This right here is buck as fuk 🔥🔥🔥

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Boom Smack Clack (feat. Lil Godd)

Dark Boy

"Hit Kids Not Juuls"(prod.pranav)

LYRICS:

You know it’s schemaboys to the mothafuckin grave bitch 

Sxmpra stay the same and you know I never take shit 

I don’t talk about it 
I just spit 
And let the bass hit 

You don’t really wanna be the one to have to run up turn and face it 

Pussy mothafucka really wanna be the one to pull up on a brotha wait a minute better stand back 

Imma be the on to get a mothafuck jumpin to the bass let rip so quick who dat 

Do it alone 
Now gimme da bone
Im takin em on 
When I pop off 
Let em fall flat 

Let a man Swang with a baseball bat 
I don’t need that mothafucka who mad?

Comin from the underground ain’t losin the sound 

I’m tryna make my brothers proud you know I’m doin it now 

These other rappers can’t compete they fuckin hate when they down 

I came from nothin now they just can’t keep my name out the mouth 

They don’t really fuck with the ones like us 
And They gon see us as a threat till we overcome 
We tell em boy you outta luck 
Cos the the clock has struck 
And we gon come to take the throne 
Man yo time is up 


They don’t really fuck with the ones like us 
I don’t really fuck with the ones like them 
Put em in a grave bitch eat my dust 
Never gonna get away bitch where’s my pen 

Writing down these lyrics I’m igniting the paper I guess it’s safer to type em I got the gods in my favour 
Cos I’m cowbell warrior 
Boy we ain’t the same 
You ain’t spit the shit like this I guess I drive em insane 
Aye 
Wait a minute mothafucka really wanna buck up with a brotha gotta put em in the gutter with the other mothafucka that tried to test my team I guess i need to let em free 

I’mma be 
What I been
Stay the same 
Until I D.I.E 

I’ll Rest In Peace knowin that I fuckin backed my team

COWBELL WARRIOR! (Prod. SXMPRA)

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Lyrics:
In my mask
Watch me whip and dash
You cannot surpass
It’s the hash
Slanging and I slash
Welcome to the past
To the match
Groupies at the door
Who be at ya show
No one knows
All the things I know
Except you gotta go

Eskimo when I kill the seal
Kyuubi out the field
Every note that I make is real
Murder rob and kill 
Can’t find my tracks
But I’m in the back
Yo bitch on my lap
She cap fo cap
Lyin to yo face so that I can smash her

She dropping her knees faster
She knows that I’m yo captor
If you wanna brawl I’ll knock yo head off like a kappa
Take yo throne to front row
You’ve lost yo mind yo control
The rays gon shower lead
And burn all those who cannot uphold 

Made in the fire with the high tide
Puttin my time in divine, make it tye dye 
Stirring my life in the bank from the pipeline
Getting my sight open to the very thing that broke
Me and my effigy and bones
Got the godhand on my side on my throne
Now I can take it and shape it and break what I’ve hated, not jaded, elated invading ya home 

In my mask
Watch me whip and dash
You cannot surpass
It’s the hash
Slanging and I slash
Welcome to the past
To the match
Groupies at the door
Who be at ya show
No one knows
All the things I know
Except you gotta go

I got my ana and I got my shiv
And I got that damage with only one click
Got my boot with the blade
Know I’m coming with the kick
Gonna knock yo head off
to the floor like bricks
Now I’m off breaking bread with yo one true hoe
And I’m getting that head and I’m getting that row
And I’m getting all that money but I’m keeping my soul
Keep it low like a crow 
Like Lee when I go

iCARUS (Prod. HAARPER) - HAARPER

GOJIRA

HAARPER -  GOJIRA (Prod. HAARPER)

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Lyrics:
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that drone
Gotta clone but they never home
Call you on the phone
You gon know aint no way out
Do not stay out
I done see it all befo you a pussy 
played out

Bring my ana and my blaster
Ima start the raid now
Ima tag ya all ya matter will not matter laid out
It’s the trapper of the season
Ima make it rain now
Talk about a stupid mothafucka with a ruger from the gutter gonna take em to another fuckin plane like OOH

Look another punk
Think you bigger
You a stickler
That’s enough 
Pull the trigger 
Yellow sticker 
On the ground 
Gettin rid of all the litter
Toe taggin all my opposition they cannot get rid of me  

Jump with the pump
Make another fuckin punk get sunk
Break another fuckin chump
Pop pop to a runt
Make em cough
Like I hit em with a blunt 
Cough drop
Take ya soul then I punt

Ima put em in the earth
Jump start the birth
Got my choppa
Gonna put ya in the mothafuckin dirt
Neferpitou in a hearse 
But I seen much worse
People slipping to chaos succumb to the curse I’m the catalyst 

I don’t need a key
Cause I be breaking through the lock
Ima throw another stone right through yo window call a cop
I be stompin choppin up the block the blicky make ya drop
It gets sticky when she get my hicky 
She all on my

I made you the way that you are
Everybody wanna be me but they way too far
Cannot keep up, get yo green up
Got another c cup with her knees up
In yo Prius 
Teacups with chamomile
In my camo in ammo fields
With the banner get banned right here
Ima banish the plan is clear

Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that 
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that 
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that drone 
Gotta tone
Hit ya with that
Hit ya with that

lyrics:

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

Put a cap in his ass
Feel the wrath
I'ma drag to the back of house
Put a stack on X'ing him out
If a man wanna fuck with mine
Laugh at him now
Hit a nigga, put a rag in his mouth
I don't really think of asking twice
Blast and I'm out, what a god damn ass of a clown
Cut a fucker then I dug a ditch
Cuz I never knew another motherfucker
Wanna gut a motherfucker much as Rezzy
I'm in love with this

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

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a cold day in hell (prod. adjacen7)

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Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

HAARPER - NOTHING IS FOREVER

STICK EM UP!

Lyrics:

Okay
Woah woah lets go!
Wait woah woah lets go!
Huh huh wait  lets go!
Lets go lets go lets go!

I’m riding criminal smooth
Now that sublimal moves
Can’t see me but I see you 
We snatch your chain if it’s loose

I’m riding criminal smooth
Now that sublimal moves
Can’t see me but I see you 
We snatch your chain if it’s loose
Okay like!

Finger on the trigger
No I aint afraid to buss
Pistol pack a punch
Rockets heat like launch 
You dont wanna fucking run up on us
You dont wanna fucking run up on us

Finger on the trigger
No I aint afraid to buss
Pistol pack a punch
Rockets heat like launch 
You dont wanna fucking run up on us
You dont wanna fucking run up on UH

Cos’
We don’t play fair bitch
Want smoke lets get it
Pullup on you
No mask when we shoot
Kill 150 goons
In a minute
Ain’t got no limits
Driveby in that civic
Riding round the city
Hunnid digits on the pivot
Yeah this armageddon

Boutta go viral just like I have corona 
Sipping on liqueur until my vision slow motion
Poisoning my liver with that dirty magic potion
Better take precautions when I  pull up on you homie

Boutta go viral just like I have corona 
Sipping on liqueur until my vision slow motion
Poisoning my liver with that dirty magic potion
Better take precautions when I  pull up on you homie


I’m riding criminal smooth
Now that sublimal moves
Can’t see me but I see you 
We Snatch your chain if it’s loose

I’m riding criminal smooth
Now that sublimal moves
Can’t see me but I see you 
We Snatch your chain if it’s loose

Okay like!
Okay like!
O-O-O-Okay like!
Okay like!

Subliminal Criminal

▶️ LYRIC VIDEO

Subliminal Criminal 😎Prod. Hushinsilence😎

MUSIC VIDEO : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OX4srloZ5h8

 @prodplague906
M&M. Lord Gasp

Lyrics :

am i in your way?

i don’t even know you,
i aint got no issue 
bitch i’m here to play

meet me by the grave

far on the road , deep down
by the red stains


break another backbone 
i don’t like your bitch she give me bad dome
ima make you see the world in monochrome
cracking out a body like its styrofoam

metal to the face 
funny how they stare in amazement
i ain’t got no mercy, ain’t no patient
cut a leg, leave a Balenciaga on the pavement 

Shit that’s how it goes , trap a body in the basement
Feeding off the bone , i be drooling like it’s raining
Dropping guts on the floor , oh i think i’m getting wavy
Waiting for you to fall in love with the fallen angel

[Hook repeat]

and i see its all the same
that cause the pain
another tooth that’s sharpened enough to be called a fang
across the vein, i’m sipping the life out
my soul regain its power as your flesh will go black

i bury your corpse in the forest, my old shack is near
lemme hide the axe 
no one find you back
shining from the crack in the tomb i can see the grass at noon
i can see you pass, i knew that you would be gas-looking baby got me gasping

MUSIC VIDEO

Is This Tooth Sharp Enough To Be Called A Fang? [PROD. PLAGUE]

DeathSealReaper (Prod. Xentai)

Dual Blade (Feat. Fukkit) Prod. mathiastyner

Lyrics:
Don’t tell nobody Or else you gon catch this drop kick
Wait grabbing Shotty ain’t no hobbie 
Need to stop it
Yeah smokin green what you mean
I’ need to blow steam
Wait you a fiend you won’t amount to a damn thing

So what
Hittin the whip in a donut
Yeah I’ve been spittin just focus 
lyrics are written unnoticed 
I’ve noticed a novice anonymous the hypothesis is optimistic yeah or it’s simplistic sadistic 
So I suggest you should suck this dick 

Say what the fuck you wanna say
Just get it out of my way
I don’t got no time for games 
I won’t try
Coming through no I’m not phased
I just learn to love my ways
And I swear that to the grave you know I

Swerve on my nerves keep it cursed
Since my birth I’ve been burned 
I’ve been turned I’m concerned you know that I Keep it 
short 
Don’t extort don’t export 
Sit and join flip a coin
Live the life I’ve been thinking that it’s time
Wait in line I’ll cut through
I ain’t waiting for nobody
Feel the vibe feelin fine
Ain’t no time for feeling sorry
So divine let it shine
You could turn into somebody 
I’m a son of a god 
I ain’t rapping for a hobby

Don’t tell nobody Or else you gon catch this drop kick
Wait grabbing Shotty ain’t no hobbie 
Need to stop it
Yeah smokin green what you mean
I’ need to blow steam
Wait you a fiend you won’t amount to a damn thing

Dropkick (Prod. PLOTHO)

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Lyrics:
Just packed 50 fuckin oppies in my Dedd Barchetta
Cut em up and stack em nice, don’t get no blood on the legs
Ain’t tryna talk just want the jaw because the head far great
You tote the 45, spose’ we goin to war time mate

Yo why you testin', here’s a lesson, I go V for Vendetta
That Smith and Wesson go together like two birds of a feather
You try go play round with that pole you spin around it like tether
They flyin both sides, know there ain't no joy and no pleasure

Fuck ya goals guy. motherfuck ya cosign bitch
Grab the bowie knife, stab him 34 times bitch
David Bowie type, Blackstar, throwin scythes bitch
Act like Crona with these hoes, I eat your soul, bye bitch

I'm on the run; tell em Jimmy’s comin with lil Janey
Don’t enrage or piss her off you know that Janey got a motherfuckin' gun
I get fendi-floatin' when I'm mothafuckin' tokin'
Crash a 47 Boeing to the mothafuckin' sun

How I rock, can not talk wit ya bro, 
Hate the pigs and the po', imma chokehold that motherfucker Trump
Throwin rocks, throwin stones at your home
Get too close, imma knock u off ya toes out ya motherfuckin' trunks

Just packed 50 fuckin oppies in my Dedd Barchetta
Cut em up and stack em nice, don’t get no blood on the legs
Ain’t tryna talk just want the jaw because the head far great
You tote the 45, spose’ we goin to war time mate

DeathSealReaper (Prod. Xentai)

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