[Prod.ELE]
Mix & Master [ELE]
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https://genius.com/Ele-de-cha-cha-cha-3-lyrics
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(BR4CKET)
https://soundcloud.com/br4cket/tracks
www.instagram.com/bracket.77/?hl=de
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(RAZE)
https://soundcloud.com/77raze/tracks
https://www.instagram.com/razemp3/
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(Cover)
https://soundcloud.com/zyrom
https://www.instagram.com/prodzyrom/
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Cover Model:
https://www.instagram.com/stsenpai/
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[Intro: BR4CKET]
Trinken vodka und Bacardi
Группа шлюх идет за нами
Viele Keks auf deiner Party
Мои наркотики забрали

[Verse 1: ELE]
Gestrecktes Weed in deinen Taschen
Fick die bitch in deinen Laden
Digga, du musst nichts mehr sagen
Bitte stell mir keine Fragen

[Verse 1: BR4CKET]
Down mit der Clique
Sitzen an nem Tisch
Keine Mimik im Gesicht
Denn wir sind schon wieder dicht
Просто па курить и все вмире Забыть
Ich glaub ich bin verliebt, Bruder
Ich glaub ich bin verliebt, blyat

[Verse 2: ELE]
Siehst du meine fucking Narben
Täglichе Probleme schlagen auf mеin Magen
Du bist die Beute, Ich zeig dir die welt des Jagens
Cops kommen immer näher an meinen kragen
Soviel kann ich nicht tragen
Kann ich nicht tragen

[Verse 2: BR4CKET]
Wir cruisin' durch die nacht
All die Lichter in der Stadt
Homie bald haben wir geschafft
Мы не боимся Власт
Unter Strom, Tausend Watt
Перестань Сайбат
Was für bremsen, drück aufs Gas
Homie bald haben wirs geschafft

[Bridge: raze]
Bald haben wirs geschafft jaja
Bald haben wirs geschafft ugh aye

[Verse: raze]
Digga, bin weg, jeder glaubt ich bin tot
(Tot, tot, tot, tot)
Besuche grad Jupiter, Neptun und Mond
In meinem Bezirk, Digga, hast du ein Verbot
Jetzt stack mal Bread up, ich meine kein Brot
Ich tanz in dem Club und die Lichter sind rot
Ich hab keine Zeit für dich, fuckin' Idiot
Denn ich fliege herum wie ein fucking Pilot
Bin im full Suff, ja, mit ELE und Bracket
20 Gramm vakuumisiert in my jacket
Schieß auf den Boden, du jumpst wie ein Rabbit
Viel zu verklatscht, digga, bin voll auf Acid
Magen kaputt, digga, kann nix mehr essen
Bin viel zu krass, digga, kannst dich nicht messen
All deine Tracks, digga, kannst du vergessen
Rappe einmal auf Deutsch und du bist nur am stressen
Gib dir nen Stich, digga, ja ist game over
Sippe das lean in der mofuckin soda
Ballern herum in 'nem mofuckin rover
Kann nicht mehr pennen when I'm mofuckin sober

[Bridge: raze]
Digga, fick die ganzeSzene
S/o an ELE
S/o an Br4cket
S/o an 77
S/o an every fucking body!
2021, wir killen shit

[Outro: ELE]
Mit den Jungs durch die Nacht
Ich rede nicht von vielen
Es sind Leute auf die konnte ich schon immer zählen
Sie schmeißt wieder eine Pille
Sie will was erleben
Alle meine Jungs benehmen
Sich wieder mal daneben

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Cha Cha Cha 3 (ft. BR4CKET & RAZE)

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔵𝔶 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫...

LUPERCAL

Saw The Light

W/ HXNJV - BURN [PROD. CLONNEX X ESPADA]

Lyrics:
Tired tracks
Spiral steps
Spinning mind blank
In the bank I forget

Ephasize
Inner Strain
In the back of the brain where they line it with eyes

Get a fucking sense dont need a
Banquet
Anguish
Apparently 
They end up in 
Basket 
Of ashes 

Light another post 
Appear redacted 
in caskets
Aint no point pressed 
Take notes out of guess

Don't trail 
Need sweep
Cover
in it to deep 
Turn black
White dress
All Red 
Blood weep

Seamless as curtain on my vision 
Out of blindfolds 
Stem from a certain dispositions 
Not account for

Strida:
fighting my anxiety
ghosts are passing right through me
splitting off reality
when was the last time i caught some good sleep
i just wanna pull the trigger my brain feel like a disease
always having nightmares cause istasha guides me through my dreams
wide horns 
cleric beast
time has come to serve the feast
blood inherit from diseased

The Blood Ministration Does Not Praise The Sun /w DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

So I got a powerout while recording for this track and the file got corrupted and the song will never be fully finished. Enjoy this turd of a mix

Lyrics:
Stone face 
Run deep 
That's my template 
Drawback 
Shit 
Couple off 
Couple days 

Leave a weaver 
Redeliver 
Need new promises of patience
No pellet 
Developed 
On cloth In the basement 

Superseding the novelty 
Burning bridges apart from me 
Open arms in apostrophes open arms on me 
Slit inside esophagus 
Talk to me 
I'm still focusing partly On ease to be 
But the beast in me smoking pcp

Contorted faces 
My renditions are distorted
Lie down
Fuck up my all places so vivid and traceless 
Light unsorted
Hide your bounty 
Found of lines too fraudulent or loud to work 
Then Staying tied to foreign text to cover emptiness in words 

Black gown 
Night town In the black church 
Carried cross 
No weight When their backs turn 
Sit, serve 
Throats slit 
On your rag perch 
Hit first 
Float shit 
Count the bags worth

An Error Occurred, The File May Be Corrupted/Whack

DELETE (FEAT. LOST ULTRA, SNXP & TWENTYTHREE) [PROD. XEROGI + 19AKIRA]

Didnt have any artwork ready because im a bitch

Lyrics:
Probe a madcap 
Rip a spleen out his back in terror 
Off the knapsack 
Cuffed and block a tracking error 

Spinal tap 
Seed Hive 
And never drop in mind 
Track it down into locust supply 
Leaf in my coffin, I come to never 
In the back in my cabinet; cover
Creeping out the back of whatever 
Seen never tread on the path of the pathogenic 
To recognize 
Split the back 
Apply the magic target scripture 
Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

Drip in the backdrop 
Out up in the cracks 
With the pipe out back 
Perceive me leave with all you lack 
Epicenter of damp 
Deleted 
Losing all your fluid 
Derooted 
And ripped to pieces 
Strained of peace included 

But you back in a deeper vein 
Don't trace it out when they circulate 
You Leave the pride, and its mutilated 
Days like this, they put you out like with the Novocain 

Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

You talk bout rats in your path and proceed to leave with all the pesticides 
To sharpen your teeth Isn't needed leave them peeling off

Mechanical bull like antennas 
Syringes are probing 
Invasion of privacy 
I Will see odessyes silently open lobotomies
All there's is suddenly out of me 

Raid on my shades 
Enter my plane 
Speak on my name and offend a mane 
Cynical aid 
Enter my plane 
Still carry the grain in my pelicane

Tokyo Lights [Prod. Istasha]

Production, mix and master by me
Feature from @danielsgone
Lyrics:
Scratch My skin in the bone aisle
Expose my grid in a show trial 
teeth that wanna see me looking 
Hostile 
Lies 
But their grinding  still Ringing through phone lines

Rolled up eyes looking back
Chummed to submission 
Their vision still black 
Bury the vesicles carrying any pathetic necessity, statue or effigy 

Tired 
Stained 
Decay
Running out of venom 
As arachnids on display 

Test tube life 
Still float on a stage 
no Tensile limbs leave prints when they're 
Forced out of shape 

Blind 
Empty
Prey

All the motherfuckers 
and their shepards set astray 

Hollow in their waste 
Still depositing the plague 
Burn the wild sheep 
And their hocks
Got em stuck in the fetlock 

Function shift
Motoric slip
Noosed in sense
Losing grip

[DANIELS GONE]
bask in the world around
the soiled ground
and pound on the grass 
that lets you shout
bound
to the stress that’ll make me pout
its always loud
too shroud, i cant see the way to out
myself on account 
i think i’m a 
pussy
or maybe i got some more 
hope left 
feeling empty in my chest
bang bang like gorillas in their nest

i come from the burning sun
the burning lungs 
of some
who they claim, the dirty ones
cut gums
chewing glass we know its dumb
like bugs to the flame
we turn to dust

dropped controller, fuck your oldest
you aint the one, you not the boldest 
fuck
outta luck, done lost your keys 
you shmuck
locked outside the scary acres
stuck

WATER DAMAGE NEVER SEEMED SO CRITICAL (with DANIELS GONE)

Raging alcoholism type track. 
@c3of
@lvstforpain
@ventingpalace
prod @wyntyr
Art @c3of @ventingpalace

[LORD DISTORTION]
Fuck an opp
Head leaking throw the molotov
Saw it off
Pussy pull up and he falling off
Fuck your set
Tuck that semi with the hover jet
Bus it then
Flip that product boutta come again

Lethalist weapon I'm trippin not seeing direction
Its Feverish dreams in a separate dimension
Firvilous figure that pistol go screeching its endless
Get left in the river so seeping and wetted

I whip out the beam and its ended
I sell to fiends in the section
Fuck with the piece with the weapon
I pop a bean to forget it

wanna come up at the set
Spaz go bussin instead
that mag blow bodies in check
Got your girl in the bottomless depths

[PAPA SLEEP]
Break in your house and I kick in your head
Sipping that dirty sipping that fluoride
Pigs pull me over I know that a cop died

I'm boutta bust
You bite the dust
Rip off the crust
No one to trust

Too much testorone blow out your veins
Play dead like a possum you all the same
You boutta blow like the drum in your mouth
You got that poor taste irony sweeter than sorbet

Baseball bat to the head we be playing blood sports
Dirty stick I pick it up right up off the ground
You so greasy cant get bound down
Bounce out
Ain't about the Gaza watch your luck run out
better getting to running now

[LVST]
ay ay

pull to yo block with the k

tucking the 40 right next to the blade

blade to yo face if you throwing that shade

ahhhhh

why are u pussys still sippin on lean

yall a clone of the image dont copy the team

heroin needles bitch i am a feen

epidermic king but im still lookin clean

plenty green
on the scene
with a beam
at yo spleen
russian cream
with the kush
wait she gotta bush
she talking to much had to tell her to sush
plot the 11 like reagan and bush

pussy so pink like strawberry crush
you be making no bands man u blow it and flush
stomp your head till u purple and turned into mush
u dont know bout my limits till all of them pushed

[VENTING PALACE]
I'M KICKIN THE BUCKET BITCH FUCK THIS
I NEED A NYMPHO WHO LOCKS LIPS
YOU AND YOUR OTHER STAY SMOKIN' THAT CAT PISS
RUN UP ON THE SET YOU GET PRICKED LIKE A CACTUS

TIP TOEING
SNEAK DISSIN'
DABBIN' UP
SOME LIVE RESIN
QUIT BITCHIN'
THE RAP GAME IS MY MISSION
YOUR FLOWS LAME
AIN'T CREATIVE
YOU BETTER GET BETTER
BEFORE WE TAKE OVER BOY
WHY ARE YOU FLEXIN
YOUR MUSCLES LOOK FRAGILE BOY
I KEEP A KNIFE IN MY CORDUROYS
JUST IN CASE ANYONE LACKIN JOY

GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP
GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP

An Error Occurred, The File May Be Corrupted/Whack

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