AGARES

𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔢 ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ'𝔪𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔢𝔪 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔞 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 
𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔨𝔢 
𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔟 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 
𝔐𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰
 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 
𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔦𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔫𝔬 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 
𝔰𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 
𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔐𝔉 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔞𝔦𝔫'𝔱 𝔫𝔬 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔫𝔬𝔯 ℑ 𝔞𝔦𝔫'𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔷 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔐𝔉 𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔱, ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔵𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔲𝔭 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔶 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔧𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔦𝔫'𝔱 𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔫 
𝔦 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 40𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔲𝔤 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔠 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔪 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔲 𝔪𝔶 𝔳𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 59 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔦𝔤 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔡𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔰𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 5 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔨 𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ𝔪 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔬𝔡 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣

CONVERSATING WITH THE REAPER

DEMONS

Lyrics:
Relevance
 All you fuckers worried bout yo relevance
Relevance
 Worry bout yo girl it’s very evident
Evident
Took one look at her thought she was heaven sent
Heaven sent 
 She say she likes me 
Cuz I’m stacking these dead presidents
 Presidents stacking these dead presidents
Man I make it look too easy 
 Pull up to yo residence
Residence residence 
 Pull up to yo residence
Me my partna pull up then we skirting off to hell again 

You dont wanna mess with 
Motherfuckin real Gs 
You gone end up in a
Mortuary

DeadPresidents (prod. JAEM BEATZ)

BAD SHIT (Feat. Seth Lorenzo, Yon)

StoneCold ft.(Threezy & Demar)

Lyrics:

Creepin out tha cut 
Everyone thinking that they know
They dont know shit
Cause i know theyre alone

Busta punk talking hella lip 
Busting at ya dome
MK II 22 
Hitting them with the chrome

180 no scope a motherfucker send them way back home
Coming out the cut show them that i aint really alone hoe

Bitch dont pick up the phone
Bitch dont pick up the phone
Bitch dont pick up the phone
Bitch dont pick up the phone hoe

Creepin out tha cut 
Everyone thinking that they know
They dont know shit
Cause i know theyre alone

Busta punk talking hella lip 
Busting at ya dome
MK II 22 
Hitting them with the chrome

Creepin out tha cut 
Everyone thinking that they know
They dont know shit
They dont know shit

Creepin out tha cut 
Everyone thinking that they know
They dont know shit
They dont know shit

Creepin out tha cut 
Everyone thinking that they know
They dont know shit
They dont know shit

Creepin out tha cut 
Everyone thinking that they know
They dont know shit
They dont know shit

OUT THA CUT

Lyrics:

Lil Baphomet:
Smoked glass, low beams, city sleeps but I’m awake,
Pentagram on the vinyl, watch the nighttime shake.
Always hunting flesh — I hunt the noise they cultivate,
Turn their bitter words to ash and watch the shackles break.
Whispers in the static, hexes inked in code,
Grimoire pages flip while the reverb overloads.
I bind the envy, seal the spite inside a jar,
Light it up and set it drifting like a distant star, you little hoe.
Full moon, slow groove, heartbeat like a drum,
I walk the line between the silence creepin out tha cut.
 a killer — a sculptor, carve the hate from the stone,
In the shadow’s echo, peace becomes my throne.
Midnight sigils on the dash, smoking on their fucking ash,
I’m casting out the venom, let the shadow bring in peace.
Black candles, 808s, watch the cold lights breach,
Haters turn to echoes — in the dark we find release.

PUT THEM TO REST (prod. LILSmokeMane) ft. (LilBaphomet)

LilSmokeMane

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