*APACHE

PROD BY @PXLSE @AKVRI

LYRICS:

SHATTER DREAMS, BREAK YOUR FACE
ON THE BLOCK NO DISGRACE
BENT ON CHAOS NO ESCAPE
BETTER RUN OR MEET YOUR FATE
AY, BETTER RUN OR MEET YOUR FATE

IM A DEMON YOU CANT STOP ME
BLOODY VISION EARS ARE BUGGING
WEAPONS COCKED, 

DEATHSLEFTHAND, COLD KILLER
SPIT YOUR BLOOD, GRIM CHILLER
LOADED GUN, NO FILLER, NO THRILLER

I GOT DEMONS IN MY HEAD
NEVER SLEEP, ALWAYS FED
ON THAT LIQUOR, ON THAT BREAD

FOUR FIVE LOST MY SOUL TO THE STREET
TAKE A HIT, FEEL THE HEAT
CHASE THE HIGH, FEEL COMPLETE
BUT IT'S NEVER ENOUGH, CAN'T DEFEAT

RUNNING FROM THE SUN
CHASING SHADOWS, ON THE RUN
DARKNESS CALLS, NEED A GUN

DEATHSLEFTHAND, ALWAYS NEAR
WHISPERS IN MY EAR, EVERYTHING CLEAR
NUMB THE PAIN, SHED A TEAR
BUT I'LL NEVER BE CLEAR, DISAPPEAR

FATAL [PROD. PULSE x AKVRI]

+5107

LYRICS:

FUCK THIS, FUCK THAT, FUCK EVERYBODY MAN
IMMA SHORTEN YOUR LIFESPAN
IMMA CANCEL ALL YOUR PLANS
IMMA ARMY OF ONE MAN
HANGING ON THE CEILING FAN
U BELONG IN THE TRASH CAN AYE
IM A ARMY OF ONE MAN

IMMA SHOOT THIS BITCH UP
I DONT REALLY GIVE A FUCK
YOU DONT REALLY OWN GLOCKS
YOU DONT REALLY TAKE THESE DRUGS
YOU DONT REALLY SPEAK THE TRUTH
U AINT NEVER KILLED SOMEONE
IMMA SHOOT THIS BITCH UP

FUCK THIS, FUCK THAT, FUCK EVERYBODY MAN
IMMA SHORTEN YOUR LIFESPAN
IMMA CANCEL ALL YOUR PLANS
IMMA ARMY OF ONE MAN
HANGING ON THE CEILING FAN
U BELONG IN THE TRASH CAN AYE
IM A ARMY OF ONE MAN

FUKK THIS FUKK THAT [PROD. PULSE]

prod @xlandfill

(intro)
ay, yuh, ay, aye look, yuh

(hook)
barbed wire 'round my baseball bat
bitch im ready for combat
ill find out where you live at
ill make sure you wont come back
im clothed just like my soul bitch - all black
fall back
dont care about ur feedback
k9 unit - wolf pack
(x2)

(verse)

barbed wire 'round my baseball bat
bitch im ready for combat
ill find out where you live at
ill make sure you wont come back
im clothed just like my soul bitch - all black
fall back
dont care about ur feedback
k9 unit - wolf pack
dont care about ur feedback
k9 unit - wolf pack
underground maniac 
throw it back
watch me crack skulls like im zodiac
hold me back
before my rage is jumping back
heart attack
get arrested
cardiac
axe in your face
lumberjack

(hook)
barbed wire 'round my baseball bat
bitch im ready for combat
ill find out where you live at
ill make sure you wont come back
im clothed just like my soul bitch - all black
fall back
dont care about ur feedback
k9 unit - wolf pack

(outro)
aye wowow ay yuh idk

BARBED WIRE [PROD. LANDFILL]

SURPRISE

LYRICS APACHE:

AYE ITS THE CHOPPER GUNNER
THE BLADE RUNNER
FUCK YOUR GAMES THIS AINT THE SAME FUCKER
THE BLOOD SUCKA
CUT YOUR CORPSE UP WITH A PAPER CUTTER
MAKE YOU SUFFER
AYE, ITS THE CHOPPER GUNNER

YALL AINT BOUT SHIT
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT

YALL AINT BOUT SHIT
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT

REST IN PIECE,
SIX FEET DEEP
WATCH ME CREEP
LAY YOU INTO SLEEP
CRUSING IN MY JEEP
DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR SHIT BITCH

THIS THAT TRIPLE SIX SHIT
I TASTE BLOOD IN MY SPIT
I SEE BLOOD ON MY WRIST
YALL ARE HYPOCRITES BITCH

LYRICS DEPTH STRIDA:

MERCENARIES
SPLIT YOU IN A HALF AND MAKE THE SHIRT LOOK
FUCKING DIRTY
THIRTY ROUNDS WILL GET YOU DOWN AND YEAH IM
VERY THISTY
FOR THE BLOOD OF BITCHES OH MY GOD PLEASE HAVE SOME
MERCENARIES
STRIDAWALKING IS MY BUSINESS 
MERCENARIES CALL US MISFITS
PAY THE PRICE OR SAY GOOD BYE
TO YOUR DUMB LIFE IM ONE A KIND
DEACEASE YOUR TRIBE AND MAKE IT MINE AND
I DONT CARE I THINK IM FINE CUZ
YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS ON THE LINE SO
TAKE A STEP BACK READ THE SIGNS
BLOOD ON MY AIRFORCE
TAKE A BITCH INTERCOURSE
STRIDA GOING DAMN HARD
MERCENARIES IS THE SOURCE

CHOPPER FT. DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. PULSE]

prod. @pxlse

lyrics:

walk up to your fucking house
everyone gets gunned down
rookies shut their fucking mouth
when im chilling in the town
come around
knocked out
smash your teeth in no doubt
coming for you no no
fuck you and your stupid clout
fallout, apocalypse
AR-15 shooting clips
60 rounds right at your crib
spray the choppa, let it rip
ready for war
got my dick sucked by your whore
hit the floor
at your door
you know what im looking for
hoe

(x2)

FALLOUT [PROD. PULSE]

merry x mas fuckers

lyrics:

(part 2 of "secure the bag")

yuuuuh
woke up, felt just like shit ya
might just gon hit a lick? nah
loading bullets in my clip nah
got them hollow tips
pull up at yo crib
12 chase me, still got a plan
cant stop me shootin out my van yuh
counter uav cant see me on the map
aim for the cash i secured the bag yah

ion wanna talk bout nothing
i can hear bones crushing
ppl r fucking disgusting
blood running yeah its gushing
im so fucking close to jumping
getting chased yeah im running
leave me alone pls stop it

ion wanna talk bout nothing
leave me alone bitch stop it 
i can feel my fucking bones crushing
ppl are fucking disgusting
yah

PHANTOM [PROD. PULSE]

merry x mas fuckers

@fukksailor

lyrics apache:

woke up early, 6am
imma hit a lick but dont tell fam
pull up, im boutta hit a stain
walk inside, im with my tec
told the cashier give me all the cash
put it all in my duffle bag
say goodbye by emptying a mag
hop out the store and in my van
12 chase me, i got a plan
uav -  i see them on the map
aim the tec right at his neck
cops crash i watch them hoes wreck
i secure the bag
hit her from the back
she give me A1 neck
sippin hi tec
with the triple sec
fuck ur paychecks

lyrics sailor:
BITCH I STAY SMOKED OUT
IN A TRENCH COAT
SELLING KNIVES TO SLIT THROATS
LEAVIN U A NOTE
THIS THE SAILOR BOAT
GET THE FUCK OUT OR ILL MAKE U FUCKING CHOKE

GOT SOME BODIES HIDDEN IN THE SHEDS
EVERYTHING FROM HEADS ON THREADS
IF U CANT TELL, BITCH I AM KILLING ALL THE FEDS
IMMA PUT THEY ASSES INTO BED
WELCOME TO MY WORLD WHERE RETARDS LIKE YOU ARE DEAD

SLIT THROATS
KILL A HOE
THATS THE MOTTO
I BE WINNIN EVERYTIME LIKE THE LOTTO
GOT THE DRUM ON YO ASS LIKE A BONGO
MY LIFE IN ACTION; LIKE ITS SLOW-MO
CATCHING BODIES WITH NO AMMO
BLOW THE SHIT UP, FUCK CARGO
YUNG SAILOR HE BE MOVIN LIKE A SHADOW
(HE BE MOVING LIKE A SHADOW)

SECURE THE BAG (FT. FUKKSAILOR)[PROD. SOLSA]

merry x mas fuckers

@istasha @depthstrida @pxlse

lyrics apache:
u pussyboys wanna talk bout shit u got no clue of
i bet noone got ur back from the people u love
so u better shut the fuck up
tell your bitch to grow up
tell your bitch to back up
i whip my knife and stab ya
put that on the gang
put that on my fam
mercenaries, k9 unit with them sharp fangs
come and get ur mans
come and get ur friend
before i turn this gathering into a bloodbath

lyrics istasha:
Thinking you got bucks
When you're bankrupt 
Ganji attitude and rebel
Till your homeless
Stone cast
To own less

Down when fuck up
Teeth in acid 
ends around 
In the cold
Dig a grave out for gold 

Punished convictions
Done fuck a system 
Submission 
A hollow ward
Can't put subordinate order
It's inefficient 
 
Done but your shit ain't done 
Fuckit got that 
Belt still equipped when you crawl 
Crawl from the crypt

lyrics depthstrida:
all you bitches act so gangsta
throw the pipebomb out the tesla
all this shit is way too messed up
fuck the law eat cops for breakfast
tactic vest made  of kevla
garbage clique meet the reddot
hollow tips for the headshot
leave the place drivin faster
wrum wrum wrum
bitch im drippin i could swim
i feel water on my skin water bending aint no sin
diamonds on my glove call me thanos
silence at your shows better wake up
your bitch wants it raw shes a nympho
aint no more talk enough infos
all you bitches act so gangsta
throw the pipebomb out the tesla
all this shit is way too messed up
fuck the law eat cops for breakfast
tactic vest made  of kevla
garbage clique meet the reddot
hollow tips for the headshot
leave the place drivin faster

TRAGEDY (FT. ISTASHA & DEPTH STRIDA) [PROD. PULSE]

PROD. @PXLSE
FEATURING @FUCKAPACHE
COVERT ART BY WWW.INSTAGRAM.COM/LENFANT_/

LYRICS

[DEPTH STRIDA]

WELCOME TO MY TORTURE CHAMBER
WHERE THE FLOOR IS JUST SANDPAPER
ILL MAKE SURE YOU WILL REMEMBER
THIS HOW I HANDLE TRAITOR

BLACK OPS
RED DOT
INTERROGATION GOT ME FED UP
LETS TALK
BOUT YOUR PROBLEMS I KNOW YOU FEEL MESSED UP
CANT STOP
NUMB THE PAIN WITH A FUCKING HEADSHOT
FUCKED UP LOCK YOU IN THE RED DOT AY	



KATANA DRAGS YOU TO NIRVANA
TIJUANA TWISTER FOR YOUR BROTHER
MOTHERFUCKER STOP THE STUPID DRAMA
STRIDA FLOW  NEED NO FUCKIN COMMA

FLEXIN FANGS  IM A BEAST
YOUR FLOWS WHACK NO IDEAS
YOUR SHIT GIVES ME DISEASE
MY FLOW GROWLING OVERSEAS

DEATH IS MY PROPHECY IM
BALLIN LIKE IN ROCKET LEAGUE
YOU'RE A BITCH DONT TALK TO ME
IM SHITTING ON YOUR STUPID BEEF
DEATH IS MY ODYSSEE
YOU DIE DOWN HERE COME TEST ME
I DONT CARE ABOUT SOME BEEF
CAUSE I GOT CURSED IM STUCKED TOO DEEP

STRIDAWALKING PASS A DUNGEON FOUND A KNIFE AND STAB THE GUNMAN
LOOTING STUFF THAT BRINGS CORRUPTION IM THE GOD OF THE DESTRUCTION
LET ME FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTION IM A SLAVE TO THE SEDUCTION
SOLD MY SOUL GOT ME CONCUSSION IM A SLAVE NO IM A PUPPET


[APACHE]

WELCOME TO MY TORTURE CHAMBER
WHERE THE FLOOR IS JUST SANDPAPER
ILL MAKE SURE YOU WILL REMEMBER
THIS HOW I HANDLE TRAITORS

PUT THE CORPSE IN ACID
GET RID OF THE ASHES
THIS IS HOW IM ACTING
I AM A ASSASSIN 

END YOUR MISERY
MAKE YOU HISTORY
FEEL THE SYNERGY
FEEL THE BURNING HEAT

TORTURE CHAMBER

TORTURE CHAMBER W/ APACHE [PROD. PULSE]

one year ago i dropped "SAINT // SINNER" for christmas, now i got yall again with a part 2, enjoy

lyrics:

NEVER CARED MUCH ABOUT MY LIFE
NEVER DID I EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HAVING A WIFE
UNTIL I MET HER, SHE LOOKED ME STRAIGHT IN MY EYES
SHE SAID HEY THERE WHATS UP
I REPLIED "WAIT WHAT YOU WANT?"
SHE SAID "CHILL IM NO SLUT"
"I JUST THOUGHT YOU LOOKED FUN, THATS WHY I WANNA TALK"
I WAS SCEPTIC AT FIRST
SHE SEEMED FULL OF THIRST
I EXPECTED THE WORST
DIDNT WANNA GET HURT

WE TALKED FOR A WHILE
YEAH THE TIME JUST FLEW BY
I TOLD HER STUFF AND SHE SMILED
SHE HAD A DIFFERENT STYLE
I LOOKED AT HER AND SHE LIKED
THE WAY I STARE IN HER MIND
SHE KNOW IM A DIFFERENT KIND


IN MY POCKET A KNIFE
HANDS SWEATING OH MY
GOD
WHY AM I LIKE THIS
I AM SHAKING OH SHIT
SHES REACHING OUT FOR A KISS
MY HEAD EXPLODING FUCK THIS
I PULL THE KNIFE ON THAT BITCH
I TOLD HER THAT SHE AINT SHIT
STAB THAT BITCH IN HER WRIST
STAB HER RIGHT IN HER HEART OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
I PULLED THE KNIFE ON THAT BITCH
ON THAT BITCH
I PULLED THE KNIFE ON THAT BITCH
TOLD HER "YOU AINT SHIT"
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE

LOVE [PROD. PULSE]

one year ago i dropped "SAINT // SINNER" for christmas, now i got yall again with a part 2, enjoy

LYRICS:

IM STILL A DRUGGED OUT PSYCHOPATH
CANT DEAL WITH MY WRATH
SCARED OF THE AFTERMATH
STAB THE WITNESS MAKE IT SPLASH
BODYPARTS TURN INTO ASH
OVERRATED WHITE TRASH
BUY A BEAMER JUST TO CRASH
NEVER STRUGGLED TO GET CASH

HUMANITY IS OVERRATED
MY FACE IS THE DEVIL ILLUSTRATED
MUSIC GOT MY PAIN COMPENSATED
AND THE SCENE GOT ME AGGRAVATED

ONE THREE ONE TWO AYE YUHHH
SLICE A PIG INTO 2 AYE YUHHHH
BLOWING SMOKE - WINNETOU AYE YUHHH
APACHE ITS IN MY ROOTS AYE YUHHH

FUCK APACHE [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse

"TEENAGE MELANCHOLY" DROPS 20. JANUARY 2020

lyrics:

intro:
ay yuhh
you is next, you is next

hook:
find me sticking in the corner like a spiderweb
patches all over me like i wear a bikers vest
pussyboy talk shit imma break your ribcage step by step
if u talk on me imma gurantee you you is next 
you is next
you is next, you is next
you is next
you is next, you is next
you is next
you is next, you is next

verse:
ay yuh,
fucked up bitch im fucked up
get yo guns up
run up imma run up
find you hung up
outta fear
outta here
imma ruin your career
watch your music dissapear
ay yuh
oh shit oh fuck
my knife is stuck
yeah im always outta luck
thc in my blood 
fuck the laws im driving drunk
crash my beamer, give no fucks
end my life like im budd, like im budd

hook:
find me sticking in the corner like a spiderweb
patches all over me like i wear a bikers vest
pussyboy talk shit imma break your ribcage step by step
if u talk on me imma gurantee you you is next 
you is next
you is next, you is next
you is next
you is next, you is next
you is next
you is next, you is next

YOU IS NEXT [PROD. PULSE]

prod @frdmbeats

lyrics:

get the fuck out my way
bitch u better pray
run out of my line
got a couple bodies in the basement stored like wine
blood drops right on the pavement columbine
mad is an understatement to describe my mind

bitch you better write your will
cuz when i pull up i aint got no fucking chill
when i pull up with my tec in your room
you know imma paint that bitch in maroon

bitch you better get the fuck out my way
yeah u better pray
cuz all i see is red
red like the blood draining out of your head
out of your head bitch 
out of your mind
mad is an understatement to describe
what i feel everyday in my damn life
mad is an understatement to describe
what i feel everyday in my life

GET THE FUCK OUT MY WAY [PROD. FRDM]

prod @pxlse ft @fenrirprod

lyrics apache:
i got that drum mag in my tec
always ready always strapped
always ready to attack
uk drillers get shanked
got the mandem in the back
i know u just fucking act
all my b's are fucking packed
coming with the strap aye yuh

fuckboy bloodbath 
my tool and ur head
always chasing that bread
ay yuh
yeah my shooters fucking shred
i know that they got my back
paint the floor in chrome red
aye yuh

lyrics fenrir:
Shooting bullets through your head 
Paint the city fucking red
U a bitch u fucking dead and u know im
stacked up on the lead 

Move in the shadows u speak the serpents tounge
Hung from the gallows the last breath from your lung
U say that u got bitches but i bet that u got none
All u do is talk about some shit that you cant fathom

Gun em down 
in broad daylight 
U a fucking clown
All i dislike

FUCKBOY BLOODBATH (FT. FENRIR) [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse sample by @serpent000

lyrics:

catch me spearheading the spawn
catch me creeping in the dawn
fuckapache bring it on
meet me in the octagon

hit my line if u need bars
selling drugs is my new job
k9 unit lynch mob

catch me spearheading the spawn
catch me creeping in the dawn
fuckapache bring it on
meet me in the octagon

hit my line if u need bars
selling drugs is my new job
k9 unit lynch mob
remington buckshot

DAWN [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse

LYRICS:

black coat
white skin
death note
break yo chin
i got a lotta fucking guns on me
6 bottles of the hennessy
bitch i cannot gurantee
that my wrath killing nobody
liVe fast die young
imma catch u bitch
get hung
up on a tree
on a killing spree
still trust nobody
bitch FUCK *******

left right combo
hooks in your condo
free my man bando
ammo in my cargos
goth bitch she swallows
blowing out her back hoe
got the commando
smoke the tobacco

just let me die in fucking peace
swallow them pills everything piece by piece
tili what i need
drug addiction im a fiend
vision blurred i cannot see
kill em fuckapache

TRIGGER [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse , lyrics:

ill snatch your soul mane
im dealing dope mane
my beamer black, bitch
thats my soulmate
im snorting cocaine
up in my brain
drive by shots fired leaving bloodstains

yuh

i pull the strings like a surgeon
step on the vermin
in form of a person
get rid of my burdens
switch lanes im merging
put a lot of work in
bitch im south german
tongue of a serpent
twentyseven virgins
wait behind a curtain
while im out here burning
engulfed in flames
poison in my veins
get out of my way
i aint stepping on the brakes
bitch nah
adrenaline in my brain
hang you pussys right by your motherfucking chain
dead, tripping 
weird bitch
get out of my way
im tired of your shit bitch i cant see ay

SOUL [PROD. PULSE]

heres a track off my upcoming DEAMON EP. stay tuned for more soon.

oh shit
my choppa got a foregrip
all my bitches foreign
all my whips is foreign
Imma keep it pourin
latino bitch she boring
ill rearrange her organs
hennessy im pouring

ay its the black mage
with the 12 gauge
shotgun straight in your motherfucking face
go call your mates
its too late
too late to be saved

cuz all i do is rap
hit em with the strap
fold em like a map
knock him with a jab

now whats the matter
whats the deal
what is going on forreal
ive been silent
keep it real
got the tool it is concealed
death row, last meal
time to take the final pill
my liver is just pure steel
lungs are iron thats forreal
now whats the motherfucking deal
apache keep it real
apache keep it real

FOREGRIP [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse

lyrics depth strida:

the legacy is back, its apache fuckin strida time
12 gauge fat shotgun bro aboutta pay the fine
torture him in my chamber 
red dots many laser
fuck him up
meet me later
pull up in pulses beamer
the masks aboutta crack
theres nothing i could hidemayne
you want me on a track
 but that shit not my type aye
apache on the lmg
and we put you up in light ay
fuck with us you get wet up
im not comparing size ay

uh fuck hit the uppercut
and you spit some blood
uh tell me what the fuck was up?
you dont got no bloods
uh catch me sneakin thru your block
hit apache walk
uh no i cannot stop
make his  fuckin body pop

apache:

the fucking king is back
ready to attack
hand out packs 
to the junkies who need crack
always armed with my strap
mac 11 drum mag
pull up in the night with a mask on
alright staying in the dawn
chopper and the ar
drum mag fmj yuh
still beneath the read
u pussies is fake yuh
really did the race yuh
and i never say no
pop pop big chopper on deck yuh

5. DROP! (FT. DEPTH STRIDA) [PROD. PULSE]

prod @snakepitch

lyrics:
aye, pull up with a fucking morning star
apache the knight, sp on the beat with the guitar
my bitch cooks me meals and lights up my new cigar 
running over fields, body armor full black yuh

aye, im the reaper of medieval times,
burning witches, slaughter people down in cathedrals
aye, i can hear the bald eagle scream
apache is fucked, theres only pure evil in my dreams

been a soldier since day one
my mission is to kill till im the only one
left alive, my body is a mess oh my,
left to die, is how i leave you laying in the night
sacrifice, my blood to the afterlife,
terrified, faces when i say goodbye

(hook)
apache the black knight
coming for you tonight
meet me in the afterlife
it is time to say goodbye
(x2)

(outro)
pull up with a fucking morningstar
apache the knight
sp on the beat with the guitar
aye, im the reaper of medieval times,
burning witches, slaughter people down in cathedrals
i can hear the bald eagle scream
apache is fucked, theres only pure evil in my dreams

*APACHE

NXVHƐLL