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ZODD (Prod. LeLxx)

HAARPER - SKINWALKER (Prod. XdenTrapBeats)

GOJIRA

HAARPER -  GOJIRA (Prod. HAARPER)

amv: [https://youtu.be/VH4pPJCQYIg]

lyrics:
Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it deep, shit

Born with that muhfuckin' hatred, I hate shit
Worn from the wars I been facin', I'm faithless
Needles in the sky
You needin' a reason why
Come and die
Boy you ain't about that ape shit
You ain't shit, just face it
You bitch boy
I've come to destroy you
With a squad of motherfuckers sending shots with no warning
With no cape on, I aim guns and watch 'em recoil
Drop 'em off the chopping block and bring the pot to a boil
Checka checkin' all my records, what the fuck is a veteran?
Nevertheless, I'm unimpressed, got 35 in my letterman
Hang a body from the ceiling, leave a bucket underneath
Collect the blood so I can guzzle, motherfucker, then repeat
"Why God..."
"Have you done this to me?"
Don't ask God, I'm God with a blunt in my teeth
So that's why I don't talk when a gun in my reach
Cuz why talk while opps could be running from me?

Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it...

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Bust shots,
Grippin on 2 gold glocks,
Casin out your fuckin crib bitch I kept a close watch,
Try to Run up on me Got a blade in both socks,
Got you tied up santos waiting at the boat docks,

Hostile shit,
One shot from the pump will make your body flip,
I'm smashin on your girls box I'm feelin like I'm Roddy rich,
One hit from the blunt it gon hit you like karate kicks,
Bitch dont run your mouth one punch will leave your body fuckin stiff,


SANTOS SANTANA

oh my
point the tec 9 to yo face bitch
usually im moving low but not today bitch

coke lines
take a step back bitch 
better watch yo words 
ima pull up with ma gang bitch

cocaine
real dope fiend
bless the ak
bullets coming for yo brain

go spray
creepin with mane
killa dna
runnin through my veins

Gold Glocks feat. Santos Santana (Prod. tuMaggz)

pspspspspspspspsp thats the shit cats hear my boi they like wtf that shit how you do it why u do it tf you not meow'ing for tf you doin this shit ass snake impression is something wrong with you? then they shit on your rug cos they know you be wigging out its just how it fucking works man stay woke.

Lyrics:
blue screen black view
blue eyes white 
new feed tattooed
my mind high
cooties castles
we stay inside
who needs bad moods
i got mine

spinning through some crystal
keep it  clear we stay abyssal
diamonds dancing through my vision
my new mission to go pick em up
double up my focus hocus pocus 
spitting magic manic motions 
with my mixing cos i'm schizin 
on some killer mud

purple drank
got my body sank into the couch
speakers loud let the lyrics
that i write leave yo mouth
Aye
whatchu think
i don't get a thing from the clout
hit the cloud
up my tempo tempered metal
tempting blades out

blue screen black view
blue eyes white 
new feed tattooed
my mind high
cooties castles
we stay inside
who needs bad moods
i got mine

WHO NEEDS BAD MOODS
BE BUGGING ON THAT ASPHALT 
WANT BATH SALT DONT PASS ON 
A CHANCE TO BE LAST ONE
AWAKE WITH THAT MASK ON
LOVE IT WHEN WE KICK IT
HIT THE SAFE GET THE CASH GONE
DON'T NEED LESS I SNIFF IT
I'M A SAINT 

but we in corrupted times
let's get fucked up and waste away

Cooties/Castles (prod. gosha)

[Verse 1: Misfit]
Cut the strings off a puppet and hold him up for all to see
Lets tell the fans what you started and make a peasant fall to knees
Honestly, you sound the same on every song, what happened G?
Go back to making beats or learn to sell a fuckin' lease
A center piece of the scene
You're fuckin' twenty so please
Get a job and drop the act and maybe snag a degree
Don't start a war that you can't finish
Talkin' big but you're so timid
So don't tell us to run up
If you cannot state an opinion
I put this shit in my skin
You took a shit on your friends
A wannabe since the beginning
your careers in the bin
Go back to suckin' dicks
and get your bitch out my DM's
I'm feeling sick of all this shit
I'll make a mother fucker cave in
Aye man how we do this without fake men?
Ever since you left, we been great man
Blade open your chest and let it cave in
Hold it on the fire then we burn the mark on satan

[Hook: Misfit]
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want

[Verse 2: blckbrd]
Fuck a five foot four 
Discount store Sonny Moore
Screaming bloody murder
These formers are tryna start a war
Shitty horror core
Too busy falling on your dirty sword
And flexing all your numbers
Like a comma's all your working for
You flex a shooter life, but you can't even shoot a video
Fucking with the brothers and a family you committed to
And I refuse to fill my clique with hypocrites
I'll rip into you bastards
It's a fact that you deserve a payment back for how you acted
You really wanted this didn't you
You took your time and you plotted this, didn't you
I'm here to straighten the story
And it's fucking funny that I was concerned with offending you
Feelings are miniscule
Baggy's are plentiful
I got a few in my back and it's dreadful
That people can call you a friend and be dead to you
Ten seconds after they acting political
Houston do we got a visual?
No
Black out the sky with the miserable smoke
You can't fit in with the murder of crows
Cause when I run up we run up as a whole
Only time you keep a pole is when you suck a dick
You're too busy with that for your dogs
I'm boutta kick in the door
Got my foot on your throat
See you at my headline show lil bitch

Pinocchio feat. blckbrd (Prod. by Rajaste)

@FUKKSAILOR:
www.instagram.com/fukksailor

mixing and mastering by: @fukksailor
produced by: @fukksailor + @zyrom

LYRICS: https://genius.com/Fukksailor-no-stress-lyrics

NO STRESS!

NO STRESS! PROD. FUKKSAILOR x ZYROM

Det hele Begynte med en flaske og no søllis 
No e eg vekke og sauser på no øllis
E på spritaren kan kalle meg alkis
Mann eg suller duppar av e på spantis
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Eg trenger mere trekk

Eg trenger luft mann eg trenger luft 
D Ikkje sunt mann ikkje sunt 

Eg har lattis bong 
Den har lattis form 
Tatt en tattis orm 
Eg har fattig bom 

E på brunaren 
Ikkje grønnaren 
Få fatt i gønnaren 
E du på skjønnaren? 

E du faen meg dum eller ka faen? 
Heller salt i såret e du maaan? 
Spiser drit hver dag e eg human?
E du narkis så kan alt gå an 

Sauser vekk hele livet flexer om igjen
Mann eg Flyter av sted på den bommaren 
Skjønner ingenting for eg på lokaren 
Eg har jæla lyst møte tjommien

Eg trenger luft mann eg trenger luft 
D Ikkje sunt mann ikkje sunt 

Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Eg trenger mere trekk
Suller vekk tiden og Pikken e for liten 
Tar turen ned syden 
Eg spiser siste biten 

E på litaren 
E på slitaren 
E på kisaren mens du e på syteren 

Mann eg sauser opp i taket det e tåkete 
Mann eg spliffer det opp eg lager make 
Mann eg mekker nokke saus oppå fatet 
D eneste lært d e å hate 

Eg e ikkje gate 
Men eg e kiiis
E på flaske bong 
Gi meg en fliiis
Hvis du ikkje vet det 
E det en piece 
Gidd ikkje lete 
For eg vet det

Det hele Begynte med en flaske og no søllis 
No e eg vekke og sauser på no øllis
E på spritaren kan kalle meg alkis
Mann eg suller duppar av e på spantis
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Eg trenger mere trekk

Origin

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THE ALCHEMIST (Prod. RiCh LoSeR)

Jadeci - DeathSealReaper (Prod. Xentai)

mixed by: @kidmangx // mastered by: @sastrp
background vox: @sydcxx // cover art: @gvzzvh


k i keep several rugers 
‘stendo rulers 
send em through ya huh
k i keep metal tools 
to bend them rules and
bitch i’m booted up 
my clip gon never lose or rust 
might slip, yo men all losing blood
my clique gon rend and bruise 
my next tattoo i get from lucifer 

k i be ridin wit a dead bitch
crystals on my left wrist 
empty out the tec
case a nigga wanna set trip 
pistol pop his head 
case that nigga got a death wish 
simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with 

tell them bitches be quiet
he gon make me start a riot
tell them bitches be quiet
he gon make me..

down set 
hut 
put that HK through ya gut 
shawty told me i’m too mad but shit i love the smell of blood 
my grip miraculous for that static it’s too bad you’ll never touch 
i bet that glocky make him dance 
that ratchet make ya double dutch 
the fuck is up?

double vision triple digits on the dash 
couple pistols and some niggas got my back 
get the picture i could flip a couple racks 
i get busy with the glicks then get too rich to wipe my ass

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