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THCtv presents Season 3: Cypher Session #1
NERVE - BUTTER D - NIBS - VOKAL - WOMBAT - GREELEY
Video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcG21gqBZZ4
Produced by Nerve
Recorded, mixed and masted by Nerve at Twisted Records
FILMED BY KYEL GOLLY
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THCtv S3: NERVE - BUTTER D - NIBS - VOKAL - WOMBAT - GREELEY

[VERSE I: ODDY NUFF]

say bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to?
fuck all yall rappers
i'll slap the shit out of an actor and make him act faster
in order to back up the fact that he's fake as fuck
i'm flabbergasted hoe
i'm back in action whoa
i'm lavish
holes up in my bag of slow 
more rolled
blow whole o's
oh no! smoke!
lay low
choke, croak, halo
lazy flow and still i glo a frozen flame
they say they know my name but only say it out of range


[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

fuck a dead body hoe you already know
i be that skinny white fiend
lil fucking cut throat
no joke
tip toe when i'm creeping in the fucking dark
move slow
sip moe
every time i pop them bars
wanna go toe to toe?
i promise you won't last long
bodies blow
bullets flow
just another sad song
savage with the 'matic
manic that's an addict
all my habits tragic
dirty dancing with the xanax

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

PUMP FAKE

[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

fuck a dead body
don't pick 'em up let 'em dry
east side fifty nine
with the choppers out the ride
mommas cry
kids die
second line
vietnam
testify
get crucified
have your family by your side
full of fuck shit
double my cup with mud bitch
sluts wanna suck dick
hit 'em with the drop kick
bitch your pussy is nonsense
demons with the glock grip
suicidal cult shit
love to watch the blood drip

dead man walking

[VERSE II: YUNG MUTT]

rather be dead than bored
settle the score
let the metal pour right on to the floor
fuck your brain, you fucking whore
fuck your chain, you slave
i left the bloodstains on the door
blade made of iron ore
made stains right on the shore
washed away, the waves took it north
but now i gotta stay warm
catch another flight and now i'm back on tour
can't relax me motherfucking sacre coeur
used to make shit pop like fucking kettle corn 

dead man walking

FUCK

[VERSE I: NORMAN ATOMIC]

barrel full of gasoline and still they try matching me
plague with the wicked ways
it's back to the rapturing
actually capturing souls in a black canteen
open the cap and become blackened
back to the back of the lac
flicking cigarette ash
got a chain made of crack
i smoke diamonds and laugh at yall strapped with the gat
like i'm actually scared to die
pull the fucking trigger
back to the back
eyes rolling back
spent all my racks
spent it on crack
spent it on smack
look where i'm at
ain't going back
ain't going back

[VERSE II: ANTHONY MARS]

got a heart so cold
remember selling dope
remember selling coke
DEA pulled me over
plain cars, plain clothes
i didn't bend an inch, strictly sticking to the code
few years ago, was masked up
robbing stores
i set em up on craigslist, then
robbed em em at the door
i'm at the bottom trying to eat
i got no hope
fuck
big ben's death had my head fucked up
i'm popping roxys with the benzos
chest fucked up
i guess my lucks up

KILL YOURSELF Part XIX: The Deep End Saga

INTROVERSION 2.0

JUS A LIL SUMN FOR YALL WHILE WE WORK ON THE ALBUM.


[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

walk up out the womb with my middle fingers up
for my cousin, i'm bussing
got the nina tickety tucked
smoking with the devil on that level
paranoid n shit
got me on another binge
twisted on that dope n shit
i lose my mind
spree of crime
in the midst of time
blood in my eyes when i look into the high tide
moon rise
rose up as the anti-christ
here to terrorize
sleepy hollow with this slice
good night


[VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE]

trine be the most hated motherfucker
fuck a name
fuck a number
all i see is lame motherfuckers
keep me ducking
i'll keep trucking
ruin something
turn to nothing
me and my cousin fucking struggling
me and my cousin fucking hunting
fuck a friend
where my enemies?
who is who?
nothing to prove
fuck a flex
i'll flex my bills
i'm stressed
i ain't got nothing to lose
i'm depressed
i been a mess, but nonetheless got nothing to choose
nothing to gain
nothing but proof
nothing to change

I Don't Want to Die in New Orleans

FUCKALLOFYOU2K18

Devil On My Back

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

EITHER HATED OR IGNORED

This is NOT my instrumental, nor did I produce it. Lyrics written and performed by yours truly.

Credit to 'Pete Rock' for the instrumental of this track.

Game on

Deli Records & Who Knows coming though

Watch on Youtube: https://youtu.be/-KaASZsNMfY

Carlos The Jakl: @carl-duber-ya
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Written & Performed by Carlos The Jakl & D-Real
Produced by Carlos The Jakl with cuts from Helix
Mixed & Mastered by Lobe

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Devil On My Back

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