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Creep witta nine, 
down az fuck smoked ah dime,
cuz I'm pissed fulla hate,
time to muthafuckin die. 
So I ride, 
witta tha 9mm on ma side, 
no remorse from the gate, 
just another homicide , 
imma killa from tha wood, 
gotta rep ma fuckin hood,
Catch ah hoe what iz good,
To yo grave get tha boot
Born wit hate n some rage,
Shoot u wit ma fuckin gage
Just da dogg inna cage
 holdin mutha fuckin weight

Killin dem off u fuckin bitch, 
0 shells up in tha clip
Body stackin gotta dip
Witness yellin holy shit
Come n test ma fuckin nuts
Out da kut smokah blunt

When da smoke way to much
Keep dem windows fuckin shut 
Cuz I'm Rollin off ah pill
Muthafuckas know da drill 
When I'm sniping wit da skill
king of tha fuckin hill,
Bangin shots when I kill
What's is beef wit no grill
On that real,
This that DoomShop shyt
know da muthafuckin deal

Cursed - King Of Tha Hill (Prod. AKOZA)

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EVILMANE x 6TH$ITHLORD - MURDER ON THE WEAK (PROD. $MOKEGOD)

SMOKEZ STILL HEAVY PROD BY AKOZA

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ONE DAY ( RIP CHAD BUTLER - 12/29/73 - 12/04/2007)

FUCK U

Cover Art; TOON
Produced: YUNG GRAVE$
Mix n Mastered: GUERO

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HEX -
just in time
just in time
creepin with the fuckin crobar
knuckle up Im in my prime
leave ya body fuckin fubar
sins has just commited crimes
super villian alter ego
posted outside of the depot
with that fuckin weapon mane
I caught you fuckin slippin mane
this aint a test
yo bodies flippin
send that lead right thru your chest
I gift you that
eternal rest
this stage is done so dont you play
time for you to fuckin pay
watching as the mac it spray
you cannot fuck with the tundra mane

JUXTAPOSED -
juxtapose occult
come and join the fuckin cult
whispers are the key when speakin in a room thats filled with cloaks
twisting all their tongues to speak in ancient words of code
lay yourself down on the altar
feel your soul bestowed

HEX /// JUXTAPOSED

1000 Demons

HAVIN SOME FUN

talkin like you fuckin know me
nah you just a fake
always been able to spot these yellow bellied snakes
chop the head and watch it squirm
did it just to reaffirm
Im no joke 
Im wrapped in cloaks
I creep in silence
past the sirens
crime scene
mothafucka a dope fiend
why these fuckas so keen
finna catch a blade to the neck
bottom of the wreck
want to flex
wont you check 
cock the tec
throw that set
was a threat
not to fret
wipe that sweat
cash that check
tundramane has got that paper
taking out these perpatrators
call me mad max like a raider
cuttin deep its like a razor
remember these fuckin words
little more than just a verse
cross me twice Ill do ya worse
send you off inside a hearse

LISTEN UP!

blade is swanging lower than my nuts
its fuckin death or bust
I dont fuck with these bustas
cause they cause a fuss
that I dont fall for ponzi schemes
id bust you with a beam
before you get my money
feed your drug addiction
fuckin junkies
yeah I bet you hungry
stayin posted myself
Im doing nothin but excel
like tommy wright a one man gang
whippin like a bangarang
back and forth youll feel the pain
victim of another stang
tundras bout to bare the fangs
send you off with just one bang
here it comes its tundra catch an ice pick 40 times
I live in filth I came from grime
flexin at the function
bodies drop in triple time
same thing every fuckin time
tundra strikes its on a dime
set in place a paradigm
you cannot fuck with the mystical phonk
when Im bumpin it reppin it
henrock sippin it
takin my beats im fuckin rippin it
zip it up
ship it out
hit it up
blow it out
fuck it up without a doubt
underground Im all about
never need a fuckin clown to tell me what to pay him now

ANOTHER STANG

PROD. BY ME
BIG THANKS TO https://soundcloud.com/baker-beatz

BAKER -
When I was just 14 smokin funk to triple six 
I go into my fuckin mode
And blast off deep in the abyss
Just a disturbed youth problem child acting 
Wild never thought that he’d become the voice 
Of hatred homicidal 
Serial mentalist echoes of a voice exists 
All up in my fucking head I’ve lost my mind 
To this shit
Crawlin slow times froze early days they last forever 
Now I’ve grown time has blown 
Past me rushing to the end of all these miseries in sight
Forces guide me past the light deep in darkness where I like 
The weak they fill my appetite 
I break a bitch these evil deeds they lead me closer to hades
You think I fear that make believe 
I grin and laugh at your beliefs 
Casted shunned to a world 
all I have left is my word 
I break The barriers of silence with the verses of unheard
With the chants from the shadows 
Spectral’s give me all my power
Watch me click into this psycho 
All this land I shall devour

SINS -
please dont fear the death thats coming
reaper summons
torturers lament accompanies your last descent
and all the circles now content
we feed it victims
its our mission
cleanse the earth of all disease
its done with ease
I brokered with the devil for a fee
and now Im free to swing my blade
the mark of cain is burned inside brain
Im twisting back and forth
the pain is deep inside my veins
Im forced to gather souls of many
man kinds on decline
this bloodline wasnt made to last
we kill ourselves
we killin others
in the name of empty prophets
watch them profit off our pockets
up until the sun it flickers
sweeping tundra cross the earth
and still you listen to the perverted and 
twisted sermons from these vermin
singing god will save
nah save that shit for someone else who eats it up
and chokes on empty promises
were just a spec of dust 
irrelevant to the universe
I reimburse the knowledge
only death is at the end
so lay your head and rest my friend
allow the torturers lament accompany your last descent

EVIL DEEDS (FT. BAKER YA MAKER)

Styx x Ace $now$ x Kyanite - MostDead (prod. CRIMSXN)

flexing like I been born dead
I tear these godheads at the threads
you made your bed now lie in it
your words Im never buyin it
the tundra manes so blasphamous
I break a fuckin pacifist
an underground of activists
we thrivin like a masochist
we break the fuckin laws mane
we let them fuckin balls swang
bumpin with that phonk bang
cobra creepin bare them fangs
Im filled with venom like my mental
tempermental
twistin words
its juxtopose occult
transcendental past the 4th dimension
predates the invention of the flame
I put yo fairy tales to shame
you only have yourselves to blame
religion is a lie
made for you to choose a side
centuries of warfare fought in names of god
well whos the fuckin devil now?
disavow ancient proverbs of the past
are made to keep you in a caste of hatred
of your brothers and your sisters
all nine circles represents
what it means to be a mortal
open up a portal to the gates of hell
and let your suffering just go and quell

NINE CIRCLES

https://soundcloud.com/apoc_krysis

bustin a fake and you left in the wake
of destruction
eruption of everything sacred
forsaken the spirits
you wasted your precious life
talk about do or die never to rectify
always to mystify
what is the tundra mane
does he just play the game
with the intent to maim
focusing energy
life in a jeopardy
duckin and divin he does away enemies right
picky picky mothafuckas
beggars cant be choosers
9 millimeter or the 45
I take you for a ride we going lake side
drag yo body to the waters
murky bottom
dead of autumn
feelin solemn
no it wasnt personal
I take a job thats workable
chop it up and thats a fact
these slugs are for your cardiac
you sprintin like a quarter back
i follow like a spectre
collector of bones
I turn to ash
only live to fuckin thrash
takin out the fuckin trash
light it up with just a flash
cannot be fuckin 
with me when it comes to the jump
whippin the stick
with a click and it thumps
reaper be waggin his finger he beckons 
to come
ready to plunge
fallin thru a sea of flames
nothing left for you to claim
flesh from bone its quite a shame 
your life was just a claim to fame
now your nothing but some dust
and trust me when I say its just a game

DONT COME TESTIN - (PROD. APOC_KRYSIS)

come and test a fuckin master
undertaker from the dungeons
creepin with that heavy thunder
bet you didnt know its tundra
better go and run for cover
gettin colder in the summer
makin moves Im burnin rubber
creepin underneath the radar
poppin up a fuckin stunner
supernatural energy
I summon up the effigies
you cannot match my synergy
the black magic causin havoc
passion for the darker of the arts
Im poppin off the charts
and trust me when I say its just the start 
power like a daedra heart
I pulled out of the soul cairn
started as a low born
promised all the power of the ancients 
patience for a thousand years
penchant for the strike of fear
fancy for the necromancy
bone and steel they cross each other
cast that spell its just to crush em
destiny is resurrection
cast into a plane of retrospection
life is just a vision
nothing ever done in vain
forced to walk these mortal planes
harvest power like a flower
take me back to dark domains

Kk

Nagilux'