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DEMON SLAYER! (Prod. Mengine)

I do not fold, but I beat box
Mind getting blurry, need to detox
You stay switching sides like a seesaw
Go out to the country like depop 
When you step up right to me , you waver
Slide through it like i'm a saber
Hit me up ill hit you later
Lowkey I think i'm a SATYR
[VERSE]
Blowing up Just like my name is Deidara
Serving niggas just like i'm caterer
Walked in, I can tell who bitch made in here
Hit a lick, really feel like im slade in here
I can tell that you think HYBRID the goat
But up until RA this was really a joke
Put no thought into it really just wrote
That's a quick fact that most people don't know
I'm tourin the city with a brand new baddie
I'm rocking these rentals we ain't taking caddies
We rocking fendi on fendi on fendi
Another wanna link so I send her the addy
She sippin henny on henny on henny
I let her cause you know she got a real fatty
I'm going baby on baby on baby
Nigga I am grown even though i'm a laddy
Heave and Hoin
She heaved from hoeing
Strive for deeper know
That's the only way I know to focus
You acting fake woke that's bogus
Hittin shots just like I got a locus
Off the top I never wanna hold it
Bars hot, you really ain't notice?
Lemme chill, like bill
I'm poppin off not on a pill
In a pickle i'll finish the dill(deal)
Then i'm Dippin the chips in a mill(meal)
When we raise em we shootin to kill
I can stamp it i'll give it a seal
They like "Damn Hybrid that's how you feel?"
Then I move like the WIND for a MILL
I do not fold, but I beat box
Mind getting blurry, need to detox
You stay switching sides like a seesaw
Go out to the country like depop 
When you step up right to me , you waver
Slide through it like i'm a saber
Hit me up ill hit you later
Lowkey I think i'm a SATYR
I do not fold, but I beat box
Mind getting blurry, need to detox
You stay switching sides like a seesaw
Go out to the country like depop 
When you step up right to me , you waver
Slide through it like i'm a saber
Hit me up ill hit you later
Lowkey I think i'm a SATYR

SATYR [PROD. FIDI x ALCURISTS]

aye, chasin the bag

buddy im finna run to the sack

how much money can my pockets pack?

got them racks on them racks on them racks

all these thotties want me, but they fat

all these pussies be plottin, they rats

i be plottin they death like a cat

like al capone baby i came wit the gat

i got too many problems but im finna solve em by provin all these people wrong

that lil pussy want smoke like a bong 

im dissin his homies when rappin in songs
im talkin my shit up im doin him wrong

if he talk he get hit like gong
yo girl fw me cos she dance to my music and if i let her she gon play w my dong
aye, but im not tho

u want beef knock da meat out yo taco

boy we finna fight we go mano e mano

he gettin embarrased yo skin like tomato

his voice start to shakin aint talkin vibrato

boy im inna cut like some puss

on the beat i go off if i must

we leave u and yo homies in dust
come get yo lil hoe cos she beggin for lust

buddy boy why u be claimin shit

like some japanese food, i came wit sticks

all these pussies tofu, they fake as shit

we put u on a platter like steak and fish

got a shawty and she stickin wimme

u got shawties but they icky like vicky
we leave u wit two teeth and talkin bout timmy
my pockets be big like i got on some dickies

u causin commotion this shit can get sticky
i got dem twin choppers like double D titties
like hoes without makeup this shit wont be pretty
these boy turn to pussy they beggin for kitty
im gettin my blue cheese, shit gettin litty
we havin a party these people get jiggy 
u wantin some smoke we leave u like a ciggy 
aint talkin bout yeat but this shit can “get busy”

aye, chasin the bag

buddy im finna run to the sack

how much money can my pockets pack?

got them racks on them racks on them racks

all these thotties want me, but they fat

all these pussies be plottin, they rats

i be plottin they death like a cat

like al capone baby i came wit the gat

AL CAPONE [PROD. WYDSONNI]

[hook]
i dont want no pills in my life no more 
stick to dro thats a low risk high reward

uppin digits on the score puttin numbers on the board
prolly pop a couple tabs and open up a couple doors

prolly pop a couple z's and fall asleep and i would snore
but i dont fuck with anything that isnt bringing something more

got to baggin me a bitch you get to cuffin all these whores
im a rick and you a morty teleporting through the floor




[kidx]
oh my god this beat good as hell
gotta problem then they prolly gonna wish you well
had to drop em to be honest tho he took it well
he wasn't sobbin but his body was still sittin still	

when we caught em he was walkin out to get his mail
its too easy with my dawgs and we gon sniff his trail
get ya fitness up you dippin but you trip and fell
been a minute since i didnt feel im rich as hell  


gettin bread, got that rueben
my bitch bad, curlyhead and she cuban
she a grad but that head go stupid
shorty wet like the net when im hooping 

you would snitch to the feds for a smoothie
with my bitch in the bed watching movies
aint no vert but she wet a lil oozy
its a curse its a present im choosy

(hook)

[gavo]

Cannabinoids all in my motherfucking system 
Drank got me feeling like a motherfucking piston 
When I pump. fake you be ducking you be flinching 
Bro you know you shit isn’t real it don’t glisten 




Putting all my consciousness in this tree 
Becoming sentient with the weed 
Bitch please try not to belittle me 
you a opp you a fool you a little me 

On the block with the tool you a little g 
I’m a swole young buck you little to me 
I be getting getting bucks you a Doolittle to me 
You be feeling foolish you a druggie  onnat p

You be screaming at your mom boy you sound like speed
Craving all those carts boofs  And nic you in need 
Bro you know that shit mad toxic you gotta leave 
I be tripping off these drugs someone please

HIGH REWARD [W/ GAVO] [PROD. NICKYOTS]

Our lyrics : 

Me: I hop on the court w the squad
& abort any boy who be thinking he god
I’m a god to be honest he wetting his shorts and of course he be scared cause I move with the rod
Move w the rod but I don’t gotta fish bait 
Bitch wait can u come see how the dick taste
Big weight shipping it out till the click paid
Just like a system you bitches will get played 

She wanted to link like the neck On my Cuban I’m moving her out cause the bands I’m pursuing
He chewing on gum while I’m bite on my diamonds that’s why I be winning & you always loosing 

The way I came up it’s confusing these niggas like they never seen me before 
Step in the scene w your whore
I’m w the team & we score
What do you need give em more

giving em more cause he need it 
That bitch she a treesh cause she showing her cleavage 
I move like I’m beevus but ass I can’t eat so there is no reason that you call me butthead
I’m using my penis her legs I just slide in between it I guess you can call it a nutmeg

Tough crowd nigga I’m leaving them upset 
Shawty give brain and I call it a rough neck


Kidx: chain fresh on her neck oh its frozen cold
went ahead and got her sum to flex so they know whos hoe
i put water on her chest then i motorboat
yall pussys gotta take a chance yo ass 0 and 0

my music a drug, im the plug, but dont overdose
give yo bitch a hug not tryna fuck but i could bone her tho
out all in the night just like a owl lookin fo a crow
ovo octobers very own gon have to co- ya bro

i be me with my squad but we not suicide 
cap em through his teeth cuz we caught em in a lie
plottin on the opps knock em off for switchin sides
when you cross me like a t thats when i dot you in the i (eye) aye 
 

i dont wanna talk cuz you salt like some fries
lemme get some juice with some sauce on the side
walkin through the halls wth no thoughts in my mind
but yo thots in my live tryna hop on my ride


aint no doubt in my mind that these clowns wanna fight me
drowned in designer see why they dont like me
vlone in the post prolly sound like a hypebeast


joey the bro and i aint mean to bite eem tho
 
listen up close every time you flow
like the island boys, noone likes you bro
i destroy and eat beats like these in my free time
we not alike lil boy

easily sneak through your street lines we in a porsch thats a horse sumn like its troy
come in yo hood with the toys and my boys shoot yo whore in the foot sumn like im tory
soon ill be touring yall snoring right now but with greatness comes that part of the story
yall keepin score while you doubtin, "i doubt the misfortune you proud of assuming theres more of"

FALSE IDOLS! w/ KIDX (PROD KASUMI)

if anyone has a problem with this up please let me know ill take it down :) IG @dhkperk

DIEPERRY + DHK PERK - HA HA ! (REMIX) [p. DIEPERRY]

anything created by homo-sapiens is sparked by what we call "gut feelings" 

whether its changing the wallpaper on an iphone or painting a giant fresco...humans are always driven by these mysterious chemical reactions that we can only classify as feelings or emotions 
this phenomena is one of the mystical unknowns within humans 

"guts" explores the idea of compulsive interactions sprung by simple human curiosity through a sonic format 

created in 2 days...these 101 exotic tapes attempt to plunge into a journey of raw and random neural decisions based from interacting with the internet

bandcamp download : https://jamesgorczyca.bandcamp.com/album/guts

ｇｕｔｓ

prod https://soundcloud.com/harvest

lyrics:

If you fuck with me come fuck wit me run up and say what's up my g,

gizmo on a killin streak,
I catch you when you feeling weak

You better start kneelin to me,
Don't know my capabilities,

Nobody out Riddles me I'm breakin down facilities,

Book me atchyo local venue they won't let me back,
Fuck it up, fuck it up but you know that won't set me back,
Makin moves, makin plays just hit line I'll hit you back,
I got love for anybody showin love  that's a fact
Just watch me murder and magle the game,
Nurture and set off the flame,
Fuck all the money and fame
You can't out run what I became
Blunts burnin as I dismay, and dump rappers inside they graves,
Look for the road that I paved
You won't find the way

Pourin up my blue juice I need some Popeyes, whippin while I sip my Duce Duce eating hot fries,
I heard yo girl was loose goose but I ain't surprised,
rappers claim they tell truth but all talk is lies

2x LISTEN UP!, WAKE UP!, WHAT THE FUCK,

LISTEN UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WHAT THE FUCK,

LISTEN UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WHAT THE FUCK

BLUE JUICE (Prod. Harvest)

mixed/mast. by Swerzie

Is This Beauty coming very soon...

lyrics:

think you know me cause of pigeons/
This just the start I get gold in this rap game Olympics my finger tip lay on that trigger it's chilling for years I been plotting so now let's go get it/ 

I'm bout to invest in real estate/ 
I'm under the table at dinner dates/ 
My rivals think highly and sit afraid/ 
While my fanbase just sitback and meditate/ 

FEAR IN YO DNA DAMN U MIGHT DIE TODAY/ 
THIS THE WAY THAT I FEEL EVERY FUCKING DAY/ 
IF THEY WANT ME TO SNAP THEN ILL GO INSANE/
IF YOU WANNA RESPOND DON'T SIT BACK AND WAIT/

I WILL RIP THE WHOLE LIFE OUT YOUR BODY/ NO THAT'S NOT PROBABLY YOU WANT IT THEN START IT/

IT'S VICTORY SEASON I'M BREAKING THE MARGINS AND AIMING AT TARGETS THATS WANNABE PARTNERS/ 

LAST NIGHT I LET A PISTOL BLOW/ UP TIL DAWN ALONE/ FELT MY SOUL AS IT RESISTS BELOW/ CONTRADICT MY HOPES/ NOW THEY KNOW THEY CANNOT COME APPROACH, AIMING FOR YA THROAT/ 
I DONT KNOW IF I AM SLOWLY DYING OR IF I AM GHOST/

MIDNIGHT WIT ME/
GANG ON THE STREET,
SAID THE GAME IS OVER THIS THE MIDNIGHT RELEASE/ 

SLIDE ON ME PLEASE,
LEAVE ME DECEASED, 
 GO HEAD POP THAT LIL PILL SO IT PUT YOU TO SLEEP/ 

WATCH OUT FOR BLOOD/
STAY CALM MY SONS/
ONE AND ONLY ONE LOVE/
ONE MAN ONE PUNCH/

1Punch (Prod. Phosphate)

THANK YOU ALL
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO WORKED ON THIS
@PRXJEK @SUDZY666 @SOJHI @SHARDEM @SUMMONEDSOULS @G-SNAP-1 @PUSSBEAR @HKFIFTYONE2 @PLURBS @G6TH

PRXJEK x RICHMAIDEN x GOTH - HATRED [PROD. SUDZY]

PRODUCED BY @STRANDED999

LYRICS:

KILL ME PLEASE 
I AM NOT ME ANYMORE, I NEED DEATH, LET ME ROT 
DO NOT BURY ME 
DEVIL INSIDE MY THOUGHTS 
HAUNTING ME, HE WILL BE FREE X2

I AM NO LONGER MYSELF X8

THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU RUN (YOU'RE FUCKED) [PROD. $TRANDED]

Prod. @prodbyantro

Even tho I'm sick I wanted to give y'all some new music.

Lyrics:


I’m in the booth 
And I’m coughing, I’m sick
Ain’t recovered yet 
But I just wanted to spit 

Hoe I’m congested 
Nose stuffed as a bitch 
Bet I still kill a beat 
Enemies’ll die quick 

pray for my downfall 
That’s what they predict 
They get lock jaw 
From flows that I hardly emit 

I fuck around, leave their arteries split 
Swear my heart on some Antarctica shit 

I used to flex rocking NAUTICA shit 
Or Ralph Lauren Polo, and 
G- shock on my wrist 

They Treated me like I didn’t exist 
Now they all want a feature 
Told em suck a dick 

400 upfront, so PayPal me that shit 
Bitch don’t Hit up my DMs unless yu got bread 

Bitch I’ll slide like a visa 
And chop off ya head 
Make you lean just like Pisa 
Then leave you for dead 

Fake like you sinister 
Blade to your ligaments 
Your fate is imminent 
Ain’t phased, you miniature 
Pen game’ll rip em up
We are not similar 
Wickedness when they all in my perimeter 
Bitch I am gifted but they won’t admit it bruh 
Talking on twitter like bitches, they immature 
Lucky you outta states, stupid ass simpleton 
Idiot act like he bout it, he in the dirt



Watch me diminish em, my flow best 
Make em recognize my face,  iPhone X
Ugh aye iPhone X 
Make em recognize my face iPhone X
Watch me diminish em, my flow best 
Make em recognize my face, iPhone X 
Yeah aye, iPhone X 
Make em recognize my face, iPhone X 
Watch me diminish em, my flow best 
Make em recognize my face, iPhone X 
Watch me diminish em, my flow best 
Make em recognize my face, iPhone X 


I recorded this while I was sick 
Aye, Fuck having friends, I’d rather hit a lick

iPHoNe X (DiD THiS ShiT WHiLe I WaS SicK) [Prod. ANTRO]

FOLLOW DEVIANT:
https://soundcloud.com/deviantraps

FOLLOW GRAVE:
https://soundcloud.com/emptygrave

IGNORANCE II // FT DEVIANT (PROD. GRAVE)

Love you dad.

https://soundcloud.com/jamesgorczyca1

You're a cunt, rockin Supreme wit a fanny pack
You're a cunt, privileged Kanye wit a family stack
You're a cunt, dropping acid, lavish you a enemy.
You're a cunt, off a daddy, hyper-masculinity

Rockin the pleather cuz timing endeavor, I surpassed my heaven so gaze in my Retina
Claim we the issue but poverty gave you spoon, Low class just fuckin you like its a Enema
Catching the breathing when passing a country I'm little to nothing cept drama and poetry
Making a difference just never seemed possible maybe colossal with tainted artillery

How could you tell me this country is right?
Pushed in the ground wit a stack and light.
Told that my dream has been caught in my hand.
Look at my hand, I offered the man.
You think it's a story so perfect and true.
When people tell me that my country is through.
Look out my window I'm peeping the hate.
Looking at heaven with constant debate.

Now I'm a target just speaking my mind but the people still hate me and tell me I'm fine.
People in life would just die at the cross and most of my family just died at the dusk.
Father got cancer, he's deep in the water stuck selling his shit to just keep up wit debt.
Workin my 9 to 5 hearing these zombies just speak about issues that outweigh a spec.
Timing is right
Timing is right when you floss all the gold.

US&A (prod. James Gorczyca)

https://soundcloud.com/ylethemuser/5-pitched

infestation

shieeeeeeeeeeeee

produced by https://soundcloud.com/prodshinyy

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I can't give a fuck ain't it apparent I don't care a bit 
you can't take the wear and tear lil pussy you ain't fairing shit
I stirred up that pot I'm giving pictures to the staring kids
they preachin all the problems bitch I ain't yo fucking therapist

I swear these bitches got two faces neither one I'm finna trust
I come in to fuck it up fuck everything up I'm a bust
where the drugs? po me up, everyday I'm getting buck
I be running from my thoughts before they stick me in the mud

I fucked my life up, fuck, I be in the gutter
keep my feels tucked, know I'm lost without my brothers
I don't feel good, blue pill I need a couple
bitch I'm real hood, runnin shit I never stumble

like a boss should, lil homie you just pulled up to the wrong hood
you's a fed I heard he talkin to the opps oo
I'm always packin never lackin dots up on you
on the net he talkin smack and thats the wrong move

collect the heads you know that benzo comin
that homie said he sippin lean but that shit robitussin
I got some tangos on my block my boys gon get to bustin
they try to shoot me and my cousin so we sent em runnin

I can't give a fuck ain't it apparent I don't care a bit 
you can't take the wear and tear lil pussy you ain't fairing shit
I stirred up that pot I'm giving pictures to the staring kids
they preachin all the problems bitch I ain't yo fucking therapist

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