prod. @slvg420

LYRICS:

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

Calling shots, I’ma pop, no pistol,
Show you what I’m doing in the future, no crystal,
Eyes on the prize,
I’ma take you for a ride,
On the rise, I’ma shine,
Like a tree full of tinsel, yeah,
Said they cannot see the vision,
What do they know?
Fake it till you make it,
Or I put you on the payroll,
Try to take ‘em higher, 
But them bitches wanna stay low,
Try to use the legend,
Motherfucker, I’ma say no

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

Been a menace,
Using it for leverage,
Know that time’s precious,
So be careful how you spend it,
Counting on surroundings,
You better count your blessings,
If I’ve never seen it,
Then I know I can invent it, yeah,
So active, it’s a call to action,
Anything you’re lacking,
I bet that I can have it,
Somewhere in between Mr. Scrooge and Bob Cratchit,
Doing what I gotta with or without any backing, yeah

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

THE DIRECTOR (PROD. SLVG)

REDZED – HALLOWEEN GRAVEDIGGER

Strangers

BONES - .Exe

LYRICS:

In search of change, to America they came,
As they stroll off of the boat, they know that nothing is the same,
People gave them dirty looks, as if they ain’t humans too,
All the courage that it took, see emotions bleeding through,
Put a gun into their hands, tell them “Fight for Uncle Sam,”
They ain’t treated equally, but they are free to die in bands,
Don’t understand the language, so you view them as dangerous,
Put innocents in cages, made sure they never made it, testing patience

Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco)
In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno)

Here’s a little known fact, 
Italian immigrants got lynched ‘cause “they mixed with the blacks,”
Know that down in New Orleans, 1891, it was March 14th,
Eleven men were beaten, some stripped and hung by demons,
Bludgeoned and shot, left bleeding,
Then left to rot, stopped breathing,
You see, back then they would say,
We’re not white, like shades of gray,
But as time went on, shit changed,
Kissed their ass to pave our way,
And there’s more to this story,
No background’s worth ignoring,
There’s people still enduring the discriminatory bullshit

Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco)
In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno)

This country was built from death and suffering. The land was taken from the Natives, Africans were made slaves to build it from the ground up, poor groups from around the world came here for a new life only to meet similar oppression and poverty that they tried to escape. Even now, in the modern day, people are still searching for equal rights and treatment. It’s up to us to cut the bullshit and make things better. Make sure that all the people who suffered and died throughout this country’s history did not do so in vain.

IMMIGRANT (DA ITALIA) [prod. bearded legend]

DRIFTING VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1zHmKoIjgE



First track off of my upcoming EP "GARMONBOZIA" which will be released on 5/16.

prod. @gvllow

UNIDENTIFIED (prod. JO$HEATN)

KILLSTATION - EXTINCTION

Kamiyada Mayonaka たちの または - TaleOfAGhost (prod. The Virus And Antidote)

$HOT - GOSHA

EXECUTIVE PRODUCED BY COMMADEE FROM THE UK TO LA
#CHOSINFEW

BONES - .Exe

mistah nap$