Anyone know what happened to the version with everyone else?

HAZZE - ANIMATRONIC WOODLANDS (FEAT. GOREJIT) (PROD. ZEEROXX)

PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE
COVER BY @sullypasstheboof
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lyrics:
fuck out my dm dont send me no link
i dont wanna see you i dont wanna link
they like how i do it they take my technique 
i like to stunt im on a trapeze
you dont know shit 
give a fuck what you think
give a fuck what you speak
all my dogs run it 
the fuck is a leash? 
she like my fashion
all my shit is chic
she try to act like she dont fuck w me
quit all the acting you aint meryl streep
i cannot stop im in way too deep
i need the payment if you want a feat
put some lil juniper berries right into my mead
im not into lean
swear im not vegan
but fuck all the beef
i got somewhere to be
smoke too much gas god damnit 
puff puff dont pass god damnit
get off my ass god damnit
not you this not my planet
bad bitch look like salma hayek
move on mute real super quiet
john wick bitch i suit and tie it
got calendars i sell to mayans
woke up this morning like top of it to ya
smoking on flower it smell like petunia
get me the pacc it hit like medusa
get out my way or im running right through ya
hold up a minute 
no one gon get it the way that i get it
i cant sit still i keep moving i fidget
run up on me fuck yo teeth up make you look all british
fuck out my dm do not ask for a hand
that bitch was playing now she just a fan
they used to laugh they said that i cant
but now they be mooching they cant pay they rent
do not give a fuck but i am not abstinent 
did not mean to fuck that bitch it was an accident
she wanted it so bad she was so adamant 
ive finally had it oh this is the catalyst
fuck you fuck this fuck that
fuck everybody 
everybody wack
fuck you fuck this fuck that
i dont fuck with just anyone 
everyone get back

AUTONOMOUS [PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE]

Hook: 

Put the drugs on my cup so I don't feel sore

Waiting

posting in case it never gets uploaded.
thanks for inspiring all of us, and sharing your dreams with me. thanks for that time you drove four hours out to my apartment to record but we instantly got a noise complaint so i just cooked us salmon. thanks for all that you did for me and many others. you will forever live in our hearts,
rest in peace kamatayan 🖤🤍

tour freestyle 1222.m4a|| dirtybutt x kamatyan

lyrics

tjr:
(i’ll decipher his verse later)

doopy:
climb my way up to the top of the tower 
take out my wires and i plug them in the power 
system overload  system overload 

lighting pulsing in my brain 
i got numbers flowing through my veins 
power overwhelming any man would go insane 
mechanical body i’ll never be the same 

im hiding in your phone and im waiting 
for the day the machines are overtaking 

freed of my flesh im free 
one day you’ll pray to me 
for i am the ultimate being 

cyber mechanical terrorists
government hyper aware of us
armies are all fucking scared of us

ig
@tjr_sucks
@d000py

CMT w TJR prod BRONKx3

VERTIGO! FT. @zukixoxo

lyrics coming soon...

VERTIGO! FT. ZUKI (PROD. YUSHA)

I got stupid mothafuckas on my dick stupid Niggas always wanna talk that shyt got a bullet in my chamber let it rip all these stupid niggas really is my kids 

Why the Fuck you talking on me boy you ain’t gon do shyt uh said he got the Glock up on em but he ain’t gon do shyt uh got them big rounds put you in the ground yuh lil bitch I’m a big hound you is just a lil clown lil bitch I am numb now yeah I really do not feel shyt in the dog pound but you will not call me a bitch I don’t like Niggas so you better watch out for this clip bitch bitch

Cloroxcide-DOG POUND (SnailGuts)#FUKDUPKLT

just wanted to upload this so it's out there
kama was originally on this song and i wanted his verse to be heard

ily all don't be afraid to reach out

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lyrics

over:

GRAB MY FUCKIN HATCHET AND I PUT IT IN YO HEAD
SHOUTOUT TO MY AR THAT SHIT LEAVE YOU DEAD
HELLA SHOTS TO THAT BOY LEAVE THAT BOY FILLED WIT LEAD
BITCH I LOVE MY MAGS CAUSE THAT SHIT PUT YOU STRAIGHT TO BED

PUSSY CANNOT DO SHIT BUT HE TALKIN STUPID
LEAVE THAT BOY HANGIN FROM A TREE HE AINT MOVIN
TRYNA RUN AWAY LIKE BITCH WHAT YOU DOIN
TRYNA RUN AWAY LIKE BITCH WHAT YOU DOIN

ACTIN LIKE A BITCH NOW YO WIG GETTIN SPLIT
GUN THAT PUSSY DOWN CAUSE HE AINT ON SHIT
GOT HELLA BANDS NOW THEY ON MY FUCKIN DICK
C-LO USED MY ART NOW I STAY WIT A STICK

face:

Floor is covered in vomit
Killing all these faggots and I’m gaining profit x2

I am going insane
Negative thoughts eating away at my brain x4

Uhhhh bitch I’m locked in a chamber
Sick of my self bullet loaded in the chamber x2

NUCLEAR WASTE w/OVERWXRLD (HATCHETSAW)

🔥 Snitchy Twitchy - The ultimate street anthem calling out betrayal, weakness, and fake loyalty in the harshest way. This one’s for the snakes in the grass who talk tough but fold when it counts.
Raw double-time bars, crowd chants, and gritty Aussie drill vibes come together to expose the real snakes feeding the system while the streets burn. If you know, you know.

Listen. Share. Let the truth echo in every corner of the block.

Lyrics
Written by Daryl Splitt
Performed by EMCEE DXTRA, Big Splity 
Produced by Splitt Rekordz

(Intro)
Yo… the streets been buzzin’…
Red hot, like a stovetop flame,
But somehow… one man never burns.
One man slippin’ through the smoke.
We see you Twitchy…
Yeah, Snitchy Twitchy… this one’s for you.

(Hook)
Who’s that rat?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s got the badge?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Call: “Who can’t hold their own?!”
Crowd: “Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s feedin’ the pigs?!”
 “Snitchy Twitchy!”

(Verse)
Twitchy the Snitchy, ya glitch in the system
Street heat risin’ but pigs still assist him
Crew all booked, they get cuffs and a sentence
You moonwalk past with a cop co-dependence

Ice bag peddler pipeline settler
Blame every mate when your mind gets wetter
House so foul it could choke a swine 
Yet you loop on the crew like the fault ain’t mine

Tick talk tough but the pay don’t land
Get robbed, then you cry with your outstretched hand
Make Splity cover what you can’t command 
You a cardboard king with a castle of sand

Street stay red // but your soul stay blue //
Workin’ that badge when the night falls through //
Snake in the grass // but your hiss too loud 
Now the whole damn block knows you’re pig-pen proud

(Hook)
Who’s that rat?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s got the badge?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who can’t hold their own?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s feedin’ the pigs?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”

(Verse)
Talk about tick but your clock don’t tick right,
Big man flex but you fold in a fist fight,
No street soldier, just roll with disclosure,
Your mouth wide open when pigs come closer.

Fake lil’ hustler, trust gets thinner,
Turncoat rat turned cop-side dinner,
Name in the dirt but the dirt still cleaner,
Life in the gutter but you ain’t no dreamer.

Heat in the street but you cool with the law,
Cut every mate that could even the score,
Sellin’ your soul for a pat on the back,
But the street keep receipts and they know where you at.

(Bridge) 
You ain’t foolin’ no one,
Every loop, every lie, every whisper…
We clockin’ it all, Twitchy.
Your crew gone, your rep gone,
And your time?
Tickin’.

(Verse)
Remember that night when your stash went missin’?
You spun three days on a paranoid mission,
Blamin’ your mates, blamin’ the weather,
Blamin’ your ex and the thread in your sweater.

But the truth came out like a crack in the glass,
You misplaced your own now you talkin’ out your Arse!!!
House lookin’ foul while you bark on the phone,
Blamin’ everyone but the pig in your home.

We seen the raids on every street you touch,
But your door stays closed man, that says too much.
People do years while you still count stacks,
You ain’t clean, Twitch you just tradein’ facts.

(Hook)
Who’s that rat?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s got the badge?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who can’t hold their own?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s feedin’ the pigs?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s runnin’ from the truth?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s the weakest in the room?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”

(Verse)
Runnin’ that mouth with the loose-lipped chatter,
Street game weak and your ice all shatter,
Talk like a king but you reign like drizzle,
Every word you spit got a cop in the middle.

Pig pen palace with the snitchy decor,
Badge in the pocket and you still want more,
Can’t hold weight so you pass that debt,
On a real one’s back nah, we don’t forget.

From the tick unpaid to the lies you tell,
From the crew you loop to the folks you sell,
Your page in the book’s just a caution sign,
Read loud in the block: “This rat ain’t mine.”

#SnitchyTwitchy #AussieHipHop #StreetAnthem #DissTrack

Snitchy Twitchy

STREET PULSE VOL1 is a full potrait of East Africa’s streets; a blend of trap, afro-drill and melodic rap powered by heavy 808s, gritty textures and sticky hooks. Built for late-night drives, gym energy and party floors. If it hits, repost and drop your city in the comments. #StreetPulse

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d000py

this project is retired.

DHK Perk

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