VYTHE - Blakk On Blakk (@666rehab EXCLUSIVE)

VYTHE - Guckfod ## (@666rehab Exclusive)

just drive ft. kavon kut

a shitty fuckin life, don't got nobody else to lean on
i was just a kid, and they still just sent police on
black raches, wit the independent tee on
and the custom jeans, i came to flex on all you peons
demented mind, bendin bitches, like a dented sign
my mental fine, but i struggle with a friend to find
spend my time, tryna write through the indented lines
to skip the line, and spread cancer, like i'm benzidine
i know you pissed, and i get that too
im more confusing, kinda fucky, then some sex taboos
and i'm spinnin blades, you better step back too
i treat ya homie, like a pussy, he a temp tattoo
apply with pressure, my words are corny, kinda clever
but you don't even care, to ask if i been feelin better
im still fresher then the air, and a jacket made of leather
know you love my execution, imma pull up on this lever
more shock-value, then ten bundy
runnin from 12, pack up, with my best buddy
we was just existing, wasn't out to make a difference
but these piggies kept, persistin, bitchin, twistin up the vision
post apocalyptic maniac, i run and snatch ya chain up
rappin since a youngin, momma told me fuck the game up
i was beatin up the bullies, better patch his fuckin face up
he never looked the same, told the fucker get some make up
im collectin all the diamonds, to sell em and build a island
me, my little world, and some weed, enjoy silence
don't worry bout ya 9-5, or the early mornin siren
nothin gonna bother you, to even stretch ya eye lids
me and brothers strapped up, like some tyrants
flow up on this beat, like akuma been invited
i bet these rappers really gettin fuckin frightened,
like they boosie, gettin told off by tyson
i can put the earth upon the palm of my hand
start up a couple fights, and drop some bombs on the gram
i hope that he get tough, cuz he'll get caught in a slam
and i could really fuckin sneak him, while he's calmin his man
damn, i really fucked up this time
catch me in the alley, drinkin cola wit rich wine
i switch rhymes, but bitch i keep up the same flow
i throw around the cash, and earn it up like a game show
she was bouncin on the dick, made her legs begin to shake and lean
no we can not make up, shordy this is not no maybelline
im tryna get the weight up, started poundin only steak and beans
so if they tryna run up, i can cock up and then i make em scream
i smoke the pack and then grind it right out the ziplock
i lived thru the streets, ya life was made of hip hop
and bae was built offa dickin, and watchin tik-tok
how many mortgage payments for that shiny little wrist watch
and don't you get this shit twisted, like it's some dreadlocks
i wish just one of y'all walk up, bitch you could get got
bitch i'll get thru this game, and straight up the tip top
and ill bag up ya wifey just for some quick top 
call cthulu, and sink the city like rapture
and you a fool if you thought these bitches was rappers
i smoke the nibxl, ya energy has been captured
better cry to god, cuz im endin right on ya chapter
i took ya bitch, she made me dinner, and got oriented
had the bitch rub my feet, yea the whore she splendid
one shot from this pistol, and ya story's ended
bitch i slice him from the neck, like im cory kenshin

living contradiction (prod. introvert)

pictures on the wall (prod. mides)

VYTHE - “HELLBOUND” REMIX [p. NAZGUL + WAFFARCHY]

(Prod. TheWorks)

Lyrics: 

Why, Do i? 
Cry, Do i?
Hide, Do i?
I cant, Lie, i need you. (X2)

rain, pourin, i can’t understand why you want him
 fuck it ill be sober in the morning. 
but tonight is my fuckin time just to cool down and sit back and relax, yeah fuck it im tryna get a check, 
yeah and ian worried bout a bitch, always hittin up my phone actin like a fuckin kid damn, 
read the room and understand that you ain wanted here, sittin in my section, motherfucker gotta make this clear. Like

Why, Do i? 
Cry, Do i?
Hide?
I cant, Lie, i need you. (X4)

rain, pourin, i can’t understand why you want him,
fuck it ill be sober in the morning. 
i got too much on my mental, this shit be stressful, yeah its a handful, all you fucking bitches judgemental, 
And i cant let you know, what the fuck it is that i really be feelin, fuck it ill cover up my feelings, with some shit like. 
gucci, louie, fendi, belenciaga, all typa shit that dont even matter, fuck it you can have it, Yeah fuck it i can manage,
 all this fucking damage inside of my heart. 
they always said to play it smart. They always said to play ya part.. thats what i thought that i was doing, 
but relationship’s confusing, and i find that shit amusing.
Bitches always be fucking accusing a nigga of not knowing what else the fuck that he’s supposed to be doing.
But he’s doing his best bitch, why the fuck cant you notice it like?

Why, Do i? 
Cry, Do i?
Hide?
I cant, Lie, i need you. (X4)

RainPourin//Why Do I?

BEMO

mood swingin in, and my thoughts are constant cavin in
savin skin, im caught inside the web, and got crocheted in it
told my brother we gon stay akin
keep my focus, lookin forward til the day begin
keep the peace, and leave my anger to bottle
y'all gon push me to the edge, but ill try not to throttle
they told me leave it in, i feel like im beginning to swallow
bleach my eyes, but i cant stop myself from seein the hollows
i told you i was done with hate
even if i gotta force myself, im still gon make this great
even if these mothafuckas, still tryna eat off my plate
im still gon make that fuckin weight
i keep my chin tucked, and im crossin wit my arms up
rollin wit these punches, you could never crack the guard of
yung akuma, lift ya soul, and give that hard love
now its time to get them flowers that im starved of
im not a man, but you'll see how far this road goes
oh no, saw his cursed energy, like gojo
i won't let em fuck my mojo
all these bitches i be baggin, woulda thought my name was frodo
bartender, can i get me a drink?
servin straight sewage, came from out the bottom of sink
straight pissed, if you a gangster, then we prolly could link
you prolly shootin, if you watch your homie caught in a blink
any rapper worth his salt, is gonna keep it a buck
and if you tryna make a hit, then im not givin a fuck
now you feel that you stuck, and now you think it all suck
so you tryna make the best shit, but ain't sittin in luck
man fuck the liquor i ain't offa the drank,
still ain't no time to bicker, bitch im leanin offa the stank
well look who's coughin today? this pussy lost in his state, 
you too green, ill have you runnin, you get caught in this rank
you paranoid, your hands are shakin, and you scared of noise
ain't no time to be fakin, now get to squarin boy,
i take a knock at ya teeth, my brothers share the joy
lyin in ya despair, i let you stare the void

pictures on the wall (prod. mides)

roscoe knox

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Vera ♱

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