DJ MANICAN
https://soundcloud.com/dj-manican
t.me/dj_man1can
Instagram: dj_manican

SAWCREWGER
https://soundcloud.com/og-boo-key
t.me/sawcrewger
Instagram: sawcrewger

Part 1 (SAWCREWGER):
If i staying in the game
Leading bitches into mess
Kicking fuckboy's ass
Need mo' diamonds in my chest
По району движусь ровно
Кроссы светят, посмотри
Со мной на связи мои homies
Я сияю изнутри 
В карманах dimebag'и
Мне звонит мой старый plug
Разговоры за пустяк
Предо мной сладкий косяк
Я видал много бешеных голов
Они пускали с носа пар
Каждый день здесь текла кровь
И кто-то пропадал
Wigger задолжал за caine
За ним хвост, он в бегах 
Вражеский opp палит в кустах
Ugh-Ugh-Ugh!
Hunnid reasons fuck the world
What the fuck lame wants from me?
Catch a stunt and break the law
I speak only P.I.E

Part 2 (SAWCREWGER):
Завернул дерьма в базуку
Оглушает ультразвуком
Залип в старую игруху
На стритухе pull up, бьюсь я  
Три звезды, но я спокуха 
Парни крутят кольца в мячи
У нас поединки вместо игры 
Нет времени выдохнуть, нужно идти
Дым выдыхаю темнее ночи
Игроки на блоке, сука
С нами на связи старшие OG
Кому надо знает нас, мы игроки
В спину нам палят злобные псы
Со мной моя clique, и мы не одни
Я раскидал палки, руки в крови
Item цвета зелени
Брокколи на весы
Они не смогли нас перейти
Но я смог их обойти
Катафалк на парковке в музей
Внутри него прячет членов картель
Bam-Bam-Bam-Bam

STAY HIGH FEAT. DJ MANICAN

Hypnotized-Ft.REB(Prod.Pure Anna)

NO LUV

Creepin Onna Busta W/ FVDXDMVNE [PROD.666KXLE]

HOCKEY MASK CLICK 

- CRAZYHOUSE PRODUCTIONS -

LIL GENOCIDE X FVDXDMVNE X REBMANE - HOCKEY MASK CLICKN' (prod. DJ MURK)

SMXKE AN OUNCE (PROD.INFERNO PURGA )

JUNT666 FT CHAINSAW MURDA (PROD. ONTHARIDE)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/60M0emXJ1JjRIzvJWpLjdT
AppleMusic: https://music.apple.com/us/album/half-life-scriptura-single/1826240548

LYRICS: s𝔱𝔢𝔭 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔪Y 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥
𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔞K𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲
ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱
𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔩𝔬𝔠K 𝔱𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ𝔪 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫
ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔠K ℑ 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦K𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡
𝔅𝔬Y 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔡
𝔇𝔬𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢
𝔍𝔲𝔪𝔭 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔫𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 ℑ𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢
ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢
𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥
aTE a 𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔰 ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫
𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞 𝔫𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔫 g𝔞𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔩𝔶𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔞
𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔣 ℑ 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥
𝔐𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔶𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔪
𝔚𝔥𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔶𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔬 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱

HALF-LIFE / 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑨 (PROD. DJ $IX)

Pop out the whip with a pistol grip
I pop out the whip with your bitch on my hip
I- Pop out the whip with a pistol (pop out the)
Pop out the whip with a pistol grip
That motherfucking yayo
Going straight up to my head
Got some assholes tryna blow my high
I might just shoot them dead

I pop out the whip with a pistol grip 
I pop out the whip with your bitch on my hip
I'm pulling up with a blunt in my mouth
And some white on my bills and I'm sniffing it up
That motherfucking yayo
Going straight up to my head
Got some assholes tryna blow my high
I might just shoot them dead
Sending niggas to the med
Trauma center covered in red
Oh you think you so well read
Then why can't you escape your death
Why can't you escape the bullet
Ripping tissue in your back
Why can't you escape the storm
And thunder of my Mac
Writing epitaphs in this track
With your family dressed in black
Creeping up, stalking like an apex predator
With vicious strikes to be exact
Unpredictable my method of attack
I'm finna catch you when you lack
When you least expect it thunder
Then your vision cut to black
...
And then your vision cut to black
It cuts to black you finna go so matter of fact
Gonna get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
In a casket six below and lowered slow
You getting whacked

Go and get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
In a casket six below and lowered slow
You getting whacked
G-Go and get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
G-Go and get your skull
Go, go and get your skull cracked

Go and get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
In a casket six below and lowered slow
You getting whacked
G-Go and get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
G-Go and get your skull
Go, go and get your skull cracked

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

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Bad Guy (Prod. DJ $ix)

written, performed and produced by marcello

Samples Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

lyrics:

Today was fine, I guess, I got some work done
Not enough.
A few brave strangers stopped me
On my way, said hi, met my eyes, and asked
How I was, and I lied every time
Bleh, meh, eh, le, a little depressed, eyyy

Every manic motherfucker on this earth
Thinks they’re the messiah at some point in their crazy career
The millennial preacher downtown was dressed all black emo like me -
(I get pissed every time I remember I’m a cliche)
He screamed he used to be a madman but
Now he’s sane and saved because of Jesus.
My brother in Christ, have you tried lithium?

He screamed about sin and evil, all the sinful evil
Ruining the world, such as weed, pornography, alcohol, etc.
Not nuclear weapons, climate change, imperialism, income inequality,
the legacy of colonialism, the endless consumption - no,
What brought human civilization to the end of the line was porn and 420 blaze it
Fitting

I wanted to tell him, sorry dude, you’re still a madman
You’re just following a madness that enough people share.
I understand: you got tired of being alone
Madness is like currency - the more people accept its value
The more it becomes useful.
Accepting Christ might save you, but it won’t save this world.

I didn’t say anything, of course, dude was on a roll,
I stood across from him, met his eyes and smiled
He looked away and changed his tune,
Now it was about the Devil, how he is evil,
How he walks among us, but do not fear, his time is coming up,
Which I found kind of rude,
I haven’t even started yet

the devil



I Just sparked one up 
It's time to put ma mind at ease 
All these words inside the smoke
I hold don't choke if i don't breathe
keep a gat right next to me 
WICKed john keanu reeves 
I got dope for hoes with golden noses choppin up a key
She gone pop it for a G
 Playa made the team 
All this snow is froze no tremadol 
They call me mista freeze 
Been a dawg im off da leash 
 Flashing off ma teeth 
Bit they ass i broken em off 
and paid em back w beef 
(Hook)
(This shit be really reel 
I can't get up off tha hook 
Got em fishin for a line
But just know that's all it took )x4
I told em all not to fuck with me 
Pussy ass bustah keep ducking me
Lil bird got me sharpening cutlery 
When i find em you know this shit fun to me
Lil soldier he play with the gunnery 
Had get to this shit it didn't come to me 
It all started with bone thugs and harmony 
Now im out here im picking the money tree 
Im in ma zone
Doing this shit I keep going 
The 40 looks sick when its chrome
Lil homie gone know 
call it a slippery slope
They say that im sick in the dome 
Im smoking this strong 
7 inside the cone q
hopiing this shit burning long
They call him capone 
you know he still be the don 
 The one that came outta da slums






HALF-LIFE / 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑨 (PROD. DJ $IX)

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