produced by @veinnnn
written & performed by @blckbrds x @nikko-nrg
engineered by @tumaggz x Veinn

CROWS DON'T FORGET

Blckbrd x NIKKO - CROWS DON'T FORGET

A serpent thats speaking in tongues, slithering
Why are you flexing fake guns? Interesting 
Black out my body no nun, invisible
Black like the resin, my lungs need medical
Criminal, cycles of torment perpetual
Moving up surgery schedules
Scalpel and forceps professional, technically technical, tec-9 new funeral, different colored xanax it’s beautiful, anything numbing is suitable, new day, same pain, im miserable
Last bar had too many syllables, rewrote to come out more cynical, save face is something Ill never do, who the fuck you think you better than? Who
Dont bump ya gums ill dump my guns, you pumping nun, whole body numb
Ill stomp your son, you meet the drum, you fucking bum, Im one of one
Ill puncture lungs from blowing tons of OG Skunk through fucking blunts
Whys there so much punk bitches underground all you do is front?
Whats shaking? Hit pavement not minding your business
Fuck all the settling differences
All that i want is my version of Icarus 
Misfortune lets torture the innocent
Cross me you get put up on a T not talking bout no shirt
Lately I’ve been locked in on some nasty human butcher work
Headed to my favorite place to bag a brain, display the hurt
Posted like its GTA with RPGs outside the church
Learn
From all the bridges you burned, dispersed in the back of a hearse
You wanna be clever get body parts severed, get put in earth with the worms
This is the sermon
Im barely seen a person, I know that it really could worsen
Live with no purpose, Im worthless, the way that this ends up just send in the nurses 
Please dont resuscitate, please dont reverse this
Swerving the hearse Ill succumb to my curses
Lurk in the night wrap my mind with a turban

From Where I'm Standing, There Is No God In Sight (prod. Curtes)

Circling Terror

Spotify

BLADE

Mouth

produced by: @Skotskr
Stream: https://vyd.co/ClassPresentation

Lyrics:
Motherfucker I have been at it 
Ain’t the same mother fucker from your math class
Posted in the back scribbling shit like a damn spastic
I was mad, smelling like a fucking pack in an OF (Odd Future) jacket
Locked in now I’m a cash addict, no crack rock
Hella rounds is what I blast in ‘em, no buckshots
How much is NIKKO racking up? 
They wonder, oh they wanting to know 
I’m not a person I’m a name 
Vessel without a soul
Put serotonin in your brain, make it drip out slow 
So now you think that we are friends but 
I’m alone on an island like Gilligan waiting or moment to kill again 
Shawty skin color of cinnamon
Between you and death I’m the middle man 
No not a joke like I’m serious 
And at this point like a pyramid, I’m at the top reigning tyranny 
Want them to know I deliberately will not divide any dividends out my bag fucker 
Damn right, get back
I pull the knife out first I got quick hands
You’re damn right I don’t front
I don’t pretend
I’m not a human I’m an audio track compressed to Mp3.
Exported WAV.
Upload it and I got their AirPods blasting my messege that is so 
C-L-E- AR-15  years old when I was dodging doce (12) ducking 5-0
Eyes closed in the V swerving every pothole 
Tonsils were fucking cursed for me to make it god knows.


CLASS PRESENTATION ( prod. Skotskr)

Im sadistic, I’m straight up vicious, no rest for the wicked
Missing on top you bitches with nails in your wrist and
A nail in just where your kicks been, crucifixion
A pigs pen the way that we living, think death is my mission
Pulling up
Black out my body I’m hooded up
The green that I carry be smelling like berries, the strawberry goji I’m rolling up
Like absent father not showing up, theres levels to hell and I leveled up
Damn near a deadbeat, if its getting ugly you know that the Ouija is pulling up, what the fuck
Slamming the gas with my foot on the brake
Making no progress for my fucking sake
Dead is my exit there is no debate, head on a plate
Rapping bout ice like you was an immigrant
Head on a spike if you want to get into it
Come talking money like I was from Intuit
Blow up a stadium just like Vegeta did
Being rich i know ain’t shit but I could afford my fix
Oxycontin or suboxone, what’s the problem if i lived?
If the coffin comes to claim me, its okay I want it often
Often nauseous, vomit toxins, life is what my fixes cost me, begging to off me
Scrape the blade, yank the chain then decay
Don’t obey, end your day, youre dead to me 

Life Is A Game That No One Ever Wins (prod. Dead Retire)

I got this motherfucking rag wrapped round my skull, my torso turning dull
Gorilla pack, rolling sticky, flick the bic and hit the stick
I don’t pass, we aint matching, you burn ratchet, cant imagine
Nothing lasts, give your life up, put your gun up to your neck up, man the fuck up
Let it blast hoe, split open like a trap door
The EMT gon yack looking through the bloody splats hoe
Im in last but Im the only one that lasts, watching these people repeat the past, civilizations come to pass tho
My wrist dripping on the linen, unforgiving, Missing villain, known for pissing people off, like a flame to a moth, guide the damned until their lost, lead them to an open coffin, push them in and lock, hearing knocking from the closet, white lighter in my pocket, Smoking out the cockpit, Im on a rocket, please take me home
Salem Trials adjacent torture methods, dont let me in heaven, death mask for the people talking reckless, Saw the movie reference, wicked ways my lane, insane Im wretched, tempted to dismember everything under the weather, never feel no better
Rejected, respected, Im chopping up at yo necklace
Im acting up on the set list
You on track to get yo neck slit
You headless
Can any of you pussies best this?
Fuckboys dying to test this
Why my name in your mentions?
He must be moving senseless
Restless, no mental check in
Carry weight like a dead lift, the mission of Missing's to end shit

Tongue of a serpent, spitting lies thru ya teeth
When I stomp yo head, they gon scatter on tha street
Ouija whip that Chevy, big mána in tha back
Pull up on yo block n cock that muthafuckin gat 
Blood on my skin, blood on my fuckin clothes
Lookin like a madmane, I'm a fuckin psycho
I don't fuck with ya click, y'all some busta ass hoes
Turn ya fuckin hood into ground zero 
Pagan playa sacrifice ya to tha old gods
Got a bad lil witch shakin ass on tha car
Pull up to tha function, turn that junt to a brawl
ACAB wrote in blood on tha muthafuckin walls

Str8 Up Out The Ouija Board (prod. Sphynx)

jus a lil sum light, served well done 

beat produced by Pedra aka PedrasLostChops 
engineer TBigs

Disappearing Act |prod. Pedra|

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
catch me runnin w my blick 
cuz dallas traffic got me pissed
i wave this burner
rezzy potter, doin magic w that stick
im totin missiles by the fistful
never low on ammunition 
throwin dick up in that bitch 
and throwin opponents in them ditches
hella wicked 

yea they call me young takeshi w it
altered carbon, thats a great watch
yall should probably call the tech support 
i got a fucker laggin from a faceshot
here to bomb em w a rocket launcher 
probably caught his brother w a nade shot
rockin a gun w a tank top
walkin em down now my face hot 

told her shake it, but dont break it 
hollup baby, they know
fuck the fake and fuck a lane
im tryna shake the table
hunnid rounds, i got it stuffed up in my britches
hunt him down, if someone saw it 
then we comin for the witness

got my glock im crossin them state lines 
bullet float, it got hangtime 
stunna flow and that bass line 
got my dobbie throwin up gang signs
i dont fuck around, im no hero
got folks absorbing my steelo
RIP metalface 
im on to better places w a cult to go w my ego

music vid++

black site//terroristic rendition

prod. @skotskr
Stream: vid.co/amphetamine

Lyrics:
Let’s jump right into it 
First off I’ve been a suicidal monster since I was 17 
Fact check it 
I’m supposed to be dead but yall still listening 
Why’s that? 
Got amphetamines in my raps 
Ion need no battery in my back 
From these cappers yall love to gas 

Boy I been alone 
Real shit 
That scalp you got on you im boutta peele it off
Real quick 
Fuck with me baby I’m boutta pop off, kill shit 
Your ass fat on my dick 
I hang my gat outta the whip like wassup you pussy bitch 
Already told you
Marching out like a soldier 
There but can’t see me like a ghost 
Ten down are all of my toes 
Saying they hit me, wasn’t close 
Head tapped and all in my scope 
Blood spilled I make a toast
Yall moving weight 
We moving bodies not no dope 
Yall got us mistaken 
On my block we pushing skulls back giving heart attacks 
In the fields where all the crows at 
Scared em cardiac 
Y’all watch how we move but can’t do what we do nah 
How the fuck am I supposed to bloody up this room huh? 
Bitch don’t call me cuddy call me cousin if it’s true yuh 
Keep it in the family, call my dagos 
What’s the move ? 
Make a puddle in your shoes 
Disrespect gon get you lessons that you wouldn’t get in school 
Listen up, game on my back I pick it up 
Wrist like my dick I get it up 
For any bitch with lips that’s big enough 
Talk that shit I’ve had enough 
Not baking cakes I batter em 
Ill rip your face ademantium claws
Fellatiate all the meat on my balls bitch 
 

Let’s jump right into it 
First off I’ve been a suicidal monster since I was 17 
Fact check it 
I’m supposed to be dead but yall still listening 
Why’s that? 
Got amphetamines in my raps 
Ion need no battery in my back 
From these cappers yall love to gas 

Yuh like wassup 
Bitch I’m a 1 of 1 
Want a 1 on 1 
I’ll fuck you up 
Purposefully spilling blood 
And I should’ve known that it was all cap 
Standard fronting 
Living no raps that you bounce wavs on muhfucker 
You just talking shit, let your fans know it before you fuck em over 
Tuck and roll 
I slap on a bow, to your coffin get you dead and gone
Put you on a poster I’m -pposed to 
I’m on a roll 
And I’m wanting head from your bitch 
Heard it’s honor roll 
An honorable mention yuh 
I’ve been going up like I’m in air suspended 
Is you down to buck? Or you buster? 
I bust up imposters 
Stuart, if you talk or you rat
You get fucked up (yuh)

AMPHETAMINE - NIKKO

AMPHETAMINE (Prod. SKOTSKR)

First collaboration between Istasha and me.

STREAM EVERYWHERE -> idm.fm/byracka

prod Istasha, Nimbustwokay, Lord Gasp
Mix master by Lord Gasp
Artwork by Istasha, Buvard, Lord Gasp

LYRICS 

Lord gasp intro:

Self starvation
Alleviate my pain
Im roller coasting
Kiss death with my two eyes closed
A bad bitch with a lethal dose
cradled by jaw clenching
Carefully salting the wounds
now does it sound drastic
Preferring me over you
Can’t be surprised its crashing
there was more signs in the sky pointing out 
than there’ll ever be bird wings

Istasha verse  :

Cyclic
Mind splat when the vice hits 
Intact thought sat where the sky sit
Cyclic, cut, scythe click
Let the metal hit  the grass 
And Despite this 
What i want 
What I’m on
Reap, eat, die 
Crescent get it done 
What I want 
What I’m on 
Two sides of a coin in a pond 
De sat; White clip
Fuckin with the Wiring 
Cut it, need a second of action don’t need a 
Sidekick 
Blackout, Sight dip 
Automate entirely 
A tired light, uncertain on principle 
Like twice slit 
What I want 
What I’m on 
Sow my feet down deep then I 
Can keep calm 
What I want 
What I’m on 
that purge my being on the spot type shit

Lord Gasp verse:
Sorry i fuck it up issa classic
Tired of soaking up in my acid
Calamity tightly sewn in my fabric
Burnt out , drape all these bridges in my toxic sludge
Depravity tearing away my sense of trust
I rotted my psyche away, turnt into curdled pus
i gut- gutted my heart out for you maggot sluts
leeches, boggus, sever the scum

Lord Gasp bridge :
Cradled by jaw clenching
Carefully salting the wounds
now does it sound drastic
Preferring me over you
Can’t be surprised its crashing
there was more signs in the sky pointing out than there’ll ever be bird wings

Lord Gasp outro :
Rip my limbs
And leave me split into segments 
So you can pick where my flesh sit
For y’all to feed off, you leeches 

Istasha outro:
Heavenly absorbed
And I swallow the last of the puddles
Sittin covered in a black interval 
Suddenly 
I’m up until planets fall out 
can they die 
Break the word

>STREAM<

Byracka (with Istasha)

✨Creator of @outcastblock 🌙
https://soundcloud.com/outcastblock
🌙888-111✨
Love me or dont...this is my deathnote

AMPHETAMINE (Prod. SKOTSKR)

NIKKO

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