No Punk Shit

I’m bustin’ and rushin’ the beat, ain’t no bluffin’
You steppin’ to me, then you steppin’ to nothin’
I’m twistin’ and flippin’, I’m dippin’, I’m clutchin’
The burner, I’m yearnin’ to bust it in public
I came from the bottom, I’m rotten and rugged
I’m nothin’ but shadow, my mind in a dungeon
They told me to chill but I’m feelin’ the function
Of death in my chest when I’m pressin’ the button

I was born in the fog with a blade and a book
I was raised in a cell where they never would look
I be cookin’ these lines like a chef with a hook
And the page turn red every verse that I took
Isolationist—bitch, I’m the voice of the void
Every word I deploy got a purpose: destroy
I’m that click in the dark when you hear no noise
Then your world go cold and your face get void


show no emotions 

I’m smokin’, I’m zonin’, I’m flowin’, I’m broken
My brain in a loop and my thoughts are corrosive
I’m holdin’ this steel while my demons approachin’
I’m laughin’ and talkin’ to ghosts while I’m tokin’
Ain’t no emotion, I’m colder than oceans
I live in the silence that follow explosions
Bitch, I’m the glitch in the code, no devotion
I’m sick in the soul and I show no emotion

Say what I live, lie when I breathe
If an opp die before we can meet 
I'll catch them in hell and I'll send him to Heaven 
Not even his God can fuckin' protect him 
If the feds come, I’ma toss that piece
I don’t pray now, I just sharpen my teeth
They want heaven? Gotta beg for the peace
Poppin’ pills in the void, can’t feel what I’m facin’
Ten toes planted in a world full of fake shit
Still ain’t rich but my soul been ancient

I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m flippin’ the script
I’m loadin’ the clip, and I empty it quick
I’m itchin’ to trip, I be ready to rip
I don’t never feel shit, I just murder and dip

I’m twisted, ballistic, I’m vicious with visions
My mission is death, so don’t ask my decision
You talkin’ that rah, but you stuck in submission
You fuckin’ with me, better sign off permission

𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

Target Prod by Sphynx

All black produced by sphynx

Murder on my mind prod requiem cult

Dark phonk from the underground — distorted 808s, trunk-rattling bass, and raw, gritty vocals straight out the gutter. Isolationist energy, cold visuals, and that Memphis-inspired sound built for late-night drives, red-lit rooms, and demons in your head. This ain’t for the mainstream, this is for the ones who live in the shadows.

Carved in flesh

9 to ya dome

Noshame

Takeitback

Cheese

Nine on my wasteline

Shot to the vein

Nine millimeter with the beam, red dot on his dome,
$uicide, homicide, cuz creep when I roam.
Im a Loced out soldier, eyes low, stone cold,
With Smoked out vision while the devil take hold.

Catch me in the alley, black tee, black blade,
And you Talkin’ that shit — get your body laid.
I don’t love hoes, I don’t trust no bitch,

All chrome tool with the rubber grip on the switch.
187 on a rat punk bitch I’m gone,
As i Slide through the fog till the early morning
Hear that hum when the metal gon’ sing,
And Flash from the muzzle make ya ears gonna ring .

Machete in my palm, take breath when I smite,
But iMove too quick, never flash no light.

Murder on my mind, see the world turn gray,
See Another body drop, that’s  price I pay.

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[Verse 2]
Born in the gutter, got pain in my stance,
I was Raised off grams, never prayed by chance.
As i Run through the city with the flame in the coat,
And i Quote what I live, I don’t brag, I don’t boast.

Ghost in the ride, can’t see through tint,
With Blood in the trunk and the smell of the shit 
 With the  Sin in my lungs, let it breathe, that’s life

Cut through the dark like a blade through your life 
Talk that shit better walk that line,
I don’t need friends, got a chrome by  design.
And the  Time don’t heal, it just teaches how to kill,
My Smile stay blank, but the hate stay real.

Murder on wax, I been preachin’ this shit,
From Stories from the block, that’s the path I chose.
I Fold no flag, keep steel on waist,

Devil in my ear say “son, make haste.”

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[Verse 3]
Infrared beam, light flash, then silence,
Raised in the pit, all I know is violence.
Chrome so hot, make the metal breathe,
Enemies fall when they seem to envy me.

Roll slow-mo through the city of death,
Left, right, left, hear the angels wept.
Vest on tight 
but my soul stay bare, Cold like a tomb, I don’t ever play fair.

Eyes on blood, and my minds on sin
Its Same old story, just the devil within.
I Pray for my foes, I don’t pray for me,
I’m the last mother fucker  they ever gon’ see.

Cold blooded

Cold theory

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