Prod. YCK

No chitchat no conversation
Make shit brainwash whole populations
I don’t fuck with them and I don’t fuck with you
When I hear the bitching drop something new

Lately fucking up lines I cut em up
Me and Mary we deep and dumb in love
All the mold inside never folding right
Tried to make the guap thanks for holding tight

You ain’t that special you ain’t unique
Drowning out sound when I’m burning through weed 
Wouldn’t let a motherfucker get away with sneak dissin
What all that you make is the pot we piss in

Crunk in the taxi slide in the backseat
Public intoxication on my rap sheet
Wanna be big but I know that you can’t be
Might as well quit but you’ve written no plan B 

Let’s get it started bitch I’m raising every bar
Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars
I’m a lowlife punk all of my arrogance is a strength
See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane

Ever made em mad then my goal was accomplished 
Did it myself I don’t need no accomplice
Pulling to the curb and I cop ten keys 
Let a motherfucker in VIP entry 

Trap star glass jar full of fuckin dope
Bad start lack bars hanging by the rope
I am no mentor I cannot teach
So great that you sent your hate mail to me

You a square wouldn’t dare well I fiend for a case
Slipped TSA check get screened for a K
Smuggle peddle and cross the line
When I huff and meddle like all the time

Bitch I’m on a roll all my drugs in control
20 blunts on the ground boutta pack another bowl
Boutta die taking synthetic in my veins
Feeling so ill phrenetic in my brain 

Let’s get it started bitch I’m raising every bar
Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars
I’m a lowlife punk all of my arrogance is a strength
See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane

Let's Get It Started...

Prod. YCK, feat. soap. @soaped

Yeah you know what it is so be stepping aside
I haven’t really gave a fuck if I be dead or alive
So bite the bullet trigger pulling seek the end or beginning
Depends on how you’re looking at it until then I’ll be sinning
Descended in the portal no more juice in the flask
No use depending on the mortals ain’t the easiest task
I’m overzealous I’m heretical meeting an archangel
Viewing it from the heavens the humans that aren’t grateful
Taking the filth that we’re cleansing blood in we bathe I’m popping a benzo
Ridding myself of depression by taking my place inside of a deadzone
Need no coffin burials to soak the debris
These ceremonial rituals practiced down to a T
Lost track of the demons out of Pandora’s Box
Road into redemption coming after or not
I got the chains up on my flesh I’m in a liminal space
To rip the veins up out my chest look how we’ve fallen from grace

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Okay I’m taking the face from you when i walk in the room
Ain’t never debating, it ain’t on you why you act like a tool
I broke the data bank and it showing where you log in and move
IP address and now I’m next them existential ensue
And if I said it’s soon know I ain’t waiting for nothing
I been evading the public cause I ain’t faking  
And fuck it
It's all in my DNA there’s something keeping me from reduction
It doesn’t appeal to me the sucking up to deal with the funding
Won’t ever front for buck and won’t ever run for a bill
I’m at the front of the shuttle punching the blunt and a shill
evacuate em out the way I’m an
immaculate mill
I Turn em up into the dust when they in front of us, still
I don’t know what the fuck assumption that you held in your head
But really the fact is I ain’t running from nobody or dread
I face it every single morning when I wake in this mess
And I been breaking it's rebuttal since I frame my distress
Yuh

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Heretic

Icarus (feat. soap.)

Prod. YCK

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

Lick a tab of acid
Hit the fucking blunt and pass it
Who said you could speak bitch I’m the one who you be askin
For the favors while you cater to a base that’s filled with kids
And you claim it ain’t a problem oh just wait until it is
Krokodil no appeal choosing fuck a bill
Slow to steal vote repealed come with something still
And I’ve been criticized for the Western culture
The Central Valley living so inhale the sulfur
Stocking the cabinet but check it later it’s bare
In the name of our savior don’t got a minute to spare
Couldn’t say that I’m religious but I’m more of a deist
And how does corporate hunger reign in the land of the freest
Nobody’s working to feel essential in wage
Wake up what will fundamentally change
But they don’t take responsibility or look to their peers
When they’ve contributed to trickle up their trail of tears

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

Kill criminal cops you villains or not
No filming blood spilling on ceilings the weapons I bought
In registries
Trill and I fought subliminal thoughts
You shilling for people they’re wanting and willing to lock
My pedigree
Ancestry’s descending the tree snaps
Branched out we the freaks now we relapse
5 5 9 by design we rely
Gotta be high the streetlights in decline
Head off the hydra but then another one grows
Sick at the sight of a cycle that’s been imposed
Without permitting the brief has omitted this overreaching
And I’ve begun to disregard just what the older are preaching
Never achieving what we on 
Not in this life and not aeons
DESERTBOYS are going up
A thing we agree on
You can deny but I’ve made it myself and the money I’ve made is a plus
You will not pray to a god for the helping you need when you come into us

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

House of Glass

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Rolling out the back got blunts in the bag
Pulled a swisher out the pack got about four grams 
GSC smacked motherfuckers on blast
All day the green lasts while Zack's counting bands

Smoked out the pad we got a plug down the road
Always hookin us up we don't a promo code
Smoking dope. It makes it easy to cope.
Sky high in the clouds you know how that shit go

It's pretty fucking accurate I'm inadequate 
One thing I knew how to do good was how to be sad as shit
10 years went by like what the fuck is happening
World on my shoulders and I'm sick and tired of having it

Asian bitch straight fresh outta Bangkok
Dirty like these bitches getting piped by the same rod
So tired of these pussies claiming they all slang rock 
They say they made a lane they all sing the same song

Yeah we like to keep it low key
But we stay rolling deep when I'm with the whole team 
Straight packing heat got a K in the seat
Burning through all the weed pussyboi don't fuck with me (x2)

Let all my fucking enemies rest in peace
They'll be dead under me bitch you best believe
It ain't always what you see ain't always how it seems 
Yeah they think they know me but my looks can deceive

All these pussy rappers think that they can compete
Got a new fucking sound but I beg to disagree
Cooking up shit why don't you come and see
Don't test me motherfucker got a blade in the sheath

Life is just a cycle homicidal's just a title
Burning on a fucking bible while I'm gripping on a rifle
Now survival going primal all these pills are going vital
Murder weapon court denial feel like OJ Simpson at a trial 

Keep talking motherfucker know I'm gonna have to blast ya 
Slanging on my dope yeah I'm a tall yellow bastard
Writing all these bars that's a skill I have mastered
And when I'm fucking dead just leave all my ashes scattered

Yeah we like to keep it low key
But we stay rolling deep when I'm with the whole team 
Straight packing heat got a K in the seat
Burning through all the weed pussyboi don't fuck with me (x2)

Lowkey (낮은 키)

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