REAL PLAYAS (FEAT. DXMO)

[LYRICS]

i live in a world that i constantly dread
fighting the urge to put bullet in head 
ideations of suicide, dreaming of lead 
entering cranium, now i am dead 
my final wish is that i’m casted out to sea 
so when i rise again
i cannot find my way back home
i cannot terrorize the land 

back from the dead hoe
better pack that lead, hoe
the ZETTA coming for your head
the ZETTA got you scared, hoe
ILL MINDED, bitch, get blinded
by the lyricism, wilding
going retarded, i’m spazzing, i’m blunted
you bitches are dummies, you bitches know nothing 

aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

here we go, verse two
lemme talk my shit again 
all you pussies fake, your plastic face
i see right through you mane
trapping out the cemetery
burning green, and creeping steady 
on all of you busters mane
got my weapons cocked and ready

bullets they flying, ejecting from chamber
the weapons stay hot and my mind filled with anger 
going insane, pick a weapon and spray
ain’t no thought to my actions, you hoes are in danger 
running from all of this shit
bullets in ribs, what you get when you fuck with the stranger 
tell em, fuck em, rest in piss
don’t give a fuck about nothing except for the paper 

and if you looking for me, i’m out by the sea
motherfucker come meet your defeat 
stepping on the fucking scene, blade in my hand
for pussies, bitch i’m watching you bleed
popping, dropping bodies hoe, zetta defiant
yeah he never listen to me 
zetta is one of the reasons, you cannot defeat him
hit MUDAH, return with the fleet

aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

cover by @drownstacyy

WASSUP MANE!

Produced n mixed by RO$ETTA

(LYRICS)

RO$ETTA:

mane everywhere i go 
these haters like to talk shit
speaking on my name and the gang 
like they hot shit 
but i’m knowing they ain’t down
claiming they gon break a bitch
i’m smoking on that O, rolling bones
tell them suck my dick

cuz i ain’t got no time for a pussy hating bitch
mothafucka in my face
and best believe you getting hit
mothafuckas acting like they hard
and be talking out they ass
better back that shit up 
before i grab yo bitch and break her back

REMEDY:

hatin muthafuckas talkin shit out they ass
Steady cap rapping in yo tracks

Say dat shit wit yo chest
me n zetta lay ya busta’s to rest

ill minded left a mess of sum lil bitch boi brains im insane when i switch da flow 

Ya know we southwest killas
505 Black Mesa drillas

Roll wit militia known as da illest
Yuh we make ya feel it

We trillin 
Stacking paper to da ceilin
til we hit a million 

pop oxy no penicillin 
Try ta test, we get to killin hoe

HATERS X RO$ETTA (Prod. RO$ETTA)

LOKRYPT X RO$ETTA - DUCK FO' COVER

TRACK LIST

-INTRO/B.U.D (LEANED OUT)
-B.U.D
-FEIGNING FOR A F*CKIN HIGH
-BLACKED OUT
-OUTRO


-B.U.D Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I think I needa smoke so I’ll roll me up a j
Mane these bustas wanna talk but I know they asses lame 
So imma keep it pimpin while I’m trippin off the dro
Mane you know you gotta hustle or yo ass will have to cope
So I’m reaching for that thang bitch I grip that 44
Got no problem with going to go and smack up on hoe 
I got some issues bros, I got some issues with broads
I got some issues bitches that thinkin that they so hard 


-FEIGNING FOR A F*CKIN HIGH Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Mane I wake up and I go to work, I’m feigning for a fuckin high 
Now I’m pacin everywhere and feel like imma lose my mind 
Stock ya shit and do it quick or else ya ass will fall behind 
Never mind that shitty smell and all that shit that’s in yo head 
Take a mental picture and replay it when you go to bed 
End up feeling stuck and now I’m wishin I was fuckin dead 
Blacking out and smokin dro I think that I’ve been losing hope 
Feeling the pressure that’s roping my throat and I’m selling my soul so I can make some dough


(Verse 2)
Now I’m running around thinkin about how I can catch a break
Cause this is shit so damn stressful and I’m sick of feeling fake
Now These voices in my head and sayin I should grab the gauge 
So I load It and cock it and tell myself that I will be okay 
When my brains hit the wall and my bodies on display 
You would wish that you were there, now you’re talkin to my ghost 
All of these things up in my mind are sayin I should find a cope 
But I guess that I won’t and I guess that I can’t 


-BLACKED OUT Lyrics:

(Verse 1) 
I’ve been feeling sick inside my goddamn mind 
I’ve been stumblin pacin around and I don’t I’ll be alright 
I been feeling so alone I don’t what imma do
Mane I think I need a break cause I’ve been feeling so confused  
And I think i’m full of hate but I guess you could’ve known
I’m the illest mf in the south west zone 
All I do is smoke my weed until I’m feeling fuckin gone 
Now I’m chiefin smokin Mary Jane and loadin up the bong 


(Verse 2)
Blacked out feelin drunk, thinkin bout the past
These moments never last mane they always fade away 
Now The pain will always stay and you can see it in ya face 
And now you’re looking around for reasons to keep livin in this place 
As you watch the time go mane I hope you don’t forget 
That these people never cared mane they never gave a shit
And they always out get ya mane don’t ever trust a bitch 
Cause she’ll take yo time and take yo clothes and fuck around with yo clique

STUCK IN PURGATORY VOL.1 [Prod. ENVIOUS̸] (FULL TAPE) [OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS]

Produced n mixed by RO$ETTA

https://on.soundcloud.com/WDCYf8s2AuygiG5UA


i pull up wit a .44 
put it up tu ya fuckin dome 
yall pussy fuckin hoes 
talkin shit on da low 
when me n zetta kick da door
yall duck n hit da floor 
bitches get hit wit da switch mane u should already know

i pull up wit da blade 
ill carve illmind in ya brain 
could give a fuck what they say
cuz im out here gettin paid
but if ya fuck wit da team 
ill let ya lay in da grave 
cuz its fuck a punk ahh sucka thats got something to say

FearJesus? nah i dont fear nuthin
FuckZeez ya team of fags muthafucka keep stuntin 
take yo paper leave ya bleedin if you think that im bluffin 
steady rolling up my jays getting high wit my cousins 

i was chillin wasnt trippin till yall pussies said something 
now yall faggots talkin shit runnin lip up in my comments 
so its fuck kyo fuck death clit yall can suck a dick
of all these mfs yall mfs be fucking wit

Da Graveyard (Prod. RO$ETTA)

[TRACKLIST]

SMOKE TO DIS
PARANOID PT. 2
MARLBORO REDS
DRACULA (KILL THEM ALL)
UNTIL DEATH
PITCH BLACK

PRODUCED BY JASONSHOCKEYMASK

UNTIL DEATH [FULL TAPE]

Lyrics:

I’m the southwest killa mane chillin in the dirt
I got 9 millimeters mane I’ll put you in a hearse 
I got fucked up thoughts in my head and in my mind 
I got thoughts of vicious murder mane committing a horrible crime
So I always keep a blade mane you know i never front
So I load up my new pistol and I go out on a hunt 
Keepin that weapon on my side in case a busta wanna go 
Bitch I’m reachin up for the gauge I’ll shoot yo ass if you want smoke 
Fuck, fuck with ILL MINDED mane we run anotha fade 
Killin busta bitch who talkin shit and dissin on our name
Mane we straight from 505, kickin the southwest
Motherfuckas actin hard until they ass is gettin pressed

THOUGHTS OF VICOUS MURDER [Prod. EVIL MY$TIC]

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FEATURING
KUSHKOSTA
ILLUSIONLUNA
WYNTER
$OLUMDOLOR
SVBROSO

PRODUCED BY NFTR 

817 MADHOUSE RECORDS x FOREVER SACRED

COVER ART BY 404PARKER

LYRICS

- WYNTER -

Bitch i came to drop shit off, all you opps cant talk
all black in whip, say he saw a halo, send his ass to da sky for a dollar mayne
pop em in his collar you aint never a shot caller dang gotta bankroll
withdraws in a spot where ya cant go
been beefin wit me over same hoes
i got cuttas on me better lay low
stay a hunnid degree still i stay cold
all my brothers we me we gone stay gold
hit yo ass in the neck spend some pesos
if you fall out wit me bet i aim for any problem, bitch

- ILLUSIONLUNA -

madhouse the set till the mothafuckin death of me
shoot out his knees now he crawl like a centipede 
i hit it once mane i fucked on the face 
then i passed it to bro and left without trace 
talking that talk pussy boy catch a stray 
hunnid round drum leave em dead on displace
heard act tuff but he run from the fade 
dump out the mag lay em down where he lay 
like cosmo and wanda 
i’m not with the drama 
i lay that boy down 
if he talk bout my prada
i feel like osama
i spot em and bomb em 
got shooters on go
if he not bout them dollars

- $OLUMDOLOR -

young boy livin like he bouta blow 
6 lines in the cup moving hella slow 
9 tucked in the cloak i might let it go 
smoke indo resin all over my fuckin clothes 
who gon step up?
madhouse and sacred taking over 
bitch don’t feel like you got luck 
i ran like 10 cirlcles around you punks 
step on that pussy boy like he some gum 
wait 
speak wit yo chest you lil chump 
i’m gon take everything needed 
and ride round this bitch like i don’t give a fuck
got problems i pop the truck pull out the pump
what

- KUSHKOSTA -

Coming straight outta the underground
Smoking a blunt I can’t be found
Up in the sky just chillin on the clouds
Serving the fiends up in funky town
Murking these pussies
Im smoking on cookies
Yo team full of rookies, I can’t pass this blunt
I need all my money I dont do no fronts
Feeling like bone on the 1st of the month
Madhouse we killing bitch this ain’t no stunt
Got solum with us and we getting so buck
Whole melts in my body got me feeling stuck
I need me a drank someone po’ up some tuss
Got solum with us and we getting so buck
Whole melts in my body got me feeling stuck
I need me a drank someone po’ me a tuss
I need me a drank someone po’ me a tuss

- SVBROSO -

Lookin for lighters, Got like 30 sum
All over my dresser , that’s backwards livun
I grab my tray then roll it up, i light it then I

Take a hit “oh shiiit”
I can’t feel my muthafuckin lungs

I been hidin my problems inside of this blunt
Goin mad n my house  
Smell like skunk
I been lookin for reasons to cope with my mind 
But these things lead me back to them runts
So it’s fuck everything , everyone, anyone that’s got problems
Let’s go & solve umm
Just like 
FE FI FO FUM
That choppa gon make you ass run
YOU DONT WANT NO PROB-LUMS
Dead body get found in tha funk
ITS FOREVA SACRED
madhouse muerte somos some punks
I DONT GIVE NO FUCKS BITCH
Im in hell where Im dwellin , fuck!

817MADHOUSE - HOUSE OF THE SACRED ft. $OLUMDOLOR x SVBROSO (PROD. NFTR)

PRODUCED AND MIXED BY RO$ETTA OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA
COVER BY REMEDY OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA

[LYRICS]

b-l-u to the n-t-s
is what i smoke
and what i roll
cheefing joints
that’s filled with hay
bump them speakers
is all i know
getting hella high
bloody eyes
let the smoke supply
cheefin like an indian 
you can call me chief so high

i don’t give a fuck
i’m rolling up 
smoking on that bud
burning up that flower
so my mind can ease up
on the cut
rolling up another one
smoke it all until it’s gone
then i kick back like a mack
go on and write a song

smokin in the southwest 
smokin in the southwest
rolling in the 505
cheefin up and getting high

my windows tinted
so i roll it up
and i proceed to smoke 
on a thousand blunts
the smoke is so thick
i can’t see what im toking
but only the flame 
when i pull on that junt
the fire is making my eyes so low
but my mind is up
somewhere so high
i’m mentally souring
up off of that quarter ounce
reached a new level 
up into the sky

so puff on that green
roll up on some joints
and split half with your team
making they ghetty green
counting up all the cream
smoke on a blunt 
then we all flee the scene
cuz that’s how doing this shit
mane all the way down in the 505
we pimping these hoes
smoking up, rolling bones
in the southwest, we getting so high

SOUTHWEST SMOKIN'

G.O.D.S - Fuck You (prod. Kendrick.)

505📍
⛧ ILLMINDEDREMEDY ⛧
ILL MINDED TIL I DIE!

Da Graveyard (Prod. RO$ETTA)

RemedyDaEnemy