Hearing this in concert had my organs shaking with this bass

HAARPER

B.ZERO (Prod. NIGHTMVRE)

CINNAMON

HAARPER - CINNAMON

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Lyrics:
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that drone
Gotta clone but they never home
Call you on the phone
You gon know aint no way out
Do not stay out
I done see it all befo you a pussy 
played out

Bring my ana and my blaster
Ima start the raid now
Ima tag ya all ya matter will not matter laid out
It’s the trapper of the season
Ima make it rain now
Talk about a stupid mothafucka with a ruger from the gutter gonna take em to another fuckin plane like OOH

Look another punk
Think you bigger
You a stickler
That’s enough 
Pull the trigger 
Yellow sticker 
On the ground 
Gettin rid of all the litter
Toe taggin all my opposition they cannot get rid of me  

Jump with the pump
Make another fuckin punk get sunk
Break another fuckin chump
Pop pop to a runt
Make em cough
Like I hit em with a blunt 
Cough drop
Take ya soul then I punt

Ima put em in the earth
Jump start the birth
Got my choppa
Gonna put ya in the mothafuckin dirt
Neferpitou in a hearse 
But I seen much worse
People slipping to chaos succumb to the curse I’m the catalyst 

I don’t need a key
Cause I be breaking through the lock
Ima throw another stone right through yo window call a cop
I be stompin choppin up the block the blicky make ya drop
It gets sticky when she get my hicky 
She all on my

I made you the way that you are
Everybody wanna be me but they way too far
Cannot keep up, get yo green up
Got another c cup with her knees up
In yo Prius 
Teacups with chamomile
In my camo in ammo fields
With the banner get banned right here
Ima banish the plan is clear

Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that 
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that 
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that drone 
Gotta tone
Hit ya with that
Hit ya with that

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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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HAARPER - BLACK CUBE OF SATURN

BARRICADE

DEFEND (PROD. iEliteCtrl)

SONS OF KAIN

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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]

THOTTIES [PROD. HAARPER]

lyrics:

When I see yo face I wanna puke
Juke juke juke juke 
fuck out the way
I know you know I got the juice
I'm through
Boutta whip the hammer and the broom
Everybody juh assume
But I'ma bring the Fuckin doom 
Ima juke
On you you you
You make me wanna puke when you do the thangs you do
I'm through
Thotties see me flyin to the moon
So I let em come thru they can play my skin flute

Smellin Fuckin fresh
No downy
I bee Feelin high like I'm off a pot brownie 
Where the Fuckin purp time to bring in my bounty
She drop her mini skirt
Got a mothafucka howling

I don't really care fo all the talk I don need that
Mothafuckas talk so much they gonna need a C pap 
When I see that booty shakin
Peter like I need that
Put it in her butt
Fo the bust
I don't need that (kids) 

Pop pop
Pop pop
On a bitch
She slop
Sloppy
Like she floppin like a fish
You a flop
Old news floppy disk
My ex is a bitch
Don't text go fish

PUKE [PROD. HAARPER]

LYRICS:

[HAARPER]
Keep it minimal
Criminal with stealth at the pinnacle
I'm cynical, visual
Damage looking critical
I mean to taunt
Mean to haunt
Bury ya in serif font
I make a jaunt
Roamin savant
They talk that shit but looking gaunt

[ELIJAH GHOST]
Lets get physical
Aint kidding you
Im dropping kicks on any bitch
We cynical
Get rid of you
Dont pop if you aint on no shit cuz
Watch where ya step cuz im stomping em
Come at me crazy, im dropping em
stick through his back and sarcaophagus
haarper squeeze back with the choppa
we chop em up
He a joke
He want smoke
Not the kind that you toke
If you broke
Theirs still hope
Use my life like a quote
Take his neck
round the rope
Ghost gon turn em to a ghost
Ghost gon show em how to float
Thats on everything I wrote bitch

[HAARPER]
Red dot
Red dot
Now I'm on da next stop
Lead drop
Lead drop
Hidden when da feds knock

I'll escape from the crypt 
With a list in my left hand
Brass on da right 
They gon fly in da badlands
I got my sight on da knife
Like a madman
Leeches on da beaches 
Bleedin on my mortal canvas
Spike in the night
Got em high in the gallows
Nigh be the peace 
We been seeking in the shallow
Depths of our temporal
Lobe round da globe
I be clearing all the chatter
It don't matter where they go

RED DOT FT. ELIJAH GHOST [PROD. HAARPER]

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All black, cash in the stash spot with the new gat
Shorty tell me that she love she gon' bussit, throw it back
Little boy you a stain, you a fake, that’s that
Bottom row full of gold keep a pole no cap

And she ridin dick real thicc no photos
While you posting pics on the gram in your polo
Can I stick around for a minute? Aw hell no
I quit hittin licks when I made it out the jungle 
Bought that bitch some Gucci now she standing at attention
I keep catching feelings now I’m back into remission
You ain’t put in half the work I did when I was 15
I ain’t need shit from a bitch

All black, cash in the stash spot with the new gat
Shorty tell me that she love she gon' bussit, throw it back
Little boy you a stain, you a fake, that’s that
Bottom row full of gold keep a pole no cap
(x2)

ALL BLACK

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