I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MY CITADEL RACKED UP NO BACK UP ITS JUS ME N REVY ROCKIN SHIT
ROLLIN OFF THE DIRT IM UP TO LONG LIKE I DONT NEED A BED
HOLLA AT MY DEMONS HEARIN SOMEONE CALLIN BACK THE WIND
PARANORMAL VICES IM THAT PHANTOM WITH A SILVER WRIST

LEG SWOLLEN 
FLUID POURIN 
POTIONS GOT MY SHIT IN MOTION 
HEAVENS METHOD 
KEEP MY WEAPON 
FUCK THAT BITCH I LEARNED MY LESSON
HOT SHOT JUNKIE I AINT GOT NO TIME FOR FUCKIN FEELINS
HONOR ON MY BUSINESS IMA PUSH THAT PRESSURE TO THE LIMIT

DO OR DIE
IM BONA FIDE
KEEP THEM RECORDS HIGH
BREAKIN BINDS
CUTTIN TIES
ONLY STAIN TO RISE
KEEP ON RUNNIN JUGS SMOKIN BLOOD PLAYIN WITH THE KNIFE
CANT STAND NEXT TO US FUCK YOU THOUGHT BETTER RECOGNIZE

ELEGANCE ON MY GLORY IM VEXIN UP TACTICS FLAWLESS
THE WAY I KICK IT IS PERFECT COMPARE MY SHIT UP TO PROPHETS
ITS THAT REVEREND FOR THE MENACE MOVIN WICKED WITH MY MOTIVE
TAKE A PAGE AND LET IT FESTER PASSIN DOPE TO MY REFLECTION

IM THAT BAD ADDICT IM NOT BAD AT IT I GOT BAD HABITS 
REAL STATIC GETTIN REAL RAGGED YOU JUST REAL AVERAGE
FOLD MAGGOT MORTUARY LAVISH BODIES TURN TO ASHES
NAUSEOUS OFF OF THAT COFFIN POPPIN GRAB THE SHOVEL IM SICK OF TALKIN

NINETY FOUR TONE AND MY BASE DIVINE
HUNNID BODIES IN THE PACK DROP AN EIGHT IN THE SLIDE
SIX BLADES ROLLIN FACE BITCH IM PAINTED TONIGHT
KEEPIN THAT POLISH IN MY POCKET OUT THE GUTTER DEIFIED

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MFA

RACKS (prod. REQUIEM CULT)

Little drop for sc might upload all plats later

Justice Justice

there's just us just us, splat

Lookin like some motherfuckas in void without blunts shit, blunts shit
Sticky Icky on my mind, im flat, need that fuckin OG kush I can hardly count order
Chaos is what ensues when u smokin pounds in quarters *sub*
Im, waging warfare - on these bitches and the fuckbois creepin on my quarters
Im hiding in the night, fuckin on these give out whore girls
What I need is lordship
 cutting breaks under banners undefeatable
Fates weaving gates cuz im pushin throttle way to go
Making my own way to go, I'm made of courts -
Lordship, Lordship
I'm hunting under swordship sons

Smith n Wesson on my side im making army channel one
Got thtat motherfucking lord whip with an urge im shining on 
Whippin and dippin on all these dumb motherfuckers with kusarigam
Im making dumb Im making on renaissance with speech im done  

Lordship 
Im speaking up I'm carvin writing in the walls
Its lordship
Im speeding up Im putting on that silver crown
Its lordship
Im peaking at the devil and he looks back down
its lordship,  lordship
I'm a reaper from the mouth, bitch

Order, Chaos is what ensues when u smokin pounds in quarters *sub*
Im, waging warfare - on these bitches and the fuckbois creepin on my quarters
In hiding in the night, fuckin on these give out whore girls
What I need is lordship

Im speaking up I'm carvin writing in the walls
Its lordship
Im speeding up Im putting on that silver crown
Its lordship
Im peaking at the devil and he looks back down
its lordship,  lordship
I'm a reaper from the mouth, bitch

LORDSHIP (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

Lyrics:

Run away from this place
Never look back run away
Into this door I open wide
To be rebirthed a final time
Realize my hidden purpose
Close the curtains on this life
I ain’t talking suicide
It’s time to slow my breath and try
Time speeds up
When you out in the light
Brightness coats everything in my sight
I’d rather sit tight 
In the grasp of the darkness
Turnin my foes to a carcass
Better pay attention to the words that I say
When I lurk wit the blade
Cut a smile in my face 
And watch yo skin tone fade
Got you pale in the face
I see the fear in yo gaze
Boutta make you break
Better know yo place
I got you hoes on yo toes
Leaving you leakin from yo nose
Throwing these bullets 
Toss you to the maggots
Your spirit gets tainted under the eclipse 
Contort yo body rip yo flesh
Got you pleading for yo death
Won’t show mercy
Feeling thirsty
Drink yo blood drain out the rest
Show you pain you ain’t know you could feel 
I’m an undead god ronin ready to seal
All these bodies in a coffin
Never open up the casket 
Burn yo funeral and leave you motherfuckers in a field 
Bitch I’m ready for a fight
Think you know the meaning of might
Spillin out yo organs
Silent breath malicious visions
I Might break all of yo bones
And turn yo ass into some victims 
Hoe

It’s that mane who be bringing the pain
You see me crowned in my anguish
Skin in the flames
Weaving bodies into totems
Warding off all of these bustas
Come around and you gon learn
The reason they all call me deathless
Motherfucker get a grip
Better stand yo ground or you go limp
Walk up wit a Kama splitting lips
You should know you just a bitch 
Carving all em up and then I dip
I ain’t fuckin worried boutta tip
They gon find out 
Undead rise when I summon em up
I bring a violent kinda vibe
That you all eatin up
Boutta stomp my feet
Onto busta bitches faces
Leave em bloody and disfigured
Disemboweled and beheaded 
Gripping that Muramasa 
Bitch I’m cutting you up
Don’t give a fuck bout the law
Bitch I’m serving em up
Magickal curses 
You fuckas got warned about
Testing yo luck 
Step to me you turn inside out
Step up to my door yo fate is sealed
From the start
If I answer when you beckon
Know it’s bullets blades and blood
It’s the mane
Catch me cutting that fuckin 
Smile in my face
Tattered flesh around my mouth
My eyes have sunken 
Skin withered yuh
Black eyes staring at you
From within the darkness
Hark of the bells
Watching this place begin the change
It peels ‘way and shows you mane
The face of evil
Bound in chains
It says to you it’s time to die
You cannot stop the thousand eyes aye

SILENT BREATH [prod. Undead Ronin]

DRACULA'S CURSE [prod. Undead Ronin]

Surprise title track along with a release of the album on all platforms today. Enjoy!

______________
Spheres in my mind, choke notes from the kind who are walkin in the bay roof
field wanna talk but we're tellin them they're fake, so I wait and I unwalk soon
Not an extension - not a dimension, yeah I dont go boom
Temporal can suck my dick, logic quick cut it down past the tim buck 2
-
Twisted in the mouth, run it up on the town turn those yellow hues violet- blue
Make the lights down, colors dont surround ya in the realm that I pull from through
Silence is golden, you are beholden to idea this aint true
Detonate the symbols, let em hit the cymbols, vibrate with an earth pain too
Im a medical
Lakes at my throat and im spillin out the call
we need to do a cull - this language is old
keeping us stagnate void of evolve
But this void is just evolving
Like a Sisyphus rock it dont stop at a song with
key in hand - gonna morphisize a sonnet
Make you reflectin - I cant make bet in

MISALIGNMENT (PROD. SPHYNX)

Lyrics:

Aye aye aye
Hit em in the soul
Rippin they guts out 
Let em scream
Let em cry fuck you
You gonna die now hoe
Let’s go 
Boutta be time for the nighttime butcher 
To feast on yo soul
Wanna ride?
Bring a sword and a Colt
Pick em off one by one
Die by the sword when you step up 
Know it’s the last hoe
Taking they last breath
When I stomp on they skull oh no 
Let’s do this bitch
Another soul
In my collection here to stay 
And collect dust
All you fuckas wanna try my patience
Get the fuck out my home
I don’t want war 
But you hoes leaving little room to move
In this sea of these talentless foe
Man I don’t know what I should do
Better start picking em off now
Fore I lose my shit on you 
Oh

Crack em in the face wit a cane tho
.45 mane it’s ready for the fade hoe
10 toes down 
I ain’t movin from my place bro
If you pick a damn fight
Hope you ready for a grave
Oh
Breaking em down
Like I’m stackin em up
Little bitch we ain’t moving the same
No
Rip out yo heart got that plate on my face
Red eye stay glowing like my name Kano 
Ha bitch you can’t do better than me
A lone wolf made a name
Undead Ronin a king
I pull the sword out of the stone
And start beheading motherfuckers
If you steppin on my turf
I show you bustas why they call me Butcher
‘Capitate makin it rain
Blood
Dropping yo body and cover it up
We ain’t same 
Blood 
I am that mane
You see in the flames
Demons surrounding my body and name
Oh

Bitch you want more?
Pray to yo god I don’t gore
Mask on my face
Ram the horns in yo guts
In yo core
Crawl on the floor
Wit the tears on yo face
Now you begging me begging no more
Fuck you
Lil bitch I don’t take the word of a cunt 
Like you 
Fuck
Sick of all the mind games
Mind flayed
I might be The Absolute
Cause I got a zombie army to swallow you
Carnifex
Swinging the axe on yo neck
Put in checkmate
Sweeping the leg
When I’m seeing red meat
Ready to cut you up
Maiming yo body 
This first degree murder is fucked 
Aye yo mane
Heard a little rumor 
That you wanted some fame
You better cough up cash
Or get ready to suck dick
And snake shit
Everybody claiming the top
Are a bunch of stuck pigs
Fuck shit spewing out they mouth 
When they speak shit
Sounding like they are a bag of shit before they talk 
Mayday heard yo numbers dropping off
Well that’s a shame bro
Maybe quit the features 
And make music yourself for a change
Coming for they neck
Wit a rusty chef knife aye
I don’t wanna hear
What the fuck you have to say
Bitch
Smack em to the ground
Wit 40 pounds of sandstone 
Cheekbones poking out of they face
They need a headstone 
Bro’s leaking like a faucet
Like a zit his head I pop it 
Stop and take his fuckin wallet 
For the Profit 
Bitch it’s murder for hire 
Just send me greenback
Rolling in the blood and guts
And hella money stacks
Go up on the onion
Flip a script and then send me the cheddar 
Pick a little bitch for the red dot hoe
Imma take his soul

Your Soul Is Mine! [prod. Undead Ronin]

WHAT HAVE I DONE

INDICTED FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. SAURXN)

Lyrics:


Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn
I just can’t seem to paint the picture right
Got maggots in the fetid flesh
And putrescine producing
5-0 show up and throw up
Can’t even open up the door
Got roaches crawling in and out of corpses
On the kitchen floor

Woah
I can’t believe these bustas think they hard
These shorts that they be makin
Make me cringe
Guess I ain’t smoked enough
Yall fried inside and out
Can’t get a fan without a fucking trend
I’ll bend the rules to suit my needs
And disregard the snakes I meet
I’d rather stay a nobody 
Than sell out those who close to me 
Some witches in the woods wit little birdies on they shoulder
Caught em whispering their falsehoods
And then throwing out the trash they turned
Promises unkept 
And money taken with no goods in hand
The snakes were snaked by snakes 
And taught the venom ain’t so sweet returned
Tables turned on every worm
So every cup was tainted word
Daggers in the back of those who trusted
Now they ass is served
A fated road to hell is what’s in store
For them 
You shoulda learned 
Fuck
I can’t get it out my head
The image of yo body mangled up 
Engulfed in black and red
It’s so intoxicating
Visions of my blood coagulating 
As the venom turns inside my burns
My mind begins to fade mane
Split ya damn skull
And leave you rotting on the concrete
Fuck around
Bitch gon learn why I’m god then
Spirits in my body
Siphon blood like Vlad 
Sad to see these fuckas lining up to die
But no complaints from me
The more I bury feed the demons that Reside within 
I’m talkin death in my veins
Turned my eyes jet black
Horns pierce out the flesh upon my skull
And penetrate the worthless soul
Crowned Dead God 
When the heretics are burned and ate
Pieces of their bodies sewn to mine
To show the rest they fate

Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn

Rite of Passage [prod. KaalaH]

too yung

Dublin

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DRACULA'S CURSE [prod. Undead Ronin]

Undead Ronin

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