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[LXXIV 1ST]

Step in this bitch with the heat by my lap/
heard he was tweaking so buddy got clapped/
fuck em, i might just set it to automatic 30 pellets were pelting him like its magic/
i take ya kids make em play in trafic, known as god but im satan down to the fabric/
triple 6 on the jeans aint a fiber catholic, when i enter the room tv's turn to static/
we got lung shots make you asthmatic, we got young shooters and they problematic/
we got more money than these cap rappers heres some bank statments go and fucking add it/ 
these some real guns yall play with plastic, when the time comes yall want it to stop/
i put my heart in the music but every corny fan want me to make tiktoks/

[KASHI 1ST]

I’m cold blooded just like a reptile find me posted with my blade in the Everglades.
He gone freeze up when I shoot the heater like shoto but kashimotu real not anime. 
Niggas fake, just hiding behind illusions, 
I ain’t falling for it, I’m seeing thru that genjutsu.
Better watch out, I’m tracking your movement,
Tottin the hammer but my opposition is loose screws.
Bodies drop when I up it and click back, 
Point it right at yo clique now nobodies left.
I just copped a grand I committed theft, cause this pistol auto you will meet death.
I ain’t like the rest, bet not flip the switch, 
445 and it came with 556.
My homie tr3 be carrying the four, when the cops show up, we gone plead the fifth.

[TR3]

Yeah I couldn’t turn my back x4
Yeah i keep my foot on these fuck niggas
They just typin on keyboards they dont pull triggers
Put the pole to his head watchem ooze out
No mechanic but i keep this tool out
Watch him scream he dont know what to do now
Had some days in the dark but i grew now
Like a bitch with new hair he got blew out
Make him crawl shoot his calves like a new cow
Yeah I couldn’t turn my back x2
Nah I couldn’t turn my back x2

[LXXIV 2ND]

yuh, straight from the underground, spitting shit bringing it back to the basement/
kill myself to prove no one can replace me/
all my replicas cant replicate to the fullest my bullets inflicting death i am a nuisance to pussies 
that run they mouth up on the internet/ 
still bring a strap to the mall 'case the opposition wanna get smoked like a cigarette/

[KASHI 2ND]

Aye, he finna see the light now his blood on the walls like a shadow or maybe a silhouette.
You better not fiend for attention an unwise decision you surely will soon regret.
Been a threat to the local civilians i vocally kill shit like I’m inumaki. 
Finna self destructive, kamikaze, if you want war, ima do you like the nazis.

RVMAN - i will not make tiktoks [prod. plurbs]

OFF 600 MG OF BENADRYL MAKING MONEY MOVES WITH THE SHADOWMAN

LINEUP:
@BRUHMANEGODDD
@LVSTFORPAIN
@C3OF

PRODUCTION BY @LUCYWYNTERS
ART BY @IKATERRU & @C3OF

/D/EGENERATE

SHADOWBAN

PRODUCTION BY @FRDMBEATS
MIXED BY ME BITCH

SPLIT HIS BRAINS FUCK IT LETS GO SPLIT HIS HEAD//
SPLIT HIS BRAINS FUCK IT LETS GO SPLIT HIS HEAD//
SPLIT HIS BRAINS FUCK IT LETS GO SPLIT HIS HEAD//
SPLIT HIS BRAINS FUCK IT LETS GO SPLIT HIS HEAD//

THAT WAY SO WE KNOW HE DEAD, AINT COMING BACK TO LIFE//
YEAH HE KNEW HIS FATE THE SECOND HE LOOKED INTO MY EYES//
WELCOME TO THE SHOW, SUCH A SHAME THAT HES UP ON DISPLAY//
IM 'BOUT TO FUCKING BLOW, PUT THIS HEAVY METAL TO HIS FACE, YUH//

OPEN UP THAT PIT LIL BOY//
BREAK ALL OF THAT SHIT LIL BOY//
THROW A FUCKING FIT LIL BOY//
THORW A FUCKING FIT LIL BOY//
OPEN UP THAT PIT LIL BOY//
BREAK ALL OF THAT SHIT LIL BOY//
THROW A FUCKING FIT LIL BOY//
THORW A FUCKING FIT LIL BOY//

AYE, WHY WOULD I SLIDE? YOU GONE BE POURING OUT SHOTS FOR THE DEAD HOMIES//
WHY WOULD I HIDE? NEVER AINT GOT BACK WHAT A BITCH OWE ME//
HOP IN THE RIDE,I GOTCHA GIRL IN THE SEAT TRYINA FUCKING BLOW ME//
WHAT ARE THE ODDS, SHE TELL ME TO COME IN THE CRIB CAUSE SHE BEEN REAL LONELY?//

STREAM

SPLIT BRAINS PROD FRDM

Menacing habit, shifting through pills in the medicine cabinet
Menacing habit, Weapons on weaponry, we tune it to tragic
Beat with the bottle of Hennessy faggot
Swallow the dirt and you sleep with the maggots
Im at the graves, gripping a gadget
Going to sleep with the gun under mattress

Ill make you kill yourself, you fuck with the Nitro or fuck with the Laxative
Bitch I am Ouija, no threats that Im seeing, Im pissing on all these tracks you did
I know that you watching, you plotting and scheming, you hoping you catching me lack ya dig?
You really a poser, ran over, kill dozer, you faking just some plastics tits

Menacing habit, shifting through pills in the medicine cabinet
Menacing habit, Weapons on weaponry, we tune it to tragic
Beat with the bottle of Hennessy faggot
Swallow the dirt and you sleep with the maggots
Im at the graves, gripping a gadget
Going to sleep with the gun under mattress

Kill shit, bleed red
Number one dead head
12 at the door its gon be a dead fed
If I had a kid Id be a dead beat
Blow my brain, Kurt Cobain
Time stone put it on repeat
Stepping in your nightmares bitch Ill see you in your dreams
Ouija do not care, bitch the corpses start to reek
Bleaching all my sinks before the blood starts to seep
Collecting dead man teeth, who is next? Lets just see

I was on my evil shit just the other day
Waiting for the Ouija to come out and play
I was on my evil shit just the other day
Waiting for the Ouija to come out and play

Medicine Cabinet (prod. Zodiacc)

Colder than a blizzard, ice my veins im not no lizard
You garbage like you litter, the triple six wizard
Survival of the Fittest, Mobb Deep code switcher
Teachings of Abaddon, a blackened soul stealer
Retarded ass
Motherfucker find the body at the underpass
Pipe bombs using nails and some shattered glass
Impact akin to a sonic blast, piss black from laced packs, my time has passed
Sicker than coronavirus, please just keep your distance
Its a issue if you expect me to be you piss ants
Fuck you and your whole crew, you wont ever be like Missing
Cutthroat must’ve cut like butter, deep with clean incisions
666 soldier
Flip phone i can fold ya
Mental like an illness, man this sickness caused a coma
You copying, you opposite like polar, solar
Flaring motherfuckers do not roll up, hold up
Weed smellin, non felon, wont see heaven
Just my clique repping, Ima bastard, whys it matter if I live reckless? We all die in the end, bitch I been testing, my methods send a message, listen children

If you say you’d die for me I’ll put you in a casket,
I need you to kill for me not fall in with the masses,
Missing people we are all over the globe we massive,
So if you step up to the team we will turn you all to ashes,
This shit is dust to dust, 
my bullets are full of rust,
Friends aren’t the ones you trust,
So Watch your back out in the cut,
I’ll see you out in the mud,
Blade up to the bloody sun,
I don’t need your permission to kill a fake stab em in the gut,
Masochistic suicide,
These fuck boys tryna kill my vibe,
I don’t need you inside my life,
So fuck off for I waste my time,
I’ll put this bullet in your mind,
To make you think of every time,
You stabbed me the back and wouldn’t look me in my fucking eyes

Rare Case of a Necessary Death (prod. Sphynx)

9 milli freestyle (sped) [prod. cxrpse]

DAViD HASSELHOFF

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ITAMI, 2025
CKVZ, 2025

Director's Cut

Dead Inside

Apple Music

Dead Inside ft. 13zipz, No1

featuring @lvstforpain

[hook]
fuck im so mad hot
 wrapped up in kevlar
bitch i am nextup
smile in my reddot
fuck you aint flexed up
all you do is mad bark
lil dog get buck
otherwise you get fucked


all that ice on my wrist
(fuck im so mad hot)
 you better shut the fuck up
(otherwise you get fucked)
bitch you know who it is 
(bitch i am   next up)
ay im on that mercs shit
( wrapped up in kevlar)

[verse]
lungs drip
full clip
aint nobody but my clique
got a scar by my side and we whippin somethin swift
fuck a bitch
its legit
im the best
yous a bitch
get the fuck out my way
or the body crushes your chest

i got mad bands
froze hands
flows whack
no chance
oh damn
smoke grams
till i fuckin pass out 


i want black cash
too fresh
mercenaries
contact
serving with my lifeline
i fullfill the fuckin contract


oh my god im mad hot
i dont whip no tesla
petrol for the heat
i dont need no fucking charger


oh my god im mad hot
too fast for a driveby
crash the fucking whip
50k they sayin bye bye

[hook]
fuck im so mad hot
 wrapped up in kevlar
bitch i am nextup
smile in my reddot
fuck you aint flexed up
all you do is mad bark
lil dog get buck
otherwise you get fucked


all that ice on my wrist
(fuck im so mad hot)
 you better shut the fuck up
(otherwise you get fucked)
bitch you know who it is 
(bitch i am   next up)
ay im on that mercs shit
( wrapped up in kevlar)

[verse @lvstforpain]
i am so fucked up
you be some suck ups
i got the clip tucked
bitch down she sack suck

pack a fucking 30 clip i rip his shit he dipped out quick
extendo in my bendo got a mag and it be size up big

xl xl xl
all my bitching fucking xl
pedal to the metal
screams on heavy fucking metal 
all you basic bitches
drinking gross ass fucking rebels

when ash settles
human vessels
feed you peasants stinging nettle
uh
ay
stinging neddle uh
slide that bitch back clear the back of the rack of your motha fuckin dental uh
equip with mac got a stack of that pack in the mutha fuckin rental

uh ay

i feel so buried like pompei

blade to the face talkin melee

she spin on my dick like a bayblade

MAD HOT

MAD HOT FT. LVST [PROD. DEVILJIN]

I was pissed off, pretty much a freestyle.

Prod by me

fucked off a bottle

GULLY track 2

Produced Mixed and Mastered by @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: Na$tii
you ain’t on cause of yo talent 
boy you dick ride
listen thru yo songs and I was laughing
get yo shit right 
I been on that riot shit that violence 
what incite 
how you catch an ego talking big 
when you got lil hype 

steady making hits 
and been smoking in abundance 
I can’t stand the fuckery 
and all them bad assumptions 
blasting all my shit until that speaker give concussions 
and if we seeing12 come we kill em by dozen

stay hating on the gully kid
but yo girl fuck w my music 
got problems with control
if I like it I abuse it 
hit em in his stomach 
leaving bruises and contusions 
and I’m smoking Russian cream
but that blunt looking bigger than a Cuban 

80x put me under the grid
when the bell ring she gonna cover gully in spit 
kick handle in so we can go and plunder the crib
if you owe that’s some shit 
I don’t simply forget 
I need a cigarette 
now pass the razer blade 
been here for a second 
you want smoke then you gon fade away 
take it day to day only seconds till we all decay 
now single file everybody never misbehave 

thumbing through the rubbish 
where the diamonds at 
tell me where you find me at ? 
ready with the polish 
at the exit but the timings past 
you ain’t really built to last
you ain’t really ten toes 
leaking from the gash 
money froze now you exposed 
I got optimism but the glass is coloured Melrose
you ain’t really want it but you cop before the sale close 
now they selling tons but my brothers still in jail clothes

Hook: Na$tii 

grab the guillotine let it go until the jail close x4

I can’t see the face, but i know it got a pale glow 
bomb they limousine wrap they bodies like a pharaoh 
they can feel the squeeze just remember not to let go x2

Verse 2: Na$tii

I cracked my lips 
I take drag I rolled some hash in it
spinning of a fifth a federale how im taxing shit 
I ain’t gonna quit i shoot a badge till I’m a terrorist 
I ain’t even real I’m just a mirror up to a narcissist 

you ain’t really  gripping you a sweaty palm pacifist 
I been steady in it you ain’t even started spawning yet
Vietcong vet you a house pet 
I can’t even see you roaches scatter
once the light set 

roll my landlord in a blunt and get to smoking 
poison out the frogs back needles get to poking 
bleaching out my skin in the love seat while it soak in 
saying all that shit now you claiming u misspoken 

9-5 you serving so you don’t get 25 life 
now you fucking  pissed off
all you wanna do is fight 
Bobby where the kids at 
Bobby where that fucking wife 
Bobby in the suburbs grabbed a knife and stabbed a hunnid times

Hook repeats

Jail Talk

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