Yung Rare x Xzarkhan - Kakugan 911

   Load up my 9, check the clock, it's that time for guerrilla warfare. Got that thousand yard stare, peering through my red dot, drop a hater on the spot. Put'em in the fucking dirt, now your legacy's forgot, whoa. 

   Running through the jungle, turn your empire to rubble. Claim you came up from the dirt, what the fuck you know about the struggle?! Shit, you looking for a problem, you know Granger Taylor got em. Bitch, I get it how I live because I came up from the bottom.
    
   Red rover, red rover, send your bitch right over. Picked her up in the range, fucked her back in the rover. You wanna test your fucking luck? Better have that four leaf clover. Let me talk my fucking shit, I got a chip on my shoulder. 

  My indecision, making contradictions bout the way I'm living. Make predictions my addictions lead me to some more afflictions. Making bad decisions, scream for help, but no one truly listens. That's okay, I'll rot away inside my own mental prison. 

  I'm a low-life loser, from the mothafucking sewer. Catch me with the kings head severed on a fucking skewer. It's the poison spewer, Midnight creeping, hollow point shooter. I'm the dark messiah, better known as lead-belly Luger.

   Fuck, I guess I don't know. Shit, really hoping I'm about to blow. Up, will they ever fucking listen? No, remembering my cousin splitting bricks up in the kitchen, whoa. 

   I'm a mothafucking God, just call me the holy G.O.A.T. Throw their body in the moat, just like pennywise, make'em float. All these fuck boys talking shit, but they still got nothing to show. Suffocate the industry, got my hands up around their throat. 

   G R A N G E R, let's the lead come out the barrel like shooting star. Y'all acting oblivious, but bitch, you know who we are. It's guerilla warfare, pick up your sword, en garde. 

   In the middle of the night you'll hear my fucking battle cry. I wonder why, all these fuck boys really think that they sly? So, Mr. Nobody told me, "Grab your fucking 9, point the barrel at your opps, and send their soul into the sky".

Guerrilla Warfare (Prod. Asthmaretic)

@finn651

walk in this bitch with a glock and a switch
i can’t talk to you bitch, cause i got me a bitch
and i’m sliding with sticks like it’s hockey and shit
bet the choppa gon box him like rocky and shit

and my bitch give me knowledge like college and shit
and that bitch over there, can’t acknowledge the bitch
and my niggas got ties like it’s bondage and shit
hold up, pause in this bitch, stop the talking and shit

no we ain’t linking, i just need the ben franks
niggas say i’m outta pocket, i been frank
niggas be hating, i bet that your bitch ain’t
fuck up the beat, chop it up like a sensei

pick it up, dripping that sauce like a burger
i hop on the beat, they stop breathing like murder
i’m hitting my bitch from the back, just might hurt her
you ain’t really hard, niggas softer than gerber

walk, walk, walk
walk, walk, walk, walk it like gleeshy
these niggas be sneaky, they watching like tv
spit flame like a tiki, wet blocks like i’m riri
i spin him like cd, these niggas wan be me
i feel like john cena, these niggas can’t see me
walk down with the chop, let it spray like graffiti
these niggas don’t like me, no sosa or reese

with the ar bitch i’m militant
my nigga, know you feeling this
i’m ignorant, like fuck your feelings bitch
i’m the best in this shit
i’m sick as shit
these boys ain’t spitting shit
this shit get rigorous
i’m killing shit
these niggas icarus
this chop eat dinner bitch

like ooh
know you see me walking, i’m sagging my trues
these niggas be watching, they know what we do
bitch i get to sparking, my glock come in twos
and he see me winning, he mad that he lose

that nigga, he fragile, left him with a bruise
that nigga keep talking, i might blow a fuse
i’m not like these niggas, don’t get me confused
these niggas act stupid, no i’m not amused

like jeff hardy, bitch i might flip
these niggas bitch like white chicks
choppa flip him like a sidekick
might stick em like an ice pick

slipknot tee that’s priceless
i’m spitting shit that’s timeless
these niggas they all spineless
this glockie leave him mindless

I REALLY GOT BARS! [PROD. FINNGOTIT]

28.10.2023

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PUKING

ROSHI <PROD:VENTINGPALACE>

ay_bee_see

https://soundcloud.com/navvvi
https://soundcloud.com/distortionthe1

abc, jump up on the speed
papi just a 8 ball and a lotta weed
def, nausea off the meth
homie fucking kissing short of some petty theft

Ghi, I ain't been a great guy 
Know about they motive cuz I heard it thru a grapevine 
JKL I ain't been an angel 
back when it was school making my money while my grades fell 

mno, no more room for growth
ever think what someone's like when they all alone?
pqr, spend the night at the bar
speak sense, past tense, meet me at the start

STU, HOPING UP IN THE FUCKING STU 
I Ignite em like a fire bitch im always on the move 
VWX, THEY PLOTTING I AINT STOP TO CHECK 
PISTOL TO MY DOME I THINK I SQUEEZE IT JUS TO MAKE A MESS

y, why you always acting like you sly?
you barely passing as a human walking daily life
z, you passing up collective monthly greed
we looking at you funny when you on the way to greet

Y- y They Huffing on they own supply 
I'm embarrassed I ain't further with this pass of time 
Z - feeling something like a Summers breeze
I'm just playing but I cant show em all how it really be

abc_song

BLAME+ PART II {W/LXXIV}PROD.WITNESS

@prxpvne

Lyrics:
Out of mentions
No counter fitting
Got hella presses
My head neglected
No sell direction
In cells forgetting
That sweet release
They cant forget it


Circuitry breaking that water is touched up
Rubbing inhibitors probably slushed up
His hardware is probably faulty he run up
End up a copy, my carbon is used up

I got these tablets, you swipe and your fucked up
Seat belt to strangle the motive of safe off
Pull out the havoc we calling that tough luck
Letting him dangle while watching his face stop

Barrel load
Click, with the pharamoans
Credit doing flips when the barrel blow
Stiff as an ankle broke
Slip and you dip when this clique
In your teradome
Hip to the clips it gets kicked into feral mode

Ammo in the path
Bodies in the back
Fully with the clique
Things are going fast

Get his body dropped, that's a restart
Got that body locked, throw your team off

We ain't going out, not like this
We ain't going out, toss that stick

RED ROCK [PROD. PRXPVNE]

Forever They March

biv - 12 - 13

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Guerrilla Warfare (Prod. Asthmaretic)

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