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New Promotional Track With Conflikt & Qwestion Titled - My only outlet, Prod by FlsProd, Check out that new underound boom bap!

My Only Outlet - lyrics - 

Qwestion - Verse 1 - I'm lost an I'm lit, i'm an incompetent, but Johnathon drop ish dumb fucks cant fathom, I'm a slop up my pot a fish then get my brain sucked like phantasm, my accomplishments are that of a novice but I'm a complex novelist like Hemingway, lemmings play to the drop of a cliff, my settle fears, my left and right hemispheres my only accomplice, other than Conflikt, compilations of a lone wolf like old folks, I blow O's of smoke like concentration smoke stacks, I laugh at supposed proposed facts, I'm an abomination like applauding a nation for bombing a hospital full of patients, I'm awfully impatient, I'm high an spastic, I'm that sick, best start fires, riots, shooting and clapping, looting and grabbing, just for pesos some fixings and some fastens, this is full loaded action like saran wrapping crate loads of automatic weapons to Iran from the Baffin's!

           Qwestion - Chorus - Dying in a brimstone prison, 
                                alive in a fishbowl system, 
                                cowardice rivals, and downward spirals, 
                                the mics myonly outlet! x2

Conflikt - Verse 2 - Yo this lifes a bad storm we waiting for this shit to pass, you think you seeing clearly tell you hit the glass, try to move forward but you cant ditch the pass, while your world turns to garbage like my ex that bitch is trash, I know theres trouble ahead because its been a bad year and the doctor doubled my meds, and im still broke as fuck still hustle for bread, try to build bridges but turn em to rubble instead, fuck it, I dont need a big squad with me, i got my family, and my peoples plus god with me, i stay positive on the path of the righteous, i stay strong for when im matched with a crisis, i try to stay sharp for when i gotta face the mic, but i mostly make beats now because I hate to write, but this is where i started at, so this is where my heart is at, hellzwind is who I rep, yeah im part of that!

Qwestion - Chorus - Dying in a brimstone prison, 
                                alive in a fishbowl system, 
                                cowardice rivals, and downward spirals, 
                                the mics myonly outlet! x2

The ConQwest

My Only Outlet

My Only Outlet - Feat. Conflikt  (Prod By. FlsProd)

New Track from Conflikt & Qwestion Prod. Fat Cat Beats.


Qwestion - Chorus x2
We light it up,
an hold hells candle, 
this mics, a molten handle! P***YS! 
You Smell of mold, 
old holes and pelvic panels, we break the shells of you men in shambles!

Conflikt Verse 1.

Yo, I've been itching to write a verse so throw me a pen, I'm cocky! So go ahead and quote me again poppy, my style full of substance like opium dens, you gotta hustle if you out for them copious ends, but that's more truth then you geeks can handle, I son'd kids like Miyagi when he was teaching Daniel, youngins trying to get in the door but cant reach the handle, say you in the street but you somewhere on the beach in sandles, why dudes talk like they fly but they wallets empty? Mention it then they say you hating an call it envy, ya'll offend me, yeah your scriptures bore me, you spitting stories, then acting like it's all from memories, frauds claims and some does they never paid, Fucker! I sold the first beat I ever made! Plus I got props on my first bars written, and for the fact every beat I've ever crafted is hard hitting!

Vocal- This time its war!

Qwestion - Verse 2.

Thats why We always kill it an drop every second like infancy death rates, 
every breath leaves death at our wake, performed like a illegitimate doc, hoards of soaring storks,
holding umbelical chords on still borns, 
when every syllable drops, 
this is unorthodox like Orks in snorkels snorting rocks,
the score of our talk is a legitimate cop,  
our vocal chords heard across ocean Shores from lands like Japan to equator, 
tracks make floor boards reverberate give in an pop, 
I told em forwarnings say they skillet is hot, they be pork to slaughter horkin on the steps that they walk,
get my son an daughter to kick over that piss in the pot,
an whether we poor or not, we still be some dirt balls like crackers on floors that are sifting for rocks, 
we a couple arrogant cocks yelling out fuck pigs when we treat whores like cops!

Qwestion - Chorus x2
We light it up,
an hold hells candle, 
this mics, a molten handle! P***YS! 
You Smell of mold, 
old holes and pelvic panels, we break the shells of you men in shambles!


(Exclusive PROMO ONLY)

Conqwest

Hells Candle

Hells Candle - Ft. Conflikt (Prod.Fat Cat Beats)

Indulgences is an underground hip hop track from upcoming hip hop artist qwestion feat diabolic and awful p, with production credits by conflikt, giving three raw and gritty perspectives on indulgences with a focus on lyricism that sounds like an underground hip hop classic with influences from the golden era of hip hop.

Identity Crisis In Infinite Minds

Indulgences

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Indulgences Feat. Diabolic & Awful P (Prod. Conflikt)

PULL IT UP - ST. LAZ FEAT. JO DANCER  "PRODUCED" BY BIG BOB

Lyrics

Verse

Cuss ya out, then tell ya Watch ya fucking mouth// like I'm a father with dish soap// i grip and twist ya wrists, they broke// in splits an bits like fish pulp// Ain't a muthafucking chance of a quick hope, like slit throats// ya pants left shit an piss soaked, like kids pull ups quick pulls// bogging ya noggin, when I'm just jogging across rotten blotter// jotting slaughter, like willem Defoe death notes// that author, you to jump off cliffs with slip ropes// I'm a father, but for the love of my kids, I'll stick ya fuckin ribs, like a bid in Gitmo//  this flow petro, sicko, schitso// better jet lo, head blow, like led pulls// bust a chin, just for some damn nickles// ya dust in the wind, fuck off, kick the dust off, all bets no bust off, like jammed pistols// this prick can get so,  bullheaded like pitbulls// fuck off an get go, you fucking with me, but be so fickle// disgusting dusted assumptions, lumpin me in with these punks that's a shit no// this goblin bully these gunts in the lunch bin like gizmo//


Verse

Hook x2
This is for crooks that cook up disasters for massacres,  
This is that shit, ya throw hooks at a bitch an Throw bombs at cab passengers, 
This that shit, that cracks calves In halves while laughin at the fragments of matter jabbing out the fucking back of ya

PULL IT UP - ST. LAZ FEAT. JO DANCER "PRODUCED" BY BIG BOB

Jo Dancer