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cemetery whispers

New track

ENTIRELY PRODUCED BY MC AMNESIA
BIG SHOUT OUTS TO MA MANES AMNESIA,FENRIS AND DA MACHINE FOR BEING ON DA EP
BRICK LYRICS:
TAKE THE RED OR GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE
ITS THE MISTA BRICK THE MISTER KILLA THIS MISTER HAS NO FEAR
FUCKED UP FUCKED UP  THATS WHAT I'D SAY 
IF YOU BE ASKIN MEY HOW MY TRUE FEELINGS ARE ABOUT THIS WHOLE PENETENTIARY AND IT DOESNT REALLY MATTER WHAT THE LIL ONES START TO THINK CUZ IF YOU HAVENT THE NUMBERS ON YOUR BANK YOUR FOR THEM JUST ANOTHER SKANK
SHIT
RIP AFTER HIT HIT AFTER RIP ON THE NEVER ENDING SEARCH FOR THE BIGGEST TRIP
AND YES 
I DONT LIKE TO SAY OF THE FUTURE THAT I SEE WE'LL BE LOCKED IN A CELL A NEW UNDERSTANDING OF LIBERTY 
PEOPLE CLAIMING TO BE FREE BUT HAVENT SEEN THE UNFORSEEN
ITS JUST ME AGAINST THE WORLD
BUT NUTHIN THAT I HAVENT HEARD

GO SHUT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A MANE
BUT DONT MAKE A STAIN 
AND TRUST ON MY PLAN
LAST BUT NOT LEAST I WILL START THE FUCKIN HEIST
ATTEMTEPING TODAY REHEARSING THE PLAN AND 
YES I GO
TO THE BANK GOT A BULLET WITH YOUR NAME
CALL MY NAME AND THE BRAIN WILL BE THE PAINT THAT I'LL SPRAY ENEMY COMIN OUT EVERY DIRECTION I DONT KNOW WHERE TO SEE
GUESS IM FINALLY HOLDING MY HEAD FOR ALL MY FELONIES

TAKE THE RED X FENRIS SAVAGE (Prod. MC AMNESIA)

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/snWvJhpcqqAs2zkP8

OTHER EVIL FT. 901KRUEGER

JOHN BRICK X FENRIS SAVAGE - THERES NO LIGHT (PROD. SHADXWEVIL)

VERSE: 

smoke up in my eyes
i cant see shit
im on the edge
i light a spliff
i face it quick
im off the hinge
aint got no fans 
cant meet no ends
im on my own up in this shit
in my crib like everyday
i see no light and through the shade
my brain is full of fucking hate
cant concentrate up on my life
this shit is nothing but a mistake
and its to late to take it back
i smoke a sack just to relax
on the couch
in a drought
smokin roaches by myself
my brain was left up on the shelf 
mane with
no-ones help
i sit and dwell about my life
cuz shit aint right 
im living hell
and you can tell
i crack a smile mane
u could never ever tell
im in a cell
im fight demons
don't be sleeping
i been drinkin
aint been eating
body dissolving barely breathing
mane i dont to treat it
sick re-breathing through the evening
stressed as fuck aint got no reason
wrist is bleeding indo needed
breaking it down i roll it up 
and now im motha fucking leaving

ON THE EDGE FT. OUTCAST

VOCALS BY: @530utcast
PRODUCTION BY: ME & SAD GOD (@lil-bucksta-mane)
MELODIES COMPOSED BY: SAD GOD (@lil-bucksta-mane)

COVER ART PROVIDED BY: @tufmane

LOSING HOPE FT. SAD GOD & OUTCAST

MAIN STREET

MAIN STREET (Prod. SHADXWEVIL)

FEELING EMPTY FT. LIL BUCKSTA & NOKRIS

Prod. YCK

Could give a shit about the fame yuh
Talking talk but you afraid yuh
Empty handed bloody knuckles
Pop the trunk and watching legs buckle
Give a damn about the cash yuh
Stackin oxy on the dash yuh
Only tremble knees are shaking
Seize the day then I freeze the payment

Two steps and you’re dead my drink no carding
A bitch got upset by the way I so started
Data’s encrypted the bait and the switch
Till this day I’m addicted I get that itch
We’re the scourges of Earth was affirmed that my birth
Was an error I’ve been ducking nother one I’ve gotta curve
Torching the forms no copy in print
Then it’s scorch reform ask God if he exist
I’m a skeptic cause how could any world this cruel
Rotate when it’s run by fucking crooks and ghouls
Shows are full of capping and performative activists
Tear gassing and shielded now the corpses inanimate
Internet white knights like Lancelot
They say I’m slept on like I’ve been camouflaged 
Wraith and a pagan I’m oh forsaken
The spot that I’ve claimed bitch it ain’t for taking

Could give a shit about the fame yuh
Talking talk but you afraid yuh
Empty handed bloody knuckles
Pop the trunk and watching legs buckle
Give a damn about the cash yuh
Stackin oxy on the dash yuh
Only tremble knees are shaking
Seize the day then I freeze the payment

Acolytes you don’t receive my respect
The devil in me that I serve to protect
He who had spoken when I needed helping
Exchanging mortality traded for wealth and
Spent every penny was made to damnation
I must give in can’t resist the temptation
Want absolution but I can’t provide that
You beg for forgiveness but I don’t decide that
Pathogenic terrorism profits
Epidemic pessimism topping
Maybe it’s the arrogance but I’m so shameless
Bullet to the heart got me under surveillance
Tyranny’s reign pyramid games
He is in strain I can’t fuck with these lames
Fuck oligopolies efforts abolishing
They say they’re different but they look the same

Could give a shit about the fame yuh
Talking talk but you afraid yuh
Empty handed bloody knuckles
Pop the trunk and watching legs buckle
Give a damn about the cash yuh
Stackin oxy on the dash yuh
Only tremble knees are shaking
Seize the day then I freeze the payment

Heretic

Bloody Knuckles

COVER ART: @Mental_Foundry

Lyrics:
Corn fields sway, then go silent and stiff.
Not knowing we were about to abruptly
hit the end of this cliff. The commonplace
of love fills the atmosphere like smoke from
a chimney. However, it lacks limits, it’s given
out unconditionally. All smiles on his face, no
reason to be fretful. Ignorant of this life of the mourning
and the dreadful. Sheer emptiness soon to come, hoping he
wouldn’t pass in vain. Pain so severe, this
heart feels like a  grenade. Shattered dreams
of devotion, emotion and drifting thoughts like
a current of an enraged sea full of panic and despair.
Leaving me as fast as the wind stops blowing through
the air. Acknowledging that every gasp he took was one
more tick on the count down till his last. Looking over
him, involuntarily a witness to this tragedy. A spectator 
to the human disease inevitably, plagued by fatality.
My eyes need band-aids, they are forever scarred for
life. Pleading to an entity. Screaming out words with meaning–
my feelings, like a soliloquy, but to nobody listening.
Cries for help unanswered, faith faded away like
Night to Day, heartfelt apologies, I never got to say, but
It’s okay. He didn’t die in vain. Trying to mask emotions,
despite all this pain. Trying to put on a front that I’m strong, but
I’m weak. Like a drizzling rain. Yet we all are, it’s in the human
nature to mask emotion. Fearing demotion to our reputation. Shock
at the wake of mortality and the fact that these skin and
bones are all but merely rentals.

BROKEN (PROD. BHASPER)

LOVSIQ X Sect Unit - LOVSECT

WHEREISGOD? Feat. Kiing Loki

99ZED x SALIVA GREY - BODIES DANGLE LIKE MY NUTZ (prod. 99zed)

ELEVATE X JOHN BRICK (Prod. SHADXWEVIL)

WHERE THEY ROAM (PROD. ANVTHEMA)

big thanks to Dumbchild for the sick beat 🙏

SINISTER (Prod. DUMBCHILD)

Album: Akoza - GREATEST HITS 94​-​99 (2014)
Support:
AKOZA: https://soundcloud.com/akoza
BAKER: https://soundcloud.com/baker-beatz

BAKER x AKOZA - Take Care Ya Bidnezz

NEW TRACK OFF GRIME FIENDS UPCOMING TAPE

LACED JUNTS VOL. 1

COVER ART BY @FIEND_UD (Twitter)
SC https://soundcloud.com/grimefiends13

PROD BY @lvakoza (Twitter)
SC https://soundcloud.com/akoza


BAKER x AKOZA - Real As It Gets

Ten Toes Down

Tommy Wright III - Danga Zone

DEVILISH TRIO VOL. II

LABYRINTH

SLEEP DEPRIVED FT. ISAIAH DESHON (PROD. CHRIS RAY X CURTIS HERON)

Produced By Chris Surreal x Callari

LYRICS:

(HOOK)
GET MURKED
GET MURKED
PUT EM ON A TSHIRT
GET SERVED
GET SERVED
WHO GONE WANNA GET HURT
BIG SWERVE
BIG SWERVE
PULL OFF IN THAT BIG VERT
GET CURVED
GET CURVED
I DONT WANT YOU EITHER
ALL YOU HOES IS BORING NOW
ALL MY WHIPS IS FOREIGN NOW
PUT ME IN ITS GOING DOWN
FUCK WITH ME IM GOING OUT

BIG SKRRT BIG SKRRT
PUSH OFF IN A FISKER
BIG WORK BIG WORK
TRAP UNTIL MY WRIST HURT
BIG SURF BIG SURF
FLEXING NOW YOUR BITCH HURT
I COME FROM THE PISS DIRT
ALL I KNOW IS GET YOURS
YESSUR YESSUR
BLOCK TOO HOT THEY BURNING OUT
REAL HOTBOY IM FROM THE SOUTH
SHOOT THE CHOPPA AIR IT OUT
BITCH KNOW I AINT PLAYING ROUND
IN TOO DEEP IM GOING OUT
FUCK WITH ME ITS GOING DOWN
NO I DONT WANT NO FRIENDS NOW
ALL I NEEDS MY ENDS NOW

(HOOK)



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Polluted Paradise 4

Dead Friends [Prod. Chris Surreal x Callari]

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