Lyrics: 

(Verse 1)
Yea
Man this a long 10 minutes
Waiting outside his work till he finished
I’m a menace
I aint even wanna run the fade, but I'm tryna impress like apprentice
I be with the chit chat, talking on the Gram cause it’s easy if I’m honest I just like when they offended
Then the homie found out where he work so we could pull up on him, even one on one like Tennis
Aye
Seen him walk out, pull his mask down, whip unlocked while he walk up to it real fast
I hop out like “wussup mofucka” with a shaky ass voice, but Im tryna stay mad
Wanna let it pass but I know if I do then I'm bitch, so I walk up like I’m ready for the scrap
Then he pulled a knife out, had me turning right round. Back to the whip skert off like damn

(Hook)
Still the same Arsx, black nails, black skinny jeans, band shirt, and the white gold chains. Still with the high ass voice and the beats with the bass that shake the whole block earthquake
Triple 6 energy still be off the Hennessy still got a mask on the mofuckin face
Difference is now im pulling up in a blacked out Jetta with a bad bitch what can I say
Damn

(Verse 2)
Man you aint got no pot to piss in
How you talk shit, knowing you should stop and listen?
Let me kick game brotha know this shit was written
Got this far no promo, I just flipped the script is called skill
You aint ever had it to begin with, fuck it not to mention you spent all yo money on this shit?
I was making tracks in the basement, never got a facelift, still in this mofucka lit
Yea and that’s how it’s gon be, independent I aint letting em get in my reach
Need a crib wit a tenement, funded by me. Self made my way

Fresh out retirement need a break for a second
I’m the fuckin Leviathan, they should pray in my presence
Only vibe with the highest, aint got a place for ya sentiment
Im climbing on fire, leave black smoke got no etiquette, a asshole
Fuckin up the cash flow
This the type of shit you get a mothafuckin bag for
You gon need a task force, just to make some okay shit
Man I guess I’m really just a natural huh?

(Hook)
Still the same Arsx, black nails, black skinny jeans, band shirt, and the white gold chains. Still with the high ass voice and the beats with the bass that shake the whole block earthquake
Triple 6 energy still be off the Hennessy still got a mask on the mofuckin face
Difference is now I'm pulling up in a blacked out Jetta with a bad bitch what can I say
Damn

Earthquake (prod. Lonely Boy)

PASTOR PRANAV

EL DIABLO POLLO

EL DIABLO POLLO (Feat. Bumboi + Day$okee)(prod. pranav)

TIKI TO THE TOE

TIKI TO THE TOE (prod.pranav)

PIGEON

PIGEON (prod.pranav)

TYSON

DO-SI-DO

DO-SI-DO (prod.pranav)

amv: [https://youtu.be/VH4pPJCQYIg]

lyrics:
Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it deep, shit

Born with that muhfuckin' hatred, I hate shit
Worn from the wars I been facin', I'm faithless
Needles in the sky
You needin' a reason why
Come and die
Boy you ain't about that ape shit
You ain't shit, just face it
You bitch boy
I've come to destroy you
With a squad of motherfuckers sending shots with no warning
With no cape on, I aim guns and watch 'em recoil
Drop 'em off the chopping block and bring the pot to a boil
Checka checkin' all my records, what the fuck is a veteran?
Nevertheless, I'm unimpressed, got 35 in my letterman
Hang a body from the ceiling, leave a bucket underneath
Collect the blood so I can guzzle, motherfucker, then repeat
"Why God..."
"Have you done this to me?"
Don't ask God, I'm God with a blunt in my teeth
So that's why I don't talk when a gun in my reach
Cuz why talk while opps could be running from me?

Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it...

mk plus ultra (prod. scorpio x rose)

UNTAMED

FULL EFFECT

Prelude-Cyan

DNR: @Donotresurrect
Producer: @YUNGMERCYKILL
Art: @kidmangx

LYRICS:

[HOOK: MERCYKILL]
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

[VERSE 1: MERCYKILL]
ON MY MIND CAUSE IM A SUICIDAL KID
I GOT TIME TO TRIP ANOTHER FUCKIN LID
I DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT THE FUTURE THAT MUCH
I JUST KNOW A THING OR TWO BOUT BAD LUCK
THATS TUFF
NOW LIVE WITH IT
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT YO ISSUES GO AND DEAL WITH IT
I MIGHT HIT A LICK WHEN IM 95
SCOOTIN IN MY WHEELCHAIR TO DRIVEBYES
IMA TAKE A PISS WHEN I STROLL ON BY
I BE GETTIN HIGH WHEN THE SUN RISE
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT THE MONEY BUT ITS THERE
SPEND IT ALL ON DRUGS SO IM ALWAYS IN THE AIR
THINK ABOUT IT TO MUCH I MIGHT CUT MY FUCKING HAIR
ROLL ANOTHER BLUNT IMA HUG A FUCKIN BEAR

[BREAK]
I BEEN TOO DAMN FUCKED UP FOR WAY TOO LONG WHEN THE MOTHER FUCKER SINGIN THEY BE SINGIN MY SONG
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

[VERSE 2: DO NOT RESURRECT]
IMA HIT HIM WITH A RED DOT
IMA GET A HEADSHOT
IMA GET LIKE 10 KNOTS
BURY YOU IN BEDROCK
NIGGA YOU A DAMN COP
GET UP OUT MY DAMN SPOT
I BEEN KINDA RICH
I JUST WANNA SEE HIS HEAD POP
THEN IMA FUCK HIS BITCH WHILE WE LISTENING TO SLIPKNOT
IMA TAKE A PIC THEN I POST IT TO HIS DESKTOP
NIGGA I BEN TOO DAMN COLD
MY HUMAN SOUL
BEEN HELD UP IN A UFO
SHE DOIN COKE
I TOLD HER THAT SHE TOO DAMN SLOW
SO MOVE THAT BLOW
IM BOUT TO HIT A KILLSTREAK
YOU NOTHIN BUT A NEW X CLONE
NOW WHAT YOU WANT NIGGA
?
SHE TOLD ME DADDY TELL ME WHEN AND IMA BUSS WITH YA
SHE THICK AND TATTED STILL DONT THINK THAT IM IN LOVE WITCHA
NEVER BEEN A THUG NIGGA
LOOK AT WHERE THEM DRUGS GETCHA

[HOOK: MERCYKILL]
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

Deadshot! (ft. do not resurrect)

Instagram: @s.inoda
Twitter: @s_inoda
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"ABRAKADABRA" is Sinoda's third hit after his first viral success on "Kujo Freestyle". Collaborating with contemporary XANAKIN SKYWOK, Sinoda creates an aggressive and fierce atmosphere that fans are sure to get hype to.

ABRAKADABRA (W/ XANAKIN SKYWOK)

20  year old rapper/producer/artist pranav.wav embraced a loud and aggressive sound from the start, working with his homemade dark beats and explosive drops. His lyrics skewed towards violence and sheer rage on much of his work, resulting in a viral hit with a single off his album, "HIT KIDS NOT JUULS" . With consistent releases and improving quality, he has done several shows and even featured in tours with artists such as Nascar Aloe and Kill Dyll. Pranav produces all his beats, creates his cover art, writes his lyrics, engineers his songs, and records his vocals all on his laptop - in a DIY car studio. Moving out to do music full-time after high school was his plan; he did just that and is currently living in his own place doing what he loves.