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JUDGEMENT DAY

DownWxlf X ROMA JONSON - JUDGEMENT DAY | Prod. ROMA JONSON

written/performed by fxckjamie & k.v.n
produced by fxckjamie
cover art by fxckjamie


Lyrics

[ FXCKJAMiE ]

Said a hundred times, I aint fucking with you 
I put a body in the dirt, no one is gon miss you (aye)
If you come up on me tryna press an issue
I’ll send a fist to the face, make a bloody tissue

King of the graveyard they all know my name 
with yo’ bitch in the back and she gave me dumb brain 
Imma cold motherfucker I can feel it in my vein
Tryna say you relate but no bitch we not the same

You don’t wanna be like me
Press your luck and then you’ll see 
Burn your body like debris 
I’m everybody’s enemy (x2)

Posted in the cut wit my boys
We be going loud making noise
blasting all my music at the show 
and you already know we not stopping til the speakers destroyed 
 
[ K.V.N//7Ł ]

Yuh aye bitch
I came up put the fire holy wayer my piss
Soon as i get my check ima get a new stick
Flights to the east coast meet up with the clique
Aye bitch

West side motherfucker till im in the grave
Demons in the bank you could catch me in the bank
Bury motherfuckers i got too much weight
Tryna take my plate Ima leave a new stain

Came with a 45 
walkin thru the woods like its lord of the flies
I kill em with the bass have em bleedin out the eyes 
Might need another push let them fuckers float by

I might just crash
I never show face
To the cops ima dash
Im runnin thru the block 
In the night whos that
young mothafucka better watch yo back
Tryna hold on but im slippin thru the cracks

ENEMY (FEAT. K.V.N//7Ł) [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

LYRICS-



MILITXNT-

I need to cope
Lay In the water and watch as I float
Lay in the grave and come up as a ghost
Rotting in hell imma roast
Spitting up blood from my throat 
All of my hope is revoked imma sit in the dark all alone
I feel alone I have run out of hope 
Tying my neck on a rope 
Hanging me down on a pole 
Devil is taking a toll he’s lighting the fire like coal 
All of the angels will go up in smoke 
The deal we have made is a hoax 
I need to go 
Haunted by choices 
Keep hearing voices 
Actions bring habits I’m tryna avoid it 
Gray all around me the rain keep on pouring 
Filling my cup with a tear of importance 
I’m feeling pain 
Mask on my face got me feeling like bane 
The demons gonna dance in the rain 
Shake out these shackles and bust out these chains 
Come from the ground with a crown on my brain 
I feel insane 
I need to empty my head 
Put the beam to my skull make it red 
Leaking out brains on my bed 
All of the blood gonna spread 
I need some meds 
Put him in a bag hear a zip
Toss him in the back of the whip
Ready hear a blast from my blick
Knife to the vein on ya wrist make it drip
Running out of time kill him quick
Blade on my back 
Pick up the Mac add a Mag then attack 
Grind up his body and pack like a jack 
Cut off your head then I toss in a sack 



PROPHET-

Nail me to the cross 
Cuz I’m one of the gods 
god of the bloodshed 
kill for a cause 
Drag you to the woods
& your bound to get lost 
Leaving no evidence 
Case getting dropped 
Cock the Glock back
& Im letting it off 
Creep in the fog 
Cutting your throat 
when you get to the car 
See them in person 
They’re acting real hard 
Till I act up 
with the pistol 
and spark 
Choppa gets lit up like 
Candles in dark 
One in the head 
And put 2 in yo heart 
You talking hot 
And get shot on the spot 
Tighten the noose 
When I wrap round the knots 
Fuck all the feds 
Give a shit bout a cop 
Cut up the carcass 
And leave it to rot 
Serial killer 
My victims I stalk 
Follow you home 
When you go for a walk 
See me behind you 
Keep running don’t stop 
Leaking his brains 
& they outline in chalk 
Your time is ticking 
Always on the clock 
Call me the scarecrow 
always round crops 
Selling a bag 
I just re up’d the stock 
I hit the block 
With the crack in my socks 
Trap house is booming 
From cooking up rock 
Whipping the Pyrex 
Im stirring the pot 
Imma stay here 
Wether like it or not 
I’m taking everything 
Give what you got 
Stolen whips in this bitch
all of em hot 
Stole em straight
out of the parking lot
If it goes wrong 
I’m down to flock 
That’s what i do anyway 
to the opps

OMERTÀ- MILITXNT X PROPHET (prod.ARAGOTH)

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

LINEUP:
@DEPTHSTRIDA
@ISTASHA
@C3OF
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@FUKKSAILOR
@PRODKXISER

ARTWORK:
@C3OF
@PRODKXISER

PRODUCED BY:
@FUKKSAILOR

MIXING BY:
@FUKKSAILOR

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

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3RD DIVISION

Dodecahedral Clusterfuck

scrapped is an EP gone awry.

features:
@mugetsu117
@depthstrida
@necrolvnn
@sulphofficial
@givemexans
@bxwsers_demise
@navvvi

art:
@c3of

shoutout:
@bleedingcypher
@deadonsight

Nightmare (feat. MUGXTSU & NECROLYNN)

Lyrics:
Stain code 
Wear a mask in the bathtub 
Body bruised
Lose hemoglobin when you act up 
Tape, rope 
Give a fuck of what you use now
I should have a plan But all my plans are overused

De-chrome 
Clear a task out in monocolor 
Idle 
Stay in white 
Pitch black while it's undercover 
Reach home 
Speed to leech in on the compounds 
Audible broke 
Down feeding off he ground

See you studder out the lock and end up bent down 
10-9 In case you wanna talk again I'll shut her off
Out of body 
All control Is left the up in pent
Blocked
Read it on the cough 
And Walk receding that's enough

Shutting Your Signal

Lyrics:
No handed 
Bars not granted 
Do em like cattle 
With an iron 
Double branded 

Go tandem 
Split like blackballed 
Nose that shit too close 
Like slackjaw 

On my trees 
No light 
Will run 
Comes unwritten 
Lacking ground 
Already 
I'm might stay 
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Neon Junction/Germ Cell Evacuation [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
You're wasting all of my sense 
You want my answer 
Semantics slipping out my hands 
Don't wanna step on the line of defense 
Don't want amends 
This shit don't make no sense 

2% 
I'm missing out the matter 
At the bottom of the passage
Break a ladder
Off the exit 
Not the asset 
Or the batteries 
At 1% 
I'm manic 
Got that capillary 
On demand 
And passive in my best 
But At the cap unnecessary
 
Like two step locks 
Gimme that paper cut 
Pay per block 
Pressing on the bottle 
Limping on files 
Sedated cuck 

Okay relax 
What the fuck? 
Slit in my throat still paid like a hydra 
Gears succumb 
Feed em oil and cotton 
Practice still provided 

X Drawn out like a shitstain
They just wanna sweep it over quick but that's a Mistake 
Piss take 
Honor reinstated on the next day
Explain 
Loss of innovation but expecting all the best things

Peepshow Callcenter [Prod. Istasha]

I hate myself, here you go

Lyrics:
Okay I 
Boast it ornamental 
Let it cover 
Cus I never set up

I need a severance 
Satan 
Cheat me 
Cus I’m fucking it up 

I need a 
I need a beer 
Ante up my throat 
In solvent 

I need a 
I need a gear 
And I run up out this sorrow

Miles in my back 
I got gross sense of distance 

An Eye resting on my gravel 
Retire as no medusa

I comply 
With a piss 
Drenched in payed sense of bliss 
Ammonia racks 
Attire of shit 
I’m out of discipline 

Lost thoughts 
Hind sight 
Are my eyes in the back now? 

Loss high 
Blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?

I just need to focus 

Take a second 
Run like cockroaches 
I’m lost in a game 

Display is tearing 
Neat 
No powder 
Out of flour 
Cocaine 

Replace the power 
I’m out 
Running bitch 
Just not in my doubts 
Wish I could see my legs
I’m locked inside a Treadmill

Caught in my bed still 
Thoughts in my head spill 
Wandering service 
I’d rather stay and take the blue pill
Cucked In the closet 
Rust stuck to my bars 
What
Lost and forgotten 
I master problems
Like honest to god

Shutting Your Signal

Istasha The Scrub