The Upload

PROD @ikvri

--LYRICS--

when lx start roaming they closing they curtains expose me to crosses my skin get to burning/
choppa start bussing at vermin we curve em, the police start knocking I’m in the stu working/

I’m always hated but I’m always chosen I’ve been the one leaving em mangled and broken/
this ain’t a joke imma blow like osama yo face on the counter the room is left smoking/

changing the way that you fuckers cooperate I cannot wait till I paint that room/
red/
is it all in my head, boy I don’t really know I think I might be dead/

fuck what you heard I’m the on with the gun leave it smoking if you think I hold if for fun/
nothing funny when outside isn’t sunny I lurk in the shadows my foes turn to none/

what’s that?/
it’s a glock 45 with a toe tag get a body bag quick/
imma dip in the whip with the gang then go back home and prepare for the next hit/
that’s an all black fit with a mask to match, he keep talking that shit get his body snatched/
& I hit with speed that’s a fast attack, I’ve been off them Percs but I might relapse/

you cant hide man the devil been lurking/
I need blood so the timing is perfect/
walk in the crib and the crosses burning, lx ain’t around his soul deserted/
change my ways I could never do that/
man it’s all im gods plan imma face the fact/
imma grab that trap then reverse it, purge it, blow off my head get a surgeon/
ion pray to no god only pray to myself/
& I pray to that weapon that sit on my shelf/
like a cancer cell only time will tell, if it’ll fuck me over or if all is well/
but imma spin that block like a carousel/
send every gang banger straight down to hell/ 
& we all prevail when you don’t take that shit, if you wanna test then imma put yo ass in an acid bath I grab the mac then blast his back nothing sweet when the god attack/
you fucking fag we never lack, no time for cap, when you see me it’s a wrap/
boy it’s a wrap I wipe off maps/
I just snap then my killas come fast/
hit ya crib then we dip with the cash, we don’t leave a witness better run like the flash/
face to face with everybody I hate/
break the chains then I roam with the greats/
laser aim i shoot for nothing but brains/
I’m insane so I can’t be blamed/
lace the blunt I smoke straight propane, put coke in my nose then I kill all my foes/
WILL I GET BETTER WHO KNOWS 
WILL I GET BETTER WHO KNOWS

Spotify & Apple Music

God Wants It This Way [PROD. IKVRI]

The final in a trilogy of RVMAN EP's. Watch how we've progressed over these past 3 years.

SPOTIFY & APPLE MUSIC

1. SpacesLookBetterWithoutPeopleInThem

Lyrics:

Bitch I’m gonna leave you with a fucked up face 
Three round burst
To the back
When I hear you say my name
Harakiri be the motherfuckers that you dreamt of
Quicker than yo ammunition 
Imma leave you slept hoe
Fill up a graveyard
Come up we lay low
Shotgun blast leave you hard to ID hoe
Onimane you bump in the night now
Lacerations covering yo body
When I leave bro
Gone with the wind
Aint nobody see me
Busta bitches wanna talk 
I’m like a legend how they all say
Ronin the deathless
Leaving you breathless
Wakizashi gonna make you all look heartless
I’m in a lane
All of you see
All of you talking but nothing to me
I come out swinging
Yo death is in vain 
With a knife in yo vein
You should know I don’t play
Walk up with a dagger
Coat fulla blades
Reckon we could have a round today
Okay mane throw down
Imma throw up
Cut yo throat 
Then I’m waking out the goddamn pub
Lord of the locust
They call me ruthless
All of you jealous 
I do this flawlessly
Hopping the fences
I’m pumping out endlessly
Enemies die by my hand call that destiny 
Hopping out with a .44 ready to 
click the hammer and blast ya ass to the 
Ground
Lost and found
Never get caught by the popo now
I’m that new wave
New game
Bringin that Phonk 
I hate you
Yeah man that’s skunk
Break yo mind
And then I dump
Leave you pussies in my dust

Aye aye
Bitch I bring the plague
Boutta make you fade now
You ain’t got the brain
Strategy mane this the game now
Chess I leave you checkmate
Pussy wanna talk
Now he got blades inside his neck mane
Step into the ring
Nah you are stepping in the flame
Grip .45 
Watch yo soul escape
Talking out yo neck 
And I’mma ruin yo day
Fuck with the horde
Eat yo mo’fucking face
I bet you little pussies 
Weren’t ready for the 
Grey Blade nah
Out my fuckin way nah
Let the choppa spray nah
Tossing out a body for the pay nah
You want smoke I bring the smoke machine
Better pray to god 
I maul yo all like my name Wolverine
Seventeen swords 
Bring the power of the guillotine
Smoke another cigarette remind my self of Constantine 
Taking down gods
Taking demons out as well
Will you live another day
That’s not up for time to tell
I’m the best mane

CHESS

CHESS [prod. Undead Ronin]

BIG BITCHES FT.YUNG-RARE ☢️ [PROD.LEACH]

Lyrics:
Sxmpra:
Creepin' through the shadows
Meet the pharaoh of the underground
The competition narrow
Breakin'
Breakin' Out the m0thafvckin' arrows
Leave em resting shallow
Knockin' in the whip and I got more swing than the fvckin' gallows
Imma imma
Shimmer
Like a bloody blade
Under the stars
Standing right in front of me is me I guess I met the mark
Steppin with the weapon reckon he gon' try and pull my card
I don’t give a fvck cos I know you don’t know who the fvck you are
Back up
Cos a m0thafvcka stacked up
Really wanna be the one pull up and I mag dump
Never gave a fvck
Pack a punch like a magnum
Move with the wind dissipate like a phantom
Tie em up
Call the bank for the ransom
Nobody knows
Like who you
You a random
One time for the m0thafvckin' anthem
Flow is so murderous feel like I’m Manson
Everybody drop to the m0thafvckin' deck b*tch
I won't ever stop till a m0thafvcka dead b*tch
Never made a lot now this music sh*t is endless
Imma keep on pushin' till my legacy is set in stone

Sinizter:
Out my fvckin’ mind
Goin’ for your throats like I’m a rabid canine
I don’t fvck with many I don’t like to play nice
Call me Sub-Zero how I leave ‘em all on ice
Lethal with the rifle 40/40 shoot precise

Always feel like I’m the black sheep
But don’t count me out cause I swear to god I’ll be the next thing
You pvssies always tryna jack the wave that’s popping
Gotta stay one step ahead that’s why I’m re-inventing

I need violence, ultraviolence, ultraviolence
I need violence, ultraviolence, ultraviolence
I need violence, ultraviolence, ultraviolence
I need violence, ultraviolence, ultraviolence
They
Will all fall
You will die
By my hands

SXMPRA X SINIZTER - ULTRAVIOLENCE

SENTIMENTAL
produced by trulife
written by SHXLO
vocals by SHXLO
mixed + mastered by SHXLO

lyrics:

you said do you love me? take another fucking step into the cold
im free from loathing, ducking under minerals
im stepping into light from mountaintops while dragging existential weight
they speaking on my name but dont know i have been insane, bloodbathe
i walk with wakasashi’s, roll an eighth and then i take a hit
sentimental bitches want to use and end up suffering
lying broads up in my pants while i be spitting making hits
broken stupid bitch want dick but dont know i am sick of it

(SHXLO comin straight from the underworld
underground kings
thats who we are
you dont know the kind of shit we be flexing
come closer
lets find out)

and i’m coming back
got these fuckers running up i know they want me on their track
i got a thousand reasons you should go and meet me in the back
i got the blades up on your legs
and when i bite them you gon’ say
SHXLO oh good god i wish you’d come and put me in my place
imma go insane 
bite that pussy got her scream in pain
love the way she sang, feeling like she safe
oh lord i took a bullet for heroics
feeling like i am a poet
write turned flowing
when i come these bitches dripping like an ocean

SENTIMENTAL (prod. trulife)

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LYRICS

well it’s the gut slinging east side demon creeping out the crypt

Squeeze the fruit of death I let it bleed and drip right off my lips

Creeping through the woods don’t hide your family bitch it’s time to dip

I came to slit your throat you stupid pussy mother fuckin bitch

If you should die before you wake 
Bitch that’s my soul to take
You stay up late 
I put your head up on a fucking stake
So get it straight I came for blood bitch I don’t conversate
I kill the priest fuck all the nuns and then I meditate

Hooded in the crowd hidden blade you won’t notice me
Your girl up in my cult she say I look just like I’m Joseph seed

Ima fuck around and make a million off of blood and screams
Freddy Krueger swag why you think you see me in your dreams

Fuck you mean, fuck that wild boy shit
I got candles lit when I fuck that bitch 
Slit my wrist let her lick that drip from the elbow tip to the top of my dick

Bad bitch riding shotgun she keep the same 
aim that bitch right out the window let that mother fucker bang

Bitch I’m patron sippin in gold tippin 24 sittin
I cut your neck for 33 just like I’m Scottie pippen 

Patron sippin  gold 24 sittin

I need to cope
My wrist is cut my heart is broke 
The blood is soaked
I’m on the corner slittin throats

GOOSEBUMPS! [PROD. TOXICGODD]

PROD. JACK MARLOW

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FAKE LOVE IS A FAKE DRUG

SHOUTOUT: @pyrxciter @kxllswxtch @brianspenser @singe

ZER0XTHRASH X KXLLSWXTCH X PYRXCITER - DONT STOP! (prod. singe x brian spenser)

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I hear these fucking 808s in my sleep,
I lurk in the night, tiptoe when I reap,
dark from my nightmares and light from my dreams combine to making something that I do not believe,

cherry picking all the sins I confess, I got more in the vault do not think that I’m blessed
I’m alone and depressed probably more than the rest, imma sickness yeah I am a shot to the chest 

youre a waste bitch
fuck up your life with just one swing of the blade bitch 
blade rip
we are so ignorant we do not give only take shit 
face split 
swinging my fist and leaving your face on the pavement 
gimme payment
or I’ll be the doctor submitting your ass as a patient 

fully focused I am not wasting time, imma travel that road and take back what is mine,
imma fuck up your life, wanna test me I dare you to look in my eye step over the line 
RVMAN posted yeah that’s triple the threat 
RVMAN posted yeah we talking your breath
RVMAN posted leaving your brain exposed 
yeah we pull up on you we the bringer of death 

grip the magnum till my hands start to sweat 
grip the magnum till they all end up dead 
grip the magnum till I fill they ass up with so many round they are then made of lead 

I suggest that you all do not fuck with me 
think that ur tough till I pull up to ur city 
my shootas is ghosts they will not end up guilty
my Draco is bloated boutta make it skinny 

Crucify me im a threat to the populous that’s the only way that you will be stopping us, 
we have a plan to rip out your esophagus 
yuh lil boi we talking your consciousness,

STEP OVER THE LINE LIL BOY LIKE YUH x4

[AMV]

StepOverTheLine [Prod. mutru] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

i eat flesh and toe nails

LYRICS BITCH:
Let the choppers sound
100 rounds
Better gun em down
Thinking they can run
Have them hung
Watch them choke it out

Pussy tryna talk shit
Lets mosh pit
I ain’t fucking with that fuck shit
SHOOTIN rockets
Make him bleed like a faucet
Hit you like a comet
hard like I’m onyx
I promise
Ain’t no fucking novice
Knock you out till you vomit
Came to take your fucking profit
I’m the demon prophet
Run yo wallet
Lose connection 
Aw shit
Leave on a cross bitch
Dead and exhausted 

BITCH (YEAH) I AINT FUCKING WITH THAT SHIT
TALK SHIT (WHAT) LEAVE YOU DEAD IN A DITCH
THROW FIST (YUH) WHY YOU ACTING LIKE A BITCH
IN THE PIT (YEAH) STOMPIN ON YA FUCKING SHIT

Let the choppers sound
100 rounds
Better gun em down
Thinking they can run
Have them hung
Watch them choke it out

I AINT WITH THAT FUCKING SHIT
COME AND MEET ME IN THE PIT
IF YOU WANNA TALK THAT SHIT
YOU A FAKE FUCKING BITCH
GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY FACE
GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY WAY
BEFORE I TAKE YOUR LIFE AWAY

NOTHING THAT YOU SAY IS REAL 
YOU A FRAUD
ACTING HARD WHEN YOU NOT
A FACADE IS WHAT YOU GOT

IM ABOUT TO MAKE YOU SQUEAL
TEST YOUR LUCK
KNOW THESE CHAINS COMING  OFF
KNOW THESE CHAINS COMING OFF

Let the choppers sound
100 rounds
Better gun em down
Thinking they can run
Have them hung
Watch them choke it out

LET THE CHOPPAS SOUND
100 ROUNDS 
BETTER GUN EM DOWN
THINKING THEY COULD RUN HAVE EM HUNG WATCH EM CHOKE IT OUT

HELL HOUND (PROD. CRCL)

Prod. Na$tii

Chorus:
where is yo iron at u look anemic 
u lost a homie hope it get repeated 
all of these comments gon leave you deleted 
you make the wrong move n yo body in pieces 

Verse: 
lighting up sticks over rocks like caveman 
beat em so bad I don’t know where his face at 
no Walter white but that bitch gonna break bad 
DMT lab in the crib wear a face mask 
you get replaced fast 
bitch I’m conceded
448 
we might get through weekend
lil bitch why you speaking 
I time out my day with scale 
but this not show n tell
u will not catch me tweaking 

I beat up when I’m in the g spot
I need me detox 
fuck it re-up
you wanna play with that lil desert eagle
I wanna snatch it and bust through a peephole

fuck it I’m looking for smoke
I bust in like fireman 
praying for mercy
that shit is inspiring 
laying em off 
like it’s early retirement 
word up to nascar cause I’m hearing 
“sirens”

Chorus Repeats

Anemic

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

LYRICS//


Bitch I got a problem, I’m addicted to chaos

Love the sound of the gunshots Blowing yo head off
ROOF ROOF Let them dogs off the leash
Get to barking in this bitch 
Ima fight till I’m deceased
DEAR GOD

Bitch I got a problem, I’m addicted to chaos

Love the sound of the gunshots Blowing yo head off
ROOF ROOF Let them dogs off the leash
Get to barking in this bitch 
Ima fight till I’m deceased
DEAR GOD

They have to feel the fucking pain of many men they’ve taken to the ground 

I’ll make a statement as my brethren die anything you claim we’ll burn it down 

As long as you live 
There will be no peace 
From everything we give 
We’ll leave your folks deceased 

If he don’t say, IMA SAY IT
FUCK THE REBEL FLAG BITCH

All of them confederates dead 
and It don’t make sense

My people stole a bunch of sticks then we Merked y’all niggas

So yeah I guess it make sense why they fear us niggas

FA FA FA FA LOVE THEM GUNSHOTS (ohhh)

On my momma boy I love to see a pig drop (dead)

Go ahead throw a brick get yo face popped (boom)

I GOT A PROBLEM IM ADDICTED TO THE CHAOS

Bitch I got a problem, I’m addicted to chaos

Love the sound of the gunshots Blowing yo head off
ROOF ROOF Let them dogs off the leash
Get to barking in this bitch 
Ima fight till I’m deceased
DEAR GOD

ADDICTED TO CHAOS (PROD. OUTRAGE)

the killing or wounding of people, typically on a large scale during a conflict.

Kashimotu
Tsunami Ocean

BLOODSHED FT. KASHIMOTU

WE GET HOT OFF RIP, OFF RIP, OFF RIP!!!

Art by: @scumwxter
Feat/Mixed by: @yungrare

YAXTZEE X YUNG RARE “RUSH!!”

I'll always be with you

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