Name: DIGRESS x BEARDED LEGEND // FINE LINE (Prod. NICEMEME$OUND) by ⛓DIGRESS⛓
Duration: 2 min 50 s
Description: DIGRESS x BEARDED LEGEND // FINE LINE

This one will be on spotify next week along with youtube. Also uploading some missing tracks soon. Hope you guys have an awesome friday

RED LIGHT DISTRICT ft JOZIE HAZE (PROD. DOROMOSHI)

Lyrics:

I can’t even feel my fuckin’ face/
Feelin’ like I haven’t slept in days/
Nobody ever listen when I pray/
Don’t even wanna know if I’m ok?/

Drown all my emotions in this bottle ima flood my system/
Keep it bottled up inside my mind this shit feels like a prison/
Picturing your face inside my head when I pick up this pistol/
I can’t keep this up much longer might succumb to the statistic/

Yeah, yeah/

And when it rains it pours/
What am I fighting for?/
I, I, I felt like this before/
You, you, you just walk out that door/

Never feeling sure if this right but I just keep on pushing/
Never backing down that’s how I’m built, so I just keep enduring/
Spilling my emotions on this paper tell you how I’m feeling/
Might not understand these words I’m saying, hope it’s not for nothing/

Yeah, yeah, hope it’s not for nothing.../
No, no, I hope it’s not for nothing.../

I can’t even feel my fuckin’ face/
Feelin’ like I haven’t slept in days/
Nobody ever listen when I pray/
Don’t even wanna know if I’m ok?/

Yeah, yeah/

And when it rains it pours/
What am I fighting for?/
I, I, I felt like this before/
You, you, you just walk out that door/

OBSCURE (prod. Plurbs, Adrian Adder & Rodd)

Socials:

Scriptz - https://www.instagram.com/scriptzture/
Saliva Grey - https://www.instagram.com/salivagrey/
Okra - https://www.instagram.com/rakaokra/

SCRIPTZ x SALIVA GREY - DEATH WITHIN REACH (PROD. OKRA)

prod. @slvg420

LYRICS:

TIme’s up, now you’re falling to the ground,
You were spotted on the rise, saw you plotting for the clouds,
You were headed for a place, outer space you were bound,
Kicked out, motherfucker, ‘cause you know you ain’t allowed, uh,
I’ma tell you all why, hold tight,
No one’s fucking with your lame ass shit, all lies,
You can try to play cool, you’re a fool in their eyes,
Got a message for the rest, don’t expect to survive, nah

What’s a man with a life to a God in the sky?

I’m rare like a one-man group,
The Apollo of tomorrow, I can only shine through,
If you need to believe, you can see I’m living proof,
I’ma bring us all together, I’m the motherfucking glue, uh,
What’s first in the whole universe?
When you’re coming for the best, you’ll be dealing with the worst,
Ain’t the center of attention, I be on the outskirts,
Everybody wanna know, so I put it into words, uh

What’s a man with a life to a God in the sky?

APOLLO OF TOMORROW (PROD. SLVG)

MYLE$: https://soundcloud.com/mobbinmyles

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2JGKJ2a2ukSZgxRyoHoTIt

Go follow the socials:
Insta: jxckstrafe
Twitter: jxckstrafe

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NEW AGE Ft. MYLE$

Vocals: Santos Santana & @sinizter
Prod By: Santos Santana

Santos Santana X Sinizter - "Den Of Thieves"

Listen to Cripple on your favorite listening platform.
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/3od/cripple-feat-blckbrd

Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple

Cripple (Feat. Blckbrd)

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

LYRICS:

Kick rocks
Mothafucka kick rocks
If you hatin on me
Go ahead kick rocks 
Loaded off the moon rock
mind full of Thoughts
Like the strip club 
I don’t give a fuck
Most my life I been called nuts 
Nothings changed 
So get Off my nuts 
My brain is like a painting from 
Heironymous Bosch
anxiety got me feeling like my choices
are an egg toss 
Like a guillotine
Im popping off 

Keep it a buck 
No cheap talk
Not like a poker player 
I don’t need to bluff
Luckily I’m not just blabbering 
About arbitrary stuff
like electric eels
Put you
 in shock
Who knew my
work would bring
Hate out the woodwork 
I woke up and chose violence 
I killed this beat, 
I couldn’t stay silent
Kick rocks
Mothafucka kick rocks
Kick rocks mothafucka

Kick Rocks [Prod. Blxxdmage]

Listen to Temperature on your favorite listening platform.
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/3od/temperature

I'm locked loaded
Anyone who apposes
Soon will know this
Let the walls be red as roses
Feels like I'm about to blow this
I will paint the halls
Push my button
And we all fall
It's your call
It's final notice
Can't control
This notion got me cold and frozen
Taken everything
I'm shaken up
Been faking my emotions
Now I wanna drink this potion
Take an oath of devotion
Compulsion
And If you ask then I will Divulge it
Told you before
I'm locked loaded
Here's my temper
Now you can hold it
Once before I would've imploded
But that's all gone now I'm exploding

Pretty little demon
You ever seen her
Whisper the chant of the reaper
Fell in the pit of the chamber
Anger so red I'm in danger
Sip on the fear of the angels
One wrong move and it's over
Put the heathen on a poster
Rep for the soulless
Sinking I'm feeling approach-less
Docile energy fuck it I'm hopeless
Lying like shit through my teeth
Let the single thought i harbor bout the death upon my own leech
Someone call the police
Trapped in the heat of the moment
Facetious I'm feeling
Seven sins I wish I was a better person
Proposition couple brothers and they both the devils sitters
Conversations will not solve the fucking torture I'm enduring
Bull I will myself to carry on the pleasures is my curing

Bullet to the brain
Make the blood flow
Carve into my chest
When another fuckin' word
Vomits out attack
Wrap me in hate, wrap me in hate
While you're reaping your own fate
Tell me oh tell me I'm wrong
Push me to a level where I never wanna get to
Soulless is the only being that I really can become
Let me have a little fun
Tethered to the spite
I feel ignited
Feel the fire rising
Tears from the fallen they're watching
Terror in their eyes now blinding

Temperature

DIGRESS x BEARDED LEGEND // FINE LINE (Prod.  NICEMEME$OUND)

PHONKY PHONK (With Vocals) [prod. Undead Ronin]

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DIGRESS x BEARDED LEGEND // FINE LINE (Prod. NICEMEME$OUND)

⛓DIGRESS⛓

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