposedly i been having plans of what is owed to me
copin see? no throat totems of bros with heads chopped.
how the fuck am i to grow when no ones makin shit on my block

i pave my own road, silent soakin flowin code, binary throwin bows
im the one your value none to me spirit hung a gun to me
under sleep is somethin watchin take over my tongue for weeks
seekin somethin special right? bring you all a quick delight.

feio aint the same no more wonder where he went to
maybe he just lost his mojo nah i lost my friend dude
the good old days that no one told me i was in
i see new crews form and tops charts i cant begin.

see im the quiet type full time grinding,
seventy hours after that my skies are filled with diamonds.
invested thirteen years in my craft with no image,
i shouted fuck a brand but in my head ive lost repentance

on days like this a cynacist resurection with shattered illusions
this music game so far from chasin talent pure delusions.
i made fourteen tracks last week and that was chillin
i ran out of time in oh nine but thats deal an

now my tether is umbilical slipped around my neck again
maybe im gon make it out, and maybe im gon die again.
when im asleep i dream of what i was supposed to be
you know you fuckin up when you regret your future overly

feio calm down what the fuck is it you smokin g?
hope and faith a rope i wait then spoke and break they known ta see.
see my subconcious been bleeding into my reality, 
success has lived there and its been chargin by the hour to breathe

i grit my teeth and speak abundance when its time to wake
i tell myself my value and step out to cop cake.
i know which ones is all fake fuck em leavin dem behind
flow fidelity fuck the rest this is our time, im gone.

Dear Diary

Faces of Death (Prod. by DJ Mouzx66)

LEAVE YOU WIT A CRUCIFIX [ Prod. WHITEYE$ ]

DEAD ON THA NEWS [ Prod. WHITEYE$ ]

DJ ANDROMANE- HOSTILITY

PRESIDENTIAL

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Dear Diary

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