jon t

Good Stuffs 4.0

for the soul

my music

Scriptz

Jon T Bangers

Boom Splat

SCRIPTZ x JON T - SMOKE EM OUT

i ain't into dat

A little experimentation for my soundcloud folks, Ill have this up everywhere soon.

Lyrics

Call me king of the under-underground,
Flippin things aint my purpose when I'm done around
These fuckin givin uppers and their stutter,gutter sound
I dont wanna do this anymore I found,
Another purpose for the curses that Im bound to
Drippin ink on these verses with the sound foo 
Can I best them and burp fire semi auto rounds through 
The fuckin back of a snitch or a clown oo


Draggin heels through the mud
Discipline is on the up
Rockets more than just a dud|
Can I press this on my buds
- want to break free from the chains in the sun  
I dont want a little fun
I dont a brittle gun
i want chrome glock, own stock, fuckin three six and a bone thug
Can I matte up and then black it on out - suicide is on my fuckin mind aint talkin bro hugs
Family is waiting 'hind the scenes but I am own one
Its not my time yet but I know I'm owed one 
By the god who put me here to be more than in  phone-book
I got my own took - not taking drugs to fucking comb through 
The fuckin snowy tunnels that I'm motherfuckin goin through
Yeah
Scriptz

INSTAGRAM

CURSES (PROD. GFLOW MUSIC)

LYRICS

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Okay, I can't deal with nobody who bitch made
Hit 'em with a left-right hook to the ribcage
Ruzzy in the pit, I'm in this bitch, I'm in yo' bitch face
Cut 'em down to size with my blade i be givin big breaks

I know you ain't getting paid shit
Quit talkin' like you made it
Man I really hate this
How everybody fakin
No, I don't want relations
I'ma give 'em lacerations
Oh no, please don't test my patience
Please don't test my patience

Turn you to a pack, choppa make that boy a dancer
When-when I light 'em up I be filled up with all this cancer
Nah, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' question, bitch I'm the answer
I'ma turn you straight to bits, I bring the blitz, I pyromancer
Cut 'em up, push me to the edge
Bitch, I live my life on the fence 
Motherfuckers ain't shit to me, they dead to me, make no amends
Focus on my self instead
Put the needle, in the thread
Ima make you rest in peace but only after you have bled
Yeah (Fire in the hole!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Okay, I can't deal with nobody who bitch made
Hit 'em with a left-right hook to the ribcage
Ruzzy in the pit, I'm in this bitch, I'm in yo' bitch face
Cut 'em down to size with my blade i be givin big breaks

I know you ain't getting paid shit
Quit talkin' like you made it
Man I really hate this
How everybody fakin
No, I don't want relations
I'ma give 'em lacerations
Oh no, please don't test my patience
Please don't test my patience

LACERATIONS !

ALL PLATFORMS

LACERATIONS ! (PROD. SQUALL)

@scriptzrap @495kyo

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8 macs out an 8 track playin black fuckin cadillac 
I got messy scary facts 
And a nessecary hat to block those bullets from thoes hacks 
I can throw some dice for racks I cast the 40 side for flack 
Tech spitting, tech whippin I can see it through the flood
Magic through my finger tips the lightning woke up all the wrath
Now we fuckin wet drippin through the sod
Stuck in the mud, cuz we trippin on these frogs
I cant have enough 

you fuckin with the muthafuckin curse
my mistakes repeating think ill never muthafuckin learn
how the fuck to be the one 
how the fuck to be the man
what’s the fuckin definition of a muthafuckin plan 
never had shit
wanna wanna bad bitch
wanna wanna rad whip 
picking up the pieces of the fabric 
my life so tragic 
looking in the mirror i don’t recognize myself
kyo 40 95 and scriptz gon tell u bout what else

SCRIPTZ x JON T x KYO - I thought death used to be the end

@jupiluxe

prod by me

a lil song for you all I hope you like it

divine threes - jupiluxe x jon t

Ig:
the one and only @missingfactxr
featuring/artwork: @spiiral_
produced by @rulz.on

Factxr:

Lets keep it a buck!
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain’t nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens yeah
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace,
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

they in the need to see doctors
When i am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked it
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Spiiral:

put aside your forgotten means
got no time for lobotomies
i’ve been doing reconnaissance
and there’s nothing inside of me

been unlucky as of lately
feeling so hazy
black cat crazy
yuh, ay

put the foot to the floor
watch out now i’m hitting the dash
don’t hang round me, leave silently
no cos you’ll never last

going too fast, amphetamine
feel it deep down there’s hell in me
reaper watching, too loco
now this is my epitaph

locked deep down in the grave won’t find me
ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
souls exposed to the light, unkindly
in the quicksand, you’ll stay untimely

demise i relight this war
bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
decline i feel like i’m lost
saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh

SPOTiFY

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

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death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlSoulB7d_U&ab_channel=jont

scriptz helped with the artwork thanks to that guy. yeah scriptz 

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places i want to go and why i never will

clouds

BODAH REVY - AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION? 
(produced by Blunt Christ)

LYRICS:

Bitch I got my woes on my side
Biddie, bye on that fuck shit
My hoe already died you and I never function 
My fet breakin heads taking names on that dumb shit
I step to your neck throwing shade when I bust bitch
I bang on your block fifty dollars and a screw loose
Who knew? Make em pick a side baby you choose
Im drugged out playing with the dead like its voodoo
My pack will tell a story show exactly what we use to

Okay! throw my shade
Biddie wanna fuck and talk about stain
I don't give a fuck when I'm out my mind 
But it don't mean shit when the bitch on fade, aahhh
Cut it off top with the razor
Lick it all off with the tongue
Stickin it back I heard you all cap
My body on crack I pack it up numb

Bitch I came up out my city banging fetty like its nothing
My pack raw, got fatal keys 
I piss em off when I bang my shit
My crystal make petty work 
You pissed off cause I made it work
I fucked up and then brought it back
With a .45 and 2 hunnit worth
Big fade I can't feel my body when I bang grey
Turning y'all to fodder when I throw shade
Pistol came with that blocka
Droppin anybody who got it 
Pussy stay up outta my pockets - revy

AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION?

AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION? (prod. Blunt Christ)

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! MUCH MORE MUSIC COMING! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT

SPOTIFY: open.spotify.com/album/3y2JtSoMAUteOuwZNd9gvf

LEECH Prod.RULZ ON

@scriptzrap @scriptzrap @scriptzrap

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Heart piercer with a blade and a figure
Rickenback the bass you can tell right when I enter
I'm a chemical the fiend who's of November
I'm arming up these catapults, marked till you surrender 
Shoot your knees' give me S+ VVS leash
Wrap it around your neck and let those diamonds crucifix bleed
I'm pegging in the stigmata, wrap you in that packing tape
Cant contain it cant afford I'm dexter only eat the wreaths 
Celebrate your canon I'm like Ganon got your b****
F****** on the beach, take her away to kingdom east
Wet katana lay flat cuz I got the tech 9 for his teeth
And now you see him like the sandman on one hunting in this dream

Shoot shoot stain the wall with smoking barrel
Im swaggin head to toe my payment spent on pradapparel 
I throw a sentiment to rappers that I carol
Repeating the flows, meeting the h***, smoking the Oz I don't care-oh
Swanging the blade music sends me sky high getting paid 
I dont think you want bad-side when it's getting late
Under moonlight I might give your blood a Scriptz saliva taste
Half monster creepin in your head, sippin on Alize
Dont you think you want to do it in a jet corvette convertible
Can I wetten these corsets and now we're moving vertical 
I plead some s***, you get upset and now we're thinking outta bowl
Throw you in the trunk, call it dunk - three pointer for her soul

SCRIPTZ x JON T - PALE HORSE

@scriptzrap @scriptzrap @scriptzrap

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kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intravenus DMT in blood stream yeah its obsceneness 
s*** I think I did it too much might land you on the venus 
im in a chemical headed to heady ville dressed for the kill with adidas 
wipe the blood of em and make your coffin heebie jeebies 
fill it with bugs, maggots, snakes and some tragic leeches
suckin your blood im the mud watch afar im jesus 

kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intravenous DMT in blood stream yeah its obsceneness 
s*** I think I did it too much might land you on the venus 
run ay, run to the other-realm 
cemetery feeling vacant might fill it with your brother's ilk
im a cut of silk 
edward scissor hands in this b**** we gon kinda kill
what I mean is torture you

made of cobble, sell it to'em, stack me up, im a wall
you aint gettin through it if my chest says anything at all
I knock em over do em dirty trojan horse after dark
heard a whisper shoot a birdy with a baretta slingshot
bang, blat boom to his head he's aloof
Made him schizophrenic with a placed shot on his roof
It's an epidemic that these f*** boys are in gettin through
hang em dry on a crucifix that I made for who and who?

draggin heels on the m*********** runway
plane aint takin off its another bloody sunday
run ay, run to the other-realm 
cemetery feeling vacant might fill it with your brother's ilk
im a cut of silk 
edward scissor hands in this b**** we gon kinda kill
what I mean is torture you

kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intravenous DMT in blood stream yeah its obsceneness 
s*** I think I did it too much might land you on the- 
kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intra-
kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intra-

SCRIPTZ x JON T - THERE IS ETERNITY BENEATH PARADISE

Nothing changed. 
Featuring (in order):
@__yaffe__
@orgetplus
@nickgismyname

Produced by none other than the goat @rulz.on
Artwork by goat @spiiral_

Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/track/06Rq5NXbgzjAO7UlGV0OF2?si=iK5YrFXMTUiPj21Ait1SpA&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A25BQBxCOX87df1eleFbPgg

AINT A DAMN THING CHANGED! feat. Yaffe, Orgetplus & NickG (PROD. BY RULZ ON)

If we got beef then I probably started it ‼️ #187 #HauntedHouse #Salivagrey #99zed #g59 #westcoast

Deja Vu w Saliva Grey,99zed, & Chipbagov

NEW EP “SOULSTALKER” BY MALAKAI OF DARKREALM PRODUCED BY @BXGDVN FOR DARK REALM ENT.

TRACKLISTING:

1. LOADING THE COFFINS
2. WHERE WE DWELLIN
3. EVIL MYSTIC (OUTRO)

SCRATCHES BY MALAKAI

#devilshyt #phonk #devilishphonk #memphisrap #texasrap

MALAKAI X BXGDVN - SOULSTALKER EP (FULL)

https://soundcloud.com/multivisionn
https://soundcloud.com/multivisionn
https://soundcloud.com/multivisionn

PACKIN STEEL (Prod. MULTIVISION HD)

You'll Feel Better... I Promise

@jontbeats
amv: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1y8Duc-qvM

I fuck a bitch that I don't know
I keep my problems on the low
I cannot stop my mind to speak
I hit a lick i am a freak
Fuck a bitch hit a bump
Keep that shotgun in the trunk
Ponder if ill ever float
Keep my problems on the low
I got pain in my body
i might start shit with a shotty
I don't fuck with anybody
Bitch I'm fucked
I can't stand
I think I hurt myself
I think I'm goin bad
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Goddamn I think I'm cursed
I think I'm burned
Watch my life adjourn
In your face i see concern
Sick of all these bitches acting like they want to know me
When it comes down to the fucking fact that you should fucking blow me
I don't need to hear your thoughts unless they meant to fuckin grow me
If you popped a glock then fuckin' show me

Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth

I don't mind I wanna die
Lookin' at the 45
Hollow point bullets in my soul, satisfied
No goodbye
With the clock by my side
Call me blind
Put me in formaldehyde
'Till I'm gone in the sky, ay

Everytime I fucking choke
Hanging from the fuckin rope
Lookin at the ceiling
With no reason cuz I cannot cope
Shoot me up with antidotes
Feel it movin' in my throat
Fuck a suicide, I'll just float, let it go

Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt

Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth
Man, what's it worth
Dead in the dirt
Find me on the crucifix
Smokin' on the earth

DEAD IN THE DIRT w/ JON T

you guys said keep cookin

Ive got blood on my shirt, ive got blood on my wrists, I've got blood in my dish,ive got blood in the nicks 
I am death, 4th horseman from the curse, I'm coming out of the sky floating on a black hearse 
its terminal, incurvable, straight line to the end for cert-ain, you're not on the mend im certain your honor's closing curt-ains
SMOKIN LIKE A WRAITH FROM THE MOTHERFUCKIN BASEMENT
You ask me where im from, that question I evade it
I made it, that's all ya need to know, I'm makin payment
I do it for the love of it but 1000s for these tastebuds

INDEPENDENT
IM DEPENDENT
ON FUCKIN DRUGS, VISION VVS PENDENTS 
ITS DEPENDIN, ON HOW YOU PROACH'in ME
IM SMOKIN ROACH BY ROACH, NOT ENDIN ON THE BROKEn KEYS
DONT WANT A HOE LEASE
OR A CHOKin PIECE ->
I WANT THAT CHROME PIece so I can piece together some ov dis home peace ->
Home invader got his head in a choke hold please dont take a breath
Im feeling better  dont need another reason to bring death
But im the best, at killin the villains and bein the villain im chillin for realin,, now I get paid to pop different pillins and do my own thingin just killin some time 
Smokin on vines, stankin like piss, something like ivy kissin me some bliss, yeah I own bizz, if you ask me my projected worth is like 10 millions is what it is
Wait I'm compatible gory and damnable, retina's flammable, blatantly animal 
eating the flesh from a platter yo, cannibal - you can call me the sinbaddy the Hannibal

please don't take a breath (prod. Fantom XXX)

Made with my brother @gotnotime @gotnotime!!

STATIC SYNDROM AVAILABLE ON ALL PLATFORMS 👇
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cover by @djskank666 ❤️

DBLCUP w/ GOTNOTIME (STATIC SYNDROM TAPE)

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Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool
Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool
43 reasons whip yo head with this toolie brah'
42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola'

6666 I'm countin' 24-hunnid
For a sorta hooptie tune it up and make it more haunted
Black pearl paint, grim reaper scribed on door honey 
Rottin' in my basement till the room is lookin more sunny

That's forever bitch, you think you'll see the weather bitch
Not a chance in this hell you can even ask that heather bitch, but
She's a corpse and I don't know what is for
Cut it up, hydrochloric acid spilled all over floor
Yeah scriptz

Etchin' in the skull
Twistin' at the face
Stomach fuckin punctured with a beautiful blade
I'm runnin' out of patience, I'm itchin' for that pain
let my victims never go, they're all lined up in the same
Limb by limb in a bucket that I dumped in the sea

I write a message on the corpse, blood letters with the aim
Scriptz was what I wrote, never forget on my name
Raking enemies for vacancies in hell that they're destined

Pierce the veil now I'm peaking through
(Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool)
Raise to hail all this djinni brood
(Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool)
Build a wall, waking them all, we're beyond your tools
(43 reason whip you head with this toolie brah')
Pullin strings, is their ting, but I channel through
(42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola')

BLACK PEARL PAINT

lyrics:

What if I made u a promise
To always be faithful and always be honest
Would u have matched me and would u have meant it
I know when u lying girl dont even try it
I take agreement from out of that silence
I hope that know just how serious im about it
If I should die here im haunting the grounds
And If I should die here and taking you off it

What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed and I never came back
What I came home at 12 for u thought I would be and u sitting on his lap
Maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home just try picturing that
Im getting under his bark and im counting the rings and im eating the fat

Hold up im stepping it back im playing it back now im taking it back nah fuck it
Im tryna see how he works im gonna take him apart and try putting him back
How could u fuck up this home we were lively and warm now u dead in a sack
Fuck it Im burying u by the bridge so u bounce off the boats and fill up with rats

What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed and I never came back
What I came home at 12 for u thought I would be and u sitting on his lap
Maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home just try picturing that
Im getting under his bark and im counting the rings and im eating the fat

Ive grown tired
My hands rest wired
Tied up
Ive nothing
To regret I love it
So much
Four walls holding
My soul I almost
Threw up
This moment
My rage ceast growing
So much

What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed and I never came back
What I came home at 12 for u thought I would be and u sitting on his lap
Maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home just try picturing that
Im getting under his bark and im counting the rings and im eating the fat



what if (sorrowbringer)

DJINN, CHAIN-SWANGIN I AM HIM
LOOKING LIKE A MOTHERFUCKA WHO IS STUCK IN PORCELINE
YO, GOT PALE SKIN, GENIE ABHORS A FUCKIN WHORE OR A FUCKBOI IN THE BENZ
WE GOT SUPRAS, SILVIA IMPORTED BODY KIT, GOT CARBON RIMS 
SUSpended TUNERS WITH THE MATTE BLACK STEEL ON THE TIPS
WRAITH ACTUALLY DRIVES THIS THING YOU THINK I fucking give A SHIT? 
WHEN IM GOING THIS FAST,DONT WANNA 'vive ANOTHER flip
I WANNA TAKE MYSELF OUT OF THIS ONE NOW I THINK Ill vein a slit
OR A BITCH - I DONT FUCKIN CARE IM WRITING DOWN MY BLISS
MAKE A LIST, HIT MAN ON THE MOTHERFUCKIN BRISK
SIPPIN ICED TEA IN YO HOOD TILL I DIE IN MY OWN PISS 
I DONT THINK YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME BOY, BEEN SCRAPING MY OWN SHINS 
DJINN, CHAIN-SWANGIN I AM HIM
LOOKING LIKE A MOTHERFUCKA WHO IS STUCK IN PORCELINE
YO YO, GOT PALE SKIN, GENIE ABHORS A FUCKIN WHORE OR A FUCKBOI IN THE BENZ
WE GOT SUPRAS, SILVIA IMPORTED BODY KIT, GOT CARBON RIMS 
I'm writing with my blood, a pact with my upper-soul
A demon in my third eye coming through like honest gold
Im not that old yet, but you know what I am writing on this wall
S C R I P T Z was here and he's hunting on his own...

A LECTURE IN THE OCCULT (PROD. RULZ)

You think ide leave the soundcloud fam hangin'? Here's another new one, working on getting these on all plats. Lemme know what your faves are lately

I'll tell a tale, worse than the brothers grim
reaper on my tail he can tell that I am seeding djinn 
On these bitches and these hoes, fanboys and the saddened hims
Im tiltin up to godly doves but they spittin ungodly hymns
Horses spittin webs
Bitches splittin lips
Im a motherfuckin kick
Jet-li on yo asses, whole crew lookin thin
slice and dice em one by one from a background dimension
Im on mission endjinne, rx7 with the candy rims 
Feeling like berating tools
I got like eighty tools 
dont wave the payment fool
Break yo legs you complacent soon to be dead from my hand of aces rule
Im on the massacre cant see the caskets, uh, cant see the caskets oo 
My mouth is runnin drool - cannibal red from all the nudes 
Sent to my inbox im chemical in-lock, my head is so fucked up this cortisal gets buck 
know Im a debter undoubtable get fucked, I need that money on my desk in the morning so get strutt-this shit aint a set-up, yo its a sect cult 
You running from all of us but you'll come right back to networth
KILLUMINATI ON FERRARIS, GOT THE SUPRA BODY KIT, TECH 9 LOADED YOU CAN CALL ME KINEVIL KINMAN WITHOUT THE KIN 
SOLO CHILD HE's A MASSOCHIST, FUCKING ANTI-CHREST - GOT IT ON HIS CREST, SWANGING FROM HIS CHEST, DEVIL'S LET

TALEZ (PROD. BLACKFERZ)

Despera

@decayinganyways @tnvr555

// decayinganyways
i know that it’s feeling like you never had a clue
i don’t know what your girlfriends been telling you
you heard a rumor and now you’re thinking that it’s all true
i could tell the whole truth
the whole truth :)

feeling like a martyr
she’s a fire starter
i don’t wanna bother
can’t hold on any longer
i’m just cannon fodder
truth is getting farther
baby trust in me cuz you're chipping down my armor

everything’s a lie, why tf we wasting time
if you open up your mind
then you’ll hear the truth tonight
you said you're sick of all the lies 
but you tell them all the time
and you know I never said, oh any lies to you
everything’s a lie, tell me why we wasting time
rumor caught you by surprise
-so
all I see is you
telling lies
and falling for them too ohh

// i'm geist
everything’s a lie
but i still got hypnotized
so i guess was the fool
to keep on trying
say i’ve got too much pride
but it’s keeping me alive
yet for a sec
you had me dying

and i heard a rumor
you were picture perfect
body like a goddess
as honest as it could get
i thought i knew you
but not even the surface
stab me where it’s hurting
made me feel so worthless

i don’t trust
no more
words spread like fever
but i just can’t
ignore
your eyes like glitter

spotify

919 - rumor w/ i'm geist & decayinganyways [tnvr]

ODNOGO ULTRAFUNK (slowed)

@scriptzrap @scriptzrap @scriptzrap

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SCRIPTZ X JON T - SMOKE EM OUT

Love is letting go

Buy on Itunes

PTSD

Mockingbird

INSTAGRAM - @LANDSPEED3000

PRODUCED BY LANDSPEED

MASTERED BY JUSTIN OMOI

MELATONIN!

melatonin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XzY2ij_vL4

Ransom

@biv


lyrics


what in the world has it happened to this 
and i feel like it’s stupid i’m pissing out shit 
from the bag the xanax i’m popping you bitch 
like who in the fuck are you speaking it with 
all those people you have in your circle 
not with the action you talking bout hurdles 
i’ve over come almost everything 
and hearing bout bitches and diamond rings

im bout to bust and aim at shit
bullets through almost everything 
y’all don’t look at subtle things 
only what everyone can bring 

i will go aim at every entrance 
popping with smoke like a bad intention 
all of you rappers are just infections 
learn your lesson four fake depression 
idiot stay out my fucking mentions 
you wanted this now you fucking get it 
selling your soul for a golden pendant 
bitch i’ll send it bitch i’ll send it 

YOU RUNNING WHAT GOT NO PULSE RUNNING FLAT 
ALL OF THEM SINGING THE WORDS IM IN FACT 
DYING IN CIRCLES I CUT ALL OF THAT 
WRIST WHAT I DRAG I  NO FUCKING LACK 


THE WORLD SPINNING SLOWER AS I FUCKING CHOKE 
I HOPE TO GOD THAT THE DEVIL GRABBED MY ROPE 
KICKING AND FLAILING IM SEEING MY ENDING ITS OVER AND OVER THE WALLS STARTED BENDING 
IM OPEN TO STARTING AGAIN BUT THERES NOTHING 
THE WORLD BECOMES DUST UNDERNEATH MY DEPRESSION 
HEARTS BEATING SLOWER AS I STARTED FENDING ALL FOR MYSELF WHAT GENIUS LESSON

@biv

Top class, any bitch with a flat ass,
Have this man feignin for the cat,
Pussy make this fucka runnin back,
Seems a fucka been cummin fast,
Pain misery, you feel that?
You expecting me to feel bad?
Below the belt, finna hit that,
Self respect get tossed back,
Don't be comin when she fall back,
Now's the time for the relapse,
Get out of pocket, get your jaw cracked,
Need a broad like a hole in the cap,
Thought maybe you would like that,
Ya body count been false facts,
Your life bluer than my ballsack,

If I take it back, attach, she throw it back,
Now that's a fact, to pass ya act, there's no attatch, and further more we notice that, you think you slick, you hold my jack, you hold my pack, my nuts in fact, I busted in and out just like the trap,
I got my smile like mask,

Fuckas gone get it poppin,
Dick swingin man, that shit knockin,
6 inches got ya bitch rockin,
Fuck the profit, I don't share pockets,
Call it what you want it, call it like I got it,
I see talk, but the walk is silent,
The walk is silent

Say what you need,
I'm just speaking peace,
Supreme class, 
I claim fuckery

Can't trust ya face, you place ya case, and blame the way you think, and what the people say, you dug ya grave, and can't escape, ya fold ya ways, don't come around, this ain't ya place, you waste of space, a mothafucka wanna play these games,

Take that bitch on a getaway,
Bitches pussy like a giveaway,
Brother man, do the runnin man,
Spend a 100 bands, if the bitch will stay,
We ain't never gonna be the same,
Another level like we Escalade, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh

You finna ghost that's fine now, yuh 
Had my brothers since 09, yuh
Never been trippin when it's go time, yuh
Only time you score, when it's foul line, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh

I HATE MYSELF MORE THAN YOU (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. BIV]

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Scorpio Prodz

Lyrics:
I just spent the day chillin wit my homies smokin
Fill my longues up till they green I never say im chokin
Merkin plenty chemicals enducin pyschosis
Water on her pussy split that shit like I be moses

30 calibur inside the rifle make em pose, shit
Pullin up to fire no one got a shot they gone miss
Taking real drugs, real green smell like cat piss
Bold of you to think, that Im gonna fuckin pass this

Murda on the beat, feds put my lines with the evidence
These underground losers claim they hard, but they aint shit
Woah
Fuck yo bitch on a boat
And this beef gettin old
Wrap that shit up wit the dope

Cus Im dope
Rob yo bitch for her burberry coat
Everytime you cause a scene
Swear I never fuckin know

Cus you scared of me
Weighed on me
Talk that shit you not my homie
Metal to his cranium
Not his heart boy he not that tony

Sellin bags out 98 intrepid
Everybody wanna talk but nobody gone wanna step it
If you come at me irrational you best fuckin correct it
I got issues witta attitude
None yo feelings een matter dude

I just put the lettuce next to medicine
Im makin soup
Thc and ecstasy help OCD anxiety
Maker her heel over and suck my dick just at the sight of me
I got that punk ass attitude that make you wanna fight with me




I done seen the blood run so deep that the shit look like it purple
Yall thought I was on some stupid shit like immitating urcle
Got a carcas gettin shot up bouncin like he hittin hurdles
Yall be scared when homies pass out I be scared when I cant hurt em

Thats that deeper shit
Pussy
Thats some thinking shit
Rookie
fuckin hoes who never shave
Put a strap on that 
wookie
Got that good smoke
Cookie
Used to always play
Hookie
Now the cops all after us
Cus it pays em when they 
Book em

UH

They divide mine
Cook em up like fine dine
Lobster on the menu
Cus its red when its wine time

Murder like its normal fine
Skrt the case like double time
No face no case
Why I hide mine

Fuck up something
Poppin something
Losin vision
Pukin nothin
Sober fuckin
Tender touchin
Painful lovin
Missin somethin

ay

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