lost all my respect for you as an artist when i heard that 35 rounds in a 30 clip line, phony ass rapper

Dude! Fukkpredvtxr sent me your way. I fuck with you.  I think you'd feel my shit too.  Killed it trackwise btw

this guy make me so 51:50 in the best kinna way 

quit the slowflow bring back the funky shit like bonegrip and hellhound militia !!

tryhard v2

@prod-aogiri
lyrics
cold sweats got me waking up in bed shakin
im a mess poppin something got my head racing
cigarettes chase it with a marijuana fragrance
in need for death think the 40 95 is waiting

And you'll never get through with the stress
it's never ending always put to the test

and im indifferent don't wanna be like the rest

Spotify

cold sweats (prod. aogiri)

lyrics:

[ak]
When I break a bitch
I never leave the evidence
Shitting on you rappers
I don't see nobody better than
The gang be coming up
I kill them all for just for adrenaline
Kicking in your door, I do not wait for you to lemme in
Yeah

Keep that .45 tucked by gut
Oh fuck, Imma come and dust a mothafucka up
I ain't talkin just to talk
Because that shit ain't adding up
Right now I feel like giving up
But do I really give a fuck
Yeah

Imma soldier, keep my head low
Grinding till I make it
And I put that on my dead folks
Surrender control of all the things that I can't let go
Feeling like the devil
I don't see a fucking halo
Yeah

I pull with the fucking choppa, let it bust
Getting everything I want
Got me feeling like the One
If he really wanna problem, Imma smoke him like a blunt
Heard he talking out of pocket
So I got to mitt them up, yeah

Gimme all the racks
Get back or get your skull cracked
Taking what I want
You fucked up, I'm next up
Hellhound Milita
Piped up, so guess what
Kill a mothafucka, dump the body in the aqueduct
Pussy talking all this shit
But he won't ever back it up
Fucking on ya shawty
And I told her ass to back it up
Saying you a goofy when we naked
Then we laugh it up
Dropping off the bodies cause she love to see me rack 'em up

[res]
Red beam, lead piece
Holdup boy, don't test me
Holographic gleam on the sight, what a blessing
I be like a thief in the night while you resting
I remove the peace from your life, now you stressing

Glockboi, don't make me put the beam on it
Hopping out the Scatty Pack, ain't nothing but a thing homie
I keep circle very small, ain't nothin less my team on it
Chopper seem to chop them up, I let that fucker ring, woadie

I could keep it old school
Holdup Imma cock back
Thought a nigga told you
Roll up and I cop that
I be sipping soju
Pour it, Imma toss back
Imma keep it loaded in my holy water bloodbath
All my niggas rolling, got them smoking on a opp pack
I be like a soldier when I'm loading up for combat
I need mental closure, I'm still open on the contract
I got flow pneumonia, I be cold it ain't no contest
What a nigga want, huh?!
Bullet through his spleen, hoe
Watch a nigga dump once, he can't hit a thing though
All she want is tough love, I can't feel a thing, hoe
I might cut him, and leave him rotting on the bottom of the sea floor

out on all platforms

ak3k x do not resurrect - nuclear winter (prod. rose)

ANDSTLLIWEPT Feat. ONI INC. (prod. Esthetic Gloom)

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

Lyrics:

(I must be dreaming)
I must be dreaming

Is that the reason for these flashbacks? 
Sat back in the black, mind off track
Another attack, nightcaps just to fight back
Could have tapped out but I bounced right back
Barely recognise the person that I used to be, 
Looking in the mirror and it's nothing like I used to see
Nothing new to me but truthfully I can't believe
I'm living a life I thought I'd never see 

I must be dreaming
Never thought I'd come this far
I must be dreaming
All I wanted from the start 
I must be dreaming
Just don't let it fall apart
I must be dreaming
(I must be dreaming)
I must be dreaming

Makes a difference from the nightmares 
Wake up everyday and realise I'm right where
I thought I'd never be
Heights I thought I'd never reach
Even at my lowest still I'm better than I've ever been
So surreal when I look at where I am today 
And to think I could have gone and thrown it all away
Wasn't always great but now I'm in a better place
If this is all a dream then I don't wanna wake

I must be dreaming
Never thought I'd come this far
I must be dreaming
All I wanted from the start 
I must be dreaming
Just don't let it fall apart
I must be dreaming
(I must be dreaming)
I must be dreaming

#NTHN #CloudedNorth #emorap #sadrap #cloudrap #altrap #althiphop

Dreaming

Written by GRIM SALVO
Produced by @33marrow

- 𝐋 𝐘 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒 + 

Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion 
Shook to the core from what I witnessed 
But I never had a chance to make it with the living 

Walking dead man
Limping from my mama’s kitchen 
Drinking wormwood
Free from my mental prison 
Bloody red hands
Dripping on my mama’s linens 
Lord, it feels good
All these beetles in my prism 

Walking dead man 
I never had sight, I was blind to begin with  
We drinking wormwood 
Paradise, my mind is sickened 
Bloody red hands
I was born once again in a vision 
Tell me I did good
Gonna carry out the wishes of my own decrepit premonitions 
 
All night covered eyes 
I know no right 
Come and hide outside 
My sight-sight is flooded with the moonlight
Eating with his mind untied 
Blackened vomit with the tide (you can trust me)
I can promise you the lie
Seeping out, burning the edges 
Your tongue has been tied
Crucify my chemical red flesh mind 
I will never kill myself 
I will never fucking die 

Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
BLACK OUT, waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion 
Shook to the core from what I witnessed 
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
 
✄ ☹ ☜

grey.link

Track 02
Produced by NetuH x Instinct <3
747
How do you think the world will end? I think rain.

Harpoon

Snowpiercer [prod. S1NINJA]

BAD STRAINS 001
Prod. Klimonglue
747
Lyrics:
Coming from the mud to a motherfucking garbage can
Choppa with a scope got me feelin like the taliban
Turn em to a ghost, like it’s motherfukin Pacman
Cuttin on some dope,  and smokin on some Pakistan/
Always got a mask, and I always leave your pockets broke
I ain’t ever ask, shawty always wanna top me though
I ain’t give her cash, if she want it imma block the hoe
I ain’t ever cap, hitchu wita blicka blocka smoke/
Blicka blocka knockin with the choppa on your coffin door
I ain’t kill em I just hit em up and left his collar broke
I ain’t finish, I just got the addy imma hollow you
I got your bitches number, I never finna call her tho/
From da gutter,
Now I’m movin like I’m undercover/
Jacket on my body, hidin everything that’s under
Yeh yeh
Shawty met me now she wanna be my lover, I ain’t love her but told that bish I’m down to go and fuck her/
take ya mother soul
Fitty in the clip it at your brudduh soul
..He ain’t really bout it broker his poker face he fuckin fold
Fuck em though
I ain’t need a hunnid need hunnid more
Vamanos, now I’m shippin in I got some money dough/
Fuck a hoe, imma fly my shawty in from in from mexico
Hella dope, only smokin gasoline like Texaco
Medical, Imma turn a rapper to a vegetable
I’m never eatin bullets, only faygo mixed with hella smoke/
Pullin right up and I’m puttin hunnid round drum it gon plug up yo whip
Pullin right up and I’m putting a hunnid round glizzy it shootin and fuck up yo fit
Bullet gon hit em, I swear I ain’t miss em, or missin my mark, it gon hollow yo ribs
I got a hunnid on me, and the glizzy on me, and i buying the mourgue like a witch
Lil bitch/
(Haha she ain’t a 10 but I swear that she fuckable)

ZIKA! (Prod. Klimonglue)

BAD STRAINS 002
prod. Klimonglue
747

Lyrics:
40k got nobody,
..I ain’t really want no shorty
Only bring twins in the shawty
When I pullup to the party/
If he talkin slick, get bodied
I ain’t with the shits for a hobby
Live my life like the army/
Spiderweb scars crawlin on me
Spiderweb scope on da glocky
Poppin off atcho posse/
Trash gang vest on my body
Put a hunnid hollows in yo artery
We gettin realll/
...Pullup on a pussy block,
Lemme get da Glock
Witchy make the fuckin block hot,
We poppin off
I ain’t fuckin with the ops
Only juggernauts
Shawty wanna gimme top
And so I break her off/
Aye
He wanted smoke got a sedative
aye
I’m packing bong fulls of sediment
aye
I keep a beam on the regiment
Shoot atcho posse im leavin no evidence aye
Aye aye
...Ain’t wearin vetements...
...Only trash on da mask causin exodus...
....cut my ties from the past like my ex and shit...
...I got money now I like to flex a bit.../
Get the fuck out my face bitch you toxic
I got Jesse in da whip we in da cockpit
Fitty drum up in da bottom of da Glock clip
Put some cops up in a coffin, livin lawless
Ah shit
Now we on da hotlist/
..bitch
Yeh you shoulda stayed in college
Rearange, on yo brain like collages
Suck my dick, you bitch, got up off it
Keep a sticky wita stiffy atcho noggin/
Pull up on a pussy block I know he talkin now I roll up to set and leave his body in a coffin
I ain’t ever talkin less you in da gang I aint respondin 
I got so much fuckin haters trade my car out for a carbine 
Grr ba
...Leave pussy rapper coughin
Choppa choppin up his body, lemme put em in da cauldron
Make em fade off, Acog 
Wita green dot
Atcho make up, Aye yuh
Shootchu face off/
Blech
Yeh
Nephilim the set now
I got fitty in da trunk that put his head down
Shawty givin me the eye, she wanna head out
Got dat bitch up on my dick she gimme head now
X2

H1N1! (Prod. Klimonglue)

BAD STRAINS 003
Prod. Klimonglue
747

Lyrics:
Pullup in a ghost, and I leave em as a carcass
Try and take my soul, imma let the poison dart hit
Come up from the cold, I like bitches that are toxic
I got lots of gold, lotsa water I got Shark Drip/
He get shot up,
ain’t no camera this shotgun
Gang on me, I pullup and i leave em playin possum
Mi Casa, do you wanna step into mi bossa 
I hit em wita scar, the opposition fulla goners/
Polygraph all on your fuckin body, make your body ache
Lookin like a doctor wit these tools, I make his body shake
Only time I come up out my room is when I got the kay 
I Smoke em by the pound I fuckin grew you bought another eighth/
Sippin on the the syrup, this a waffle cake
Now I’m feelin gone, ain’t nobody gonna bother me
No we cannot talk, I let the choppa do the conversating
Pullup on yo block, and Imma make his fukin body break/
I don’t ever talk but still I’m movin like I say too much
Ollie down your block, I rip yo pocket, then I’m skatin off
Fuckin on yo bish, she on my dick and then I break her off
Fitty in da clip, if 12 be knockin, I don’t pay em off/
Walk-in down yo block, wita semi in my right hand
Pullup to the party, no Bacardi, only fightin 
Meet me in the lot, I eat yo face up like a titan
Shawty wanna fuck because she like the way I’m shinin/
All these artists hate in me think I give a fuck
..I got money I got butch now I’m really blowin up
..Aye wussup
You bitch, ain’t no rappers pullin up
.. I Just bought yo girl a Patek now yo bitch she roll my blunts aye/
Aye wussup aye
Aye wussup aye
When I see you at my shows I let my nuts hang
Knuckle up aye
Knuckle up aye
Every time I play I show we leaving cuts aye/

SARS! (Prod. Klimonglue)

EGODEAT (prod. KLIMONGLUE)
747 HHM NEPHILIM TRASH
ACAB KILL 2020 
Official music video: 
lyrics:
50 drum, glozzy cocking watch your lungs split
40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sun kissed
wussup, said he want it so we smoke em up
eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist/
put my fist up in your bitch,
shawty said she love that shit,
now we smoking out the zip, we rolling green up like a witch
Keep a chopper with a dick on em, I'm never gonna miss,
caught some bodies playing victim, way I'm always in the mix.
Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up,
40 bricks im bout to flip i lost my job don't give a shit, bitch
yellow diamonds look like piss, i be chopping all these snakes up you gon finna hear me hiss
40 thousand dollars in my bank, no need to count that shit
i fell in love with money so im always out here counting it
all these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering, i pull up on your block and leave a pussy rapper counterfeit,
lil bitch, where the money at? i know you're out here housing it, i never play with killers you a pussy and you're proud of it,
pillaging up your villa i go bump in the night, .45/5 with the potato to cut the sound of it/
cock back and i bang, click clack and i paint, smoke gas by the day, flak jacket in the bank, trash mask on the face
Yoppa make em levitate, i aint got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight. no we cannot talk to much i never wanna converse
never switching lanes cu all these rappers wanna follow me, twenty in my pocket rocket shooting harmonies, fuckin on your bitch i want her soul ut gave her heart to me, put lead up in your arteries/
i got shooters who got get you on the low, yeh
i got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, yeh
smoke so much that i can never find my phone, i might just buy another one i might just stay the fuck alone, yeh

EGODEATH! (Video in Desc)

99ZED x SECT UNIT- MISERY

BLOODBENDER track 02
prod. NetuH
747 HHM TRASH GANG

WATCHYOURSIX [prod. NetuH]

BLOODBENDER track 04
prod. NetuH
747 HHM TRASH GANG

RATS! [prod. NetuH]

H A U N T E D ⌖
Silent Hill, born and raised
747 
H H

Harpoon

Witchouse 40k

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