DEMON SQUAD FEAT. FILTHYWAYZ & NOVISION PROD. DESTROY PLUTO

How Industrious.

Lyrics:
I just spent a bag on some bad things
Pop a little bit and now i feel like I am lapsing
I be going up while they Crashing
Hit me for the work and didn't realize I'm taxing

Scratch my skin it peels off me
Whisper in this state appealing
Speak softly
I feel great I feel cocky
Lot up on my plate I take my meals promptly

It's a little fucking difficult to operate a function
Throw them fucking hands then get to Swinging to concussion
Fucking losing it like you been trapped inside a dungeon
Body needing more but it jus suffer a reduction

Money on my mind I got his bitch just fucking eyeing me
Preach about my worth and fuck her raw I Call it irony
Swear to God my sense of reason seems to be just idling
556 gon flatten out his block like we be ironing

Walk out, bitch, my top is finna drop down
Territory filled with the stench of fucking blood now
You ain't part of the mix, your getting tossed out
And I been high as a bitch, I gotta come down

I make this shit look like it's easy
Its ok your man wants to be me
I can't see wit u underneath me
And I feel like you been all depleting

BAD THINGS [PROD DUMBCHILD]

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COKE & COWARDS [prod. ARAGOTH]

https://soundcloud.com/gigipolar
https://soundcloud.com/the0000

Get it Done

Get it Done W/ GiGi Polar

Ig:
the one and only @missingfactxr
featuring/artwork: @spiiral_
produced by @rulz.on

Factxr:

Lets keep it a buck!
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain’t nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens yeah
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace,
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

they in the need to see doctors
When i am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked it
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Spiiral:

put aside your forgotten means
got no time for lobotomies
i’ve been doing reconnaissance
and there’s nothing inside of me

been unlucky as of lately
feeling so hazy
black cat crazy
yuh, ay

put the foot to the floor
watch out now i’m hitting the dash
don’t hang round me, leave silently
no cos you’ll never last

going too fast, amphetamine
feel it deep down there’s hell in me
reaper watching, too loco
now this is my epitaph

locked deep down in the grave won’t find me
ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
souls exposed to the light, unkindly
in the quicksand, you’ll stay untimely

demise i relight this war
bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
decline i feel like i’m lost
saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh

SPOTiFY

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

MUSIC VIDEO

NOT FOR ME (Prod. SHNEAKY X OMXNEMO)

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j

featuring: @Istashathescrub
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

(NIKKO)
Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? I'm a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

And that’s how I’ll squeeze the blood out a bitch
My tongue got em ripped 
Posted with a gun outta state with hoes in the back 
Telling me they love all my shit 
Im mad fuckin lit 
I could get you mans fuckin slid 
I rock up my wrist yeah
Im not the one, but I’m bout my tools 
Always loaded on me, like I’m liquor on a cruise
You need to face that I have won
And you’ll always lose 
But that’s just cause I’m better and I have something to prove 
Yuh I serrate my chain so I can whip brains out em
Find a tree and let ‘em hang on it 
They swinging like playground
Wait like what’s with all the hatred they ask me 
You wouldn’t get it huh 
They can’t sthpit how I spit and it is fucking pathetic 
Yeah im fed up with these lames 
Run a hundred fuckin thousand out the bank before you claim that we could ever go toe to toe
Noticeable that you can’t 
Interlope into their earlobes and they spread it like the plague 
Came to bring infinite pain 
I'm the baddest fuck you saying? 

Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? Im a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

(Istasha)

Generated like CG 
Mirages and FIJI water
Don’t feed me
The problems they repeat 
Your goddess she bleed when she weep and it’s tragic as fuck 
You drank out the tire of sludge 
The ground where your high as the mud 
The flowers don’t grow where they should 
If you lying you dying 
So I would never ____ 
Got miners to dig you up 
Full of fractures racking up 
With that hemoglobin your cup 
Let them wagers take a loss
I got cobras in my gut
Let the venom go to waste 
Don’t forget
If I give a fuck 
Feed the nog
Take a Picture
My features all Fake 
Hit my core 
For the Fissure 
No heaven left 
Safe 
I’m a dog in a pit
Ugh I need a noose 
Sacs All My parts 
Still Kickin
No bucket No plate 
Duckin

REBEL

TALKING TO GOD

TALKING TO GOD (feat. Istasha)

written & performed by fxckjamie & vvs
produced by ezrah & akvri
engineered by fxckjamie & creek
cover art by fxckjamie


(Lyrics)

[FXCKJAMiE]

Down another bottle to the face
I’ll never cut off 
My brain is my own enemy and 
I’m about to shut off
The whole entire system of my body, wanna fuck off
But if I fail at first then I’ll just 
go grab my sawed off

I ain’t got time for you 
I got my demons here
I’m tryna get em away
and make another year
I got a dead beat god
I swear he never hears
A damn word I say, he left me bleak and drear

Always torturing my mind
Probably dead, don’t feel alive
Im controlled by parasites 
Been through this a thousand times
Knew the cost and paid the price 
Feel like I’mma end my life
Said I wouldn’t but I might

Oh no 
I’m lying on the floor
All I wanna talk is payment
why you the fuck they act sofamous x2


[VVS]

Head banging
Chain swanging
Fuck it, got my chrome singing
If I talk my shit make sure you turn your fucking speakers up
Head banging
Chain swanging
Fuck it, got my chrome singing
If I die today, I swear to god you wouldn't cry for me
Or try for me
(bitch I been in the dirt)
Six feet deep, don't mind me creeping
all black hearse got mom still weeping
Tryna kick these habits but the voices getting to me.
They talking like they friends but I treat them like they enemies.
Drop it
Flip it
Run it back
Drop it, while fumble that
If I wanna stay alive I keep that chrome blade attached. 
Feening for the kid cause I got it figured out, if I spot em, just weep em. 
I can always air it out.
I just pull up and I drop it, I can always map it out.
Laying on the floor dead, fuck it paint the walls red

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

MISSINGFACTXR