3rd single from the 2nd mixtape
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

5s & 10s FEAT. FAMINE (PROD. SYRYUS)

Movies in your Head

Produced: SPRATT
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered: JLP

R.I.P. Mark

Deja Vu

FT. @astromane
PROD. @koenisdead
MIX n MASTER BY: @n-ervous
AMAZING ARTWORK: @n-ervous

U A BITCH! FT. ASTROMANE [PROD. KOENISDEAD]

Livin large
With only quarter of a charge
Livin like Marge
And tell em I sent you for the scars

Look at the barge
You talkin bout boats and luxury cars
I’m out for carnage
And trynna to die among the stars

Catch me on mars with the hammer
Target on my head like Manhattan
Neck flooded like Sandy Staten
Wrist empty cos I wanna be a phantom

Catch me all ghastly smokin on gas but I keep it all classy
Strike your ass like a pipebomb to the chassis
Make moves like Drake after Degrassi

Posi-negative, pseudo-hope
Trynna keep calm and composed
Lied to too long and trynna cope 
My best friend far gone, decomposed

Got mi gato, mi amor, empty pockets, more in store
Rotted to the core, my existence a what for

13th floor when I'm feeling trippy
Energized and my style drippy
Wipe your nose when pockets sticky
Make you know when we got the blicky

Fingers blue, and red, and green
Dependin on the currency 
Play with it like monopoly
Cut throat mobshit New Jersey

Livin large
With only quarter of a charge
Livin like Marge
And tell them I sent you for the scars

Empire fall
Like a dumpster fallin hittin cars
Catch me in Novac
In a rex mouth takin shots from afar

Cap, cap, cap, what you even know about that
I can see your bullshit from even where I sat
Hidin in the shadows but not blind like a bat
But I will take a louisville and give your head a little pat

Not runnin, you can break my bones
Outrun bullets like you Usain Bolt
So much water like we dug a mote
And drown you like a gator on your dad's polo

Talk too much, don't have the time
6 dollar minute, a second a dime
This is a why on white collar crime
Want your lemons cos I got limes

Livin large
With only quarter of a charge
Livin like Marge
And tell em I sent you for the scars

Look at the barge
You talkin bout boats and luxury cars
I’m out for carnage
And trynna to die among the stars

Catch me on mars with the hammer
Target on my head like Manhattan
Neck flooded like Sandy Staten
Wrist empty cos I wanna be a phantom

Catch me all ghastly smokin on gas but I keep it all classy
Strike your ass like a pipebomb to the chassis
Make moves like Drake after Degrassi

boone

ASTROMANE- GAKKA! (Prod: Wauki)*2018

ig : @astromaneoffi
youtube : youtu.be/eAFkUTaGkY4
recorded by Gumara Production : 
@gumara.production
@2020

už je mi líp

Vocal mix by TNB Geno
[Prod. Wauki]

@https://soundcloud.com/astromane

ASTROMANE - ASHCAY! (feat. TNB DIABLO) [Prod. Wauki]

ASTROCLIQUE

Produced, mixed and mastered by BEAMAH

LOCKDOWN! (ft. ASTROMANE) (prod. BEAMAH)

X NAGEL - NEW PHONE [PROD. YUNGGATOR]

prod by def beats
lyrics

Pray for plauges aint shit changed I'm still stuck in my ways again again these demons they just rape brain im trapped in a cycle of pain,
Im going insane baton the hatches its gonna rain,
Aye aye fuck what they say i be breaking my  chain's like Spartacus you wont make a slave,
Nah fuck that i wont do what they tell me to do,
I will never no kid's they wont suffer like i did so thats why they will never exist,
Im to deep in this shit me and my bitch got to many scars on our wrists coppers got me on watchlist like fuck this imma dipp now rip cunts apart if they talk shit i quit the trapping robbing but see me in public you can get cut like a steak carve a pentagram into his face hail satan filled with rage i took food of people's plates but they aint ever seen my face,
I am son of the morning never a new day dawning
All these cunts wanna sleep on me but i can do any genre doomsday is approaching  i be throwing up an ocean i quit sipping the potions I aint joking run up imma poke your body full of holes cause i aint got a fucking soul,
I've done shit im staying quiet bout so pussyboy dont run your mouth bitch im schizophrenic get this cunt a medic his flow is pathetic pray for plagues drown this world beneath the waves,
Ted bundy chop em up i got my tools like Dennis Reynolds i am golden god i don't need your jerk off circle pissing contest scene you a bunch of little queens you wont ever step to me.

Pray for plagues ain't shit changed

boone

Lil RoseGold (𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉)