LONE WARRIOR

LONE WARRIOR [prod. Grisgrammar]

FACE OF DEATH (feat. 99zed & Saliva Grey) [prod. 99zed]

MOBBS RADICAL x LOWEYEZDUUG- HELLZONE(PROD. KRONA)

Lyrics-

(shoot dope not schools bruh
Yeauh, I get bags when I go outside yuh
I shoot dope like its Columbine yuh
They said Revy where yo head go?
Lock down fuck a .44)

I get bags when I go outside Bitch
Imma shoot dope like it's Columbine Bitch (grrraa!)
Yeah you heard what I said, get bread then I dip
Really smoked out smoked out shawty want a hit uh x2

Damn ayo Rev you a psycho 
crawling on the floor yelling where the fuck the pipe go
I might go, off the fuckin edge when I bang on a zip
pussy boi red dot you could never hit
I'm on that other shit, you could never fuck with it 
Zeta coppin 28 I told him not to fuck with it
Wap drop headshot caught up on a run
took 3-4 shots to wake a mothafucka up
Can-Can hit em with the Can-Can
Bitch I can't lie, can't die fuck a type beat
I don't give a fuck if anybody ever like me
Get it understood don't no pussy ever bite me I might be UGH
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh

BLOOD MONEY(PROD. UNREMORSE)

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Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

written / performed by @blckbrds @salivagrey
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @lilsherm187, @tumaggz, Saliva Grey

MONOCHROME (w/ Saliva Grey)

PRODUCED BY BHASPER

LYRICS:

I’m falling outta love, hard to give a fuck : open up the gates and now we bringing through the flood / sipping on this mud, ask me what it does, when everyone around you saying that they fucking done / cus I don’t even know, where else I could go, but I know I don’t wanna be here no more / keep it on the low, send it all below, I ain’t ever feel pain like this before // gimme a minute to hop in the zone, lately I been feeling so alone, I know it’s taking a toll on my life, how in the fuck can I wrong my rights? I know it’s not okay, that Im feeling the need to always be gripping a knife. Paranoia that be filling my mind, preventing me from sleeping at night

I won’t compromise again, y’all are not my fucking friends, thought you loved me you just added to these voices in my head. Texting me asking for shit, you just be adding to my stress, at least just ask about my day before you ask me for some bread. People never gave a fuck about the shit I tend to struggle with, so I hit the studio and just record another hit, I think my shit dope as hell give a fuck if you fuck with it, you never paid no bills no wonder you don’t look at numbers kid. People always try to demonize me, cus they jealous of me, that’s just what I’m realizing? It takes a lot for me really fucking feel lively, this world is dangerous me and my peoples still thriving



Searching for my act 5 scene 3 
Romeo Echo SIERRA Tango 
IT’S HARD FOR ME 
Charlie Chaplin 
In the way that I move 
Cause it’s Silently
I have my Hustle down to a T 
Hope you caught that wordplay
Cause hustle 
has a Silent T 
Here’s some tea
PROVERBS 18:2 
IS IRONIC you see
Because the pious
will never understand me 
Flooded by these thoughts 
when I’m sleepy makin me hollow 
Might blow my head off 
Leave me like sleepy hollow 
IMPROMPTU MOVEMENT 
IM JUST GOING WITH IT 
NEVER BEEN ONE FOR THE GIMMICKS 
LIKE A gaff deck SHIN LIM SECRET
 8 EVADING 12 
like the Fibonacci Sequence 
 acquiescence of my essence 
lifes a calamity exhibition 
Almost died 
Like that pool
 Scene from final destination 
the way I sat and drowned myself with the Jameson
Not tryna pencil in 
Reasons to be negative 
Propensity to be pensive 
With the pen I’m killing it
Almost like what happened to me with the Penicillin 
I’m not Jason Veritek the way I catch feelings
Makin moves 
Like Patrick Swayze 
Shredded hardwood dancing
Wait a minute 
It’s been a minute 
Since I actually took a minute 
To really ponder on it 
IM Flooded by these thoughts
Like 2023 MONTPELIER VERMONT

Ethan Ross & 8corpses - FLOOD

always remember how rock bottom feels

mixed mastered at Thornwall Studios

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(SNXP)
Get out my brain
All yall insane
Give me a blade
Self with erase 
Murder she wrote when she opened the case
What the fuck have I done
Dropped him till his eyes shut
Drink and drug abusing and I use it when the time comes
90 in the whip and im cruising with a time crunch
Headbanging shit im gonna do it till im mind fucked

(BEARDED LEGEND)
I don't fuck with the fakes at all
I don't fuck with the fakes at all
You can do what you want, I don't give a fuck, never see your face at all.

Leaving everyone behind and I don't even fucking miss 'em
They ain't ever fucking love me, they ain't down with my system. Bitch, I'm on to fucking something, except I got a malfunction
I got demons as my brothers and some angels as my cousins
All my shit be popping off like a renegade at war
just a motherfucking boss that you bitches can't ignore
I am only out to win it every second, every minute, crossing every fucking boundary, overcoming all the limits. Aye.

(SNXP)
Don't wanna hear shit unless it is yes 
I already addressed problems that have gon a mess 
Flip my shit right over like a car wreck 
Do us all favor and get gone or go hit the deck 
You a fucking pest 
Parasite at best 
You been sucking all my blood banging out chest 
What you gonna do 
When you out juice 
All problems all mine but they come to you 
Out the blue suicidal thoughts gon block my view 
Is it fucking true
Bout to blow my fuse 
Is it fucking true 
All of you Salvage The Doom 
Reaper coming through soon
He'll be in walking ur shoes ah 
I don't even know my fucking past 
Doing laps around you cats with your selfish acts 
Gimme a baseball bat we’ll leave no shit intact  
We’ll end this shit right now i'm talking fucking asap

SNXP x BEARDED LEGEND - SALVAGE THE DOOM (Prod. by DMILL$)

prod. by @crack_daniels

OFFICIAL VIDEO: https://youtu.be/horFS-fIGmc

LYRICS:

From the moment I wake up my mind starts to make up these negative outcomes to tell me my day sucks. They would like to stay but my mind’s never spacious. I’m making no sense (cents) like I’m taking a pay cut. I’m shook like maracas, I’m still getting proper, I’m trying to live by Hakuna Matata. I feel like I’m chosen, I’m showing emotions, I keep talking shit like I spit from my colon. They popping in a Klonopin, they need that shit like oxygen. No stopping the intoxicants, we’re kicking it like moccasins. The shit will make you tell ‘em that you’re better off dead, and they’ll look at you and say that it’s all in your head.

It’s all in your head.

I can’t fuck with nobody, I’m sorry, the shit ain’t my choice, Paranoid like I’m Ozzy. I’m fucking corrupted, the thoughts are destructive, like sick politicians, they’re not to be trusted. We got a common enemy, the fear won’t get ahead of me. They say I’m getting better, well I motherfucking better be. I’m utilizing my voice till it’s raspy, I’m always gonna tell you these are my thoughts exactly. I’m making a statement for mental enslavement, this ain’t all a show just for your entertainment. You’re feeling my spirit, like Kurt with my lyrics, it’s passive aggressive with no interference. Erratically, emphatically, the way they be combating me, I’ll radically be on the fucking charge like I’m a battery. They like to make you think that you’d be better off dead, then they look at you and say that it’s all in your head.

It’s all in your head.

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UNDERGROUNDS MOST HATED (Prod. by PackMan)

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LYRICS:

(SXMPRA)

I don’t give a fuck 
Mothafucka wassup 

HOO!

Schemaposse get buck 

when I’m spittin' better duck 
Cos I’m comin'’ up so you better buckle up 
You know I’m boutta fuck it up 
as I bust 
out the cut 
And I 
Leave a pussy in the dust 
Dust 
Murder murder I must 
Heard ya words no trust 
Schema da posse rippin' the fuckas' to the guts 
Takin a trip out to the woods up in the mothafuckin' tour bus 
Ugh 
All the eyes 
On me
Thinkin' of givin' a bit of a trip to the deep 
Triple six feet sleep
Takin a pussy to his knees 
Always see me posted with a black cap long tee

Yuh 
All these rappers wanna cop my steeze 
When they try to rap along a mothafucka gettin' brain freeze 
Rabies sickness
No you ain’t me
Eighteen 
Deep
On the creep 
Hear the gate creak 

(TEDDY)

I don't really give a fuck what you say
when it comes to my pay day
never vacate, i think i will stay
til i burn, til i decay
motherfucker want talk about it
i don't really care what you thank
all you pussy ass toys wanna make noise
better luck next time
i guess schema boys was sent to destroy
all they wanna do is talk that shit
but i pull out the bat
and i swing at that bitch
never ever call again
stick em like a pin
busting a brick to your chin
back up motherfucker about to act up
cracked in the back
when we buck with a track up
and i get some more of that
when i rap
crept out the cut with a blade and a map

DECAY (feat. Teddy Slugz) [Prod. SXMPRA]

"SNAP"

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