Lyrics: 
It's the local terrorist,
I'm always riding through the city,
With the pistol on my lap,
I'm screaming out,
For you to get me,
You can come and take the bait,
Ill hit you right inside your kidney,
Spin around bust the block,
burn it down,
And take you with me,
I'm a suicidal bomber,
Blow this shit,
Until they get me,
Ain't no witnesses around,
Because i ride,
When no one with me,
Look inside your fuckin eyes,
When you cry,
Don't forget me,
Do not run your fuckin mouth,
If you won't die,
For what you feeling,
Muthafucka what,
----
Close your muthafuckin mouth,
Did you hear something,
I ain't come to fuckin talk,
I came to get it busting,
M, m, m,
Mask on my face,
When you see me coming,
They screaming out,
To Call the cops,
When we get to dumpin,
I said it ain't the last time,
Imma keep my word,
We'll light this muthafucka up,
You get what you deserve,
I hope you heard,
I ain't talking bout this shit online,
You smiling all up in my face,
Thinking shit is fine,
Till I cock the 9 hoe,
------
Pull up on a muthafucka,
With the black cat,
Everybody always thinking,
That they really bout that,
I ain't never gave a fuck,
To come in contact,
With anybody thinking,
That I wouldn't bring the combat,
I'm a terrorist,
I'm looking where the bomb at,
To blow a muthafucka,
Through the river,
Where they drown at,
Coming from a city,
Where you always see the clouds at,
Look up at the sky,
See the rain,
And its all black,
Everybody wanna talk,
Until you explode,
Then wanna call the cops,
When they seeing that you want smoke,
Snap your muthafuckin hand,
And break the damn phone,
I try to keep It to myself,
You wanna take me out my zone,
I try to keep it to myself,
But I get tired,
Of muthafuckas thinking that i wouldn't bring the fire,
See the heat,
Eat the weak,
When I roll by ya,
Never give a fuck no more,
Because i'm on fire,
------
You don't really wanna start this,
Start this,
I'll make your ass my target
My target,
Imma turn into a marksman,
A marksman,
Hit your ass where your heart is,
I'm heartless,
Muthafuckas in the darkness,
The darkness,
Ima turn into a marksman,
A marksman,
Hit your ass where your heart is,
Your heart is,
Muthafucka I am heartless,
I'm heartless,
Yeah,

911 (Prod. EYKEY)

real ghost creepin out the woods man
sick host smokin on the wolf's bane
red clot one shot two drop
livestock 
choppin up the body parts
cheap talk imma fuckin put the blade in you
Twist of fate the pain in you
it fills ya gut we stick and move
now slit your wrist ya split in two Inevitable 
mind erased
You know they won't remember you

steeped in metal I'm peakin in levels
I never settle like a Devil in temple
but i rein a mental ghost

now slit your wrist You never exist
you try and trip bitch schemaposse never miss

never beatin on a dead horse just a bloted dead corpse stinkin on the back of the front porch 
I am not the one that you can get an inch from
I don't give a shit about who you know or where you been from

CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS

Artwork by: @mental_foundry

Lyrics:
It’s that old school boom bap defibrillator 
Been cooco long before I left the incubator 
Came a long way from 
Losing at shoots and ladders 
I just want to fuck and get high 
But mainly the latter 
ask me about my personality 
It’s a disorder 
Went from happy hour 
To I want this 
To be over
At what point 
When Will I be hopping 
But no longer 
hip when I’m rapping 
I’m a pending tombstone 
But luckily what I rap about
Isn’t fools gold
Fuck writers block
This is ad hoc 
My life is macabre  
I’m so couch locked 
Off the dome 
Like call of duty 
WE ARE THE REMNANTS
OF THE STONED APES THEORY 
PEOPLE FORGET THEIR ROOTS ENTIRELY  
it’s apparent  
Most these artists are just parrots 

Academy award goes to these 
actors 
making music 
cruise control bitch 
candid as it gets
This comes easily 
Cause I’m not making up shit 
when i’m not high 
 i am off pitch

PLEAD THE 5th
TILL I CEASE TO EXIST 
Used to do card tricks 
3 CARD MONTE 
TYPE SHIT  
Card mechanic 
Sometimes I disassociate
AND become catatonic 
Other times I can’t sit Still 
No matter if I wanted 
Guess to some people
I’m outlandish 
people always judgin
reachin 
Leechin 
seeking attention 
I’m Not scared to merk a person 
I’ll cross a motherfucka out like it’s bingo
I’m a Lunatic Gringo
Psilocybin albino 
Disintegrated my ego 
If I die, we both go 
Tryna destroy these thoughts 
Not myself though
Now Suddenly 
Cause I got attention 
People got their hands out 
 tryna fish for dinero 
But I’m the type break your Marrow
Leavin you more broke the you came
I’m trying to ascertain symmetry 
Have an affinity for apathy
When it comes to my wrath 
I am petty


I am the oops
They couldnt undo
Most the time I hear
The Words how are you 
They really meant 
Hi BYE NICE TO MEET YOU 
RARELY HEAR
The words
 I LOVE TOU 
USED TO THINK 
my only source of joy 
came from a kilo 
or a needle 
Alot of what comes outta
 people’s mouths 
Is fecal 
Keepin my head on a swivel 
Analytical 
Open minded, 
vision isn’t just tunnel
So elated 
They granted William Leonard pickard 
Clemency 
I’m not superstitious 
But I Feel like I manifested that honestly 
In the meadows I walk 
Gloomy in the midst 
Of the negative talk 
FUCK THE NOD 
IT WILL BLITZ YOUR WHOLE SQUAD 
Seeing visuals
Aesthetic like a koi pond 
It’s okay to admit when you’re wrong
So many things in my life are gone
Gotta hit the bong
Thought my past 
Was water under the Bridge
But The trauma makes me 
wanna fuckin binge 
After a while 
It can get tiring 
being a fiend 
And frying 
Seem calm on the outside
But chaotic on the inside 
Corpses 40 hands 
That Junkyard steppa
Risk taka
Pep in my step mothafucka  
Sometimes I’m lackin Stamina 
Fuck these Child ass motherfuckas 
Actin like they still got the pacifier 
Like Friedrich 
Nietzsche
Ima be Ya teacher 
DOSING SHROOMS 
Like a GOLDEN TEACHER 
Straight to the topic like 
Occam’s razor
Or whatever
Fuck being a people pleaser
I already put my coins in 
So I guess 
Imma finish this game then
Fuck the fake interaction 
Before a person asks for a favor or a transaction 

Luckily I’m not spewing ipse dixit
I’m a sceptic 
Yeah i find it 
plausible for there to be cause to this 
But it’s definitely caustic
Cause if there was a Big Bang 
something had to of banged it 
But if they exist
Then they’ll have to 
beg for my forgiveness 

My brain,
Feeling like a parallax 
Going on a trip like 
DMT from the gland

I come from an era 
Way before social media 
Fuck propaganda 
Mute the media
 we’re grasping at straws 
for a full proof remedy 
People shouldn’t be locked in cages 
for smokin tree
or tryin live oppression free 
we got rapists 
gettin off Scott free
With that being said 
Humanity needs Lsd
no one is born with racial bigotry 
That shit is taught 
But not love 
Open your mind or not 
Im a Boom bap 
EMT 
This beat be the gurney 
Resuscitating
rap lyrically 
Fuck corruption till the death of me
And I guess the rest 
Is history

EMT (Prod. Kuzy)

DIVINE INTERVENTION PROD. Bad Smith

Pure 90s style Hip-Hop with fast rhymes to get your head bobbing. 

Split Personality (Ft. TVBUU) Prod. Raias Beats

WHEN THE UNIVERSE FOLDS

WAVER (Work)

Lyrics:
Misconceived
Disbelieve
Resonating out of key
Bottom of the pocket It's sodom and you can never leave 
Artisan resting up 
Test the wheels in dirt and mud 
Rusted off them shakels
Your talking inside your catacombs 

Settled chalk
Writing it til your finger grinding on the rock 
Enter the pentagram 
Hack at your benefits 
Efforts? you never said anything; evidence 

And you choke a case
Ok Amazing Set your bitching now aside Inside your cage
And drown in rage and spite you're missing out 

Writhing
Day by day 
Robbed of the walls 
Put you out of the way 
Tainted cell 
No way out 
Ring the bell 
Hanging from the bars 
Won't maintain 
Tainted waste in the well 

Sewer fluid run in ruins 
Agonistic resin 
Chewing 
Institute of fusing 
With arrows Inside yourself intrusive 
All abusive 
Lost of meaning 
Indecisive seas 
No seaming 
Deep inside deceit 
And recive a sight Insufficient 

Eyes are not perceptive 
Keep leaking ethanol 
Regressive 
And Slowly dripping out the Molotov 
Following on the message
But you're focus stays suppressed 
At the number of additions 
Not impressed 
You're Just a fucked up lost boy 
Stuck inside of forced choices

Fresh batch cooking in the oven, might forget it and leave it slightly burned [Prod. Istasha]

Istasha The Scrub