CREDITS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hddCpJ8MfVo&t=26s (voice samples)

boundless fury

CREDITS:
Mortal Kombat (The Movie)
TM & © Warner Bros. (1995)
Cast: Linden Ashby, Chris Casamassa, Christopher Lambert, Franois Petit, Robin Shou, Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa, Bridgette Wilson
Director: Paul W.S. Anderson
Producers: Lauri Apelian, Robert Engelman, Lawrence Kasanoff, Alison Savitch
Screenwriters: Ed Boon, Kevin Droney
(audio sample)

lin kuei

gunk

aunt hannah brook

orugaron

stuck

LYRICS:

I smoke a spliff on the patio bench, yo bitch got Nat Geo tits
My bitch call me daddio and that ain't no ego trip
Genital mutilation when she deep throat the dick, yo
Remington lubrication when I reload the shit
So if a dude blaze in the stick never clicks like casino chips
Put you to sleep, press pool station with Julie Mason
Fuck who you came with, bitch I'll aim the tool at satan, or god himself
Pistol whip the holy spirit break his fucking jaw and take off with all his wealth
Like why fuck with us, man I'll leave you on the floor to die
Eyes buttoned up like that bitch from Coraline
The .45 open you up like story time, I flip the 4 leaf clover by poltergeist
Bitch it's all over when I hold the mic, this shit is potent right
Pull a beat out the cauldron on a cold night
These other rappers folding like I got four of a kind
They cowering, powerslam you in pauldrons with the shoulder spikes
I twist the Ichiyanagi with Mal Waldron
Picture me in Prada pushing that 60s Impala
But for now I got that 90s all black Benz Kompressor
Look around, you can find me stacking tens on my dresser
Make a sound, and I’ll likely crack your head like some leather
Put you down, you might be laying back, dead on a stretcher
I'm leaving minds blown when I rap this shit
Style too foul and my rhymes so immaculate
Practiced it and packaged it up like bagged lunch
Wrapped tight so it’ll never fall out boy, like Pat Stump
Where you at chump, letting the Gnac dump

SYCAMORE

LYRICS:

(HOOK)ft. Molkromatic
Just can't understand it, but I still don't stress it, gonna let that junt canoe

Ayo its Winston, y'all already know I'm winded 
Chrome tinted on both hinges but I aint limping
Paint dripping off paid chicken but I'm still rolling
Grills soaking in pill smoke but I'm just chilling yo

Every night I'm tossing and turning up in my bed
Petty life thoughts always burning up in my head
Like why can't a homie relax for a second
Got a junt with my name written on the leaf wrap

No questions when I roll the essence I'm throwing blessings
Broken record soda breakfasts, whole check on a gold necklace
Pro-tekt for the GhostWreck, cal-mag for the flower hash
No stress cause the flow fresh like the Allagash

I'm the coldest, trust me I froze nips when I wrote this
Sour gas running through my dome like maple grove, bitch
I'm finna kick the bucket sucking smoke off the roach clip
Flying off the dutch, man posted on the ghost ship

(HOOK)

Ayo pass me the junt for a minute
Gotta lick it where its splitting right before I go up in it
Then I hit that motherfucker real smooth
Then I go and do the same thing to my bitch and my beats too 

You aint about it chump the sewer bout to eat you
Got homies on the needle, lines, and bumps like my EQ
One of em started dying so they jumped him with the pikachu
Got home, looked like he hadn’t eaten in a week or two

Shit is unbelievable, eager to put the fear in you
even to cease one fiend’s use would be a miracle
I ain't gonna preach at you, I'm too busy working on myself
Books falling off the shelf, you should read a few

I see through evil and the pain thats hiding in my people
Eagles on a steeple ain't as high as my cerebral
Medieval on the easel, what I'm doin extra lethal
Keep expecting sequels till my tomb tetrahedral

TAMARAK

LYRICS

I don’t rap about no fake shit
In fact I dont rap at all I just say shit
I'm just talking bout the day to day, passion's in the placement 
Bitch quit acting flashy, that's a plastic bracelet
All my beats cold cause I made em in the basement
Stop tryna follow me, you ain't this, you brainless
I don't need a stainless for shit to get dangerous 
Beat you to ground with a motherfucking rain stick 
Flow like an eagle in a vortex, rhymes infinite
Short circuit your cerebral cortex, I'm killing shit
You fucking with my people I get militant and villainous
Looking through my toolbox tryna find out where the Phillips is
Load it then I'm drilling shit, but for real don't fuck with me
Shucking trees, I don’t need no company, big dawg, pussies ducking me
Pucker leaves tucked in my jeans, motherfucker please

Kick back, relax while I test a few rhymes
I better move my schedule so I can find time to just 
Sit, slack, collapse into a vine bestrewn shrine
Meth produced revenue, stretchers moved by
Stress induced crimes and red and blue sirens
Sex, booze, and violence, sitting riddled in the silence
Little kids be mindless, putting white up in they sinus
Where some goofy ass clothes and die their hair violet
All the pills your popping are just making you retarded
“I only do them at parties”, nah your just getting started 
It's partly cause your weak inside and just don’t regard it
Target your largest insecurities and discard it
Then your soul departs your scarred carcass 
And the cops find you laying on a dirty carpet in a cheap apartment

LS WINSTON

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