TESSERACT (PROD. DEADRETIRE)

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FEATURING
KUSHKOSTA
ILLUSIONLUNA
WYNTER
$OLUMDOLOR
SVBROSO

PRODUCED BY NFTR 

817 MADHOUSE RECORDS x FOREVER SACRED

COVER ART BY 404PARKER

LYRICS

- WYNTER -

Bitch i came to drop shit off, all you opps cant talk
all black in whip, say he saw a halo, send his ass to da sky for a dollar mayne
pop em in his collar you aint never a shot caller dang gotta bankroll
withdraws in a spot where ya cant go
been beefin wit me over same hoes
i got cuttas on me better lay low
stay a hunnid degree still i stay cold
all my brothers we me we gone stay gold
hit yo ass in the neck spend some pesos
if you fall out wit me bet i aim for any problem, bitch

- ILLUSIONLUNA -

madhouse the set till the mothafuckin death of me
shoot out his knees now he crawl like a centipede 
i hit it once mane i fucked on the face 
then i passed it to bro and left without trace 
talking that talk pussy boy catch a stray 
hunnid round drum leave em dead on displace
heard act tuff but he run from the fade 
dump out the mag lay em down where he lay 
like cosmo and wanda 
i’m not with the drama 
i lay that boy down 
if he talk bout my prada
i feel like osama
i spot em and bomb em 
got shooters on go
if he not bout them dollars

- $OLUMDOLOR -

young boy livin like he bouta blow 
6 lines in the cup moving hella slow 
9 tucked in the cloak i might let it go 
smoke indo resin all over my fuckin clothes 
who gon step up?
madhouse and sacred taking over 
bitch don’t feel like you got luck 
i ran like 10 cirlcles around you punks 
step on that pussy boy like he some gum 
wait 
speak wit yo chest you lil chump 
i’m gon take everything needed 
and ride round this bitch like i don’t give a fuck
got problems i pop the truck pull out the pump
what

- KUSHKOSTA -

Coming straight outta the underground
Smoking a blunt I can’t be found
Up in the sky just chillin on the clouds
Serving the fiends up in funky town
Murking these pussies
Im smoking on cookies
Yo team full of rookies, I can’t pass this blunt
I need all my money I dont do no fronts
Feeling like bone on the 1st of the month
Madhouse we killing bitch this ain’t no stunt
Got solum with us and we getting so buck
Whole melts in my body got me feeling stuck
I need me a drank someone po’ up some tuss
Got solum with us and we getting so buck
Whole melts in my body got me feeling stuck
I need me a drank someone po’ me a tuss
I need me a drank someone po’ me a tuss

- SVBROSO -

Lookin for lighters, Got like 30 sum
All over my dresser , that’s backwards livun
I grab my tray then roll it up, i light it then I

Take a hit “oh shiiit”
I can’t feel my muthafuckin lungs

I been hidin my problems inside of this blunt
Goin mad n my house  
Smell like skunk
I been lookin for reasons to cope with my mind 
But these things lead me back to them runts
So it’s fuck everything , everyone, anyone that’s got problems
Let’s go & solve umm
Just like 
FE FI FO FUM
That choppa gon make you ass run
YOU DONT WANT NO PROB-LUMS
Dead body get found in tha funk
ITS FOREVA SACRED
madhouse muerte somos some punks
I DONT GIVE NO FUCKS BITCH
Im in hell where Im dwellin , fuck!

817MADHOUSE - HOUSE OF THE SACRED ft. $OLUMDOLOR x SVBROSO (PROD. NFTR)

Tribal Chief

Deadmans Wonderland P Goth Helma

1/5, first of the “AtWarWithMyself” collection by NFTR.
817MADHOUSERECORDS

AtWarWithMyself

Kid Andre & trees - Bugout (feat. drip-133)

Lyrics: 

Worth of none in place would run 
But spaced for fun I grip the gun
And place the blame to brain 
Waste of space and love 
Face to face with shame 
Raise the blade or run 
I’ve been done today 
More like everyday 
Stuck in time 
The pain breaches weakens
Now who am I to say 
I’m a better person 
When I’m f***** mane 
Though ain’t nothing like the rest 
Above wait 

F****** up again they always telling me 
Won’t listen though I’m trying 
Voices louder as I’m crying 
Steady wishing I was dead instead of dying 
Lay awake I couldn’t sleep 
So I’m just staring up above 
And cursing god as long as I live

Running that blade cold peeling off my skin 
Seek a new place loan body to flies lift 
Soul to be split lit flames under eyelids 
Used to this shit spit venom as night hits 

Lurk in the dark no spark need a light
Out of sight with a pipe held right on my side fight demons like guts luck thin as I pry vice drowning my life shift out of this spite bitch 

You would never know if I’m alright quit
Talking stalking walking on my life zip
You up in a bag for lacking lifeless 
Down and out i doubt you’ve been about this 
Shit 

Hoe don’t hit up my phone no more 
Don’t care about you or your friends I swore 
Been seeing these snakes take form 
Late thinking they great fake wretched and warn 

Taking my sound cause I’m next up fed up 
With all the clowns loud thinking they better 
Word underground you see that I step luck 
Never run out stay back or just fester hoe

WorthOfNone

Lyrics: 

Skeleton broke in my body won’t get by
Left in the dirt with the worms under moonlight 
Wishing for better I’ve never been alright 
How could you tell me youll change and then switch in a moment these words like a sharp knife 
Making my blood ripe 
I don’t feel safe in my skin so I cut mine 
Life on the line been a feeling internal see death coming near sight 

Far sight running up money luck falling duck shade thrown 
Fill the blunt 
Light it up 
Done with the days gone 
Way ive been living still fucking things up though
hate me or love me I’m left in the back cold
push me and leave me dejected I get it I’m trying though constant reminded im back down 
Bliss in the violence erupting my head loud 
Just like the blunts coughing smoke see the gray clouds 

Take me away to a place nobody could taint 
Nobody take 
Nobody in place

Further my face on the concrete stays as I cock back gun hoe let it go bang 
My fate been arranged hate still in my veins
Late trapping in play make money I’m paid 
Though broke all the same I wade in my misery waiting to tank fake people around make living un great 
Unjust no pain that you really know mane
I’m bringing the plague hoe get out my way or get flat when I shoot ain’t a stray 
I wanna aim at the face watch you fade as the light slips away 
God been a figment of hell I won’t pray 
Living for self but myself couldn’t pace what im feeling so driving my car in a lake

DaisiesOnMyDeathBed

Takeover (Prod. Trulife)

Bitten

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TESSERACT (PROD. DEADRETIRE)

KID ANDRE