Mac God Chronicles

vinyl - cassette - cd

Professor Creepshow & Isaiah Deshon - Smokin 4 The Taste

HAARPER X FREDDIE DREDD TYPE BEAT - DIAVOLO

(2022 unreleased criminalistic demo)(prod.ISVVC)

via crucis

father, hold me

Target Prod by Sphynx

$UICIDEBOY$ TYPE BEAT “EASTERN BLOC SOULJIA”

Murder on my mind prod requiem cult

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

suicide boys type beat

Suicideboys type beat

Cold blooded

Cold theory