D - D

Fear No Evil

Baby Momma

Bluntroller

Ain’t Enough

dark country boom bap

(Beat drops: dusty vinyl crackle, lowrider bass hittin’ like a 12-gauge pump, snare snappin’ like a bolt-action rack)Hook (gravel voice, half-sung like a outlaw hymn)
It’s the Second, motherfucka, carved in blood and stone
Try to take it, meet the reaper at the end of my chrome
From the hollers to the hood, we ride for what’s right
AR in the trunk, Constitution in my sights—BLAOW!Verse 1
Backwoods raised, moonshine in my veins
Granddaddy fought Nazis with a Garand in the rain
Told me, “Boy, that rifle on the wall of the workin’ man
Is the reason tyrants tremble when we take a stand”
Now they sendin’ blue-helmet boys to kick in my door
Talkin’ ‘bout “common sense,” smell the martial law
I ain’t registerin’ shit, I ain’t turnin’ ‘em in
Got 80% lowers printin’ freedom with a grin
Ghost guns in the safe, mags stacked to the roof
While politicians hide behind they bulletproof suits
Laugh while they ban, think we forgot how to shoot—
Nah, we just waitin’ on that one red line they cross, poof.Hook
It’s the Second, motherfucka, carved in blood and stone
Try to take it, meet the reaper at the end of my chrome
From the mountains to the trenches, every block, every field
Real ones hold the line—never kneel, never yield!Verse 2
City boys too, strap under Carhartt coats
Southside Chicago where the founding fathers ghost-wrote
Same energy: can’t let the state own the streets
When the police dip out, who protectin’ these peeps?
Gangster with a purpose—open carry on the block
While the mayor beggin’ feds for another gun-law lock
Funny how the rules never apply to they security team
But want me disarmed, livin’ inside they communist dream
Hell naw—molon labe tatted on my neck
Every clip a prayer, every round a check
On any king, any crown, any suit that forget
That power comes from God, and We the People protect.Bridge (slow it down, menacing)
Hear the banjos and the 808s blend
That’s the sound of a country that won’t break—only bend
When they come with the stacks of unconstitutional bills
We got stacks of somethin’ else waitin’ in the hills…Final Hook (double-time, full scream)
SECOND, motherfucka—last amendment standin’ tall
Touch one gun, you gotta come take ‘em all
From the trailer to the trap house, same damn call
Live free or die hard—motherfuck the fall!(Beat fades out with distant gunfire echoes and a lone harmonica cryin’ like a warning)  Shall. Not. Be. Infringed.

Shall Not Infringe

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Wolverine

Jake Buzzard- Running from my past(Kudlee remix)

Produced By Jourdain Casper.


Anxious Drill / High-Speed Trap (155 BPM)


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