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prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS x Dante Swan

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

First things first i burst in flames and curse your name, never tame sure, faces on a plain shirt
In my lane curve, 2 shots just to make sure
My whole passion is rapping this ain’t game
worm
Squirm, you got some things to learn
How much of your body can fill up this urn?
How much of this fuckboy are we gon need to burn?
Watch his corpse crumble, stomach starting to turn
The boy Ouija, avoid bleeding, the sharks need it
I coined evil and force people with medieval 
Torture methods with swords Im reckless I breath diesel
The opposition get in positions thats known as fetal
From my weed eyes bleed survive these when i squeeze
Tightly your mom screams it can’t be it can’t be if can’t be
Is that how you really feel? I mean
With this flow so quick slow might implode Im so sick
Theres no if its when will i blow theres no tricks
Stand ten toes in an instance, have your whole team froze 
A failed abortion bred for extortion forced upon this world the devil wont endorse this
Porcelain made people the melting pots enormous
Death is so important take your life enjoy it
Can you motherfuckers hop on a beat and not lie?
Can you motherfuckers hop off my meat and not cry?
Every time I tasted defeat I revive
Protect ya neck, or bleed for me
Don’t sweat the technique it’s not sweet b
Wrap your head in bed sheets best believe the
Funeral starts with heavy hearts indeed
Everybody wanna act and rap and cap in that
I am no exception to the fact, this shit is wack
Make metaphors bout shit that Ill never do
Like raping a bitch, taping the shit then make it a clip
I know the money have you changing n shit, fake with the clique
Yeah bitch not me
Your tranquility tranquilize and hypnotize
No military the metal heavy I terrorize

The Missing People Menace Sneaking Weapons In Heaven (prod. Cultxre)

BED ROCK +PROD. K.V.N+

i hide a 44
inside of my coat
when i’m in your zone
when i hit your phone
do you see my bag
do you feel my soul
do you want my cash
do you want my bones
i fly to your club
and slide through your veins
just like a new drug to drive me insane
incite a new hex 
put passion on me
now i’m in your pants, your pants in my brain

pull up, no, i don’t give a shit
i want all the smoke, they gone still let me in
30 and you broke it don’t make no sense
worried bout a player, boy pay yo rent
hit you in the face with a mouthful of iron
we could leave the place right now get live
seen me in the room what u bout where u ride
heard they wanna shoot and they all gone die

im a vagabond with this bitch
i got a bag of bones in my whip
just made a rack im lonely and rich
everyday alive i ride wit my stick
everything’s a lie, i’ve prolly been dead
cus you can see the scars surrounding my neck
roam through the world a walking nomad
i make every song like it was my last

they know me as loat 
she don’t need my name
she give me kisses on the face 
like it’s real cocaine
got half a milly in the bank
rocking silver chains
cus i won’t never wear no gold
less it’s in my teeth

girl i’m writing love letters in blood
you won’t find them
labels tryna sell me a cut
i won’t sign em
i never really gave no fucks
i burn mileage 
show me how you run out of love
i won’t fight it

got a skinny bitch
ragdoll
bring her friend
that’s a tag along
(LOAT! what you got?)
a centerfold
i got xanax i got fentanyl 

and my soul just shot a missile
common sense will tell 
you bitches artificial
bought this bitch some loubitins 
and she build me a monolith
all pockets filled they bottomless
to break my nose and cartilage 
the moon will kiss the stars
the night i find myself an artemis

i hide a 44
inside of my coat
when i’m in your zone
when i hit your phone
do you see my bag
do you feel my soul
do you want my cash
do you want my bones
i fly to your club
and slide through your veins
just like a new drug to drive me insane
incite a new hex 
put passion on me
now i’m in your pants, your pants in my brain

i hide a 44
inside of my coat
when i’m in your zone
when i hit your phone
do you see my bag
do you feel my soul
do you want my cash
do you want my bones
i fly to your club
and slide through your veins
just like a new drug to drive me insane
incite a new hex 
put passion on me
now i’m in your pants, your pants in my brain

in your zone (prod. sphynx)

Stream: https://vyd.co/apostle
prod. Michael Link
Lyrics:

Rolling rolling rolling 
Got my stick tucked up what - are you gonna do if I come through and touch ya
Is you gonna roost and call the Jakes like a punk?
Or is you down to shoot it out with me and kick dust up

See since a little young I have been bout my buck
Keep two clutched up front
Fuck him up
If he duck, uppercut
Cut a punch split his lip, leave him layed
Let bro taste curb
Shovel dirt in his grave
I get em done up, that's why I get payed
Traverse the earth spitting verses of pain
For what its worth I would hurt em again 
Yuh, y'all go ahead and get buttered up
Imma keep moving, know what is what
Get hit from the back like a sucker punch
And when its too late y'all be bloodied up
What the fuck you think I keep it tucked for 
Pistol packin, end up in a blunt rolled
Block is hotter then a fucking charcoal
Head is harder than you playing Dark Souls
Who could stop the kid like only God knows
Im an apostle, spreading the world through my tonsild
These fuckers bad yeah they awful
Im here to off em 
Holding the weight in my palm
Drop and erase like a bomb
Ring the alarm, ill let em know its a problem 
Split em pack em then hes gone
I want em harmed, dead like he was in th e gospel
Im a profit this a psalm 
And its assault 
Lock me up imma keep knocking
Im a profit this a psalm and its assualt
Lock me up imma keep knocking
Noggin splitting
Give em a smack cause they all my children
Keep screaming only God can here it 
This a deep end only I can swim in 
And as of recent only I been hitting 
Im the villain winning 
Mad as fuck that I ain't got no ceiling 
Wishing that I wasn't fucking big as I am but I'm out here

Rolling rolling rolling 
Got my stick tucked up what - are you gonna do if I come through and touch ya
Is you gonna roost and call the Jakes like a punk?
Or is you down to shoot it out with me and kick dust up


Buy APOSTLE

APOSTLE (prod. Michael Link)

Hosted by @scream.rap on instagram
Stream: https://vyd.co/ScorchedEarth2

Buy SCORCHED EARTH 2

STIFF (prod. Michael Link)

Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoDisaster
prod. Michael Link

Lyrics:
I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

Yeah we rock 'em and roll 'em up 
About this I'm not joking like I actually swear to God
Once they say that its up in the the sky and its fully stuck
They want be in the block I pull my cock out and tell 'em suck 
Without a feature you won't make it? 
Boy I don't give a fuck
Bitch you gotta pay for this dick to get fully up 
Lowkey im a slave for the tits and the koolie but (butt)
It Ian;t about the pay so I truly don't know about it 
My AR hit from range 
I bring the pain to these motherfuckers
They think that I'm insane I'm killing hoes by the dozens 
I like to chop it up in bundles 
Call 'em blood like my fucking cousin 
And I just killed another and another your mothers brother even know the name 
Boy im OG like your fuckin uncle 
Tell me what my knuckles smell like
Belt the buckle hold pipe up 
Snake fucks put this venom in em like viper 
Light work cut they power off no LIPA 

I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

Buy DISASTER By NIKKO 

DISASTER (prod. Michael Link)

Stream: https://vyd.co/nikkoredalert
Lyrics:

Red alert yuh imma - let the truth hit you fuckers 
And I bet it hurt 
Wait how all your streams from the desert? 
Tell me how that work
Just like your heads in your ass 
Guess your fans Ethernet cables plugged into dirt 

Should split your head but I’ve been trynna be a better person 
Lesser hearses 
What they tell me 
“Ease up”
Yeah right 
I literally would fucking die first 
Biting the head off of your favorite rapper 
Appetizer to me 
My words just spiral burn into your fucking forehead
3D 
Yeah we live in the flesh 
And bro I’ve been waiting 
To put your pussy ass to bed 
The ground your rightful estate 
There’s not a letter in the world of ant motherfucking name - that I won’t put in the grey , throw in the grave 
Every God has been slain 
What up? 

Red alert imma - let the truth 
Let the truth hit you fuckers 
And I bet it hurt 
Wait how all your streams from the desert? 
Tell me how that work
Just like your heads in your ass 
Guess your fans Ethernet cables plugged into dirt 

Riding -round with dirty money on me I’ve been through it all 
Hitting licks and throwing pussies -round like a medicine ball 
Kicked it with the worst of the worst 
Was just shy of snatching a purse 
Used to fantasize about hemoglobin soaking through shirts 
Uh I went from flipped sticks to flipping verses 
By I’m a better person 
But don’t just take me at my word 
Look how big my crowd and all the legions of outcasts emerging 
You don’t want go bar for bar 
Army with me start a war 
Whip my dick out, fuck the world
Mines the biggest of them all 
Thousand years of shattered mirror karma from the chaos I have caused 
But through the terror and the gauze 
Will you still love me baby? 

RED ALERT (prod. Michael Link)

ARTISTS: ZILLVH, SXNOROUS & Skreigh
PRODUCER: CESSIR

MOST WANTED! (W/ SXNOROUS & Skreigh) (Prod. CESSIR)

“No handouts, fam... all grind...”

Let Me Run It (prod. Drum Dummie) by JayDaYoungan & FG Famous

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

RED ALERT (prod. Michael Link)

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