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lyrics:

Kill you where you standing, I don't think you understand it I cant stand you not gonna take that sitting down okay I'll slam ’em
Body drop like drowning pool he 17 boy stay in school
Aint' gonna make me lose my cool that fan gonna blow right out the blue

I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview
But he ain't coming back so don't be waiting for that sequel
Your bones is getting broken like that ex that made you single I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rear view
I dont care bout if this feed you watch me blade the key like Riku
I'm soaring past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover call your people get your brother
I'm aiming at yo mother if he think he slick as butter cant believe it grabbed your cousin while they dreaming under covers
Annihilate your lover
I shoot a jumper out the courthouse still gonna beat the buzzer
They never should of let me out
The cage I been in lying down
Exposing all you liars now
For what you really are deep down
Could've been this way before but chose to be this way right now
Could've been on top before but too lazy to go and take trash out
Yea 1k
Keep that shit 1k
Ball hard like 2k
Get yo face
Out my space, erase
Everything you make
Real quick, uh
Black hole yo shit
Attract yo bitch she pull close get sucked in
Damn that twit pic
She follow dick
Slip in slide her DM slip inside her she get wet
Fukkit so tech
Give me lines like he sell tech
Or shoot back like tech-9 divide by 3 right at ya neck
There's words left unsaid
Need a censor like its triple x
I triple up yo debt
Now he doubting if he better dead
I put his ass to bed
Like lil' baby while he wah wah
Cause clearly you upset
Like you verified I send a check that's pointed at yo chest
Whatchu' want wit me
Nigga whatchu' want wit me
This a Kodak moment cause we in here smoking broccoli


Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up
Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up

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6. Flashbang

song times:
0:00- My anxiety controls me (prod. Seis)
3:19- Slowin' down (prod. Theodore James)
6:28- Razor Blade (prod. TEN$A)
8:41- I Need To [bonus track] (prod. Juudo)

Sorry Ive Been So Distant Lately (life kinda sucks)

Okaminokami- My Asmodian Mistress w/ Pyrxciter (Prod. Flowrency)

PROD. @STVRFIRE
VOCALMIX @ISTASHA
ARTWORK BY https://www.instagram.com/lenfant_/
VISUALS https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=st4zRLHYnUs

LYRICS

[VERSE 1]

BITCH I WANNA COUNT THAT PAPER
YOUR BITCH HAS A SPICY FLAVOR
TRACK YOUR ASS DOWN ON MY RADAR
THIRD EYE SHOOTIN A RED LASER

20 ON MY WRIST BUT I AINT RICH YET
FUCK AY
HENNY FOR THE PAIN I NUMB MY DUMBASS
FUCK AY
12 GAUGE ON MY HIP I WANT SOM FUN AY
OKAY 
NECK ON FROZE LIKE NORWAY
YOUR BITCH BE LIKE NO WAY
YOU COULD WRITE AN ESSAY
JUST ABOUT ME FLEXIN
MONEY AINT NO LESSON
LOWKEY KEEP EM GUESSIN

TELL YOUR BITCH THAT SHE CAN KEEP THE CHANGE
I DONT WANT NO FAKES IN MY LANE
YOURE JUST THE REASON THAT I STAY AWAY


[BRIDGE]

SNAKES IN THE GRASS
THEY THE REASON THAT IM RIDIN FAST


I DONT FUCK WITH TRUST ISSUES
YOU DONT HAVE NO CLUE
WHAT IM GONNA DO
OR WHO YOU TALKIN TO

BEFORE THE DEPTH BITCH


[VERSE 2]
BLINDFOLD BIRDBOX
SUICIDE DETOX
GOTTA LIVE GET UP
ON YOUR HEAD RED DOT

TRUSTISSUES NO LUCK
FULL AMMO BUCK SHOT
MENTAL HEALTH EQUALS WEALTH
GOTTA GO STEALTH


GUNSLINGER ERRON BLACK
SHOOT THE DIRT IT GOT ME SICK
WANNA SEE A TRICK?
ROB YO BITCH AND GO VANISH
I DONT NEED YOUR SHIT
HANGIN WITH THE DEAD
TURN THIS TO A MESS 
BLOOD BOUTTA SPLASH

FLEX // TRUST ISSUES [PROD. STVRFIRE]

RAZOR BLADE CUTTIN IN MY HAND [EXCLUSIVE SOLD]

WAPPO (prod. nyombo)

New Year New Song <3 

Yung Goof: https://soundcloud.com/yordy-vallecillo

Windin:   https://soundcloud.com/winston-alexander-jones

Solomon Grundy - w/ YungGoof (Prod.Windin)

I see only death in the future of he who stands before me
I am him who brings peace and fear to every heart of every man across this desert
I am him the one that sees into the twisting roads of what may and may not be 
I am he who bends reality

All I see enrages, all I feel isolation
All I hear is lies, and all I feel is jaded 
All I smell is the bodies, all I feel is we made it 
All taste is blood

I have not been taking care of myself
I’m too fucked up for my own good
I should turn my, life around
I have never found it fun to be cautious

I can see the fear in your eyes
I can smell the sweat on your neck
I can feel the pulse beneath your skin
I only wish to taste your blood

When the bombs were falling, all I recall is running

When the bombs were falling, I watched my world crumbling

Falling

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twitter.com/teamsesh
twitter.com/drip-133

lyrics: 

fuck a dollar fuck paper
bitch I’m at your door time to meet yo maker
you are looking at the reaper in the making
all you look is soft all for the takin
pussies be actin like kids stop
yelling while I’m riding till the rims stop
hop out,  sesh  on the block now
long hair with the fire lets rock now
101 down 101 to go
i75 with the heat still cold
always down to ride while u stay home
whole game on my dick never gettin off
shit never gets old, bet your shit on iTunes never get sold
i stay in the caves razorblades growin mold
ill tell u where I’m at if u ever feel bold
slide ill be waiting all night
take your chain and your life put em both on ice
keep bragging bout ya price
keep sayin i do to a deal ill throw the rice
ill be waiting all night
take your chain and your life put em both on ice
keep bragging bout ya price
keep sayin i do to a deal ill throw the rice


bad thoughts from me to you
X 3 like beetle juice 
i stick to my roots
u stray far from the truth

twitch

i-75 ft. bones

prod. by: https://soundcloud.com/strangerofthepast
mixed/mastered by: https://soundcloud.com/kellbender

LYRICS
all these people here 
but it feels like nobody is
i just feel you in my ear 
whispering about me 
if your words could really kill 
i don't think that i'd be here 
i keep on running into every wall, and i 
keep on finding new ways to fall 
i keep taking paths 
i didn't even mean to find 
i got so lost in it all 

i just waste time 
locked inside this mind
had me blindsided
i won't sleep tonight 

i don't wanna feel this hurt anymore
i don't wanna see the light 
i don't wanna open a half closed door
had to give up this fight 
it's hard not to look back 
on all that i lost 
i'm losing but holding 
with all that i got 
i'm breathing in wishes 
you left and forgot
leave me with the trees 
and i'll lay here to rot

old days to new ways (prod. stranger)

check out https://soundcloud.com/sydneysayyah

SYD SAYYAH - GRAVES IN PARADISE (PROD. LINENSHEETS )

New wave stuff that i made. 
Enjoy listening and see you next time.

Vocals: t.A.T.u. - All The Things She Said

A/T/T/S/S

Produced by ARRAZANE.
Cover by ARRAZANE.

Lyrics:

I was five or six when I got my finger slit
I was like "that shit hurt" then I was like
"that shit has to hurt!" 
cuz nobody stop for work, they work till the work is hurt
And I don't want no fakes around me that dig dirt
Extrovert with the sharp needle
a shark attack on rough waters like a creeper 
I dont beep I pass the smack and turn this into a heater
My mind is a goldmine for casting up dimes
quarters was my piece till I had a piece
the tension starts to rise and I begin to be on par with em
but I dont want no relations I just cant be on time with em
wear no colors I cant clown with em
there must be something wrong can't handle em
But as my reclusion starts to end 
I start to hate again time and time again
Cuz I'm set motion, rock hard no lotion
Drop top with porsches, and black benzes opus
Working under pressure but not oppression
My dogs ambitious without limitation
my pound moves around then comes back 
and its greener like a goblin, 
They toxic I waste em
In the trash they seperated
Claim they made it, that shit is old
Their bones are excavated
I start to think to myself is it even worth it
all the hassle for a payment or better yet, a payday
I cause crime everyday, thats different
I got scales that deflect even Dante
When it comes to gunplay you may cry
I got the fire of olympus, you may die
running up a check I still got some time
till I make amounts then I'm cashing out
buying saint laurent till I'm passing out
passing out

MOJO [prod. ARRAZANE]

CAPPY NEW YEARS CUZ MFS STILL CAPPIN

prod marc garcia

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