[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Hot Razor

HOT RAZOR

enjoy it? support my poor butt by buying the album for like $7 or the discography for 1.50

https://emeraldtablet.bandcamp.com/album/chronograph-psalms-devotionals-for-the-last-punch-clock

we nuked space

The fuck you talkin' about asshole
Everything's fucking fine

Yeah what the fuck

RISE AND SHINE SCUMBAG

From the grave to the end of the epoch
New malaise its amazing I keep walking
Face to the dirt
Brace for a full stop
Homicide laying waste to the Most High
Lost faith in the eye of a pink sock
Wink wink wink as i slide off the the brink
Soul breaking
Snaked on the die, catch a coatride chasing
Everyone in line for fire

Since the day I was born
Dance around the beam
Tapped tapped tapped
BACK ON
BACK ON
BLACK
Living in-between
RATS ON RATS ON RATS

Since the day I was born
Dancing in the Deep
Tap tap tap out
BACK ON
BACK ON
BLACK
Living in-between
RATS ON RATS ALL TRAPPED
Better act right, step up

Birthed by the sack
Desire crawlin' back
In the shit like a tunnel rat shootin' from the back
Face off with the lights
Hidden walls, under my back
Relax and I'm on a-ttack
From the deep black
Here's to the moon where you sleep at
Piercing the womb that receive cracks
Fear for the Loom
And then fear for the night
Everything's alright
Fight!

Qwyzod

FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE
Ice cold sinner from the womb been a bastard
I ain't even trippin I'm a fool when we blast em
La La La
In the spool of a abandon
FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE

WHEN THE BLACK CRAWL BACK
Gimmi' the rat
Gimmi' the rat
Gimmi' the rat
DEAD MEAT
Gimmi' the rat
Gimmi' the rat
HELLFIRE TO THE WAYSIDE
Gimmi' the rat
Gimmi' the rat
DONT PRAY FOR THE WEAK

Woah
Woah

Since the day I was born
Dance around the beam
Tapped tapped tapped
BACK ON
BACK ON
BLACK
Living in-between
RATS ON RATS ON RATS

Since the day I was born
Dancing in the Deep
Tap tap tap out
BACK ON
BACK ON
BLACK
Living in-between
RATS ON RATS ALL TRAPPED
Better act right, step up

Scourge of the Deep and slave to the Dead Moon
Qwyzod, the Loom Rider


Written by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke
Mixed and Mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

Qwyzod

moltensalt drive

Ass2Mars

Ass2Mars (LSDXOXO Remix)

hilltop trees - track 1 instrumental

i could fall right into the stars

alpha alpha

hellokitty! (nightcore version)

This track was done live with the Volca Sample exclusively. I've opened with this in recent livesets, as well as made it the background music on my website (https://greystarmusic.com)

Waking up to see the world. Works well looped.

It's also up on soundcloud & streaming, as well as released on the X4 Records🥚 compilation: https://x4records.bandcamp.com/album/--6

This track may be later included on an EP.

I'll pry it out your god damned mouth

ghost hermes

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