HOOK - https://soundcloud.com/akillo_luc

Verse1 - https://soundcloud.com/k-klipz
Bro, you don't want static like TVs
On the weekend them man had it (Hadid) like GG (Gigi)
Good game, easy, just tap on my PC
Last time I flopped was back in five BC
All your bars dead them man rapping like ouijas
I'm too far ahead, start asking why beef me?
Load a big mac cos you're acting quite cheesy
Only get paper when you have to wipe faeces

No communism when I rise this hammer up
Boss of this game, they know I "made man" like Mafia
So fly when I make bags no carrier
You man only ever ate scraps no caviar
I get drunk and blazed like molotov
Popping off heads like acne
If you start fronting all your friends gon' back me
Ay (A), fuck a bad b see (C) Deez (D's) nuts... 
...drag on your face get mad G
Cos if that's what it takes then at me
Bruv your raps are disgrace to the new scene
We all just sleep on you to pursue dreams
I blew steam by turning bars to burning spits
Man try earning, but not like these vermin kids
After the cheese, that they get from milking beef
I'm the godfather, whore's (horse) head in my silken sheets

Popped like a cherry like pussy you bleeding
I'm a demon, my neat rhyme schemes too intricate
Some mains and I ate (8) on the side like I'm infinite
Fellas just jealous I'm quick in wit, lyrically killing shit 
Take a shit making it physically stick on scripts
Better than any of your fucking gibberish
This ain't football or soccer so stop all the dribbling
We do not give a shit 

Verse2 - https://soundcloud.com/etherxo

Verse3 - https://soundcloud.com/seajayni

Beat/producer - https://soundcloud.com/isak_1

Compiled, Engineered and Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/ozmosisonabeat/sets of StOz Records.
Cover Art by Ozmosis.

Shout out to all the artists that made this a smash and props to Isak for the heat beat

Soldiers

Soldiers - K - Klipz X Ether X SeaJay Ft Akillo (pro Isak MixOz) Final

lyrics:

[Verse 1]

I got some questions for my bruddas that be on them rocks,
On their blocks, dashing from the cops or all them opps,
How you live? Eyes on the clock tryna clock them drops,
As paranoia pops when that door knocks,
-knock knock-
How you feel when feds outside of your yard,
Said then found your brudda bloodied up inside of his car,
Cuts on his hands for some grams got him meeting with Yah,
Meanwhile you got the sweats incase it happens to yah,
Are the aches and pains worth it when you hopping the fence,
A wrong word can cause offence and now you got on defence,
Saying this shit was just an accident or misunderstanding,
An altercation, that didn’t go the way that you planned it?
One word could probably swerve,
Wrong word’ll have you parked up on the curb,
Waiting for an opportunity to murk,
Demons on both sides of shoulders be doing you dirt,
Setting traps, and you’ll never know where them shits lurk,
In da depths

[hook]

Asking all these questions to my bruddas on the block,
Keep an eye out for the opps (just asking questions)
Feds on the prowl for em now,
If you snitch then they lay a brudda down (just asking questions)
Drugs in the back of the whip, just a kid,
Tryna find a way to live (just asking questions)
Whos friend, who’s foe, who knows,
You don’t till you ask them questions,

[Verse 2]

I’ve seen it all the time,
Argument, a body drop, press rewind,
Back to last week, 
Lil brodie asking where the grass be,
But ain’t no grass so he start beef,
And then he grasp heat,
And now that other yute is resting underneath the paths,
We walked above for hours,
Cloudy weather turned to showers,
Now he dead for powder,
How we get this sour as humans,
That get so heated that we do the coldest,
I ask these questions but I don’t expect no one to know this,
Wonder if he clocked on quicker would he still be ghosted,
Or would he shoot first, Han Solo, and remain soulless,
Who were his olders, matter fact, how old was the oldest,
Is the price of life a couple grams or couple Gs,
Couple teens think they’re bad cause they lost their focus,
You think your soldiers? Nah g, I think you’re hopeless,
This street code that you living by is fucking bogus,
And you should notice, before the life you live is over,


[hook]

Asking all these questions to my bruddas on the block,
Keep an eye out for the opps (just asking questions)
Feds on the prowl for em now,
If you snitch then they lay a brudda down (just asking questions)
Drugs in the back of the whip, just a kid,
Tryna find a way to live (just asking questions)
Whos friend, who’s foe, who knows,
You don’t till you ask them questions,

Questions

Jump

Artist, Production, Mix/Master and Artwork by https://soundcloud.com/isak_1

Odin (Prod. Isak)

drinking and driving until i hit someone

This is a mixed version of my track “GIRL BYE” 
it was mixed by my friend fakerr, thanks for the fire homie 🔥

GIRL BYE (fakerr mix)

code

Lyrics:

[Intro: The Fascinations (Sample)]

(I know, you don't love me, and there may be someone else
And as I sit alone, in a home, knowing what I should do
I find, I can't stay away from you
I can't stay away from you
No, I can't stay away from you
Though I know you're no good, and I'd leave if I could
Yet I can't stay away from you)

[Pre-Verse: Slaughternaut]

Yo, nah nah nah nah nah
Hold up
Cuz this shit
This shit beautiful
Ahem, look

[Verse 1: Slaughternaut]

Most of the people that listen are people that sprouted from luck
And if I'm being honest, I don't give a fuck
But I want you to know that I've only begun
Im steady loaded and ready with shit that been making em' piss
I compare my demeanor to guns
It's loaded with shit that been making em' piss and they run
And this shit has been fun
And I'm doing em' nasty like Bill O'Reilly
If I had 70 in this shit it would still be like only the bitches could top me
In other words anyone coming at me been sloppy and wobbly
Almost like they brain is unstable when fucking with me, I'm unlaying the cable
Cuz her fiber is all in my optics
To be honest, I might need to stop this
I'm crazy I'm godsend

[Intermission: Drew Saunders]

(Woo!
You are now listening to the best rapper of 2024!
Class is in session!
You motherfuckers ain't ready for this one!
Hit em' up, Slaughter!)

[Verse 2: Slaughternaut]

The freshest and cleanest around
It's an alien making its way from the space to the ground
It's amazing to witness a bitch just as little fragile as this to show agile speed like It's fitness
Listenin' to this, you took the red pill
I've been running for money guess you can say I tread mil
But I got em powdered and pampered like they in bed still
Paralyze the beat in It's sleep like demon I'm beating it up

I'm like Willis Boshears when I'm cutting it up with my fingers, holding both shears
I am utterly mothering weapons, son of gun on my hip
I got em' cumming to this shit, like scat ridiculous
My pen ink is endless and I'm showing that here
Or maybe right here
Only thing that is left is I'm right
And that shit so fried so hold up a beer
Like Christmas is coming the bitch at my school wanted dick so I'm spreading the cheer
They need a shot Everclear
Cuz if it was ever clear that I'm ass, the lyrics are here reminding you of mirrors
I guess I just monger the public, I fill them with fear
You bitches all plain (plane), so I jet fast, with no jet lag, to best fags, I'm the best queer
I'm studying well you confess that and im the best in class, this shit is my year bitch

[Post-Verse: Slaughternaut]

(Nah, see, It's crazy because…
No matter how much you motherfuckers try, you're never gonna' get on my level
I'm the best in fuckin' class
You can suck my dick)

[Verse 3: Consey]

Gimmie' a pen, I'll show you the world
Gimmie' a gun, I'll say run, and go on the hunt
Since I was young, had a taste for blood
I've grown up on more tasteful stuff
My homeboy tried to lace the blunt
Truth be told, I ain't never had a taste of love
A place to stay, where things were tough
Stuck in the basement, drinkin' up
Twisting every word I was thinking of
On the brink of bust

Until…

I level up
And when the pen touch pad everything combust
And everything lit up, too hot to touch
Like grandmama cookin' in the pot for lunch, uh
I'm too afraid to open up, and too brave just to close on up
A catch 22, I'd prolly' catch any yute with a 22
Prolly' dead any yute just to tell the truth
Slug a bitch like Babe Ruth…
Get out the booth
Hit a homerun with a chunk of your tooth
If the bat don't work, guess the drum gotta' do
And I, got a, winning, record, count the bodies from my past
Slaughternaut and Consey C always been the best in class, pussy


[Outro: Consey]

(Uhm, okay)

Best In Class (Feat. Consey)

Redman Instrumental with sample from prodigy

Shapeshift - Can't Wait

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Soldiers - K - Klipz X Ether X SeaJay Ft Akillo (pro Isak MixOz) Final

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