The Lost Files (EP)

Fukkit

Music 4

Fukkit - Signal (Prod. Zinwav & D.I.N.O)

Fukkit - The Start (Prod. Mr Weaver)

Fukkit - Scotty Freestyle

Fukkit - Salute (Prod. Fony Wallace & wydsonni)

Fukkit - My Radar (Prod. Mykeylo)

Fukkit - One To The Head (Prod. Fony Wallace & 17zdanny)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I BETTER MIND MY BUSINESS,
PRETEND I AINT HEAR IT JUST PASS AWAY QUICKLY WITH NO INTERFERENCE/ 

IF I SHOOT OUT THE CLUB INNER SPIRIT GET TAKEN LIKE LIAM JUST WALK OUT AND CLEAR IT/ 

WHEN I CALL OUT YO NAME HE AINT HEAR IT BUT DARE SAY A WORD BOUT ME NO ONE COME NEAR ME/ 

ITS AN OBVIOUS FACT THAT THEY FEAR ME AVOID IT AS MUCH AS THEY CAN BUT THEY HEAR IT NIGGA/

NO YOU CANT NOW/
BROUGHT IT BACK DOWN/
JUST TO DROP IT ON HEAD LIKE SMACKDOWN/ 
FUKK IMMEDIATELY TAKING IT BACK PAL/
WHILE THEY STUCK TRYNNA COPY MY LAST SOUND/
OKAY I SEE YOU TAKE THAT ROUTE/
MAYBE THAT'S WORKING FOR FAST CLOUT/ UNDERAGE BITCH WIT THE CLASS CLOWN, BUT THE LABEL SEE HIM AS A CASH COW/ 

MARY KATE RIGHT OUT THE DROP TOP WHIP/ 
MEDICATE SMOKING 2 BLUNTS THAT'S TWINS/
ENEMIES SWEET AS SOME DARK LIGHT KISS/
MAKING APPEARANCES KILLING YALL KIDS/
WATCH HOW YOU TALK OR I PASS TIGHT FIST/
MAKING MY WAY WHILE THEY MAKING UP SHIT/ 
THEY FEED THE SHEEP AND ITS BIT BY BIT/
ALL OF YO STYLES WAS BIT LIKE SHIT/ 

NIGGA WALK UP/
THEN HE GET CUT, NIP TUCK/ 
GOD HE GOT SLUMPED/ 
UNDER THAT SKIN GET STUCK/

Nip, Tuck (Prod. BLVC SVND)

First single off "Exitium," coming soon.

Lyrics:

PRIVATE PARTIES WITH THE 1 PERCENT/
SHOOTING ALL ATTENDANTS AT THIS MARVELOUS AND GRAND EVENT JUST DISPLAYING MY TALENTS GOT A PAST OF POST TRAUMATIC STRESS/ SLEEPING ON A WALL THAT'S WHAT MY BACKS AGAINST/ BRACE YOURSELF WHEN FUKKIT QUICKLY GRASPS THE PEN IMMACULATELY DASHES LINES THAT CRACKS THE NECKS OF ALL OBJECT/
SHUN'EM LET HIM LIVE OR SHOULD I BASH HIM DEAD ILL ASK AGAIN/
SHOULD I KILL THEM ALL OR LET THEM CRASH INSTEAD/
CAUSING ALL THESE RAPPERS TO LOSE BALANCE GETTING LOST AND MAD THEY LAST AGAIN/ 
SHOULD I SHOW COMPASSION FOR THE PASSIONLESS IS MY QUESTION/
SIMPLE ANSWERS NEVER GRANT THE HARDENED HEAD A HAPPY END/ 
MAYBE IM NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW/
STILL HERE WITH THE BOASTING FLOW SHOWBOATING WHILE I MOTORBOAT HER WETTER THAN A COASTAL COVE/ 
DOING SHOWS, 
COAST TO COAST AND HOUSE TO HOUSE, BROKE THEM DOORS, GIVE MOUTH TO MOUTH TO ALL YOUR WHORES SHE PANTING WHILE SHE CHOKES SOME MORE/ 
PISTOL POKE YO POST MALONE, NO SKI MASK ON GET TOASTED WARM,
IT'S CLOSE TO WAR, TIME FOR POSTAL CARDS AND NOTES THAT WONT COME HOME/

NOBODY ELSE HIDES AND SURVIVES FROM THIS DAY FORWARD/
ITS A CONSTANT MONOTONOUS SWINGING WITHIN UNCONSCIOUS AND NOW THEY BOUT TO SEE WHAT THEY ALL PRAYED FOR/ 
NIGGAS FINNA HAVE TO WAIT IN LINE CAUSE THEY PAID FOR IT/ 
THIS THAT BARREL TO THE MOTHERFUCKING FACE SHIT THE SAME TIP OF GRACE YALL LIL GIMMICKS NEEDA TASTE QUICK/
JUDGE FACING THE DIRECTION OF THE PLAINTIFF WIT BLOOD STAINED HATRED THAT DRIPS DOWN PAGES/ 
WHAT IS LIFE AT THIS POINT NOTHING REALLY JUST A STROLL-THROUGH CONCEPT/ KNOW YOU WANNA OBJECT BUT PROCESS PROGRESS/ CAN YOU EVEN SEE A BETTER PLACE WITHIN THIS DARK MESS, HUMANKIND CONQUEST?/ 
WATCH WHEN THE TIME STOPS-A-TICK/
LET IT ALL FALL DOWN CROSSING THE BRIDGE, ITS A SHAME HOW ITS GONE DOWN DROPS LIKE A TWIG SNAPSHOTS OF A TIME LAPSE LOST IN ABYSS/

Mortem (Prod. The Virus And Antidote)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I GREW UP WITH A SENSE OF MYSELF/
THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND THEM/ 
HOW MY WORDS BOUT TO SLICE'EM SO THIN LIKE THEY TRYNNA CUT WEIGHT ON THEY WAY TO THE GYM/
TRAINING DAY BUT THEY SIT BY THE BENCH/ SPOT A NIGGA SHIT GETTING SUSPENSEFUL/ TEACHING SOMETHING THE MOMENT I TEST YOU ERASE YOUR EXISTENCE JUST USING A PENCIL/
TANGO DOWN CAUSE HE MOVED IN MY RADIUS STOP ALL THAT PLAYING SHIT TURN OFF YO CONSOLE UNPLUG YO PLAYSTATION BITCH/ BY THE WAY THIS IS JUST GETTING STARTED IM OFFA BLUE PILL SO PLUG ME INTO MATRIX TANK/
STILL THEY WANNA SAY DEM IS SIMILAR HEARING YOUR STYLES SOUND OFTLY FAMILIAR/ WHY THEY WANT COPY ME THEN CLAIM ORIGINAL  PROVES THAT THEIR FUCKING DELIRIOUS/ 
AND YO LIL SISTER BI-CURIOUS LAUGH IT OFF QUICK WHILE I LOOK AT YOU SERIOUS/ BITCH I HIT LICKS AND IM CLEARING'EM I AM THE ONE AINT NO OTHER SINCERELY HIM/ 
COVER YOUR FACE LIKE KENNY,
MOST OF THESE RAPPERS JUST FACE LIKE PENNIES/ I GOT A WHITE REDHEAD LIKE WENDY, WHILE MOST OF THESE CLIQUES LIKE ED, EDD, EDDY/ 
I HOLD THE BURNER AND BLAST TIGHT STEADY/ 
RUNNING THE FOREST I FUCKS ON JENNY/
I GOT THE WOP AND 1 EYE ON FETTY,
DONT CARE BOUT THE GUAP OR YOUR IPHONE SILLY/ 
IM CHILLING WITH DEATH LIKE BILLY IM POINTING THE BEAM AINT NO FLASHLIGHT JIMMY/ 
WATCH THESE LIL NIGGAS GET PETTY I PROMISE MY JOB IS TO EMPTY ON PLENTY/

FORMULA BITE MINE HEAVY/
I MAKE SURE HIS BLOODLINE ENDING/
I MAKE SURE MY LIMELIGHT READY FOR QUALITY FILMING THIS PUBLIC BEHEADING/ 

BITCH I CRAWLED UP FROM THAT DIRT NAP WATCH MY HANDS RUB JUST LIKE BIRDMAN I CONTROL THOSE BODIES ERMAC CANT NOBODY STOP ME HEARD THAT/ 
YALL ARE VERMIN,
THAT FANBASE A BURDEN,
THAT I KNOW FOR CERTAIN WET YO BLOCK UP FUCK A BIRDBATH/ 

MAYBE I DONT GIVE A FUCK, BOUT NOBODY BUT MYSELF, MADE TSUNAMIS AND EXCELLED NOW IM LEFT WONDERING LIKE WHAT ELSE?
CARDS THAT I BEEN DEALT,
TOP NOTCH BITCH GOT SKILLS,
FAVORITE RAPPER CANT PAY BAIL,
BUT HE COLD BLOODED CAUSE HE SAY HE GOT SCALES/

Formula (Prod. Phosphate)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LP2GIahwWDg
mixed by twd

lyrics:

DIGGING DEEP HOLD THE SHOVEL, 
SCRAPING DIRT OUT MY FINGER-NAILS GOT THESE SCRAPES ON MY KNUCKLES/ 
I WORK THE NIGHT SHIFT,
GRAVEYARD WHERE THE LIGHT DIM AND DOUBLE THE DARKEST NIGHT CREPT IM CUDDLED UP WITH THE KNIFE SEEING DOUBLE RIGHT OUT MY IRIS/

EYELESS-HANGING-HEAD IN THE CUPBOARD, I SLEEP BESIDE IT/

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WITH DRIED UP BLOOD ON MY EYELIDS I DISAPPEAR IN THE SILENCE/

*WHEW*

BRING ME BACK LIKE ORIGINAL TEEN TITANS, YOU, FUCKING WITH A LION NOT A HYMEN SAVE YOUR BREATH LIKE THE HEIMLICH MANEUVER THROUGH YOUR COMPUTER THROUGH ALL YOUTUBER SCREENS/
WHO THE FUCK REALLY UNDER THE INFLUENCING NUMBERS AND STYLISTICALLY BUNDLED UP EVERY NEW RELEASE/ 

NOT YOUR HONOR I JUDGE YOU FOR ACTING STUPIDLY CURIOUS,
LOOK, 
MAY I CONVINCE YOU TO CHANGE PERSPECTIVE THIS HEARING IS BOOKED/ 
CAUSE YOUR CONCEPTION OF SELF IS FRANKILY DELIRIOUS THOUGHT I MENTIONED IT/ 

I KNOW PERCEPTION MYSTERIOUS BUT THE FACT IS AS CLEAR AS IT SHOULD/ 
STAND IN THE LIGHT SO I SEE YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'S AS GOOD/ 
IM MENTALLY STRAINING AND DONE/
ENOUGH TO BE PAID IN SOME FUNDS/
HIGHER THAN ANYONE OFF THIS BLUNT THAT IM SMOKING FOR LUNCH/
I DROP AND I CLEAN UP THE CRUMBS/ 
RIDING THE BEAT TO THE PUNCH/ 
LINE UP YA TEETH TO THE FRONT/
KICK'EM THAN SPIT THE BLOOD INNA CUP TIL HE LEANING PO-UP/
PULL UP THAN LIGHT YA BLOCK WIT A POLE TIL ITS HOT LIKE THE SUN/

just shut the fuck up for once, please.. holy shit (Prod. MKULTRA) *vid in desc*

(note: this song is a satire)

lyrics:

it's a job for a cowboy
got that heavy metal with me
shoot out the saloon if anybody got some issues pending

imma roll up.. wait
your daughter fornicate
i take her on first date :)
i'm nutting on her face :/

Margiela penis
margiela my penis
swing-shot crack like venus
swim inside like semen but she spit up cuz bulimic 

hot outside's the season while i exorcise my demons
fuck you mean it's teasing if you doubt me for some reason

wok, walk
i be sippin walk
so i cannot talk
omg, omg
why she dancing on my glock? <---- lol
fendi, bentleys, bought <---- lol
feel me bitch wassup
semi-auto, keep it tucked

yuh

how to rap generic, a tutorial freestyle (Prod. Amertume)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=935ny05P_VI

Milk Man is Dead - Full Project Drops October 13th

I feel like Cobain
Its all on my mind
I need my Cobain
Im living a lie

I eat my Cobain
On top of the hive
cause Im the one
And im killing getting liked
I wanna feel it

All the time

Yea yea yea yea
No no no no
Yea yea yea yea


Cobain
Own the name
You can ask him bout me
Oh wait forgot you can’t
This is the map around me


hyperreal its clouding

What would you do without me

(Bee)

I dont know

I dont know


I dont know shit

illiteracy my bitch

Boutta be the king

I will serve my servants this 

Aaaa

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Make a wish

You get this

Lets begin 



Are you ready?

Cobain (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

https://youtube.com/watch?v=Z0ebDNj-Osg&feature=youtu.be 

Lyrics:

Brownian motion
solve et coagula
Chop up the blocks
Bring it back with the attica

Bitch im an animorph
Dick in my anima
I feel the pen on me Nun drawing
I’m atum im covered

In slime
A new species
They altered my DNA
Now we have meetings

They’re speaking
Through me got No freedom
A vessel
Seeing daemons


Metaprogramming my TV
Increasing the bandwidth
Can’t see me
Get on my level
Its easy

U need me
U got me
Nobody can stop me
Earwig in your head
Everytime that you watch me

Get your brain popping
Learn how to thrive in the nonsense
Shifting this context its awesome
Looking at time from all sides

Like picasso

Im cubist el dorado


I got my hands on my toes
Am I a man or a phone
Imma bend all the rules

Lets go

They tryna ban
What will grow
But we will handle
These hoes

We will break out of our cages
Like this

Bitch you can’t stop my job
This is what we want
Bitch this what we on
On the dog star bitch we gon gone


Bitch i am el topo
Goin virtual code lyoko
My brain blew out my skull
the doorway opened breakin photos

Im like damn
Whats my name again
I got out my cage again
I think the walls were caving in
But in is out dont make no sense


In quantum realm i move different
Bitch im every which way this instant
 breaking down system
Build it back up new image
Reality tunnel it went missing

Bitch i got entangled
No distance
Can keep from completing
My mission


Check the shit that im cookin
In my kitchen
Yea bitch are you with it

Resurrection

Nothing right
I’m in touch

I feel the pulse

Out of time
No distance

We can go


I take advice fishy gods made my
Name
Gave it to me
To respawn on this game

Eat my own legs
I go down on the plague
Eating disease
Im transmuting the pain

Feelin this face
Now u wanting this cage
Looks cute on you
Beautiful suit up your fate

Boot up for taste
These computers want cake
Tentacles dripping with fluids
We say,

“Im out of mind

Im bleeding phones

I feel the hand

Go rambo”

“Im need more time

To see unknown

I need to ban

Your ammo”

In Touch

Lyrics:

I think im dead
Life Got me wrapped around her finger
Time to break, change my face
Time to make the transfiguration

Im in the air
My bodies your communion
You can have me if you want
You can enter

We can make a new illusion

Yea yea yea yea

No no no no

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