My Bloody America

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CODE RED! (Feat. Sadzilla)

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CREEPIN - All But 6, Pouya & South Strip

Stream: https://hypeddit.com/nikko/skyin5

Lyrics:

Corpse in a sarcophagus 
I’m coughing off this blunt 
Rolled off blood and guts of motherfuckers 
I had bust up 
God gave me these wings to fly 
But I would rather jump, off and on em 
Breaking every bone until they bust out 
See when I grew up , brain was washed out 
Locked out up out of the crib
I was bogged down and boxed out 
I never knew nothing 
But had a sense to fucking hustle   
Trudge my boots through the sludge 
One day all of a sudden heard a voice through the wall 
I had recognized its patterns and the tone of its talk 
It was coming from the drywall of my 1 room apartment 
It said you wanna live or blow your brains in the carpet 
Often I was contemplative of death 
Fascinated by decay of those who’ve rotten and left 
I’d wonder if I raise to greatness would I die with the rest still 
And is there any graciousness for those who direct kill fuckers they despise 
And enemy between my eyes is one for me and mine 
So don’t think that you’ll catch the best of me off of these 10 toes 
It’ll be a 100 at least 
Put you to sleep benzo 
And all the men know if you touching up on kin well then you is ready to die 
Having trouble picking sides? 
We already know where you lie then boy 
I’d advise you get tight as hell with your god 
Yuh cause you’re in the sky in 5 and these bullets live and hot

SKY IN 5

SKY IN 5 (prod. vexd) *lyrics below*

Prod Michael Link
Stream: https://too.fm/k4142j9

Lyrics:

I don’t talk a lot 
Got no ceiling like I dropped the top 
They don’t pop and I’m bussin now 
Yes I’m burning hot 
And I heard they like smoke and fire
Contemplate if I’ll spark or not 
I’m like Zabuza the way my blade fucking chop you up
And hide your parts in a parking spot 
I can’t cuff a thot 
And don’t fit in what’s the fucking problem?
No sinning I’m a man of God 

Why, put that pussy on me? 
I enlist in murder baby
Do you not care about yourself?
Is you not fucking crazy? 
Die
Stick with me you’re gonna die 
Guarantee it wouldn’t lie 
You only live for like a second anyway 
Then you rot 

Off em 
Radio bomb em 
Middle weight toss em , right off the stage (aye)
Often these bitches awful 
Bitch and I’m awesome 
That’s why I get paid (aye)
Lost it, center the moshpit 
It’ll be dark soon, you’ll never see day 
Wait for a coffin 
Why are you coughin?
You wanted this smoke that I’m blowin your face
Hitting em regardless of lookin both ways 
Finna hit em with a car if these pussys don’t break 
Wait , stop talking bullshit out the side of your head 
Because my Glock doesn’t like it and it’s looking for a reason it could - 

Talk a lot 
Got no ceiling like I dropped the top 
They don’t pop and I’m bussin now 
Yes I’m burning hot 
And I heard they like smoke and fire
Contemplate if I’ll spark or not 
I’m like Zabuza the way my blade fucking chop you up
And hide your parts in a parking spot 
I can’t cuff a thot 
And don’t fit in what’s the fucking problem?
No sinning I’m a man of God 

Why, put that pussy on me? 
I enlist in murder baby
Do you not care about yourself?
Is you not fucking crazy? 
Die
Stick with me you’re gonna die 
Guarantee it wouldn’t lie 
You only live for like a second anyway 
Then you rot

TALK A LOT

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j

featuring: @Istashathescrub
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

(NIKKO)
Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? I'm a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

And that’s how I’ll squeeze the blood out a bitch
My tongue got em ripped 
Posted with a gun outta state with hoes in the back 
Telling me they love all my shit 
Im mad fuckin lit 
I could get you mans fuckin slid 
I rock up my wrist yeah
Im not the one, but I’m bout my tools 
Always loaded on me, like I’m liquor on a cruise
You need to face that I have won
And you’ll always lose 
But that’s just cause I’m better and I have something to prove 
Yuh I serrate my chain so I can whip brains out em
Find a tree and let ‘em hang on it 
They swinging like playground
Wait like what’s with all the hatred they ask me 
You wouldn’t get it huh 
They can’t sthpit how I spit and it is fucking pathetic 
Yeah im fed up with these lames 
Run a hundred fuckin thousand out the bank before you claim that we could ever go toe to toe
Noticeable that you can’t 
Interlope into their earlobes and they spread it like the plague 
Came to bring infinite pain 
I'm the baddest fuck you saying? 

Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? Im a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

(Istasha)

Generated like CG 
Mirages and FIJI water
Don’t feed me
The problems they repeat 
Your goddess she bleed when she weep and it’s tragic as fuck 
You drank out the tire of sludge 
The ground where your high as the mud 
The flowers don’t grow where they should 
If you lying you dying 
So I would never ____ 
Got miners to dig you up 
Full of fractures racking up 
With that hemoglobin your cup 
Let them wagers take a loss
I got cobras in my gut
Let the venom go to waste 
Don’t forget
If I give a fuck 
Feed the nog
Take a Picture
My features all Fake 
Hit my core 
For the Fissure 
No heaven left 
Safe 
I’m a dog in a pit
Ugh I need a noose 
Sacs All My parts 
Still Kickin
No bucket No plate 
Duckin

REBEL

TALKING TO GOD

TALKING TO GOD (feat. Istasha)

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j

Lyrics:

My tank is out of gas 
It’s runnin low 
And I’ll never make it back 
That much I do know 
Not that I’d want to after all that’s been done 
I’ve got no shoulder that I know I can cry on 
Just me just me just me 

Change colors like seasons 
Right now I feel blue 
No life isn’t easy I know that that’s true 
It’s jus easier with you

If I died right now would you care? 
My trees falling TIMBER
And nobodies able to hear it 
I wonder 
If it’ll still make a sound 
Let’s figure it out
Cause no doubt 
If I died right now you would care 
And so many so called friends would suddenly be there I wonder 
Where are they at now 
Cause I’m by myself thinking bout 
If I died right now 
Died right now 
I wanna die right now 
Die right now 
And if I died right now 
Died right now 
Could you survive without 
Survive without me baby 

Change colors like seasons 
Right now I feel blue 
No life isn’t easy I know that that’s true 
It’s jus easier with you

My tank is out of gas 
It’s runnin low 
And I’ll never make it back 
That much I do know

Feelin Blue

Feeling Blue

SLEEPWALKER (feat. brakence)

WICHITA BLUES

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/61RsA1VPJu0JFVsxMxwW6b
iTunes/Apple Music: https://itun.es/us/1sDqkb

Lyrics:

all day
and all night
we'd stay up
it felt so right

we were so young
we were so dumb
we would get drunk
and then hook up

we were ok 
we were alright
stayin awake 
till the sun rise

we were in love
couldn't stop us
like a good drug
never enough

we'd hook up in my car
drive it so far 
play you guitar
you'd show me ur art
let down our guards
think with our hearts
Stare at the stars
we were never apart

drinking to young
way too much fun
out in the sun
or in when it's gone
took you to prom
dance to our song
dance all night long
till the lights come on

but it's too late now i remember everything
and how careless we could be
but it's too late now i remember you and me
and how careless we could be

it's too late now I remember everything
and how careless we could be x3

verse 2:
late nights
long fights
it felt right
we were alive

we would go out
we were so loud
we were so proud 
we had no doubts

week ends
and week days
we'd spend
our own way

we were careless
we were fearless 
we were reckless
time was precious 

we loved to waste time
whiskey and wine
drinking all night
asleep by your side

finally alive
we would just drive
never arrive
our journey was life

staying out late
testing our faith
running away 
we lived for today

young and so bold
never get old
screw what we're told
we can't be controlled!

but it's too late now i remember everything
and how careless we could be
but it's too late now i remember you and me
and how careless we could be

it's too late now I remember everything
and how careless we could be x3

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CODE RED! (Feat. Sadzilla)

Jeremy-Colby