tracks II

Production by @threeordie
Engineered by @prodjordanjay

LYRICS:

Life loves to turn you to a bitch and fornicate 
Addiction is a disease you can never satiate 
knowingly 
makin yourself sicker 
Poppin pills 
And chasin it with liquor 
Never seen someone with the flu 
Askin for a higher fever 
kids filming themselves OD
It’s literal insanity 
Losing all control of reality 
Lying to your own psyche 
In your own voice 
Telling you 
this is the right choice 


￼They telling me to smile 
But I don’t know happiness 
All I know is narcotics
So now I’m just lethargic 
One would think 
Dope would make me feel copacetic 
But I’m addicted 
and I can’t stop it
Shit is a menace
All my life I’ve had 
a morbid conscience 
Flashback to Scenarios
 from my adolescence 
Addiction talks to me
in my own cadence 
Like my brain fell victim
to a parasitic sadist

overdose [Prod. 3OD]

https://soundcloud.com/alex-hauschild-28800045
yeah im 
Sorta problematic I cause issues in your household 
Running up a pack like I got issues with the count cold 
Case when I come in cause my stomach  is 
Like the Dow Jones 
Dropping headed south for a week and
Then I bounce home 
Why so sudden need the medicine to let her go 
High soap fucking out control I’m here to 
Let em known 
I can’t take the pressure no my head about to fucking blow 
I’m beckoning to death with every step and every message wrote 

I don’t wanna drop top not that kid 
Use to move it off my bike to everyone that know I’m lit 
Now I’m someone that they recognize but  something must’ve switched 
Cause I’m shunning all your shit I don’t need you to get it 
Bitch I’m backpack stack shawty catch me on the bridge 
Your shit wack wack probably why you 
Always on my dick 
I don’t dap slap hands with the fake I know you is 
Only here just for a grip fair the weather when I dip 
Distant minded I don’t buy it I been dying for some time 
I’m deriding all these rappers whole discography with lines 
It’s a ticking ticking time bomb 
Bouta fucking fly 
Off the shelf I let em die 
Whip the wits I said goodbye 
Bitch you burnt work 
Harder than a god damn machine 
Out the dirt hurt carting round my hate for where we been 
Where we living where we spin fuck the sound of Summer been 
Shut inside for 20 months so now I’m bouta fucking sin

drive [noxygen]

MUKBANG Prod. Trashy)

Imma kill shit 
Spit with the sickness 
Young mothafucka bringin heat 
Dollar bills on my wish list 
Long live biggie imma never miss Christmas 
Creepin up out the tomb I leave a witness suspicious 
Like hold up 
I get buck 
Used to have a stutter now I never give a fuck 
Comin up out the gutter now I’m boutta double up 
Never let my mother suffer we gon get the fuck out the rut 
You’ll never hold me 
Hear the sirens and the police 
Nikes on my feet 
Deep 
On a soul seek 
Thinkin about the times I refused to see
In 3D 
Now Im seein everythang how it should be 
Uh 
On the microphone 
I’m at home 
Rippin and trippin up on the flows 
Till my eyes glow 
Ya go slow 
Boy tell me what cha know 
Shout out JGRXXN
Schema the posse stayin on the go bitch 
Keep the same face even when the wind change 
Lame mothafuckas gotta stay where I designate 
They resonate 
With the lines I create 
Elevate 
To a state 
Of revelation and regenerate 
This ya fate 
rhymes clean like Colgate 
I be rippin it quick leave ya jaw dropped no way 
Like okay 
Sxmpra got the plays 
Now riddle me this mothafucka where the fuck is my pay 
Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn bey blade 
Pull my damn card in five parts that’s an end game 
Imma keep it goin blowin up like grenade 
Sippin liquor from my cup like it’s mothafuckin lemonade 
Uh 
And I just can’t stop 
Ill drop heat till I pop 
This a 24/7 shop 
Send shots 
Like a Mac 10 
Back when 
I could give a fuck 
Bout a never really has been 

Roll round town 
Black tint 
With the lights out 
Bumpin that sound 
Chase clout 
What they all bout 

I don’t have time for the precious games 
Boutta pop off so remember the name 

Roll round town 
Black tint 
With the lights out 
Bumpin that sound 
Chase clout 
What they all bout 

I don’t talk when there’s nothin to gain 
We ain’t the same bitch stay in ya lane 

Kick dust 
Let em bust slugs like teddy 
Tell a mothafucka come and get it when ya ready 
I’m a stone cold villain 
Next to Willem sittin steady 
See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti 
I’m betting 
Half the scene still wetting they bedding 
They getting petty forgetting I’m getting ready for endings so gimme vicky pedretti and I’ll be letting ya get me or I’ll be wrecking the setting itll be ya head that I’m blending bitch 
Uh 
What’s that in my backpack 
You don’t really see me get that 
Playin on ya girl like a tech deck 
Pussy mothafucka better step back mmm

Better step the fuck back 
Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack 
I don’t give a fuck pussy send whos next 
Schema the posse mothafucka coming straight for ya neck

just another rap song (prod. ISVVC)

Got all the bones
Now ill summon insurrection
Lich army with the pharmies at the section
Smokin the pack, im on a massacer worship the gat
Idol the gun and then take em on back - to the heaven that they come from 

Or the hell where the seventh ring is stunt dunce
Dunning kruger like the god who made this universe his dance 
Dancing with fentanyl, im hoping for a stance, like ip man or some kendo got the shi-cho fvck a lance

Im whippin it high in vice city like im fvcking vance 
Ill tell a tall tale ever drama conjured since 
I took her back to the tree where she rinsed and she rinsed
Her naked body for the fruit she impaled through her tints 

Sensory world born, Im breaking through as the lore (law) says 
Vengenful blackened spirit im dodging like im morpheus 
Comet so critical, end times with the warfare 
Can I pull a missile through it, dapper man, im wh0re fair

Bang, boom, ratatatata to your room, breaking all these busters with the bunker buster to the dome
Shells out, im flicking souls right back to their homes
Bang, boom, ratatatata to your room, breaking all these busters with the bunker buster to the dome
Shells out, im flicking souls right back to their homes

URGENT (PROD. WXRST)

Eminem - Mockingbird (Blasterjaxx Remix)

Deftones - Sextape (Fryar Flip) [FREE DOWNLOAD]

BLAAP - Mushrooms.mp3

Thrilled to make my return with this remix. I heard this track just one time driving in my car and I immediately had in my head the idea on how I would create this. 

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John Summit - Shiver [TRANTIC Remix]

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DUKE - The One Who Knocks

Get it off da floor X HOLLYWOOD BO

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Welcome to the chop, posted in a drop top

Know I keep the Glock, make that pistol pop pop

Serving up the block, paper chasing nonstop

Show me what you got, oh I guess you got shot

First off I murder, hit a lick with the burner

Make a wish Timmy Turner, take a trip to The Further

Bitch I bang the right side, i'm a alien a beast
Something like it's Syfy bitch I'm creeping through the streets



Don't hesitate pull the knife out demonstrate
,
Take a lick off the blade, slit your throat and then escape

Got the chrome tip plate, bad bitch over the nape

Brought a clip + 8 like it's fuckin John & Kate - Kate

Imma hypnotize with these eyes rise your demise

Terrorize lies blood ties fuckin homicide

Imma memorize all they cries still see they eyes

Pull up with a stick, when you see me bounce bounce -

Bounce mutha fucka before I pounce mutha fucka

Broke pussy probably couldn't sell a ounce mutha fucka

Flame of Anubis I weep, Freddie Krueger when I creep
Dream eater mother fucker better pray you never sleep

Harakiri

HARAKIRI [PROD. ELE]

Terra-byte a Terra

Lyrics:

download my conscious it can't sit up ill in my brain
i see them watching they plotting up ill on my name
this shit be nonsense got no cents dollars or the k
i get my profits abolished sleeping the rain 

They keep me callous fuck out my palace out my lane
switching my list up till they got mist up in they veins
said picture my system delete my shit like every day 
I will not miss em i can't relate we ain't the same 

my lungs can't breathe round you
got no trust on higher views
keep that dirt up in my sleeves
tangled sheets and lsd
broke my screen it staying blue
static stabbing in my view
making bread to break your being
i stay fed on guillotines

paint it black while i od
strapped full of chemicals
passed the cemetery 
now i'm back ephemeral
addict with leaves
in the trees where i stay
we just casualties 
left my keys in the gate said

pessimist distance me from everything
(yea aye no way)
masochist slits his wrist and its heavenly
(no light on snow days)

Download My Conscious (prod. BLEAK BEATS)

BUNGEE GUM [PROD. homele$$]

THE ALCHEMIST (Prod. RiCh LoSeR)

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