B.ZERO (Prod. NIGHTMVRE)

FIGHT CLUB (Prod. Trashy)

CHARMANDER (Prod. HAARPER)

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Lyrics:
In my mask
Watch me whip and dash
You cannot surpass
It’s the hash
Slanging and I slash
Welcome to the past
To the match
Groupies at the door
Who be at ya show
No one knows
All the things I know
Except you gotta go

Eskimo when I kill the seal
Kyuubi out the field
Every note that I make is real
Murder rob and kill 
Can’t find my tracks
But I’m in the back
Yo bitch on my lap
She cap fo cap
Lyin to yo face so that I can smash her

She dropping her knees faster
She knows that I’m yo captor
If you wanna brawl I’ll knock yo head off like a kappa
Take yo throne to front row
You’ve lost yo mind yo control
The rays gon shower lead
And burn all those who cannot uphold 

Made in the fire with the high tide
Puttin my time in divine, make it tye dye 
Stirring my life in the bank from the pipeline
Getting my sight open to the very thing that broke
Me and my effigy and bones
Got the godhand on my side on my throne
Now I can take it and shape it and break what I’ve hated, not jaded, elated invading ya home 

In my mask
Watch me whip and dash
You cannot surpass
It’s the hash
Slanging and I slash
Welcome to the past
To the match
Groupies at the door
Who be at ya show
No one knows
All the things I know
Except you gotta go

I got my ana and I got my shiv
And I got that damage with only one click
Got my boot with the blade
Know I’m coming with the kick
Gonna knock yo head off
to the floor like bricks
Now I’m off breaking bread with yo one true hoe
And I’m getting that head and I’m getting that row
And I’m getting all that money but I’m keeping my soul
Keep it low like a crow 
Like Lee when I go

iCARUS (Prod. HAARPER) - HAARPER

R’LYEH [PROD. CARELEAN]

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Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

HAARPER - NOTHING IS FOREVER

HAARPER // BLACK CUBE OF SATURN (Prod. HAARPER)

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Lyrics:
I got towers to control 
Got that power on my throne 
Got that power powder 
Generated hours by ya own
It’s the harvest of ya soul
Hit the target like a bull
Now they venerate 
I emanate that sauer to ya skull 

It’s genocide with that fire
And that psi
Got it 825 plus golden eye
Turn em mounds of dead
To a diamond mine 
Brought them hounds now you red
Tank tread where you ly 

Don’t got bars
Gotta multi cell
Multiply my shells
Then I rob that bank
Makin em walk that plank 
Like shank with 
Only one arm
My lead makin paint 

Stomp that rat
Like a motherfuckin stamp
Like an ant
Take em back 
To the camp 
With the baseball bat 
Get slumped with the beam
Where the rest of yo team
Get thrown in the trunk
Get chopped like a tree
Like pop rocks
Boutta pop off
With the sawed off
Molotov drop
From the top
Get caught off guard 
Takin these shells to the yard
Leavin my enemies charred

A24
Put em in the floor
Killing sacred foes 
Make it right
So I kill this dough
Killin my new dough 
Jacket black
Know I rock the coat
Furnace makin smoke 
I’ll make ya choke
And I brought the cult
Surround like a moat

They want control
I ain’t payin no toll
Got that trigga finga itchin 
Now I gotta go roll
Like an oven in the kitchen 
Gotta burn ya soul
Make it burn like coal
Make it burn the whole

Hydro plane
If they runaway 
Ima make it rain
Break yo lane 
I’m on higher planes 
Raising hell with chains 

Uptown
All around
As above
Sow it down

Tell me what you here for

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BLACK CUBE OF SATURN

HAARPER - BLACK CUBE OF SATURN

Thoughts In My Mind

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

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)

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C4 (Prod. Hinh)

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