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PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

TWENTYTHREE SOCIALS
https://www.instagram.com/twentythree.xx
https://soundcloud.com/twentythree777

ROOSEVELT SOCIALS
https://www.instagram.com/rooseveltbeat_
https://soundcloud.com/rooseveltnoise

Ashes to ashes 
And dust to dust
Corrosion overcoming 
I'm covered in rust
Gears of my life
They grind to a halt
Feel like a failure
It's all my fault x2

Bars for the walls in my mind
Telling my friends that I'm fine
Looking them straight in the eye
Everything I says a lie
I don't even know what the truth is
These voices tend to be so fucking Ruthless
Screaming my head off until I'm a nuisance
Wondering when does the god damn noose hit
But nothing ever changes 
Fear washing over me in stages
As my anxiety rages
Feelings electric like Raiden
The hopes for my future are steadily fading
This world was supposed to be mine for the taking
Why do I feel like my psyche is breaking
Anger consumes and my hands won't stop shaking 

Hook

At Fault

At Fault (feat. TWENTYTHREE) | Prod. ROOSEVELT

LYRICS:

Flip pack everyday
I don’t even want the bag
Kick back no way
Boy I’m coming for the plaque
Lay flat no change
You ain’t never had a chance
No cap you stray
Better get up off the mat

Fuck are you? 
Fuck it aye
I’m gon creep in like the babadook
In yo dreams
I ain’t really wanna come at you
It’s yo fate 
Boy I’m finna fuckin stomp on you
Like a Beast like I’m Zeke aye

Bout to slap you out yo polo
You follow you fucking follow
No problem you at the bottom
That collar don’t make you nada
Colada with all your problems
Don’t solve em just watch you fall in
The coffin I fill with toxin 
Abolishing all yo conscious aye uh

You ain’t got no shine
You ain’t go no face
You ain’t got no fire
Boy ya soul so blank
I ain’t got no style?
Give a fuck what you think 
Imma take yo mind
Imma snatch yo chain

Right off yo motherfuckin neck and make a profit 
Just to toss it out the whip to feed these motherfuckers yappin
Bout that guala don’t know nada why you fall in love with cappin
Yeah your posse full of killas? I don’t see nobody flocking

I got, 99 with a lil shotty take yo life
Feel like, Saitama with the fist don’t like to fight
Cause I’m, too quiet it be too easy for Saliva
Don’t, test my kind or my whole kin come for your line 

I got bitches on bitches and I got digits on digits
But it don’t matter you get it? I really live it and kill it
I breathe the fire at your village like Reign of Fire I’m ancient 
Come back to life in a blink and rip out yo eyes I’m entering final form

You ain’t got no shine
You ain’t go no face
You ain’t got no fire
Boy ya soul so blank
I ain’t got no style?
Give a fuck what you think 
Imma take yo mind
Imma snatch yo chain

SOUL SO BLANK (prod. FALLEN)

MOBBS RADICAL- FADEAWAY(PROD. HD$)

written & performed by @blckbrds & @gullyspit
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz & @gullyspit
cover by Blckbrd

LAWN w/ Gullyspit

Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
Pull up in a toga
40 ounces of that cobra
Tokin on some Yoda
Swisher make me colder
Codeine wit my cola
Got a xanny my in my soda
Bitch I pop another soma
Wake up from my coma
Smell the weed aroma
Bet they roll one let me toke up

Fuck you and your clout and shit
AR wit designer clips
Adderol I gotta sniff
Pop a bottle chug a fifth
Washin down the blunt I lit
Close my fuckin coffin lid
Hotboxin the hearse I'm in
Drivin to my final pit
Drop my body in a ditch
Open casket face all split
Can't tell if it's hØllÖws kit
Call my mom "ID your kid"
Tell my pops I'm dead and stiff
Bet my brothers got your chick
Snortin pills and swallow dick
Know your bitch about that shit

Fingernails black
Get it on my stack
Gunners in the back
All the shit you lack
Pull up to my trap
Eat a fuckin mac
Bloody blunts fat
Got an ounce in my fanny pack

Pop a fuckin script and nap
I just want my soul to crack
I can feel my organs snap
Grab a blade and try to hack
Put me in a grocery bag
Cherish all the time we had
I am not in pain at last
Told you bitches that's a wrap

hØllÖw won't be comin back
Where the fucks my album at?
I don't know but here's a sack
Filled up wit some dank and hash
I don't wanna take your cash
But I'm broke I gotta jack
Pull up in my fuckin mask
I don't fuck wit most you cats
Mostly cause you're fuckin trash
And allergies been gettin bad
Jimmy Neutron packin gats
Take your shit then gotta blast
Kick a door in take your racks
Make a profit off your stash
Want it back? Then grab a strap
Pop it when you see me blap
Leave my body lying flat
Let my fuckin eyes roll back
Burn my body paint it black
Rolling stoned and eating tabs

Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm

Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye

GOTTABLAST (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

sunday saber week 87

discord.gg/sundayserver

LOCK IN KID

lugia's cave

lugia's cave prod. saber bourne

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBobglTbWEU

nothing to care about

God's Mistake (Prod. by Red the Maestro)

GET OUT MY FACE [prod. zens beats]

COMING FROM NOWHERE TO ONLY END UP HERE! 

-BLACK $HEEP COUNCIL MOVEMENT
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