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EVERY COLLAB I HAVE WITH KrXno

LYRICS:

I GRAB MY OPS AND PUT THEM IN A BAG (BAG)
7 THOUSAND DOLLARS IN MY RACKS (RACKS)
SHE DIDNT SEE THE CHAIN ON MY NECK (MONEY)
20 THOUSAND DOLLARS ON MY NECK (ON MY NECK)
IM SM SORRY TO TELL YA (IM SORRY TO TELL YA))
IM SORRY TO TELL YA (IM SO SORRY)
YOUVE BEEN REPLACED X2
IM SO SORRY TO TELL U LIL BRO BUT U HAVE BEEN REPLACED
WE GOT ANOTHER EMPLOYEE HERE TO TAKE UR PLACE 
IM SORRY LIL ONE U LOST THE RACE
NOW GET YO SORRY AHH HOME ON DA GNG
YOU'VE BEEN REPLACED GNG NAH.
REPLACED.
REPLACED.

REPLACED (FT. KrXno)

LYRICS:

Yeah…
I don’t say much, I just pull up.
That switch sound? That’s the last thing they hear.
Let’s talk about it…

[Verse 1]
Mask on, black hoodie, creepin’ with the blick,
Extended clip, and it flip like a glitch.
Thirty rounds in a second, I don’t gotta aim,
Hit the switch on the Glock, now I’m playin' no games.
Slide through the block like a ghost in the mist,
Opps outside? Then they goin’ on a list.
I ain’t with the talk, I don’t tweet, I don’t text,
I just circle back twice, put a dot on they chest.
Movin’ low, engine off, I don't flash when I ride,
Catch a opp lackin’ broad day, no pride.
Whole crowd freeze when the muzzle get lit,
They know what it mean when I play with the switch.

[Chorus]
Hit the opps with the switch, no pause, no cap,
Thirty pop quick, make 'em all fall back.
They was loud, now they layin’ in the grass,
You talk tough? I just pull up fast.
Hit the opps with the switch, no games, no glitch,
When it go off, whole scene get flipped.
Ain’t no warnin’, I don’t send no text,
I just pull that switch and let karma flex.

[KrXno's part]

Scope in the rearview, checkin’ my six,
Can't trust no soul, everybody might switch.
I don’t do fair fights, I don’t play clean,
I bring the pressure like a nightmare scene.
Hop out solo, dressed all black,
One arm steady, other hand on the strap.
Laser on the target, heartbeat calm,
Hit the switch, let it rip like a car alarm.
They duck when they see me, they know what I do,
Street cold, but my aim stay true.
I ain’t here to warn, I’m here to erase,
And that flash from the muzzle the last thing they face.
Hit the opps with the switch, no chill, just smoke,
Let it bang in the dark, make the whole street choke.
Ain’t no feelings, just mission and math,
You cross that line? Then you deal with the wrath.
Hit the opps with the switch, it’s a wrap, no lie,
Every shot like a verse — I just let truth fly.
They thought it was rap ‘til they heard that pitch, now they gone with the switch.


I tried peace…
But peace ain’t feedin' the block.
So I leveled up with the pressure.
And the switch? That’s the exclamation mark.

[Chorus]
Hit the opps with the switch, no pause, no cap,
Thirty pop quick, make 'em all fall back.
They was loud, now they layin’ in the grass,
You talk tough? I just pull up fast.
Hit the opps with the switch, no games, no glitch,
When it go off, whole scene get flipped.
Ain’t no warnin’, I don’t send no text,
I just pull that switch and let karma flex.

smooth and rough [FT. HESI]

LYRICS: Creepin’ at night, no sound in the ride, (ride)
Scope on the top, red dot on his side. (side)
Catchin’ 'em lackin’, he ain’t tryna hide, (nah)
Pull up and empty, then watch 'em divide. (brrt)

No hesitation, I live what I spit, (facts)
Don’t need a crew, I just slide with a kit. (kit)
Thirty-round burst, got him doin’ a flip,
All opposition get hit when I trip.
Boots on the ground, no lights when I step, (step)
Aim on his dome like a barcode check. (check)
Heard he was talkin’—well, now he regret,
Turned to a target, got caught in the net.

Clipped every side, now I circle again,
Can't play foul if you don't get a win.
This ain't no threat, this a hunt with a grin,
I see your whole team — let the purge begin.
Triplet step, we don't miss, we click,
Switch on the Glock make the opps go stiff.
Every location, we purge that quick,
Clean sweep time — every opp get clipped.

Triplet move, triplet aim, no glitch,
Hundred-round drum, make 'em fold like chips.
Whole squad tough 'til they run from the pitch,
Now they all ghosts — that’s a clean sweep hit.

[Verse 2]

Chest plate crack, now he can't breathe right,
Tried to run off, but the beam stay tight.
Skrrt in the whip, all black, no lights,
Slide through your city like a thief at night.

Whole lotta smoke, no need for the fire,
They talk online, but they freeze when it’s dire.
I don’t need hype — I got aim and desire,
Dropped all opps, now the streets gettin’ quieter.
Check off names like a job I enjoy,
Grown man tears, now he beggin’ like a boy.
This ain’t a game — I destroy, not annoy,
Your block get flipped like a cheap decoy.

No reset, no heart, no shame,
All of y’all folded when I hopped in the lane.
I kill opposition like it’s part of my name,
Triplet walk — bring death, not fame

quiet streets [FT. CHRISBANDS, HESI]

where my dad at?

LYRICS:

Scope in the rearview, checkin’ my six,
Can't trust no soul, everybody might switch.
I don’t do fair fights, I don’t play clean,
I bring the pressure like a nightmare scene.
Hop out solo, dressed all black,
One arm steady, other hand on the strap.
Laser on the target, heartbeat calm,
Hit the switch, let it rip like a car alarm.
They duck when they see me, they know what I do,
Street cold, but my aim stay true.
I ain’t here to warn, I’m here to erase,
And that flash from the muzzle the last thing they face.
Hit the opps with the switch, no chill, just smoke,
Let it bang in the dark, make the whole street choke.
Ain’t no feelings, just mission and math,
You cross that line? Then you deal with the wrath.
Hit the opps with the switch, it’s a wrap, no lie,
Every shot like a verse — I just let truth fly.
They thought it was rap ‘til they heard that pitch, now they gone with the switch.

[[CHORUS]]
You hit my line like it’s love again
Same old words, same game, pretend
Midnight call with that “I miss you”
But girl, I know it ain’t official
You come around when your sky turns gray
Just to leave when the sun finds its way
I ain’t blind, I just played along
But now I see it — I was never wrong

I ain't playin' when it come to mine (nah)
Talk slick, now he runnin' outta time (tick)
See the opps, we don’t let it slide
Pressure on ‘em, yeah, we multiply
We foldin’ ‘em up — no talkin’, just action
Pull up on the scene, it's full-on subtraction
They movin’ funny, we movin’ with passion
Foldin' the opps like it’s nothin’ but fashion
I don't do drama, I do decisions
Movin’ in stealth, got tunnel vision
They try to flex, but we know it’s rented
I got receipts, yeah, I really meant it
Hop out the whip, drip like confetti
Came from the bottom, now pockets heavy
Heard they was talkin’, now they regret it
Foldin' ‘em quick, like shirts, no credi
Don’t need a reason, I’m built for this
Countin' my wins while they throwin’ fits
Ten toes down, never fold, never flinch
Turn up the heat — now they feelin’ the pinch
I ain't playin' when it come to mine (nah)
Talk slick, now he runnin' outta time (tick)
See the opps, we don’t let it slide
Pressure on ‘em, yeah, we multiply

[[CHORUS]]
You hit my line like it’s love again
Same old words, same game, pretend
Midnight call with that “I miss you”
But girl, I know it ain’t official
You come around when your sky turns gray
Just to leave when the sun finds its way
I ain’t blind, I just played along
But now I see it — I was never wrong

BACK4NOTHING

Clock hands tap Morse code, a slow jam with no chorus
Still I orbit thoughts, torch lit, mind porous
Time warps like vinyl loops in warped crates
Replay mistakes, fate’s baked in warped plates
Caught in a vortex, wore specs to see clearer
But the past got mass, objects appear nearer
Minute hands pickpocket plans, vanish hours
The tick a sick trick, power drips like sad flowers
Laced in a hoodie stitched with star maps and scars
He barters bars for Mars rocks and memoirs
Iron mask melt slow in the forge of regret
Still he etches each breath like a forged cassette
Memory palace with halls full of static
Dust on the mantle, smell of spellcraft and panic
A manic mechanic, rebuildin’ moments in rhyme
Like Doc Brown with a crown, tryna freeze time

(SSWIFTDVBZ)
Villain spit stillness, kill switch syntax
Mapped minds like a thief that gift-wraps syntax
Pages fold inward, verses like wormholes
Slip a simile in soup, serve it in burnt bowls
He looped days like tape spliced by monks
Where the monks wear Timbs and quote Sun Ra in chunks
Lurks where the hours dissolve, dusk-colored
Voice like a jazz loop dunked in moth butter
Clock face cracked — he laugh, “it adds flavor”
Scribble sonnets in the dark, mask on like a savior
Each line a fossil, encased in beat sediment
He meditate on loss with a villain’s etiquette
Ain’t no rush — time bends to the pen stroke
He write rhymes that age slow like trench coats

(KrXno)
Even silence got rhythm when the villain walk
Footsteps sync with the ticking of a hidden clock
He ain't preach, but the sermon got a snare hit
Dropped gems in the soup — peasants never dare sip
He hop trains of thought, boxcars full of riddles
Syntax tight, looped twice like moon middles
Forked tongue speak codes to a beat’s soul
Wrote bars in a cave with a spoon and a cheat scroll
Talk cryptic, glyph-laced linguistics
Smoke curls from the pen — that’s physics
Tea cold, but the soul steam eternal
Plot from the margins like a cloak-wrapped journal
Villain in the trench, lens cracked, mind frayed
Still scripts blueprints on beats that time made

INK & ETHER (FT. SSWIFTDVBZ)

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