Summer playlist part 1/3

MOBBS RADICAL x LOWEYEZDUUG- HELLZONE(PROD. KRONA)

PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

@saotomamore
Cover by GENERATION.G: vk.com/genrg IG: @gener_g

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SARCOMA /w SAOTOMAMORE

Coffin Symphony feat Warlord Colossus prod KevThaKilla

DON'T BREATHE! (Prod. SXMPRA)

@666-feet-under IS BACK BABEY

Lyrics:

Sigilmane:
WHY WONT YOU SCRAP BITCH
LET GO OF THE MAC
PUT YO FIST UP IN THE CUT
FUCKIN BITCH COME TEST YO LUCK
I SWEAR TO GOD
MOTHA FUCKA BEST COME GET YO 
...
BLOOD SUCKED
Burn a pussy boy up in the sun
Tiltin in my brain
Everybody think that I'm insane
Rollin in my grave
Rising up because I want to drank
All these 
Motha fuckas
Think I Weeze
But I'm laughin at the thought of butchering all of their knees
BITCH

THIS A STICK UP
PUT A BODY IN A BODY BAG
I DONT WANT NO MONEY
JUST FULFIL MY PSYCHOPATH 
BETTER STEP BACK
SHIT THE FUCKING SINNA CRAWLIN OUT
IVE BEEN SPENDING ALL  MY TIME
STALKING IF THEY
RUN THEY MOUTH
... LAST TIME IT RAINED
I HOPE YOU SMELLED THE SMELL.
BLACK MIST FULL OF SPIRITS WONDERING
WHY YOU BEEN MISSIN
FUCK YO BITCHIN 
I BEEN REMINISCENT 
SPARKING UP MY INCENSE 
WE GOT TONS OF MOTHA FUCKAS TO GREET YOU WITH FUCKING BUSINESS
MASS SUICIDE
WE CAN HEAVENS GATE TILL WE ARRIVE
PUSH THE KNIFE INTO THE FIGHT
GUZZLIN DOWN ALL YO PRIDE
EXECUTE THE STANS
BITCH BREAK THE SYSTEM AND THEIR HANDS
BEST TO THWART THEIR FUCKING PLANS
BEFORE I LET GO OF MY STANCE

Undead Ronin:
LETS GO MOTHERFUCKER
HEARD YOU WANT MY ATTENTION
I GOT A COUPLE THINGS TO SAY TO YOU
SO LET ME ENLIGHTEN
ITS TIME FOR SHIT TO CHANGE
FIRE CLEANSING THE GAME
NOBODY TAKING WHAT IVE DONE
SO GET THE FUCK WAY FROM ME
I BRING THE PAIN TO THE OPPOSITION 
MURDER HAS TAKEN ME THIS IS THE MISSION
SATAN HAS BLESSED ME GIVEN THE SHOGUN MAGICK KULT RONIN
BLADES TO BRING BUSTAS TO RETRIBUTION 
THIS THE ONLY HOPE YOU GOT THE MAKE IT HOME MANE
TAKE YO FREE WILL
GUIDE YO PATH TO MASS SUICIDE

ON THE RIDE
SHOW YOU VISIONS OF THE CRUCIFIED
CYANIDE IN THE PUNCH
TAKE YOU HIGHER THAN YO GOD RESIDES
Leave you terrified
Pussy bitches crying acting like they didn’t want to die
This is fuckin deicide 
Nationwide they gon hear about the murders
News cast suggests the man responsible is cursed
Worth more than to life bitch 
Antlers on my head like imma Wendigo 
I’m creepin in the night bitch
Violence flow in my veins 
This the way that I’m living
Wishing pain on my foes
Genie granting my vision
Bring fission to bodies
Shit call that division
You fuck with the Kult 
Case goes cold man I’m chilling

MASS SUICIDE

The Black Mass - MASS SUICIDE [prod. Undead Ronin]

prod. @slvg420

LYRICS:

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

Calling shots, I’ma pop, no pistol,
Show you what I’m doing in the future, no crystal,
Eyes on the prize,
I’ma take you for a ride,
On the rise, I’ma shine,
Like a tree full of tinsel, yeah,
Said they cannot see the vision,
What do they know?
Fake it till you make it,
Or I put you on the payroll,
Try to take ‘em higher, 
But them bitches wanna stay low,
Try to use the legend,
Motherfucker, I’ma say no

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

Been a menace,
Using it for leverage,
Know that time’s precious,
So be careful how you spend it,
Counting on surroundings,
You better count your blessings,
If I’ve never seen it,
Then I know I can invent it, yeah,
So active, it’s a call to action,
Anything you’re lacking,
I bet that I can have it,
Somewhere in between Mr. Scrooge and Bob Cratchit,
Doing what I gotta with or without any backing, yeah

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

THE DIRECTOR (PROD. SLVG)

BEARDED LEGEND x PROMPTO - NO DISCUSSION (PROD. EYEZ HATE U)

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
it's that demented motherfucker
i'm kicking it with my brothers
repping the *59
you know GREY the fucking color
my gat screaming "kill 'em, wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
smoking 'em like some indo
let the pistol up and spray
never could be fucked with
my dick they love to suck it
they calling me game 7 slick
i switch a bitch like subjects
pull up continental
make a hoe get sentimental
i got 18K in dental
balling with no fundamentals
michael jackson off a thriller dose
hold off on the killer dose
cooking up in a rental
"BAM!"
Emeril with the chemical
northside general
pull up in that benz
forgis turn it something cynical
anyway
think i'm bout to die by anyday
half high pass five
rolling up that mary jay
i might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA
hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away
hot boy turn the block out
pimping out the crack house
macking up on these bitches
flew a hoe to fuck from krakow
my dick threw her back out
packed and flew her back out
been running and gunning and fucking
all while tripping in a black out
mane it's the killer
northside guerilla
mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer
tell me who keep it realer?
there's no drug i ain't touched
Basquiat you face and i Banksy your face up
boy aim with your face up
they clowns with no make up
this me before warm ups
i ain't even laced up
fuck boy get your rank up
robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto
i was born to die
let 'em fry



[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
ruby getting up in them gizzards
neck look like a blizzard
keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so i move just like a lizard
backwood tastes vanilla
popping pain killers
grip the .45
i feel like the grey gorilla
chickenheads flocking
they think i'm a quesadilla
beating up the pussy i must be a lady killer
papa pine break your spine
rub her clit like it's a vibe
now she's asking what's my sign so i threw up the *59
i'm the lord of the 7th ward
pick the lock of heaven's door
feel no need to settle scores
leave pussies red and sore
never called her back she breaking down like metalcore
everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn
check the score
GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th 
what a chore
rolled a blunt so big we'll have to light it with a torch
whip looks like it might've lost the second world war
ruby such an animal
7th ward dragon
when i breathe it's fucking flammable
keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
all these fucking chains
you would think i'm wearing mannacles
yea bitch tell what's happening
dick so big i'll turn her pussy to the grand canyon
all my haters pussy like i keep on smelling salmon
keep it old school
i might pull up with a cannon
yeah bitch tell me what it is
wake up with a smile picking out the right fit
oj in the morning like i stabbed a white bitch
every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

G59Records.com

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Fucking Your Culture

FUCKING YOUR CULTURE

[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i'm tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don't fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i'm never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i'm undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who's thinking that i'm her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i'm a pro at self doubt but i doubt i'll ever know 
that these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i'm on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
haunted, haunted
i can't escape my mind
it's like i'm doing time all the time
exhausted, lost it
just one little line
have this talk with god all the time

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

figure out the lyrics yourself im tired, jetblue can suck my dick

Redeye Freestyle [Prod. CEDES]

written / performed by @blckbrds & @lilsherm187
co-prod. Zepelin Beats & 99zed
engineered, mixed & mastered by 99zed & @tumaggz

BERMUDA 1399 (w/ 99zed)

MONEY ON MY MIND [PROD. HINH]

lyrics: 

k i don’t knock, im rockin time to roll in 
one shot to pop his organs 
talk a lot just stop it phony 
bro y’all just got demoted 
drop the top and drive it stolen 
stop talkin i’ll ignore it 
stock the mops i got imported 
red dot up on your forehead 

k im jus out here getting my money up
might light that dummy up 
i don’t got fear i got hunnit drums 
might cop that honey bun 
when that glock hit, i go dummy tho 
like mike i’m glovin up 
in my cockpit, don’t get bloodied up 
hotshot i’m gunnin em with that 

big ol 40 on my waist 
start duckin rounds 
chrome 4 nickel hope to blow his brain
stop duckin down 
no description boy don’t got no face 
without a sound, i could lift him to them floating gates 
i broke him down 

and i bet you’ll never see me 
never stop twitchin 
yellow lamborghini, hella shots rippin
several men defeated, lever not glitchin
run up get deleted, better stop flinchin 

i tote them big guns 
hold the phone, i blow that pole 
that boy skippin dimensions
told him tho, i’m smokin all my foes 
that is the mission 
broke his bones then throw him to the wolves that boy gone missin 

k i’m in go mode 
watch me rock in slow mo
watch me knock him cold and 
toss his body far below tho
i be coppin scopes 
so watch me mop him on the gopro
shawty top me slow then i get back to popping fo fos, bozo

out on all platforms

contingency clip (prod. scorpio)

Prod @wizurd , @gullyspit & scizzy
mix/master lord gasp
_________

I carry y’all on my back
Lemme summon a fuck ima give to you rats 
Did you forget bout your dad
Twenty something yet so many born from my sack

Ok i’m in 
Piling up the bodies
The breeze cold 
Send me shivers, let the pinnacle freeze
Ok i’m in
I just got a edgy degree, rapping bout some fantasies
Like killing a priest

Rip the nerves out of his shell
Eviscerate a bitch
Pull up , whip a pistol 
Raise your tone, you go down 
Don’t peep behind yo back
I be disemboweling victims
Pull up with a missile, blow ur town 
Fuck these clown bitches

iI carry y’all on my back
Lemme summon a fuck ima give to you rats
God i can’t relax
Stuck till the world collapse

Keep a blade down in my ksubis why my pants hang low
Pipe down stupid mortal or your ass get folded 
With eyes made for agonizing, i’m slicing the inner thigh 
Why you looking white, lemme end your life
Stains the color ruby on my all black clothes
Brain splatters like in movies ima crush them bones
With eyes made for agonizing, i’m slicing the inner thigh 
Why you looking white, lemme end your life

Bear a hole deep in the torso
Tiptoe on a thin rope
Searching for a feeling, can’t let go the damn dope
Penrose stairs, walking my rickies on ten toes
Still feeling dizzy, but fuck it im free like femto

Ok i’m in 
Piling up the bodies
The breeze cold 
Send me shivers, let the pinnacle freeze
Ok im in
I just got a edgy degree, rapping bout some fantasies
Like killing a priest
Ok i’m in 
Ok i’m in 
Ok i’m in

Gooey

LYRICS

[CHORUS]
Okay I pull up to your spot, and I’m like homie wassup? Kick your door in like the swat team yelling bitch open up, I woke up and chose violence and I don’t give a fuck, know I keep that blade tucked and it’s just itchin to cut x2 

[VERSE]
you would probably see me burst if I walked into a church,
I been cursed since my birth, in the dark’s where I lurk, 
I don’t wanna converse,  yeah I’m causing em hurt, point em out, serving murder who’s the first to get murked? 
Spot a mothafucka tryna run up with a gun, I ran a sword up in his stomach, then I put him in the dirt, 
ain’t nobody really fucking with the God, I gotta be the one to get em, I’ma kill em, put em in a hearse, 
yea you don’t really wanna be the one to go and set me off I’m boutta snap and I’ma leave you dead on the curb, 
I’m back with a vengeance, packing a weapon bitch I’m never lacking when I’m rapping a verse
Cut your trigger finger off with my damn blade, I can’t wait to wipe that stupid smirk off your damn face 
Cut your trigger finger off with my damn blade, I can’t wait to wipe that stupid smirk off your damn face 

[CHORUS]
Okay I pull up to your spot, and I’m like homie wassup? Kick your door in like the swat team yelling bitch open up, I woke up and chose violence and I don’t give a fuck, know I keep that blade tucked and it’s just itchin to cut x2

ITCHIN' (PROD. OUTRAGE)

im a sick fuck,
in my motherfucking habitat

Summer playlist part 1/3

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