JAIL CITY <fewtile>

Maria duluoz x lil kief prod lil kief mastered mixed sony
tfg the fallen goth - desert of the sixxx
#grunge #phonk #alternative #desertofthe6ix 
(lyrics on genius)

MD/LK - hearbreak

WIND. No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
Going outside 
Yeah
Going outside, yeah
Going outside, yeah
Going outside, yeah
Going outside, yeah
Going outside with the

Next up Polo, no tomorrow, Ferragamo
Next up Polo, no tomorrow, Ferragamo

No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
Going outside yeah
Going outside yeah
Going outside with the Ferragamo
Take me out of my sorrow
I don’t gotta worry about 
I don’t gotta worry about
I don’t gotta worry about 
I don’t gotta worry about
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
Going outside
Going outside yeah
Going outside yeah
Going outside yeah
Going outside yeah
Going outside with the Ferragamo
Take me out of my sorrow
I don’t gotta worry about 
I don’t gotta worry about
I don’t gotta worry about 
I don’t gotta worry about
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
I don’t really wanna do this
I don’t really wanna do this, yeah
Fuck you nigga if you diss, yeah
END TAPE

music of did rich
written by aldair/ lil alter (FOAclq) & m
outro by anohni Hegarty from antony and the jonson

Ferragamo (Alter cover) PROD DID RICH

WIND. TRACK 4.  DEADBOI EP SIDE B

Train Food, Train Food
Stay up all night
We'll never arrive
So drive, drive, lonely drive
Then ride
Until the sea and there beyond
We'll never come
And then we're here
We will return, oh no
Another day alone
I've got this bitch at home but I don't remember her phone number, no

Train Food, Train Food
Stay up all night
We'll never arrive
So drive, drive, lonely drive
Then ride
Until the sea and then beyond
We'll never come
And then we're here
We will return
Oh no, another day alone uh
I've got this bitch at home but I don't remember her phone number, no

Motherfucker, shit
Yeah, I've lost my best friend on a rail-track another time my bae
These stupid hoes don't really understand
That's why I'm a-sing a song for y'all
Yeah a melody for the world to listen, mane
They don't got the desert boys
Yeah, they've never got my soul
The motherfucker is on the road
And here we go again, hoe

Again hoe
Wir senden Train Food
A Train Food for home and home
Again we come at home
And here we go

Train Food, Train Food
Stay up all night
We'll never arrive
So drive, drive, lonely drive
Then ride
Until the sea and there beyond
We'll never come
And then we're here
We will return, oh no
Another day alone
I've got this bitch at home but I don't remember her phone number, no

Train Food, Train Food
Stay up all night
We'll never arrive
So drive, drive, lonely drive
Then ride
Until the sea and then beyond
We'll never come
And then we're here
We will return
Oh no, another day alone, uh
I've got this bitch at home but I don't remember her phone number, no

Motherfucker, shit
Yeah, I've lost my best friend on a rail-track another time my bae
These stupid hoes don't really understand
That's why I'm a-sing a song for y'all
Yeah a melody for the world to listen, mane
They don't got the desert boys
Yeah, they've never got my soul
The motherfucker is on the road
And here we go again, hoe

Again hoe
Wir senden Train Food
A Train Food for home and home
Again we come at home
And here we go
Here we go, we go, we go
Oh no

Alexander PROD DID RICH

WIND. full title_ he fell in luv wit a dedboi & matching tattoos in LA

TRACK 3. DEADBOI EP SIDE A
Prod. Did Rich Written. by me n minu

INTRO Antony

VERSE
Ehy ehy
Ehy yeah yeah
For real
Those motherfuckers are gonna die for real
And you'll remember my voice
When you're there on your bed
Sleepy sleeping, smoking slow
And roll up another blunt, my mane
Riding riding yeah
Goth boys on the ride
And niggas are gonna die tonight, my bad
I had to fool some Fallen Goth
I had to destroy some, Coast to coast bro
I had to fuck up some rappers dude
To conquer your nation my dude
My little baby boo
Yeah I'm coming back to the USA
With a vengeance baby
As I did on other continents, in other lifetimes baby
This is the return
Big masters on the move
And Jay Z is gonna die tonight, ah ah
Kanye West is gonna die tonight, ah ah
Tyler The Creator is gonna suffer, tonight, some shit
I don't really give a mane, yeah
You wanna kill me like... Stop
Pussy
Stupid asshole
I don't really give a name
I dont' really give a damn
About that fucking stupid asshole
Yeah, I'ma fucking kill them on the road, bro
Yeah, this is what they deserve
For what they did to Paris and in Israel
Motherfuckers on a rage, baby
Yeah, coming back from the afterlife baby
Yeah, I'm going to destroy your... stupid... plan?
Or whatever, I dont' really give a damn if you got some, brother
And dude? Fuck you

Ehy ehy
Ehy, yeah yeah
For real
Those motherfuckers are going to die for real
And you will remember my voice
When you're there on your bed
Sleepy sleeping, smoking slow
And roll up another blunt my mane
Riding riding, yeah
Goth boys on the ride
And niggas are going to die tonite, my bad
I had to fool some Fallen Goth
I had to diss tonight
I miss the coast bro
Yeah, slow
And roll up another blunt my mane
Yeah, goth boys on the ride
Glow
And roll up another blunt, my mane
Riding riding by these punk-...
Slow
And roll up another blunt my mane
Riding riding by these punk-ass...
Slow
And roll up another blunt my-...
Yeah, goth boys on the ride
Slow
Aw, roll up another blunt my mane
Riding riding by these punk cops
Yeah, goth boys on the ride
And niggas are going to die tonite, my-...
Slow
Aw, roll up another blunt my mane
Yeah, goth boys on the ride
Slow
Aw, roll up another blunt my mane
Riding riding by these punk-...
Slow
Aw, roll up another blunt my mane
Riding riding by these p-...
Slow
Aw, roll up an other blunt my m-...
Yeah

Goth boys on the ride

He fell in luv wit a dedboi (CARTERS/JAYZ/YE/DIDDY DISS) PROD DID RICH

WIND. "DEAD BOI ADDENDUM 45 RPM" SIDE B
PROD. DID RICH Written by Me edited n choirs by me n tha Railroad Aliens


First draft May2022

Lyrics
Ehy monalisa
Could I get a date on friday?
And if your busy ... I woudnt mind taking saturday-ay-ay
Ehy ehy ehy Round up the posse
fallen goth on the way
(igniting motorcylce)

VERSE
1,2,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 counting the days
til I get out of Jail City baby
I cannot wait any longer bro
We got a Judgment Day incoming
The streets in flames
Fiery skies over our heads
A big huge Phoenix
Over our head
It's flying, baby
We fly high towards the horizon of this world
We never came back to this fucking planet again to get fucked up in the ass my bro
That's why I will run faster than a speeding bullett
Whatever I don't really give a mane
And to the hater and to the people that are fucking here to kill me, I’m gonna tell
Fuck you And fuck your family
And fuck your stupid petty brothers, uh

Killuminati to the sky
New horizon for the USA motherfucker

(sound of the Police)

M is 4 I marked y'all PROD DID RICH

WIND. "DEAD BOI ADDENDUM 45 RPM" SIDE A

New Jersey, sleep tight
Over your faeries' bright skies
New Jersey, fuck hell

New Jersey, sleep tight
Over your faeries' bright skies
New Jersey, fuck hell
We'll fly to paradise
Me and her, in your car
You and I will be king one day
In squats so pure

New Jersey, fuck hell
We'll fly to paradise
Me and her, in your car
We never died
We never passed out
We never slept so well like tonight
New Jersey, fuck no
We'll fly to paradise
Me and her, in your car
We never died
We never passed out
We never slept so well like tonight
New Jersey
Uh, we never died
Uh, we never died
Uh, we never died

Jacqueline PROD DID RICH

#WIND. DB2NEWARK dead boy II: newark ep
TRACK ONE OF TWO

LLYRICS:
Dead boys on the rise
I think I'm hearing voices in my head
Dead boys on a rack tonight
Find some rack tonight
Drinking something
Smoking smoking blunts and getting high
I got my voice in the head
Telling me
I'm hearing as...
Hallucinations, or something like that
I got this LSD mood tonight
I'm seeing things, and colors in the air
What the fuck
I think I gotta die for something I did, something I do
Something I do and keep on doing
Because I cannot stop this bullshit I've got inside my bro
I gotta keep on going
Never stopping
Never watching behind my back
I think I've got my guardian angels on my back
They're watching it for me
My bad
I've got a...
I've got a...
A mind for myself, to think
I'm trying to escape these end days, baes
Escape this prison my society made 

Dead boys on the rise
Dead boys on the rise, dead boys on the rise
I think I'm hearing voices in my head
Dead boys on a rack tonight
Find some rack tonight
Drinking something
Smoking smoking blunts and getting high
I got my voice in the head
Telling me...
I'm seeing as...
Hallucinations, or something like that
I got this LSD mood tonight
I'm seeing things, and colors in the air
What the fuck
I think I gotta die for something I did, something I do
Something I do and keep on doing
Because I cannot stop this shit I've got inside my bro
I gotta keep on going
Never stopping
Never watching behind my back
I think at guardian angels on my back
They're watching it for me
My bad
I've got this...
Mind for myself, to think
I'm trying to escape, escape these end days baes
Escape this prison my society made 

prod did rich
written by maria duluoz x

On loop (Voices in my head) CHOPPED N SCREWED <did rich>

breackneck speed to get u weed

Lyrics:

[Verse X2]
Tre, due, uno
Ti caccio queste rime in culo
Ti faccio uno con le carte
Non fare il passivo con me
Mi spiace ma ci andiamo a fare un tiro di tè a Midtown Manhattan io te e Bull e qui chi c'è? Gregory Corso
Non lo leggo più da quando ho visto
Che nel 2001, deja vu:
Sutra finali dentro ai libri e la faccia che mi stressa
È quella di un colibrì mentre eravate alla festa
Ed io non c'ero, che pezza
(...) Avarakedavra non te lo farò mai (...)

One, two, three, four
For the day I was gone
One, two, three, four
For the day I received your phonecall
One, two, three, four
For the people we were in New York
One, two, three, four
For my pessengers round the state
One love
For all we lived and left undone
One love
For all the people round the world when I'm gone, one love
And I received two phonecalls from the President of the USA

Tre, due, uno
Ti caccio queste rime in culo
Ti faccio uno con le carte
Non fare il passivo con me
Mi spiace ma ci andiamo a fare un tiro di tè a Midtown Manhattan io te e Bull e qui chi c'è? Gregory Corso
Non lo leggo più da quando ho visto
Che nel 2001, deja vu:
Sutra finali dentro ai libri e la faccia che mi stressa
È quella di un colibrì mentre eravate alla festa
Ed io non c'ero, che pezza
(...) Avarakedavra non te lo farò mai (...)

One, two, three, four
For the day I was gone
One, two, three, four
For the day I received your phonecall
One, two, three, four
For the people we were in New York
One, two, three, four
For my pessengers round the state
One love
For all we lived and left undone
One love
For all the people round the world when I'm gone, one love
And I received two phonecalls from the President of the USA

Tre, due, uno
Ti caccio queste rime in culo
Ti faccio Uuu ...

[Bridge]
You need just one strophe
Of my rap
And I make you feel like
As if that
'68
Didn't happen yet
Breakneck-speed
To get you weed
No, I decided
These ages
Friend, these ages we go
(Again)
Years had passed since I was gone
I'ma find you back Rome, bro
Come home
I'ma look and look for streets and rest
I'ma found you on a mountain
We'll meditate together, that's
A promise, homie

[Blues]
Together we feel the night
You remember just the feelin of night, my love
I listend to it and wiped all night
I listend to your tears and cried, my friend
Fifty years have passed around these bridges
Fifty years and I lose your friendship, friend
I wonder if you remember me at night
While you smoke your sack of weed tonight, my love
Don't ever treat me like as if I'm gone
Because I'm falling on your sky
I'm Only kid in there
writing books in my room
With my lil Actaeon kid, my pal in Rome
My high high highest high
my highest weed, my best friend
My man
like you were too in there
Do'nt go today alone
Go call some of my peers, your peers your peers
And find a good place
at home in Norway
A place where you can sleep and stay well
I'm drawing doves on my face
and you excell
And write your poetries, my love
And I'll sing you in the sky til the moon dies
My word
Don't forget me, right? Right
You and me know well what is like
To be in hell and bring heaven
Bring heaven to the world when I'm far
Bring heaven to the heart from skies apart
And I wanna be in vacation
With Old Bull
He knows you well
so meet him too
Alone, alone

am 1997 <a fortress 4 Alvah/sad freestyle>

THUNDER. "was realized exclisively as a playlist 4 road trips* And was supposed to rapresent a trip to an ilegal Rave Party, a full week end start to finish" - WOTO

WOTO WAITING ON THE OUTCOME: DARKSTARS, TRACK TWO
*especially for trips, those trips, at night, in car looking for tha rave

"May the god Mercury be with yall, lil kids" JAck

rave bitch <vaegud>

#fire. MAGA EP track 2. prod did rich mix and master by sony n x written by me x reap3r llc

LYRICS
[BLUES]
YEAH YEAH YEAH
GOTH BOYS ON THE RIDE GOTH BOYS ON THE RIDE
(GOTH BOYS ON THE RIDE GOTH BOIYS ON THE RIDE)
MOTHERFUCKER DIE DIE DIE (NIGGA DIE DIE DIE)
FROM WHAT THEY SEE WITH LAURYN HILL
THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE ACTING CRAZY
I GOT THESE HOMIES ON THE BRINK
OF INSANITY, BABY
I’M GONNA COMe Back one day at night
And you will so … And you will all see me
You will watch the return of the bae, it's my promise
Yeah coming home
And Every other day is my judgment day homie
I've got no other thought in my mind
only revolution, baby
Yeah
Come back
One Day, Again
A Lil Jack 
I’m coming in
I’m coming now
I come back
R3turn, mane
(Straight from hell - straight from The end of the world)
And Gary’s waiting at end days
My homie’s waiting at end days
My clique is waiting for end days
And it’s alright
And it’s alright
It’s a hard life
And here we go
(X2)

[VERSE]
From hell
(Straight from hell - straight from the end of the world)
Motherfuckers on the road
And here I go again
And here we go again 
One day, two days, three days at the end of the world, baby
Still waiting
Motherfuckers dying
And we're winning, yeah
Dead boys riding
D3ad boys riding
D3dboys r1d1n5

waiting <prod did rich>

#fire MAGA EP track 1. prod classy mix and master by sony n x written by me x dbe

lyrics

I’m gonna come back one day
In the United States
This is my aim bae
I got my brothers on the road
Praying for me
These motherfuckers behind my back
Speaking shit
I cannot even beef with nobody
Yeah cause I’m unbeefable
Yeah these motherfuckers gonna die
For what they did bro
these motherfuckers gonna die
For what they did bro

these motherfuckers gonna die
For what they did
And stupid things
I Don’t even know
These mothefuckers wanna follow my steps
Still on the road
Since the ’50 bro
I’m gonna come back hoe
This is my promise hoe
This is my promise hoe

Ritornavo a casa
Senza tempo dal giorno uno
Gli amici in chiesa che pregano per il numero uno
Torno a casa
Fumo spinelli un po’ a rota
Mi metto a leggere qualcosa
Vedo che il mondo va a puttane senza di me (ah)
Hanno provato a fare carte false per avere un mondo senza di me
Ma non ce la fanno
Hanno barato nel gioco, hanno fatto danno

I’m coming back
Yeah I got this double track in my pocket, I’ma use it whenever I need it brah
I need some reinforcement
I’m gonna free the United States
This is my main aim man
I have these brothers waiting for me
Killuminati back on the streets
wait for me
I’ve got this people following me
Uh, I say let’s take over the capital city my b

waiting for me
Killuminati back on the streets
wait for me
I’ve got this people following me
Uh, I say let’s take over the Capitol 

I got these brothers waiting for me
Killuminati back on the streets
wait for me
I’ve got this people following me
Uh, I say let’s take over the capital city my b

(blues)

- CALIFORNIA/ITALY, 2023 -

MAGA <prod classy>

Week1 
3(difficulty at the beginning): ITALY
SEVENTY WEEKS ARE DECREED
Every day on a grind
Losing my hoe
On sight I got no other bae with me
I think I wanna cry and die in this  city Rome
Only enemies in my head
I cannot even listen to your shit
Bad
Bad bitch on a trick track
You want to flick and flip my head
But you can’t
Because you weren’t there when I was alone
Jailing Mayors with my microphone
Hacking motherfuckers on my road back home
Asshole
Asshole what the fuck you want now
You wanna f with me
You cannot even f with my little homies
in the desert of the sixxx 
666
Dead
Yeah, give me a head
And then there
Back wherever you came from
I do not even know your name
Through my head you only spin like a
Through my head you only spin like a
Through my head you only spin like a chick chick chick
This is the name bae
Because you weren’t there for your hood 
Nor for your own religion
I think I’m gonna die yeah
With all those that wanna come against me
Or my group
(Against the hood)
#FEDAYN on the ride
Stupid motherfuck I think you really gotta die tonight, yeah
What do you want
And what are you going to do
And then
Where do you want to go
What are you going to do now?
Bitch
Do you want to fuck with me?
With the police?
And with the crips and the bloods?
And then what else?
I’ve got no other verse in my head
Stupid chick
You’re gay Ghali, uh
Do you want to suck some dick?
This is the new shit
This is my fucking refrain in the head
Like a chorus
Like a chore
Like a last verse, last 
Final sutra for my boys
New book for the United
And you ain’t there mae
Stupid chick, you gay Ghali uh
You want to suck some dick
Stupid chick, you’re gay 
You want to suck some
Biatch 
You want to fuck
Bitch
Stupid chick you’re gay, Ghali
Bitch
Bitch bitch
You’re gay Ghali

written by dario garofalo
produced by raspo
mastered by crackhead
vocal mixing by crackhead

©️2024 dead boys records la california

GAYHLI <raspo>

Week2
4 (Youthful folly): MICHIGAN
SLM (GTA)
written by m, prod. by my homie jay
4:44 workin on that shi homie 
Jude

LYRICS
Signs that you are not straight
Number one, you like boyz
Nuh-uh nuh-uh

We killed Tupac
We killed Tupac
Yeah
We killed Tupac
This is not for pussy ass niggaz
And their loyalty to the game, nigga
We killed Tupac
We killed Tupac
Yo
Yo
We kill Tupacs
The Tupacs and the Snoop Doggs and the Eminems
Fuck them y'all
Fuck your city, fuck your nation
Fuck everyone of you bro

Backstabbing you in the silent of the night
Suicide, with none of your homies on sight
We're gonna rush you on a city by night
GTA
We're gang-banging your wife
While she sucks me in the alley
Bey
I don't even want her, but she begs
So we ride
I’ve got your homies
Ride for the One
Pussy, uh
Life Manners

From Rome to Bologna
All the way back in California
Who shot you
Your brobro's screaming my name
On the streets
Who rushed you
Subverting your pussy-ass cities
On our way
We're clowning ya
Upside down
On the road
Down the road
Down the road
Upside down
I'ma frame you and your mama down your home
Stay chick bro

Who got your gang
Subverting your city?
Gang members
We leave your homie Lutchee
Suicided in his cell homo
With the lacci of the scarpe homie
I was living life in hell in prison
In the city were you were born, amigo

I've got
Mobsters from Quadraro
All the way down to Mexico
Mexico
We backstab you and all your kind
K2MINAZI
Supreme Life Manners in the name of the gang
K-commandos 
Fedayn in the middle of the night

We're gang members
Gang bangers
Supreme Life Manners

We're gang members
Gang bangers
Supreme Life Manners, uh

Who's subverting
Your mommy's town
In the daylight? Uh
666
Is the name of my mark
Supreme Life Manners
Dancing, sabbath with your homies
In your courtyard
Supreme Life Manners
We tour with you, then we lace your pills 
For our own fame bruh
Supreme Life Manners

Who rushed you?
Supreme Life Manners
Goth boys
Behind it

Supreme Life Manners
Your lonely eye's howling 
But our religion couldnt hear it
Gang manners
Backstabbers
Y'all are Stans
We shot ya
Dead boys
Behind it
Behind it
K-commando, bro
Takeover
Hasta la victoria siempre
16 motherfuckers on a deathrow
Gang manners
DLU
John Duluoz
Lieutenant
of the Undergroundaz
Supreme Life Manners
Subterraneans, white boy

SLM was the name of the theft
Supreme Life Manners
Stay chick, bro
Secret sect
Killuminati
666 Secret societies

Illuminati chose me
Then I betray them on air
Call me Hitlah
We framed them

Outlaws
Supreme Life Manners

Illuminati chose me
Then I betray them on air
Supreme Life
King Michael
Clown them on stage
Backstab them for rage
Hail Mary, nigga
Hail

M: "Gli illuminati li..."
Ethel Cain ft. Wicca Phase Springs Eternal: "... ammazza Maria"

SUPREME LIFE MANNERS (GRAND THEFT AMERICA) <hova>

ur a #chickensOrder.
kids framed 

(not for nas/diddy prod by ye on 2018).

LEGEND (for those WHO kno):
"yuh we know eachother since long time lol n I'd be surprised u werent one of those 15 men in ur past life, those paid by hoover to gut me outside that cactus bar in florida 1969, after we fought alongside ur bros for a lifetime to free america n civil rights etc.
but u n ur bros wanted those hoover money so what can we doXD
fuck gillespie n the bird. money is money bro
I got u
I unerstand u
I forgiva ya son!

anyways yes I remember u d.

for todays things: u stalkers
but we scared of u
we thought that bitch in his eye was ur nazi brother d. my bad
then we aint gona retaliate

stay well u n fams

jk"
- rules of the 1nation v illuminatti 

LYRICS:
 
Ooh ooh
Im in love with Judas, Judas
When he calls to me, I am ready
I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs
Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain
Even after three times, he betrays me

Now, sunny LA, remember
Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I'll bring him down, bring him down, down

I'ma
Record this track with a sock on my microphone goth boy style
The Fallen Goth
Judas Judas Judas
I'll bring him down, bring him down, down

Petty petty people keep them incomunicato
Petty petty people keep them incomunicato
A king with no crown, king with no crown
Breathless
Y'all niggas got a deathwish
The stupid leaves me breathless

Betraying the world, this is my aim babe
You go ahead praying God in your desert baby
But we already know, we already know
With your clique you betrayed the one world
This the shit, and now you cry peep
You've got no eyes in your third eye, soldout
Youse a soldout
For your family tree mane, soldout
One God and he ain't no Jah
Soldout, the God you think you're praying
Ain't no Jah, no, soldout
He's not the one you wanna pray, baby
So pray for me
So fuck The Fugees and your mommy and you daddy
B
They've got to die for what they did
So side with me, with bloods and crips
Or fuck with me

Stupid prick, this the new shit
I cannot even listen to this pussy-ass shit
You got your brain washed
You betrayed the fifty States
So now it's fifty against one God and all your manes, bae
Fuck you and all your fucking family tree
I'm the Lion of Judas
You don't wanna fuck with me
You betrayed the fifty States
So I'ma fuck you too
You and all your Fugee crew
Youse a stupid asshole bruh

Aw
You cannot compete with the desert manes, yeah
You gotta die
I'm gonna fucking blow your brains to the sky
For what you did
I'm coming sneaking in your room
Slicing throats
This is my aim, playa
Freeing the United States
State by state 
One by one
Peep by peep
This is the new shit
And you already know
So this is the time to listen to the legends' lessons, yeah
About the return of the beat generation

Legend
Legend

Bae, I betrayed your little petty lot
Stupid hoe
You gotta pray Jah in the desert
You gotta die for the desert, hoe
You cannot compete
My homies in the clique
Are looking for all your families
And all your family's tricks
I'ma die for y'all
And you're gonna die for me
Killuminati in this, stupid
Stupid
Do you wanna suck some dick?
This is the fifty States against one eye
So now remember
This is the lesson from the fucking legend

And then die for me in the U.S.
LEGEND

This is cancel culture, exactly, you got erased
And they'll die for me in the U.S.

We're marvellous, nigga

Defend the honor of your homies
Defend the honor of your land
Pussy-ass niggas
So fuck you and J. Cole
Pussy-ass nigga

Broke the meaning down of the Virgin Mary
And you've got your own place

11 (Harmony)
Written by M
Produced by Lespice
Mixed and mastered by Car crash for dead boys entertainment, 2024

GAYHLI NO WEEK (INTERLVDE/YGMARLEYDISS) <lespice>

BOOKOFCHANGES: RAIN
blues no2

Baghdad
Te l’ho messa in mezzo mentre ci rappavo nel pezzo
Tunisia
C’ero andato col mio ragazzo ma m’ha lasciato solo, cazzo
Cazzo o fica non ci rientro non ci sto nei tuoi manuali
Testa di minchia
Questa rima te la caccio al centro come i birilli, Anna 
Te la metto in mezzo
O-oh
Fighetta pure pure
Ma stronza non ti ci chiamerò mai
Perché te la tiri nella tua manifestazione
A bella, non ce lo sai quante volte ho pianto agli argini della strada
Brutto brutto
Brutte giornate andate perse sotto gli orizzonti 
Dell’isola sul confine
Ci stavi tu ci stava lui ci stavano tutti tutti quanti
E le telefonatine
Le serate in cucina
Le cose che eviti
Andiamo a fare i lavapiatti a Berlino
Non ci eviti più
Se ci becchi per strada
Non ci eviti più
Se li becchi per strada
Non li eviti più
Se ci becchi per strada
Non li eviti più
Se ci becchi per strada non li eviti

[VERSE]
A belle labbra stronze
Te, bella roba
Tanta roba
Nuova generazione 
Fosforescente nelle foto in bianco e nero
Fosforescente nelle serate più nere
Fosforescente dentro, si vede
Lo nota la gente fosforescente
A noi i colori non ci servono
Fosforescente nella mente e nell’anima
Fosforescente
Fosforescente
Fosforescente (A belle labbra stronze ... )
Fosforescente con un dito sulle labbra
Fosforescente con un dito sulla tempia
Fosforescente telepaticamente nostra
Fosforescente, italiana, bella coscia
Fosforescente i capelli dritti in testa
Fosforescente, ti ci resta in petto - ti ci spezza

goth girl <prod beatsbyneco>

db3/the names of tha messiah/track5
WEEK7
9(SMALL TAMING): ALASKA

Cambierà
sai che cambierà
cambiera
tutto cambiera
cambierà
oh oh oh
cambiera
vedrai che cambierà
cambierà
vedrai che cambiera
cambierà
tutto cambierà
cambiera
oh oh oh
cambierà
vedrai che cambierà
cambierà
tutto cambierà
cambiera
vedrai che cambiera
cambiera
oh oh oh (howls)

eng:
it will change
you'll see it's gonna change
everything is gonna change
oooh ooooh

written by giovanni pellino
mixed and mastered by sony & john maitreya
reap3r records LLC, LOS ANGELES (CALIFORNIA)

maria duluoz - neon album

Saint Maitreya versus the four continents (WORLD/DISS)

db3/the names of tha messiah/trackfour
WEEK6
8(HOLDING TOGETHER): WASHINGTON

prod and mastered by did rich
written by mike
(VERSE)

Get Rich get the bag
(Get Rich get the bag)

Two souls
One Mind
Cannot Stop the vibe
Good Vibing
One Day
We’re gonna survive
These end days
My mane
I can
Promise that
To you
Lil bae
I’m gonna come back
DULUOZ
One more
Time
Yeah
One life
Again
REINCARNATED, MANE
Yay
Come back
One Day
Again
In the Usa
I’m a free
My peeps
Again
My Lord
Gimme The strength
Today
To make it happen mane
My way

My way
Your Way
The American way
(Killuminate)
My mane
(We’re gonna fucking make it)
Again
YEah
My boys
Are waiting
For end days
Praying
Night And Day
For tha Freedom
Of The United States

WE MADE IT HAPPEN HOMIES / AGAIN AND AGAIN / FUCKED UP IN THE BRAIN / WE’VE ALWAYS BEEN / WIND IT UP / SWEEET RIDER / DEAD BOY / STILL RISING / ONE LOVE / ONE HEART / ONE NATION / K2MINATI - (My mane - One Love - One Heart - One Nation - One Action, One Nation - Crips And Bloods - One Love - One Gang - One Street - One Road - Come Back - Return - My Lord - Neon Generation, One Day - One Love - Beat Generation, Again - Today - Free Day - Freedom - For my manes - One Love - Again - America Great Again)

Two souls
One Mind
Cannot Stop the vibe
Good Vibing
One Day
We’re gonna survive
These end days
My mane
I can
Promise that
To you
Lil bae
I’m gonna come back
DULUOZ

I'm gonna come bacK

for end days
praying
night and day
for the freedom of the united states

for end days
praying
night and day
for the freedom of the united states

maria duluoz - neon album

united states of michael satanbutcher

db3/ the names of the messiah/track3
WEEK5 
7(THE ARMY): OREGON

stand up against governments
against god
change is absolute
get rich get the bag
against god
change is absolute

for the people i forgot in here
For the people who died in here
dead boys on the rise
we cannot
stop our mind this time, bro
yeah we keep on going and going
we cannot stop
stand up against governments
trains of thoughts+
we gotta make it going and going
spinning the wheel like crazy my bro
against god
we had
this car to drive un til new york city
and the we flew
at night
getting high
on the highway
i cannot stop my thoughts my bae
we were 3 in the dover mansion
against god
and then we fucked up in the game
we were 4 under the bridge
and then we found each other mane
we had
things to sell
under the skyscrapers
and then we sould our souls
we had this place where
creating my fear
maria
I've got this bro
and bro
we cannot stop 
out train of thoughts
we had this shit at nite
I say
Dont suicide tonite

No more train of thought
gotta come back in time
I got this pussy waiting 
for me in La
we cannot make it happen homies
no more
no more
I ma come back
one day
to new mexico alone
alone
I had this 
change is absolute
brother but he
stabbed my back
I had this clique
But now i've got no mane anymore
no more jack
kerouac unnder the stars tonite
only one nation
unified
under my feet tonite
yeah yeah
uniting the USA
k2minati's the name my bae
yeah yeah

written by the M. & Allen ginsberg
performed by m & ginsberg
prod by did rich
mixed and mastered by did rich

maria duluoz - neon album

the mahdi

db3/ the names of the messiah/track2
WEEK4
6(CONFLICT): CALIFORNIA

VERSE:

(get rich get the bag)

on a real g

they wanna kill me
u-uh
motherfuckers pray
Kiluminati
Kiluminati

15 motherfuckers on a real g
Thye wanna kill me
They wanna beat me

The game is over

Pray motherfuckers

On a real g
They wanna kill me they wanna beat me
The game is over
motherfuckers pray
Killuminati the name of the clic

15 motherfuckers On a real g
They wanna kill me they wanna beat me
The game is over
motherfuckers, pray
Killuminati the name
(kiluminati)

written by hal maschiach/king messiah
prod by didrich
mastered n mixed by did rich
reap3r gvng, ohio 

maria duluoz - neon album

k2messiah

db3/the names of the messiah/track1
WEEK 3
5(WAITING) - ARIZONA

LYRICS
Oh
Tomorrow
We’ll see
And let it
all
begin
Tomorrow
We dance
And let it
All begin
High flight
Tomorrow
We let it all
Begin
Mmm
Mmm
High flying
In the sky
We'll let it
All
Stand
We stand up
Here tonight
And let it
All
Begin
And
standing
The flag
Will let it
All
begin
We’ll let it
All
begin
And let it
All
begin
Aw

written by kerouac
guitars ludo
mastered & mixed by car.crash
reap3r. gvng LA cali

maria duluoz - neon album

the flag (let it all begin)

NO WEEK/INTERLUDE
10(treading) Prod Sad Music, written and performed by M. 
Mastared and mixed by Sony for Reap3r Gvng

BLUES:
(...)

VERSE:

Uh uh
I'm trusting only K2s
I'm trusting only K2s
And where were them homies
When u were alone
In that Mental Institution
Oh, where were them homies, uh
They left you alone on the road
So fuck them bro, fuck them all bro
They don't give a shit about y'all
They don't give a shit about you
They left you in the dirt
For what then?
Because you gave them
Pointless
Showcase
While they don't deserve nothing mane
They don't deserve nothing mane
They don't deserve your respect
Them pusses mane
Yeah kill them mane
Yeah, motherfucker gotta learn there mane
This is the name of the Capital
Uh
Those stupid asshole gotta pay bro
For what they did yeah
Yeah you gotta make them pay
Because you're brave bro
You're a lion, them r pussies
This is the dividal, yeah
Equalizer
Great equalizer yeah
Big communist, yeah
Motherfuckers gotta pay y'all
For what they did
To
You
While they stood in silence, and put
Because they're slaves bro
They're slaves of the fucking Moloch
So fuck them too
They ain't no family bro
They ain't nothing
They ain't no thing

Suicidal manes in these graves
Dead boys last forever
Yeah yeah Dead boys last forever
While you don't
Because you cap
And we don't
So you don't last forever
That's legend
The Duluoz’s
You won't last forever
While we do
Because we're one
And you're not
Uh uh, that’s the blues
You miss the blues homie
You ain't nothing
You fucked up in the game my baby
So fuck you too
And your whole clique

Stupid prick, tu mi capish
This is the reaturn of the beatniks on the road baby
I'm gonna bring my homies with a new cadillac

This is my fucking mission bro
You cannot really get it
Think you're really fuckin up in the game my brodie
Tt I'm gonna fucking kill your homies
I'll kill your brothers
I'll kill your sisters
I kill your families
This is my promise yeah
I'm gonna fucking kill your babies
I'm gonna fucking kill your babies
I kill your fans
I kill your mommy yeah I'll kill your daddy
I'ma kill you bro
I kill y'all, stupid motherfucker
You cap
Cap
You capped in the game bro
I'm gonna fucking be the slayer, uh uh
The return of the main mane
The return of the king of the beatniks
Again and again and again
And again

You fucked up yeah
In this shit I'm gonna fucking slay y'all
Uh uh cut throat, y’all
Yeah fallen goth, y’all
I'm gonna fucking desert y'all
Desert your minds
Are we brothers?
I kill you sisters
I kill your daddies
Yeak I'll kill your mothers
I'll kill your mayors cause you can't
Because you fucked up in the game my man
You already know
I'ma rapresent the new future
Of the fucking continents
Five continents against you and your jazz
I'm gonna fucking kill your jazz
I'm gonna fucking kill your elite
Stupid fucking logos, bitch
You gotta erase them shits
Erase them fucking albums
Out of the fucking industry
Fucked up, baby?
I'll come back with my homies
Revolutionary crazies yeah
I'm gonna fucking slit your thoat
Triple six on your forehead
Eternal the Jack Duluoz
It's Duluoz, not Doo-loo-oz, stupid ass
Are you dyslexic or something?
You and your fucking nazis, bitch ass niggaz
I'm gonna kill you or something
Yeah th is my promise on the road

What is the meaning of soul, mane?
You ain't nun
You ain't got no soul, mane
Yeah you leave your brothers in the fucking dump
So you ain't got no soul mane
You're nothing
You ain't no rebel
You ain't no fighter
You ain't no boxer
You ain't no roman
So fuck

(Blues)

Hang a Pig
Three could go
Three could go
You stupid prick wanna fuck with my whole crew?
Desert clique
Triple six

CS4 NO WEEK (INTERLVDE/TRVST ONLY K2MINATI) <sad music>

EXAGRAM NO 12: STAGNATION
THERE WERE SOME MAYOR ALEMANNO'S N DIDDY'S PIGS IN COMPTON

LYRICS
You ain't got no loyalty and I got no respect
This is what we sound like
Mi vuole dissare?
"Chi è quell'artista di Repubblica?
Che se n'era partito in America
Ed è tornato con le sue rime?
Chi è, eh?"
This is for the fuck up.
Yo
You motherfuckers on the run
(Bitch boys!)
We gotta fight them all
In the biggest rap battle of the century my bro
Shut up Gabri Gibra And demential DJ from Neffa and Deda
Shut up you too, little motherfucker
What you think, I'm here playing chess with you, asshole?
I'm not playing games
I'm not shutting up, bro
I dont like you speaking bout my aims
She says "You'd need some band... You need some diesel"
Well I ain't got no diesel boy
You One, two, three and four: fight.
You didn't understand what I said
And you wont understand this shit boy
Because you cant even speak a proper english
So, better like this
I dont like when you undertsand me bitch
Bitch boy bitch boooy
Bitch booooooy
The snakes in the desert
Are gonna die tonight
Because I reallly don't like your mood tonight
I didnt even think about this backstabbing tonight
SO Im gonna fight fight fight
Be my ghost
I aint got no time for you hoes
I'm gonna walk my road alone
As I did before
And I will do it again hoe
Because I dont like you
I dont like your brothers
I dont like your mood
I dont like your logos
You... you erased your logos right?
You did good.
Because that was just the work of a hoe, Brooke
The work of a hoe
SO ride motherfucker bitch ride
The work of a hoe
Ride motehrfucker hoe ride
So let me ride tonight
Because we on a mission
Mission toinight
Mission from God, motherfucker
You think you're playing with me?
I play no game
I fuck you
You your brothers and your band, fucking hoes
Aw, manes manes
I really got sick of you tonight
Im gonna cook my pasta and go to sleep tonight
Cause I was patient (before I heard you bullshit)
Patient
Before I heard your bullshit tonight, hoes
And I aint gonna stop 
Because my mission from God is my mission for your kids too bro
And I did it for me I did it for you 
For your mothers and fathers and for your brothers too so fuck you
And your mood (V.I.P.)
Fuck you and your fucking blues
Fuck you and your fucking brothers too
Your copying my style
Your stealing me shit
For all I did for you, Brie?
And to all you 
Stupids 
Stupid motherfuckers
Im gonna fuck you all in line yeah
Out off of my city you gotta ride
So run run far tonight
Come back in north Italy and byebye
Im gonna say bye to all you hoes
Im gonna ride you out of the city and out of these nations
Out of my hifi
Stupid hoe
(BLUES)

Written by M
Music by GAs
Mastered by Sony and Ch
Re-mastered by Carhead for Rep3rgvng 2024

DIESEL NO WEEK (KENDRICKLAMAR DISS/1TANGO W/SAINTD3ATH/INTERLVDE) <gasshawty>

written by m prod by nace mastered n mixed by freenel n sony

Hitting the streets
Every other fuccn day homie
I’m gonna ride the streets
Of my city Rome baby
East-Rome riders
Any dan/any night
Working 24/7 at my coffee room, right
I’m a yung boy niga
But still, I ride I’m gonna conquer ur city
I’m gonna be bigger than ur whole clique yuh Fuccn pxssy
Every other fuccn day yuh, making money I’m gonna be rich one day m
I’m working 24/7 with my homies
I’m gonna free my homies, bae
I wanna rise my good to the next level
(Next level)
I’m gonna win the city m
I listen to the Mary-mary’s beats, but still
She gonna eat my dust one day
I’m gonna have my face painted on the walls of the whole city mane
I’m gonna conquer the whole nation
New kings for the new neon generation
And here we go
Baby hidey hidey ho
Yung niga I’ve got a soul
I cannot sell my homies
Stupid police
I’m gonna dxe them all
They wanna take my block
But them cannot have my soul dude
I’m gonna win over
Yung city/yung riders
A new wave homie/we’re bigger
We’re gonna conquer the whole world Taking/over
My baby, I’ve got goth-boys on the roll
(On the roll)
I got the 20/20 vision
I’m gonna see further than these nigas
I’m gonna find my missing pieces Recollecting my old memories
I’m gonna have a family of my own, one day
Im Gonna hit more pxssy, before.
that is gonna happen, bae
I need more money
More work
I can’t pay my rent
But I promise u I’m gonna be rich one day hxe N (no homo)
i’ma Die
all u, die (all u)
I’m gonna win over
This is the new city
D3dboyz niga
We’re gonna dxe homie m
East-Rome riders
One day
I don’t give a shi bout dat TFG
The desertboys Baby
D3dboyz or whatever
Schema societies
I’m gonna win this shi
This is my promise babe

D3DBOY
More pxssy
More girls
Hitting the club late at nite wit my homies
We’re gonna drive slow smoking blunts babe
Roll one more, yuh
I’m gonna smoke untill the sunlight
I’m gonna be alright tonight yeah
I’m gonna sleep tight tonight yeah
Goth boys baby
All night baby
We are alright

D3DBOYZ
More pxssy
More girls
Hitting the club late at nite wit my homies
We’re gonna drive slow smoking blunts babe
Roll one more, yuh
I’m gonna smoke untill the sunlight
I’m gonna be alright tonight yeah
I’m gonna sleep tight tonight yeah
Goth boys baby
All night baby
We are alright

HEXAGRAM NO13: FELLOWSHIP OF HARMONIZING PEOPLE
WEEK 8: MARYLAND
BLUES TENTH (X)

reap3r records llc la ca

OH GOTHBOI <nace>

‘runnin all you cowards out of hip hop’ (cit)

ture intro satan no week/interlvde 
prod m x yoshi/@bigfish12

“Intropippone/when I was but a disbanded teenager at 14 in italy travelling tunnels and secret passages at Night with homies, the crew that wrote the og version of this track here was the only rap group in the ghetto in italy that was worth listening to, closed in my room, it had that dark satanic ritual feeling I loved at night, that lasted for 12or15 identical tracks, indirectly reminding me the satanic s3x cvlt I was inducted into as a child prolly, and also it had dat feeling right for our public schools n a feeling I felt lost with into those afternoons up until we occupied our school during dark winters and beyond - to make fires at night in the deserted corridors and in the high school courtyard under stars - and danc3 - moreover once I got famous the two homos of this band were the only (vip) niggas that gave me a lil heads up when I (randomly) found myself incarcerating the nazi far-right ultra racist n homobi+transphobic Mayor of rome - as the rest of the other italian vips musicians artists illustrators journalists publishers authors writers and especially RAPPERS started dissing me for that, n out of the blue (ask why? Ask HOW)/Finepippone” LEGEND

all rights to reap3r records, Los Angeles CALIFORNIA 2025 in ordinem neutrum ego te decapito

ture intro satan no week/interlvde (prod m x yoshi/bigfish)

“F.O.R. - From the streets, complete” 
I finna dedicate u this, slow and english

#heaven

for <sketchmyname&vaegud>

Son of the century <laykx>

Thunder. Second single from WAITING ON THE OUTCOME LP (WOTO).
This is from my seventh blues.

Assembler <zach sutton>

THE DARK PIC <drewzs>

FULL TITLE: IS UR GOVERNMENT SUICIDING UR COUNTRY? STAND UP AGAINST THE AMERICAN SUICIDE (PROD. DAVISBEATS)
Saluti cosmopoliti
Ribellati contro i governi, contro Dio
Stand up against governments, against God
Change is absolute
Change is absolute
Te lo dico in italiano, lentamente
Ritorniamo senza che ve ne accorgete e vi liberiamo il paese
vi liberiamo il paese 
I'ma tell you this in italian so you don't understand what I'm saying
We come back to the USA to free Manhattan again, bae
Saluti cosmopoliti 
Ribellati 
Stand up
Stand up against governments, against God
Alzatevi contro i governi, contro dio
Change is absolute
Il cambiamento è assoluto
Cogliti a pensare
Catch yourself thinking
Ricorda il futuro
Remember the future
Remember the future.
_
sgi_ kosenrufu

prod_ Davis
voice over by_ Ginsberg
sgi kosenrufu #phonk

IS UR GOVERNMENT SUICIDING UR COUNTRY (PROD. DAVISBEATS)

dead boy / a whole new level of depression 

I marked them. Ⓜ️
666/in satvn we trvst 
week9maine/70weeks  r decreeed

Instagram: sokagakkaiworld.
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real maf1a/so stfu
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