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GO RUN UP THE HOMMIES SHIT @STEMODITY DP GANG 


FT. @STEMODITY
prod. @ISTASHA

LYRICS:
[stemodity]
crawling my way out of a place that stays veiled,
dripping with blood infused with the feeling of betrayal,
somebody's gotta win at the end of the deal,
turned over to the wolves who give a fuck how you feel,
there's ones who break their bones and scrape skin for their next meal,
we're ones to break phones and complain about chemtrails,
can't wash away the shame like blood on the staircase,
finding life a drag, nobody called it a fair race...

wishin for a ticket to get over the nightmare,
got you rotting in your mind, you turn around and it's right there,
leakin, bleedin, screamin, jumpscared by peripherals,
lil stevie can't seem to get a grip on the meaning of control,
sorry bout the sheets,didn't mean to get the blood soaked,
liquor won't wash away the sin but the floods will,
I don't got no problem finding out the vibes
inside the room im leavin soon to my tomb 'fore the doom ensues...

[BRUXISM]
Take Ls and tell tales, (tails),
I'll take heads,
two face(d) bitches with fake nails, and filler in their lips 
Yeah You talk shit, not gon' drink your flavor aid it's toxic,
Don't you look back, right on sight you'll turn to salt bitch,
Uh oh!
Uh oh!
Who's that? who's said what I say ain't sell?
Blowing up my phone like Ted Kazinski sending mail,
Night flyer, cryptic cryptid mystifter,
You can watch the shadows in your cave all you desire,
Scratching the itch, antihistamine,
Listen see, follow my words like scopolamine,
all you need know is not knowing's enough for me,
Others seek knowledge, acknowledgement,  sympathy,
I just kill in cold blood on some Gacy, Bundy, Dalmer shit, 
I am Bruxism's complete lack of humbleness
When the hunted turns hunter you'll learn the word plunder,
it burns, the church crumbles,
the hunchback of nothing,
So sick, I can barely speak, look into my eyes,
Pollution is online and Digital our time...

Border/Line Ft. Stemodity (prod. Istasha The Scrub)

@XZARKHAN

Sinizter:
Bitch I’m straight up out that crypt like I was Tutankhamun
I drag yo body down to hell no bitch you not survivin’
I am descendant of Ymir, this is Attack on Titan
You hear them war cry’s in the distance Armageddon Rising

Yeah born out the darkness, molded
Like I was Bane I quoted
30 rounds come out this choppa dump the mag reload it

I got these shorty’s fiendin’
She want that Apex Demon
I cannot bow to no one else ‘cause I’m a fuckin’ heathen

XZARKHAN:
Sin pass the pack
And ima quarterback the pack
Send out forces to react
And blow out pieces from there back
Jack up shit like floor jacks
Ar10’s 2 door mats
If the power grid collapse snaps
Fuck there town on horseback
Drop in take your sovereignty
Execute so properly
Keep a calm camaraderie
For none alive is policy
Vicious turning violently
Soldiers moving silently
Fearless in my tyranny
Our squad is onto firing
Took your town to ironing
Got you while your idling
Ac gunship piloting
When we ride the lightning
Flying feeling threatening
Our sound it is deafening
Missile reload settling
Its Nagasaki leveling

Sinizter:
Bitch I’m straight up out that crypt like I was Tutankhamun
I drag yo body down to hell no bitch you not survivin’
I am descendant of Ymir, this is Attack on Titan
You hear them war cry’s in the distance Armageddon Rising

Yeah born out the darkness, molded
Like I was Bane I quoted
30 rounds come out this choppa dump the mag reload it

I got these shorty’s fiendin’
She want that Apex Demon
I cannot bow to no one else ‘cause I’m a fuckin’ heathen

Armageddon Rising - Single

Armageddon Rising

SPOTIFY

Sinizter & Xzarkhan - Armageddon Rising (prod. Luna & mode$t0)

Send A Message W/ Fxckjamie (Prod 6a6ayaga)

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shade666apollo/

Ft. @twentythree777
Prod. @clipthat
Mixed & Mastered by @xstitchmusic
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/dieserfreigeist/

Lyrics:
You ain't hard you ED
I am outta this world no ET
If you want beef come and see me
Don't do it behind a screen g
Come press you like a MP3 'cause bitch you just stay ridin' waves
You a fake and a lame and I will be your fuckin' fate

You ain't hard you ED
I am outta this world no ET
If you want beef come and see me
Don't do it behind a screen g
Come press you like a MP3 'cause bitch you just stay ridin' waves
You a fake and a lame and I will be your fuckin' fate

Then I will come dig up your grave
Chop your body up put it in the cement I'mma lay
In my path as I continue to pave my own way
The trail I'mma blaze filled with death and decay
Time to defecate on this game filled with lames
Who all soundin' the same
And I'll punch a punk rapper's face uh
Watch it bleed as it breaks
Put a bitch in his place you a fuckin' disgrace uh
Your whole life is a waste
You should quit rap today
Claim a crown you'll never have I just took that today
Actin' apex till I turn you to prey
The Fifth Horseman known as Shade
He said he gon' blow up
Pulled the pin tossed him the grenade

You ain't hard you ED
I am outta this world no ET
If you want beef come and see me
Don't do it behind a screen g
Come press you like a MP3 'cause bitch you just stay ridin' waves
You a fake and a lame and I will be your fuckin' fate

You ain't hard you ED
I am outta this world no ET
If you want beef come and see me
Don't do it behind a screen g
Come press you like a MP3 'cause bitch you just stay ridin' waves
You a fake and a lame and I will be your fuckin' fate

Really put you on a TV
If you fiend it then come see me
I'm not trusting anybody
Seems like all of you been CG
I keep it where I don't need
I hear these voices like it's 3D
See ideally if you want it
Then go take it oh-so-freely
Burn the lobby up body shots
We could run the one-on-one
I don't want the help
I'm sleeping on my health
No time for love as above
Talking to myself where I've been leaning on
So below the mud
I'm crawling out to rest inside the sun

You ain't hard you ED
I am outta this world no ET
If you want beef come and see me
Don't do it behind a screen g
Come press you like a MP3 'cause bitch you just stay ridin' waves
You a fake and a lame and I will be your fuckin' fate

You ain't hard you ED
I am outta this world no ET
If you want beef come and see me
Don't do it behind a screen g
Come press you like a MP3 'cause bitch you just stay ridin' waves
You a fake and a lame and I will be your fuckin' fate

XIII

Death Tarot

Spotify | Apple Music

Death Tarot ft. TWENTYTHREE (Prod. CL!PPED)

WONT RELENT - W/ NUUTELLA (prod NetuH)

@mvzi
@deathguardmob

cover art by: @fxckyoujamie

Imma make it to the top
I will give it all I got
Heard these rappers talking bluff
I stay ripping off their tongue
Wanna see my brothers up
I won’t stop till I’m a god
But I’m simply not enough
But I’m simply not enough  (x2)

I just want my momma to be proud of her own kid
She’s thinking that the devil has consumed him deep within
Maybe she’s not wrong, he’s a loser, living life in sin
Duo with the serpent in his mind, not regretting it

Maybe I’ve went numb, maybe I’m the one who’s gone insane 
I should up the RUGER, to my dome, blow my fucking brains
Baby I’m a crow, you don’t want me, that’s all I can say
Never been the guy that’s for you, wouldn’t want to bring you pain

First on my wishlist, death never miss it
Feeling like an nuisance now my middle name misfit
God will not miss this, tired of this sickness
I’ll be rotting in the soil where the sun can’t reach, I’m hidden

I’m too scared to talk about the feelings I’ve been hiding 
I wonder if I’m day dreaming, cause I’ve been feeling tired
Wish I never missed my chance cause she’s a fucking diamond
I’ve been stuck inside my mind, I can’t wait til that shits silent

Imma make it to the top
I will give it all I got
Heard these rappers talking bluff
I stay ripping off their tongue
Wanna see my brothers up
I won’t stop till I’m a god
But I’m simply not enough
But I’m simply not enough  (x2)

RISE UP (Prod. FALLEN)

GLASS TEETH

prod. istasha

LYRICS:

TWENTYTHREE:

Leave the head at feet of a tree, no need for it now 
I believe what I’ve seen 
Face in the leaves, so I wait for defeat, 
I’m a mess at the best won’t reach what I seek 
I’ve been out of pocket for a minute 
fall for it first, buck shot if they winning 
Don’t wake, imma die before I finish
No detox, down in the dirt and stay missing 

New stains on a pistol grip 
Follow me I know where we both won’t slip 
Bitch, new blade, this a house made shiv 
Running out of place and I pray I don’t trip 
For a minute, till I’m back down 
No brain in the last round
Stay awake, new stage for the hand out 
Chains hangin’ in the way of a packed crowd
I’m a lost cause, full frame on the flat ground

Fall back, no false track, reload until I fall flat 
Stay on that, all combat, they talking just to stall facts 

ISTASHA:
Dead but I pay no fare
Hopping on boat like I just don’t care 
Stay swimming in the river 
One taste don’t dare
Never waste away 
On my grave, I swear

I don’t mean to paint you up in any way
You feed the pain
Your colours gonna fade
Like gradients 
Your mind away like it’s awol 

Leaves that froze on my skin never grow 
Canine teeth 
Grab the throat up to my neck 
Fill the rope

TWENTYTHREE X ISTASHA - GLASS TEETH

LYRICS:

Undead Ronin:

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

Had a dream that I was taken to the heavens
God is fucking dead and angels rotten eating off him 
Religion is a fallacy
My blades are told in prophecies 
I’m god of death
And god of war
No man can fell this monstrosity 
Magick Kult shit
Rituals of blood bitch
Got a problem with my crew
We breaking bones bitch
Back up back down
You won’t make it out
Split yo fuckin skull
And take yo body down to hell yeah
Spread death spread hate
Till the pain is gone
Spilling blood out on the floor
Until the break of Dawn
Undead undone by the dark sun
Pussy wanna talk talk talk till his brain gone
Wanna fight? wanna die?
Ain’t no way that you reside
I’m a motherfucking monster
With a blade on my side
Poser wanting clout so he gon hit up my line
With a lie on his mind and his brain in my sights

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

SHXLO:



Undead Ronin:

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

RITUALS OF BLOOD (feat. SHXLO) [prod. Undead Ronin]

Prod. Roosevelt 

Lyrics:

You make me nauseous subconsciously 
Toxic oddity probably 
philosophically bother me
Kill em all  When they stop the beat
Like the fall of hierapolise
time to face the dichotomy
Of your putrid anatomy 
please don't even be mad at me 

Fuck it I'm twisted so offensive
Watch my rims spin from the prison
Mind your business pussy bitches
Or I'll put my dick in your britches
Never fuck with lame ass snitches 
Cut em up they left in stitches
End them oes with the quickness
Bodies turning up in ditches 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

I’m the type to sell money, still flip a profit
Said I’d do it and I did it, I must be a prophet
Ghost out the tomb, levitate from coffins
Rose from the dirt and I started walkin’
What I’m cookin’ in the booth, deadly concoctions
Shut ya mouth, listen up when when the king is talkin’
Or I might reverse pickpocket a live grenade onto you
Said you’d blow up, now let’s watch it 

You the type, can’t do it, you just knock it
Pull out a pistol, forget how to cock it
Brief hesitation then I get to choppin’
Scythe cut you up like katana through margarine
I can’t believe it’s not butter
You don’t know about Shade, go and ask your mother
Sure you got the gist when she bit her lip, eyelashes fluttered
Monster under your bed while hide under covers 

Ain’t even human, I’m just undercover
Skeleton, flesh suit
Witch in the booth
Barricade, I charge on through
Mr. X from RE2
Got infinite styles, all better than you
Every time I step in the booth
My demons are wooed 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

Bitch I came back with my  blade
I lost myself again
When I got up every night I tried to not forget
Took a while for me to take a breath and burn the flames
Calmed the chaos in my mind I'm ready to start the tape, bitch
When they wanna me go back
I make attack, go breaking bad  
Bake a new track for you my fans
I'm spending so much when in my lab
Waste your life every time you lay and hate another man
Every minute of your life you're getting closer to the hell 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone


Skorn, Shade Apollo, $witchblade - deadZone

Sink into the dead of night
Demons come alive
Belly of the beast don't you dare slip inside
Ain’t nowhere to go
When your body froze
This a lucid nightmare all up in your dome, oh no

It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

Sleep paralysis
That demon sitting on your chest
Watch him gently reach out, arms akimbo
Gripping around your neck
Bite into your flesh like a motherfucking cannibal
Tryna yell out for help 
But no words come out your mandible

Look into the demon’s eyes ever so closely
Recognise you in the presence of your very own ghost
It tryna take you from this world and bring you some place else
Where you don’t feel no pain or feel insane no more

DEAD!
 
You gon feel the pressure stabbing in, no acupuncture
When the entity is crawling in your motherfucking stomach
 
Ahhh
Making your way out the simulation
Is it real or hallucination?
Now you deep in the void 
Hear the beast make a noise
Ain’t no time for no hesitations now
To go toe-to-toe with your ghost
Ain’t nobody gonna take control but yourself  
Gotta break, gotta break, gotta break out this cell
Kill all these creatures and get out of hell

(GASPS)

Sink into the dead of night
Demons come alive   
Belly of the beast don't you dare slip inside
Ain’t nowhere to go
When your body froze
This a lucid nightmare all up in your dome, oh no
   
It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

▶️ LYRIC VIDEO

DEAD OF NIGHT 🌙 Prod. DAEGHO x IMMORTAL 🌙

get it all back when you wake up fazed,
sick of those days when you act insane no pay no play,
bitch I'm just broke not brave,
jump in the thick no save,
I got a go...
Don't look back on the road,
left that shit back home,
c'mon make me feel bold,
I got tricks of my own,
old dog with a new bone...
I could never pivot I'm in it to win it
punching past the limit so livid I'm living,
you could've really had it all,
now you ready to settle for really anything at all...
bitch better rep your set,
go ahead place your bets,
pump your chest,
better yet raise your fist,
make em all hear that shit,
say you ain't sick of it,
little boy you a man now picture it,
no innocence left just wickedness,
cold indifference,
mind so villainous,
leave no witnesses...
always keep it steady you the man now,
nothing left to do but throw them hands now...
If they want beef say fuck em
if the want smoke say fuck em
IF they wanna go say fuck em
if they talk shit say fuck em
always stay low stay ducking
if they play games say fuck em
if they drop names say fuck em
if they throw shade say fuck em
always stay cold stay strutting
If they want beef say fuck em

fuck em,
a'int nobody  tell me nothing,
fuck around and end up bluffing 
you a snake little bitch go ahead say something,
you should really know your place,
come face to face with the the hands of fate,
I'm a man bred from hate, 
already dead,
what do you think you could say?

yeah okay bitch,
I do not speak your language,
you cannot say my name bitch,
you and me we not the same bitch,

always keep it steady you the man now,
nothing left to do but throw them hands now

If they want beef say fuck em
if the want smoke say fuck em
IF they wanna go say fuck em
if they talk shit say fuck em
always stay low stay ducking
if they play games say fuck em
if they drop names say fuck em
if they throw shade say fuck em
always stay cold stay strutting
If they want beef say fuck em

RISE UP (Prod. FALLEN)

MVZI

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