MOBBS RADICAL- WHACK(PROD. ³³MARROW)

FRENZY

Kuma the Third - FRENZY

Prod. YCK

Could give a shit about the fame yuh
Talking talk but you afraid yuh
Empty handed bloody knuckles
Pop the trunk and watching legs buckle
Give a damn about the cash yuh
Stackin oxy on the dash yuh
Only tremble knees are shaking
Seize the day then I freeze the payment

Two steps and you’re dead my drink no carding
A bitch got upset by the way I so started
Data’s encrypted the bait and the switch
Till this day I’m addicted I get that itch
We’re the scourges of Earth was affirmed that my birth
Was an error I’ve been ducking nother one I’ve gotta curve
Torching the forms no copy in print
Then it’s scorch reform ask God if he exist
I’m a skeptic cause how could any world this cruel
Rotate when it’s run by fucking crooks and ghouls
Shows are full of capping and performative activists
Tear gassing and shielded now the corpses inanimate
Internet white knights like Lancelot
They say I’m slept on like I’ve been camouflaged 
Wraith and a pagan I’m oh forsaken
The spot that I’ve claimed bitch it ain’t for taking

Could give a shit about the fame yuh
Talking talk but you afraid yuh
Empty handed bloody knuckles
Pop the trunk and watching legs buckle
Give a damn about the cash yuh
Stackin oxy on the dash yuh
Only tremble knees are shaking
Seize the day then I freeze the payment

Acolytes you don’t receive my respect
The devil in me that I serve to protect
He who had spoken when I needed helping
Exchanging mortality traded for wealth and
Spent every penny was made to damnation
I must give in can’t resist the temptation
Want absolution but I can’t provide that
You beg for forgiveness but I don’t decide that
Pathogenic terrorism profits
Epidemic pessimism topping
Maybe it’s the arrogance but I’m so shameless
Bullet to the heart got me under surveillance
Tyranny’s reign pyramid games
He is in strain I can’t fuck with these lames
Fuck oligopolies efforts abolishing
They say they’re different but they look the same

Could give a shit about the fame yuh
Talking talk but you afraid yuh
Empty handed bloody knuckles
Pop the trunk and watching legs buckle
Give a damn about the cash yuh
Stackin oxy on the dash yuh
Only tremble knees are shaking
Seize the day then I freeze the payment

Heretic

Bloody Knuckles

WE BACK AND WE TAKING HEADS SON


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FACELESS 1-7 SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4G8px...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCeGK...

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/faceless1-7

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/faceless1_7/


PROMPTO SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/55l8X...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/c/Promptomusic

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/promptomusic

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/promptomusic/

ARYEL SOCIALS

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQnx...

Soundcloud - 
https://soundcloud.com/prodaryel

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/aryelthemer...


_____________________ LYRICS __________________


FACELESS 1-7 ///


*damn turn that beat up* 


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


fucked yo bitch she callin out she said she want it deep


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


I dont give a fuck about your energy


torment is infinite
I wish that I was aborted
my ma could afford it


light up with the syndicate 
then get my b she contorted
her feet into orbit
      
i'll fuck on the internet
gone get your girl to record it
my nut on her forehead


im sad but she into it 
you all the same lika a synonym
huh
yuh


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me
I gone bring the ruckus got my focus on the fee
seeing out the black we staying strapped up to the teeth
if you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street


buried underneath 6ft concrete
old mate with the ski like c'est la vie
that girls pussy taste like made lychee
i'ma get my breath wet sweet like tea
my seed
compressed between them cheeks
thats g
got them buns for fun
she like a cream pastry
an I ain't done till sun
done did a 360
said i ain't run from nun
yea i ain't run from




rip that clip
with a fucked up face
ima take that ace
triple drop all day
light split my vein
till it fit my brain
tip n slice low fate
so I slide so fake
like
get no weight
don't get in my way
I been cutting my demons
till breathing my hate


upping my eden deleting the pain
but pain is my purpose deserve it
it fate




PROMPTO ///


Racks on racks I get provisions Kodak black got tunnel vision 7 sixes Ben Simmons rookie shit no definition amateur you beg to listen open ears with no intentions shed your tears you act like children


Better back off get the fuck out my way
Grab a chainsaw cut em out of they place
No face no case I’m asserting my fate
Here’s your meal I’ve been serving up plates
No ripndip talk yo shit so quick I’m sick of it
Butter them lips so slick like gibberish look at my racks like dividends make you say da-da-dadada-damn


How does it feel knowing she is a fan
Making it clap like god damn
Bought a new jacket it came from Japan
Think that I made it I only began
I made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences My vision is impairing I’m transparent with my privilege

Rack That Shit

Rack That Shit ft. Prompto (prod. Aryel)

Captain Price prod. FALLEN

Prod. Roosevelt 

Lyrics:

You make me nauseous subconsciously 
Toxic oddity probably 
philosophically bother me
Kill em all  When they stop the beat
Like the fall of hierapolise
time to face the dichotomy
Of your putrid anatomy 
please don't even be mad at me 

Fuck it I'm twisted so offensive
Watch my rims spin from the prison
Mind your business pussy bitches
Or I'll put my dick in your britches
Never fuck with lame ass snitches 
Cut em up they left in stitches
End them oes with the quickness
Bodies turning up in ditches 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

I’m the type to sell money, still flip a profit
Said I’d do it and I did it, I must be a prophet
Ghost out the tomb, levitate from coffins
Rose from the dirt and I started walkin’
What I’m cookin’ in the booth, deadly concoctions
Shut ya mouth, listen up when when the king is talkin’
Or I might reverse pickpocket a live grenade onto you
Said you’d blow up, now let’s watch it 

You the type, can’t do it, you just knock it
Pull out a pistol, forget how to cock it
Brief hesitation then I get to choppin’
Scythe cut you up like katana through margarine
I can’t believe it’s not butter
You don’t know about Shade, go and ask your mother
Sure you got the gist when she bit her lip, eyelashes fluttered
Monster under your bed while hide under covers 

Ain’t even human, I’m just undercover
Skeleton, flesh suit
Witch in the booth
Barricade, I charge on through
Mr. X from RE2
Got infinite styles, all better than you
Every time I step in the booth
My demons are wooed 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

Bitch I came back with my  blade
I lost myself again
When I got up every night I tried to not forget
Took a while for me to take a breath and burn the flames
Calmed the chaos in my mind I'm ready to start the tape, bitch
When they wanna me go back
I make attack, go breaking bad  
Bake a new track for you my fans
I'm spending so much when in my lab
Waste your life every time you lay and hate another man
Every minute of your life you're getting closer to the hell 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone


Skorn, Shade Apollo, $witchblade - deadZone

OFFICIAL VIDEO OUT NOW:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hn0wquVVd5o

TABS & CARTOONS (PROD. YUKI)

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by DutchRevz

Lyrics:
Screamed at my girl again, why
Cus im a piece of shit, ok
Suck in my gut
Apologize
She tell me she love me
I know that its lies
Go to my sisters wait I dont see them
Go to my mother wait I dont see her
Go to my family wait they cross country
Who gives a fuck I dont need no consoling

ALL I REALLY WANT TO DO x3
SIT IN THE BACK OF MY FUCKIN ROOM
ALL I REALLY WANT TO DO X3
FUCK IS MY ISSUE FUCK AM I DOOMED

Played my part but i aint want no features
Fuck yo art ya learned shit from teachers
Do not start I got anger issues
Half a heart not to break ya fingers
Baby do I come off as an asshole
Please tell me quickly i cant stand still
Twitchy straight to fidgeting i need another dam bowl
Stop groupin up in front of me before i kill yall

HOOK

All i really want to do (repeat)

Fuck is my issue (repeat)

FUCK IS MY ISSUE FUCK AM I DOOMED??

HOOK

Kuma the Third - CHILL

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