Fukkit

MAKE U FEEL

Make You Feel

SpaceGodsNeverDie ! (Prod. UKNWWN)

Prod. https://soundcloud.com/gakishiruka

CAmE FOR NECKs 
FUCK YOU ALL 
I HATE Yu

RUN FROM US (Ft. ZOTiYAC) [Prod. GAKI]

GO TO THE STO FT FUKKIT & KAMIYADA(PROD BY BLVC SVND)

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IMA MURK YOUR SISTER (PROD. TUMMYDANG)

mixed by chris vayle.        lyrics:                              HOLD UP, WAIT/
IM ON MY WAY/ 
Y'ALL NIGGAS CAN'T TAKE WHAT THE FUCK I SAY/
YOUR LANE I CLAIM/ 
MY GAME YALL PLAY/ 
IT ALL STAY SAME BUT THE FACE JUST CHANGE/ 

HE A FAT TITTY BOY SO I TOOK TWO CHAINS/ 
SHAWTY GON CHOKE WHEN I SLAM LIKE KANE/ 
FACEBOOK POKE WIT DA BITCH FIRST DATE CUZ THE INCHES ON MY DICK COVER HALF OF MY AGE/ 

WHAT ABOUT FUKK/
MY MAIN BITCH SUCKED HIM/ 
WHAT ABOUT LOVE/
SHE NOT THROUGH SUCKING/ 
WHAT ABOUT TRUST/ 
I KNOW YOU AINT CUFFING/
I CALL Y'ALL RAISE/
OH SHIT HE AINT BLUFFING/ 
AND WHAT HE WANT SAY/
LIKE REALLY BRO NOTHING/
HER GOD DAMN FACE IS THE PLACE I'M NUTTING/ 
IT'S ALL OKAY CAUSE I KNOW Y'ALL STUCK IN/ 
I'M STILL ON THE HUNT SO Y'ALL BETTER START DUCKING/


CUZ IS RESTLESS RESTLESS RESTLESS/
MARK THE X'S OFF MY CHECKLIST CHECKLIST CHECKLIST/
KILLING EVERYONE SO TEMPTING TEMPTING TEMPTING/
BREATHE THE CANCER IN ASBESTOS BESTOS BESTOS/

Asbestos (Prod. Clipped)

mixed by chris vayle.       lyrics:                                         
TOP GOT A REAL LONG WAIT SUICIDE WAITS NOW THEY GON STALK MY PAGE/
GTFOMW AND THAT'S ALL DAY CON-CRETE SHAPE HIS INSIDE CONCAVE/
GOT THE K SO I LAY LOW TIL BROAD DAY "AW SHAME" HE WAS SO SANE WOW STRANGE/
BACK ON MELROSE WIT STACY IN BROAD DAY L.A SMOKING WIT NAS ON SWADES/
PATIO IN THE BACK GOT THE CITY VIEW/
STUPID BITCH GIMME BRAIN TIL I'M STUPID TOO/
EVERYTHING I MADE SIMPLE WAS DIFFICULT/
TOOK A ME TO MAKE YOU ONLY TOOK A FEW/ 
RADIATE ENERGY THEY WANNA DEMONSTRATE/ 
SEPARATE ME FROM THE CHEMISTRY/
ENVY ME, LEAVE ME ALONE TIL YOU BETTER PLEASE/ 
DON'T BOTHER SPEAKING EXCESSIVELY/
HOLD ON, WAIT/
NO ONE, SAFE/ 
MEMBER GAME IS OVER LIKE THE AUTO-SAVE/ X [4]
I'M SO SURE THEY'LL FAAADE AWAY, 
NOT SO SPECIAL ANNNYWAY/ 
I'M SO SURE YOU'LL FAAADE AWAY
JUST DONT WAIT ANNNOTHER DAY/ X [4]

*YA-YA ADLIB UNDER FAAADE AWAY*

Another Day (Prod. Clipped)

LYRICS:

YEA,
YOU CAN GET STUCK LIKE A SEMTEX, YA
FOLDING IS PROLLY YO BEST BET, YA
WATCH HOW HE FAILING THIS STRESS TEST, YA
FUCKING HIS BITCH ITS HER BEST SEX, YA

I DONT CARE SHIT BOUT THE NEXT NIGGA SHE GON' DROP NECK NIGGA THATS JUST MY BEST GUESS YA

I DONT EVEN CARE BOUT MY NEXT BITCH YA

SEND HER ASS HOME TO WATCH NETFLIX YA

I KILL MYSELF CAUSE MY DEATHWISH LINGER THAT SHIT GON DEPRESS ME, UPSET SHIT YA/ 

WANNA SEE CIVIL UNREST SHIT, YA/

THROWING THAT TEA IN YO EX BITCH YA/ 

THROW ME THAT NECK LIKE A BAD BITCH INSTAGRAM TWITTER YOUR ONLY INVESTMENTS YA/

I KEEP MY MIND ON THE NEXT SHIT YA/

EVERYTHING BIGGER LIKE TEXAS YA/ 

DIME IN YO BLUNT IS BOUT 10 CENTS READIN YO MIND WHILE I FINISH YO SENTENCE YA/ 

YOU LIL NIGGAS PRETEND SHIT INTERNET FLEXIN ALL TALK IN MY MENTIONS YA/

DEAD IN THE WATER LIKE FREE WILLY HE STOLE MY FLOW SO IM MAKING HIM LOOK SILLY/ 

BACK WITH THAT CANCER EXTENSION YEA/

CONNECT IT INSIDE YOU LIKE TETRIS YA/

YOU CAN GET STUCK LIKE A SEMTEX, YA
FOLDING IS PROLLY YO BEST BET, YA
WATCH HOW HE FAILING THIS STRESS TEST, YA
FUCKING HIS BITCH ITS HER BEST SEX YA

I DONT CARE SHIT BOUT THE NEXT NIGGA SHE GON DROP NECK NIGGA THATS JUST MY BEST GUESS YA

I DONT EVEN CARE BOUT MY NEXT BITCH YA

SEND HER ASS HOME TO WATCH NETFLIX YA

SAY LESS WIT THEM DEATH THREATS, YALL BOUT TO GET YA SHIT LICKED LIKE A FRENCH KISS ‘MEMBER I SAID THIS/ 

RED ALL AROUND ME LIKE SATAN’S APPRENTICE/ 

I UPLOAD MY BLUNT AND ITS DATPIFF/ 

YOU AINT MY FRIEND BUT YO BITCH ON MY GUESTLIST,

IM THINKING BOUT TESTIN OUR FRIENDSHIP/ 

DALE YA TU SABE I GOT GAS INSIDE MY RENTAL WHIP/

THIS 9 AINT COSMETIC CATCH A HOLLOW TIP/ 

ILL LEAVE YOU ALL BLOODY LIKE PERIOD, 

NIGGA YOU AINT HEARING IT IM FAST LIKE FURIOUS/

HE TRYNNA HIT THE RACE SO HE CLEARING IT IM SPRAYIN AT HIS WINDOW BULLETS STUCK IN THE INTERIOR/

HIGH ENOUGH WHERE EVERYONE INFERIOR,

GOT THE FIRST 3 SO A NIGGA IN YO AREA/ 

HACKED UP, DROPPING ALL THESE BOMBS LIKE SYRIA/

BASHED UP, MALLET TO YO BRAIN FUCK HEALIN’EM/

1. Yeah

lyrics:

.45 STAND TALL LEAVE YA ASS 6 FEET

SHORT NIGGA DIE LONG SHOULD'VE NEVER DISSED ME/

GOOGLE CHROME THAT USERNAME,

AND CHECK MY FUCKING HISTORY/

GUARANTEED YOU SENDING SHOTS I GUARANTEE THEY MISS ME/

NIGGAS TRYNNA COOK BEEF IM HUNGRY FOR THAT MINCEMEAT I KEEP A CANNON ON ME PERFECT PICTURE WHEN YO SHIP SINK/ 

HOPE THAT MAKE IT CLICK FOR YOU AINT NO NEED FOR CLICK-BAIT I KNOW IT MUST BE DIFFICULT TO PROMO ALL THEM MISS-TAKES/

DAMN THAT WAS A MISTAKE, I REALLY MEANT YO MIXTAPE/

SHE GON GIMME NOGGIN WHILE I AUTOGRAPH HER TITS, FACE/

FLOW LIKE WATER FALL IT ALWAYS SPILLS INTO ITS FIXED SHAPE/

I MIGHT NEED A SKI MASK CAUSE IM TAKING ALL YO SHIT AWAY/



WHATS THAT UP MY SLEEVES/

DISILLUSION AND CONFUSION/

DEATH GRIPS ON MY KNEES/

DONT BE STUPID KEEP IT MOVING/ 

HUT CADET AT EASE/

MY WHOLE FANBASE LIKE A UNIT/ 

TRIGGER PULL THEN SQUEEZE/

BLOODY PULP ALL NATURAL JUICING/ 

SLIDE ON YOU LIKE ROLLER SKATES THATS CUT UP ICE YO ROLLIE FAKE I MEMORIZE YOUR LICENSE PLATE HAVE INTEL LOCATE YOUR ESTATE/ 

WHERE YO FAMILY STAY/

WATCH YALL SEPARATE/

WHILE I DEMONSTRATE/

THIS WHOLE TORTURE CHAMBER/

BOUNDED TO YOUR FAMILY CIRCLE TRIANGULATE ALL EMOTION LOCKED YO CAP LIKE KEYBOARD FROZEN STOP YOU IN THEM TRACKS YOU POSTED/ 

THATS YO FAMILYS FATE/

WATCH YALL SEPARATE/

BOY YOU BANTAMWEIGHT, 

DISAPPEAR LIKE PHANTOMS AYE/

3. Mincemeat

lyrics:

Resting my foot on yo head I just conquered yo land had to slaughter yo clan now yo fans is my fans abide chain of command while you swallow them xans and embarrass yo parents
You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
I fed-ex zip-up, something mysterious
Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
Got my eyes wide shut
Smoking my blunt
You a roach like my cigarette butt
Get put out look at what you put out
You a sound cloud cutout
Calling yo hood out
Wall paper gang members thinking its good now fuck you then pull out
What am I good for
Sliding my flow in yo bitch while my wood stroke
Nigga I could tho
Nigga I'll kick a door
If its a stick em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke

Right where we left off you actin crisscross 
Scrubbing like dish wash
Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at 3 points like Chris Paul
Use your head as a kick off
This ain't no kids job
Point that shit spray at the ground til you blue in the face while you crip walk
I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
Away from the crowd cause I know it I speak like a poet I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
Beat yo ass like a favor I owe you
I know I control you 11 like ocean
Got my niggas around me we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted, like a stamp on that card you not holding arriving some time in the postal

2. Nerves

lyrics:

Punch into yo audio
I fuck that bitch then adios
She screaming loud like ay dios
I heard he called an audible y'all quarterback cant play that role
Don't push me I'm in album mode
That pill gets hard to swallow though

Talking bout the difference ‘tween us you do this for follow growth
I do this for crowd control 
You don't know me nada no I cant defend your problem folk
He hanging, like a stick man
I'm gonna find you, who you wit then
I don't like you, we gon' fix that
Crash that spinal, I get whiplash

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't speak, I just geek 
Y'all fake, you ain't kin, you ain't wake, you ain't me
I don't know what you want, but I got what you need
You don't fuck, with my squad, you get lit to the T

By the I
What you see
Getting caught
By my leash
You my bitch
On 4 feet
What I got
Up my fleece
That's a glock
You ain't peep
But you pink
Like a pussy
Cause you wet
By the beam
Bitch I know
Where you sleep
Where you eat
Where you speak
Where you think
Where you breathe
You gon' die
On your knees
Like a bitch
On your feet
Cut him up
To the beach
Toss it out
In the sea
What the fuck
Wrong with me
I don't know
But you see
Separate, from the weak
For the fate, of your dreams
7 days, never weak
Even pain, gotta sink
Every day, gotta weigh in
I don't know, what you saying

4. Woke

lyrics:

Speaking on me wrongly get you cut up like pastrami send them shots right at yo body we don't fall out we surrounding ’em
Bring the yellow tape
He ducking
Back that fronting shit or shut it
Can't fuck with that nigga Fukkit
When I see him Imma bust ’em

Yea right
Keep your promises I know you wont on sight
End yo life
Only once I hear you begging for it twice
You just human sacrifice I use as energy sometimes I keep that Ruger by my right come hot and ready like some rice

Face card not there I don't even wanna care I cant stand everybody everywhere that's how I feel
Last time I checked you was thirsty like a refill I reseal that bottle once I cut it for that cheap deal
Every day I'm living that's another day of cheap thrills, drug deals, rubber squeal, banana peel, and blood spill
Kill yourself once heal
Kill yourself twice for real
I cant stand that smell of dirty pussy touching my nostrils
Ya whole entire clique in fear
If you in my atmosphere I promise I'm gonna interfere and interrupt your sad career
Make it worse than how you sound on every single track you make I make sure you evaporate and disappear like magic paint a picture wit this static
The talent they cant handle
The bars that leave ’em panicking and scrambling for some ammo while I'm hidden in the shadows
Unnecessary camo drape my body like a ruthless mercenary in a sand hill while he stalking in the dead of night
Just as an example
I'll do you like they did in Chelsea Manning latest scandal, raid your house and kill your family accidentally go to court and get acquitted just by pleading I'm insane and off the handle

5. Fly (On the Wall)

Bugs (ft. Sabino) [Prod. Y$57]

LIVING LIKE SOLO-DOLO HOE!
LOOK AT YOUR HOE IN THIS PHOTO BRO
LICKING MY DICK LIKE ITS FRO-YO. (FROZEN YOGURT)
GO HOP ON MY DICK LIKE A POGO HOE!
MIDNIGHT MY CONVOY!
BOOTS ON THE GROUND WHEN THEY CALL US TO DEPLOY!
INDUSTRY GOT NIGGAS DANCING LIKE B-BOYS!
"I AM THE ONE" NO NO NO, YOU IS A DECOY!
JANKIN LIKE LEEROY (LEEROOOOOOY JENKINS)
SUCK ON MY BA-NA-NA JUST LIKE A MINION.
FUCK YOUR OPINION. GRABBING THE PEN AND I GOT MY EARS *BLINGING*
NOW YOU OFFENDED, HOP OFF MY DICK, IT STAND TALL AT ATTENTION.
THEY SUCKING DICK FOR SOME PROMO
JUST LIKE SOME HOMOS!
MAYBE THEY'RE GAY, BUT I DON'T KNOW!
BUT I WILL TELL YOU WHAT I KNOW!
BITCH, EVERYONE USES THE SAME FLOW!
BITCH, AND THAT'S CASE CLOSED.....

Chicken Bones w/ Kamiyada+ (Prod. Eliii 3 i's)

Single off the Mystic Minds EP [COMING SOON]

Follow @83hades + @blvc-svnd



Produced + mix & mastered by JATCE

Tech Nine (Feat. Blvc Svnd & 83HADES)

lyrics:

TREAT THIS SHIT LIKE A GAME GET ON MY LEVEL/
HIGH AS FUCK WHILE YOU DOWN WE DO NOT SETTLE/ 
WATCH ME COOK UP THE BARS LIKE ITS HOT METAL/
AND IM COLD YOU COULD TELL IM A COOL FELLOW/ 
DONT FORGET WHO GO UP LIKE A PULL LEVER/ 
MAKE YA BITCH GIMME BRAIN AND SHE SO CLEVER/
AND I KNOCK WIT THE BASS WHILE YOU SO TREBLE/
EAT MY DICK YOU DISGRACE HOPE ITS ALL SETTLED/ 
IN THE CHAIN OF COMMAND AND I STILL PETTLE/ 
IM A STONE AND YOU MORE LIKE A SMALL PEBBLE/ 
AND I LOVE HOW YOU MAD LIKE A SMALL FELLOW/
AND YOU GOING OUT BAD THATS ON ALL LEVELS/ 
AND I KEEP IT 100 I COULD KEEP IT GOING AND GET IN BETWEEN LIKE A MARSHMALLOW/ 
WHEN I LEAVE ITS A DROP LIKE FALL SCHEDULE/ 
WHILE I STILL MAKE IT POP LIKE A HOT KETTLE/

WHERE THEY AT,
I COME TO ATTACK,
I GET’EM ON WAX,
ITS MURDER ON TRACKS,
KNOW-IT-ALL FACTS,
NEVER NO PASS,
SMOKING ON PACKS,
AND WE ON FAST/
GIMME THAT,
UNOPENED UP PACK,
WE FILL IT WITH RACKS,
I GET IN MY BAG,
KEEP GETTING YOU BACK,
THAT QUARTERBACK SACK,
I FEEL EM OUT STAT,
IM PEELING OUT PAST/ 


AND IM STILL WIT THAT MALLET TO BASH/
IM SO FLY I JUST MIGHT HAVE TO CRASH/
IM THE SHIT LIKE YOU WIPING YA ASS/
AND IM SMOKING ON WEED LIKE GRASS/
WE DONT TOKE ON THE WEED OUT GLASS/
STOP SIPPING THE LEAN SO FAST/ 
I DONT NEED WHAT YOU NEED SO BAD/
PED’s FOR THE RAP GAME TRASH/ 

AND IM BACK WIT A MOFUCKIN ANTHEM/
BLACK BAGGING THIS SHIT LIKE RANSOM/
AND THESE RAPPERS POP UP AT RANDOM/
THEN YOU TURN TO THE FULL BLOWN FANDOM/ 
AND YOU EAT UP THAT SHIT LIKE CANDY/
AND I PROMISE YOU NIGGAS IS CANCER/ 
WITH A GRIP ON THE COLD OF MY HANDGUN/ 
WHILE I KEEP IT ON LOCK LIKE A PASSWORD/


THOUGHT I STOPPED BUT IM NOT EVEN CLOSE,
SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JOT DOWN NOTES,
CAUSE IM TEACHING YOU NIGGAS THE ROPES,
WHILE IM TUNING TECHNIQUE LIKE A COACH,
I WONT DIE LIKE A GOD DAMN ROACH,
IM SO DIRTY BUT SLICK LIKE SOAP,
I JUST KEEP ON MY GRIP TIGHT THROAT,
THEN YOU DIE WHEN I CLINCH MY CHOKE/ 


UH UH UH UH 
YA YA YA YA

FULL BLOWN MENACE, 
MY FLOW CHANGE UP/ 
YOURS DONT, I DONT CARE HOW YOU STAY GANGED UP/
CUT THROAT, THATS THE WAY I WAS RAISED THANK GOD,
FULL CULT, THATS THE FANBASE I GAINED ON THE GO/
IM THE GOAT/ 
YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I WROTE, ON GOD/ 
I DONT WANNA TALK LIKE YALL SIT FAR/
I CAME ALONE WHILE YOU STILL IN THE CAR/
SPENT TWO RACKS ON A NEW COMPUTER/
JUST TO MAKE SURE YOUR NOT ON PAR/
I SPENT THE DAY SHITFACED AT THE BAR/ 
YOU CANNOT FACE ME OR FACE GOD/
EITHER WAY, FACE ME, YOU’LL FACE ONE/
OPEN UP PHASE TWO, DONE PHASE ONE/ 
OPEN UP ONCE MORE AND JUST BE DONE/ 
I COULD JUST RIP YOU IT’D BE REAL FUN/

Fukkit - Really (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

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