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Don't Answer Calls From the Dead

DON'T ANSWER CALLS FROM THE DEAD (PROD. BRAINMATTER)

bag or die

vasectomy

PUTRID

Lyrics:

Breathe we take
Can you feel the battle coming every step we make
Can you feel the storm brewing every breath we take
Im running
Running
Running for the hills

I can feel the battle approaching
I'm getting loaded and you know it
Feeling madder at those that
Don't know the back of a poster
Could be a matter of hope
Cause its just a sticky situation
Till you're practically holding on to the end
About to turn it over like a new leaf
New Years resolutions have blew me
This here will never get a new me
Wondering after I'm running
Wandering around trying to truth seek
Plaguing thoughts with raging coughs
Cause I can't breathe
There is death in the wind and I just can't see
Kind of like Bird Box if I keep my eyes closed
I know my time goes better with mics on
Life is a movie
I'm the black character
Won't let 'em screw me
Throne path scarier
I've gotta prepare for the worst
My directors cut
Directions for the run ain't test this one
I'm out

Can you feel the battle coming every step we make
Can you feel the storm brewing every breathe we take

When I think of time that I got left
I realise this life is not top shelf
Its more like Reggie mid not Malcolm
This is not the regimen I really wanna scout from
In school they doubt son
Tell me I'm a bitch
You ever get stole from when you ain't got shit
Like a punch to the face
A kick to the dick
But you ain't got the balls to get up and throw the fist
So you fucking through a fit
Now everybody acting like you crazy
Praying that god or alien'll take away these problems
Saying Imma solve 'em
Bitch give me respect
I ain't playing
I'm a goblin
Y'all made me this way
I just feel ugly
Nah fuck that shit man
None of y'all above me
I been through a lot in my life
And it ain't stunting my growth
I'm running away from the past with a gun in my coat
Kwillis

Can you feel the battle coming
Every step we make
Can you feel the storm brewing
Every breath we take
Running
Running
For the hills
Can you feel the battle coming every step we make
Can you feel the storm brewing every breath we take
Breath we take

KW1LL1S - Running For The Hills (Ft Starrr Reid)

4Scythe - Don't Be Sad, It's a Party!

FLIPSIDE

FLIPSIDE (42CLO Remix)

OG: https://youtu.be/mQXgDpS4Pdo?si=VVnVLDdn_bz4T_7Q

Whispersinyahead - Black Sheep (prod. CRCL)

Charlie's Angels

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Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool
Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool
43 reasons whip yo head with this toolie brah'
42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola'

6666 I'm countin' 24-hunnid
For a sorta hooptie tune it up and make it more haunted
Black pearl paint, grim reaper scribed on door honey 
Rottin' in my basement till the room is lookin more sunny

That's forever bitch, you think you'll see the weather bitch
Not a chance in this hell you can even ask that heather bitch, but
She's a corpse and I don't know what is for
Cut it up, hydrochloric acid spilled all over floor
Yeah scriptz

Etchin' in the skull
Twistin' at the face
Stomach fuckin punctured with a beautiful blade
I'm runnin' out of patience, I'm itchin' for that pain
let my victims never go, they're all lined up in the same
Limb by limb in a bucket that I dumped in the sea

I write a message on the corpse, blood letters with the aim
Scriptz was what I wrote, never forget on my name
Raking enemies for vacancies in hell that they're destined

Pierce the veil now I'm peaking through
(Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool)
Raise to hail all this djinni brood
(Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool)
Build a wall, waking them all, we're beyond your tools
(43 reason whip you head with this toolie brah')
Pullin strings, is their ting, but I channel through
(42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola')

BLACK PEARL PAINT

CERTIFIED WINNER. (PROD. TOWA)

This beat im killing on 
6 feet like im king von
Bitch you talking ambience 
As below im beyond all

Ain’t flow I can’t match 
Whip window tint matte black
Big hit to your jaw

Pussy fall back
Ain’t no one scared of a tat
Crying for your loss

Renowned known to be killa I defaced how   
What it really means to feed defeat I beat a bitch And debilitate people I be like Chris brown 

Bitch I been at it since triple X 
Evidence show that I been a vet 
Ain’t nobody see how to reinvent
All of my moves that I make offend 

Pulling and stringing like ibanez
Teflon my vest shots duel competitive 
Capture the moment and picture repetitive 
Visions dividing the set no comparing who winning you finished you dead 

Heartbeat inside of me gone 
Fight for the right to live on 
It never comes 
Help me seek 
I’m weak and 
I can’t seem to find This beat I’m killing on 

6 feet like im king von
Bitch you talking ambience 
As below im beyond all

Ain’t flow I can’t match 
Whip window tint matte black
Big hit to your jaw

Pussy fall back
Ain’t no one scared of a tat

Back motherfucker bitch I’m back
Never left no had to get a bag
I’m cemented in this game better rest
Took back the thrown ripping gold from your neck
All you dead when I’m on

bitch I’m back (WTF)
Never left no had to get a bag (BITCH)
I’m cemented in this game better rest (YEAH)
Took back the thrown ripping gold from your neck
All you dead when I’m on 

This beat I’m killing on 
6 feet like im king von
Bitch you talking ambience 
As below im beyond all

Ain’t flow I can’t match 
Whip window tint matte black
Big hit to your jaw

Pussy fall back
Ain’t no one scared of a tat

Back motherfucker bitch I’m back
Never left no had to get a bag
I’m cemented in this game better rest
Took back the thrown ripping gold from your neck
All you dead when I’m on

bitch I’m back (WTF)
Never left no had to get a bag (BITCH)
I’m cemented in this game better rest (YEAH)
Took back the thrown ripping gold from your neck
All you dead when I’m on

bitch I’m back
Never left no had to get a bag (BITCH)
I’m cemented in this game better rest (YEAH)
Took back the thrown ripping gold from your neck
All you dead when I’m on

Moncreep - Cardiac

NC-17

Strange

SEANCE

downbad

Leave Me Alone

Got all this pain on my chest got bullet proof on my vest
just wanted more but always got less
Always in the rain tear stains on my face
Always feeling pain never feeling great
Blood stains on my face trauma in the brain
Never feelin safe never feelin sane
Why do you hate everything 
Left me feeling dazed never been ok

Life is like a maze but I'm confined to the space
Life is like a race always getting last place
I just want to be saved my closest friends have been slayed
I just want to be safe away from everything 
I don't want to feel I don't want to deal
This nightmare it feels to real



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