Prod zyller + Zepelin
Mixed by aragoth 
Cover by https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

PROPHET X MANA - RIDE WITH THA 9

EIGHT OF SPADES

CRISIS

Out of Luck

Home Invasion

ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS BY BEARDED LEGEND

LYRICS:

My boy, why have you gone so suddenly?
Taken away now from me,
This world can be so ugly,
But you are beautiful.
Someday, I know I’ll leave this dumb place,
And you’ll be waiting for me,
With all those I’ll be missing,
For now I’ll keep on living,
In your name,
I’m loving,
And helping,
You helped me,
Love little things.
I’m healing,
I’m healthy,
I’m crying,
You’re with me,
I feel you, 
My love won’t fade.

I MISS MY FUCKING CAT!
BINXY BOY, COME BACK!
I MISS MY FUCKING CAT!
BINXY BOY, YOU’RE MY SON FOREVER!

I LOVE YOU, BINXY!

I MISS MY CAT

UNDENIABLE (PROD. OCD BZICCA)

HEAD HUNCHO

CEMETERY RITUAL (feat. Apoc Krysis)

prod. Painhunter

COLD 

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Lyrics - 


represent
faceless on my set

represent
faceless on my set

represent
faceless on my set

on my sesh shit

represent
faceless on my set


I got that mane like gucci
she got that meat wet sous-vide
head in a black suv
blowing that back like Houthi

stand on my stack like uzi
no hand but i go for the max that's goofy 
won't get attached don't fool me
boy i been droppin these mags don't push me

i make her pussy stretch like luffy
don't play me that bitch read like seuss
you want to trip step on my mood
that blade to his chest
play with my food

you don't got a breath that take
what i do
no bitch you a pest
pain what i pull

flow river i'm straight
stains on my suit
cold flushed but the
drugs laced in my food 

aye

stick that get it by 6
i shot like 4k get it by fall
she don't like new funds
metal my switch
i gotta step racks
don't get at my fault
taking my reap
gold set at my feet
falsetto my teeth
grind pure 24

don't settle my wrists
don't settle my piece
don't settle my bliss
don't settle my soul

i spoke to god and he wept
seen all the stripes on my tec
i suspect

i ain't got time to obsess
i do not sleep know i get
i what i set

measure my worth
by the hurt in my chest

the earth i invert
to convert those to death

measure my worth
by the dents in my vest

the last and the first
on my sermon i rep

shi

I got that mane like gucci
she got that meat wet sous-vide
head in a black suv
blowing that back like Houthi

stand on my stack like uzi
no hand but i go for the max that's goofy 
won't get attached don't fool me
boy i been droppin these mags don't push me

drop that op shit (shit)
folded seats (fall to see)
lookin empty whether
heavy where i been (where i been)
fuck yo options (shit)
what i seek (what i fiend)
in the blizzard
froze
waiting for my reach

(foe my peice for my)

its a dead world
bitch said
its a dead world

ice around my neck
cant replace
the blood i spent
i said

its a dead world
bitch said
its a dead world

Concealed Carry Caress

An alternative version of malevolence's lyrics, but with more! Just some more timber for you guys, ill have some all plats drops soon


YEAH SCCCRRRRIIPTZ


I need to break free
Feeling like an animal shelter are these pleas
Praying for a break in this dark happening
Stripper bitch on my dick and her name is Kimberlee 
I make the timber  fall
Engulf it in the flames
Im another mecha-gnome with a genie on the scene 
Casting DMT in dome, with 30 milligrams
Im in a mech I told you all, gatling cannon on your dreams

S+ VVS on my motherfuckin chest
187 on the reverend - bishop dead ide kill for less
Yeah these bitches aren't worth a dime, I found them on the left
Turning right before their death, what the fuck is even left??? Fuck...


Im fucking pissed to rest
I need a fucking rest heh, I need a fuckin rest...
Sleep was (be)'fore my time, 
And now we walking lead dead
Wild wild west in a world turning red red...
Play it...


JUKEBOX, playing in the blood got the rouge talk
Tellin them to take out the GUAP 
Need that juice in my motherfuckin blue cup
Got the boost in the back of my tuner
Chop off another roof do bazooka
Domes flyin home, choppa sawed off to the root
Stuck up on some sweats, yeah I fucked the pussy loose
I'm a Nephilim (I'm a Nephilim) 
I'm white and im SOOTHE

STRIPPER OF NEPHILIM (PROD. DISTRO)

EMPTY ON PURPOSE

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This isn’t about clout or chasing likes. It’s about building something real, bigger than the system, bigger than ego.

Every track is dedication — no copy, no paste. Every beat, every sample is chosen with intent. This is creation.

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So don’t hate me. Hate me only if you fear the vision.
Ask yourself: are you just listening, or already inside it?

EMPTY ON PURPOSE

NO FACE LEFT

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