Swagged Out Like Soulja Boy (prod. 27REEVES)

Prod by Opvl Hills (everythingafter)
https://soundcloud.com/and-everything-after

Saved By Jesus 

Not Death
Tutankhamun 
Death Mask
Amun 
The Hidden One

[Lyrics]
Book of the Dead 
the Curse is Dead 
King of the Gods
but not the King of Kings
that’s Jesus Christ
im the Death Mask
don’t know my life 
even when i tell u shit
i need my Billions 
Im the Man 
Like Nagato i choose tha Peace 
but instead im Madara 
got these Pharaohs on my back
all the pain i suffered has 
made me more Divine 
I smoke some dope 
and think of money 
aint no threat 
i go to God
im like Death from Regular Show 
im steppin up tha Armstrong 
coming from the Moon 
like B-Ball im Ballin 
make these songs as an introvert
yuh

x2
yuh im the death mask
yuh im the death mask
yuh im the death mask
yuh im the death mask

Death Mask 151b (Prelude)

ST0MPTHEYARD

@heavensnight0

day after 2morrow
char em
flame at and discard em
hangman shit and draw em
washing grey matter up off me
y’all can pray that ain’t gon solve it
day after 2morrow

garbage pail child
spellbound
out their misery, won’t take em
hell nah, hell’s hot
got em shitting bricks, ain’t check the mailbox
shellshocked
anytime might catch me off the rails I crailslide
tailslide

when I go salem’s lot
bloodied this tee, cost me like three
it’s not yves saint laurent
got meds on me might n.o.d.
feel like I’m dwayne the rock
that levee break I levitate
& be criss angel high
death, decay, & graves 2 plot

got em shook
got em scared stiff
tryna get 2 me
won’t get a foot, not a square inch
try some fishy shit, ain’t off the hook
get caught like bare skin
get caught up in my neck of the woods
I go blair witch

day after 2morrow
char em
flame at and discard em
hangman shit and draw em
washing grey matter up off me
y’all can pray that ain’t gon solve it
day after 2morrow

day after 2morrow (hn)

@heavensnight0

riding w it
shit get Road Wild
bug ridden, pussy mudslinging & get hosed down
chop, chop
add 2 the fire, shit gon go south
last of the dying
this bitch looking like a ghost town

flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
it ain’t windchill
flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
I can’t sit still

I can't sit straight
hysterical when I blackout- not for display
board the windows for we crack down every which way
we go hammerhead & turn this glass house 2 fish tank
here’s your big break

lambs for the slaughter, moment of silence
new camcorder for all this video violence
New Jack- carve at your arteries, I’m the violinist
might do em grimy, nosediving

bitch it’s a man down
dropping shit like ten pounds
highlight where they texting shit and press down
nightlight go fluorescent, leave you stressed out
my files so forensic, don’t get x’d out

riding with it
bitch we Souled Out
catch serpents in grass lurking, they get mowed down
chop, chop
add 2 the fire, shit gonna go south
last of the dying
this bitch look just like a ghost town

flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
it ain’t windchill
flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
I can’t sit still

flies on the windscreen (hn)

it all boils down 2 this
they’re out 2 get me- I’m confident in that, count on it
worn out again
recognize myself, not one bit
reconciling’s out the window, howling
just werewolf skin & skeletons in my closet begging for acknowledgement
snap out if it

my darkest hour

universal monster, the common consensus
widely accepted, I expect it
not depressed
cleansed through audio-engine
surprised I’m not ever
died nine times already
I digress in…

my darkest hour

terror tower, these walls surrounding
same ball & chain that I walk around with
feel lost without it
my downfall, downtrodden
all crows accounted
just taunt the crowd
strike awe- astounding

from the gallows that I swing
come all, corral over in sync
watch my shadow as I sink
not as shallow as you’d think
as I’d hope
fasten the rope
morale low, it’s extinct
when that valve opens, don’t blink

darkest hour (christ)

right in2 the nighttime, out of my right mind
I know all your blind spots, I’m bouta blind side you
tell you white lies
put you in a tight spot
I’m a ticking time bomb, flicking lights on & off again

baby what you thinking? get it off your chest
in the sand we can sink & lay it all 2 rest
here I am
speaking 2 the walls again
here I am
headed deep in2 the dark again

you can get it any way you want it
I don’t mind how you decide or how you feel
I know what 2 do

you can tell me anything you want
or you can hide it
ima find it but I’ll still leave it up 2 you

but you can tell me anything you wanna
you can tell me anything you wanna

I can keep a secret
you can tell me anything
failures & achievements never mattered anyways
call me General Grievous- guide you through the several stages of bittersweet shit
why don’t you come get a taste?
either way, we’ll clean up mess we made
come meet your fate
look deep in the devil’s face
or keep away cuz it’s easier kept this way
no sweet escapes- sink your teeth in this creme brulee

right in2 the nighttime, out of my right mind
I know all your blind spots, I’m bouta blind side you
tell you white lies
put you in a tight spot
I’m a ticking time bomb, flicking lights on & off again

baby what you thinking? get it off your chest
in the sand we can sink & lay it all 2 rest
here I am
speaking 2 the walls again
here I am
headed deep in2 the dark again

but you can tell me anything you wanna
you can tell me anything you wanna

blindside (christ)

It ain’t even music no more (prod.cresncta)

Navigates neon-lit streets filled with paranoia, betrayal, and death. The protagonist moves with calculated aggression, hunting enemies through shadows and glowing alleys. Icy trap beats, fast hi-hats, and haunting pads enhance tension and menace.

darkest hour (christ)

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