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Mixed & Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/alfonzaaberg
twitter: https://twitter.com/alfonzaaberg

Cover Art by: https://twitter.com/undeaddeaths

Lyrics:

That's too bad, that's too damn bad
C-U-B-E-D boys stay mad
Been thru this so I can see through that 
I give up everything and I wont ever look back (No sir)
Until the light, no lag
She wanna come but I cant get dragged
Powerlines reach to the sky bitch so don't even try 
Ima dead that fast

No you aint nothing to me
No you aint nothing
I swear that you aint nothing to me
Theres no discussion
I feel it the X is coming to me
No Im not bluffin
I pull up acting so unruly, shit is disgusting

Really aint no thing, I left my trace
Blunt smoke in the room censor my face
TMZ blunt put the camera on me 
Judgment day but I got the hammer on me
All i care about is bread and fat pussy lips
I pull up to ya crib looking luxurious
Keep talking about some shit that I dont really fuck with
Ima go through the roof like I got abducted

Take a good look at me I am an immortal machine
Blue Beam 'round me, better believe out the D to the U-M-B
Everything can delete
Fuck a freak I need a bitch without a body I dont need no fucking memory 
Just wanna be suspended
In the black void no physical connection
Born in sin throw an "E" on the end then
Anything to make it better bitch that is a death threat 
Yea thats a death threat bitch

Too Bad

Mixed & Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/alfonzaaberg
twitter: https://twitter.com/alfonzaaberg

Cover Art by: https://twitter.com/undeaddeaths

Lyrics:

Got me the new motherfucking body, still low poly
You can follow me down to Shambhala just hollar bitch I got enough dick but no apologies 
Swallow this nut then get gone forreal
They wanna see me killed
Gang Stalker know I keep it real and she wanna lick the grill 

Rubbin' that pussy from the back
I'm putting it down 
For the record baby MANA never making a pact
Just a non-biological entity - lost my extremities, OK
Hive-mind intelligence, mental telepathy, OK

How many times do I gotta prove everything I been saying 
Feel like you already know
All I do is assimilate organisms then I hit the road
Give a fuck bout a hoe
Im a long way from home
Planet X - No flesh, btich
Boutta let it go

Blue Blood my vein
Fuckin' the whole damn game
See the code in the sky when i'm in the skyrod swanging
Thought I gave them my soul
Thought my shit too cold
Im talking flames to my head when I say that I'm low

Reptilian Brain

Mixed & Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/alfonzaaberg
twitter: https://twitter.com/alfonzaaberg

Cover Art by: https://twitter.com/undeaddeaths

Lyrics: 

Elite motherfucker got a fix on the game
When I bleed motherfucker you can tell we aint the same
Hit the street, now im up im in the skybox watching
I'm laughing, you pussies wack, running out of options

Man the BPM 136 incase yall wanna make a nightcore remix
Bitch I dare you to do it like this
Reptilian Pimp, yall blue-beaming
Fuck everything dog
Everything 'cept my blood all the rest I send to abyss 
How dare you, tryna breathe my air
How dare you, stinking up the place like bitch

Play this shit backwards hear a secret message
My new form purely iridescent
I cannot be seen with you peasants 
You groupie hoes fucking pathetic
Rappers mad I dont want they friendship
I already got friends, I want them ends bitch
I look expensive, one percent shit
Getting high off pain in my dimension

Back with the mask 
Hit the console command
101 - Got the guns
Fucker run, tell ya man
Silverback Gorilla Pimp
Pull up now they shit they pants
Out for loot, out for loot 
Shorty just look at my stance

Goldeneye Grunt when I hit the damn blunt
Under the bridge downing this 40 oz until im numb
I got blood on my boots, I got resin in my lungs
Bitch I'm still maxed out to the fucking fullest so whats up

Maxed Out

Mixed & Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/alfonzaaberg
twitter: https://twitter.com/alfonzaaberg

Cover Art by: https://twitter.com/undeaddeaths

Lyrics:

Ok I guess that I went against my own code of ethics
But I know shit more effective when they don't expect it
Out of character for me is simply just projecting
I could be outside of your motherfucking crib like in a second
While they pecking and half-stepping in this hoe
I am up there in the heavens but I'm devilishly throwed
You the type to sell your soul
You a coward and a hoe
You thought this would last forever that's a motherfucking joke
It's a "No" from me
Shorty go for me 
Just don't tell me things like you don't believe
I been smoking weed
I been fucking hoes 
I been smoking weed
I been fucking hoes. ya

Got my life on an external drive
Post-Human it's certified
Lil' Mana on horizon - yessir
Arms stretched to my side
Motherfuckin' "X, Y, Z" got me petrified 

I had it right from the jump
You do not deserve all this light and my love
Tough decision but I had every reason and you know
Leave them on a planet that dont want them anymore
Please don't go into the light, to the light
You will see me with the fucking scythe, what a sight
It's a war going on up in the sky, I'm taking flight
Please don't act surprised, you know that I'm always right bitch

Hologram Christ ya Blackhole God
6 Ringz on my fingers but the world is in my palm
Crush the spirit of my foes, is it wrong?
I dont know but I like the way that they be looking when Im done
Black site; put you through it if you want
Turn an enemy into a brainwashed lil pawn
Rapture in my room, clothes found they way off
But only I know how bad It's about to get from here on

Light

fly (prod. donnie katana)

Hold Up Feat. Woke.Up.Dead (Prod. KILLHEEN)

-LYRICS-

Im focused
What you aint know bitch
Im in my zone shit
These hoes switch like changin clothes quick
Aint got no motives
The flow sick
Like snow bitch, in which my soul lives
Im froze bitch, what u aint notice
I know you this (x2)

Nigguhs talkin shit
But they aint bout nun
Whole squad turnt up,
If u want get bussin

Bitches on my dick
They dont gimme no lip
Put her ass up, face down low when im fukin 

Im really doin this
Takin flight, gettin head from yo stewardess
You aint up in my rank, boy you new to this

Im superior, its my criteria, time to get rid of ya.   

Tired of love so my heart be on froze
You nigguhs be bitches, you bitches be hoes
Fuck knockin onnit, we kick thru yo door
Air it out, like these maxes
And stomp on the flooo

My brain aint the same since i met mary jane
Mixed the drugs with the alcohol ease all the pain
Fuck it we gone reach the top inna minute 
The sky aint the limit, we aimin for fame

Huh 
im the realest 
Headshot, we gone kill ya huh
Keep it trilla, keep it fukin trilla yuh
214, you know us nigguhs realer yuh
For these hunneds make u bitches switch up (x2)






❄InMyZone//WinterTime❄

$lime

EYEZ LOW (FEAT.GU$)

HURRICANEZ

(PROD. NECU) 
money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 


baby say im sumn like a yves saint laurent. 

totin that 30 ima top shotta don. 
posted where iss at, 
you aint ever seen a trap. 

hittin on thrax when i hittit from the back. 

baby watchu thought? 
this aint neva nun sweet. 

makin them ins, 
runnin laps on repeat. 

ion fuckin cap, 
got respect for myself. 

20 years old my glock still off the shelf. 
ima fuckin die fore im thirty no doubt. 
double dose acid make my whole brain melt. 

fuck who a had to dealt w me goin up n down. 
ion give a fuck how tha lul bitch felt. 

mista gon take ya fuckin lyfe, thats me. 
shoot a nigga down lul m16. 

ion fuckin cap got respect for myself, 
20 years old my glock still off tha shelf. 


money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 
bitch you gon talk you betta leave out my name. 
hunnid sum niggaz gon cap for da fame. 
thousand sum bitches gon hoe for da game. 
i aint here to judge im finna stay out tha way. 

pass me dat drank when i move, switch lanes. 
my bank account empty, ima some juug some mane. 

this that typa shit da BG dont play. 
killin muthafuckaz like a murder buffet. 

(money dont last nigga, fuck it im paid.) x4 

(gettin to da cash nigga every which way.) 

(carry dat strap for these suckaz all day.) 

(let a hoe get between dat money, no way.)  

(how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat?) 
(baby stop playin, make the money count beep.)

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Demon Days

November Has Come

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Music produced by TokinPotent 
Lyrics written by Ozzy Monroe & TokinPotent

Elevator Music (feat. TokinPotent)

Heavily Medicated

Wicked Thoughts (Prod. Manuel)

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