JAY NASH X DIRTY BYRD x RUN IT UP

Lyrics: 

I lie down stripped of all I had
Don't even say I worried
I am so bad; I feel so bad
I took off in a hurry
I had to go and leave you all alone
For arrogance one must atone
Just as expected, I fell down to the dogs
A rolling stone the wrath of the gods
	
Like the empty cabinet where nothing belongs
The stringless harp will sing no song
My feelings are gone and my life is
Detached from all your heart's devices
In that place I'm sure something must go
Our hollowness continues to show
But nothing fits
Should we call it quits?
I couldn't leave it alone
I went where the wind had blown
	
	
I nibble away at my paper's edge
Frantic, deranged
My spark for you my heart's revenge
Magic and strange
	
I am not yet out of ink
We'll be forever linked
And the flame of my candle still burns
A rolling stone that always returns
	
Like the empty cabinet where nothing belongs
The stringless harp will sing no song
My feelings are gone and my life is
Detached from all your heart's devices
In that place I'm sure something must go
Our hollowness continues to show
But nothing fits
Should we call it quits?
I couldn't leave it alone
I went where the wind had blown

Diary of a Schizocrat

The Empty Cabinet

136th is where i grew up, now im walkin down 15th with my shoes up
used to not have 2 bucks, now i got like 2 bucks
in my leather pants with my vamps and my shooters (tell ‘em bitch)

i was down atrocious lettin her suck on my blood
suicidal thoughts growin so i resorted to drugs
i don’t sleep at night im out havin lots of funnn
stopped takin my medicine and now i don’t feel numbbb

now i just need blood blood blood when i eat
goddamnit got mud mud mud on my jeans
i treat everything horribly and i don’t care as u see
had to become heartless u can’t break what’s empty

all the low points hardened me im deine galaxy 
im a better fuckin person and i want em all to see
blood drippin down my grill, i got diamonds on my teeth
….1500punx make ya bleed

im young lovesick junkie
affection feels toxic to me 
make her scream when im suckin up her blood
….i don’t give a 1500 fuck

136th is where i grew up, now im walkin down 15th with my shoes up
used to not have 2 bucks, now i got like 2 bucks
in my leather pants with my vamps and my shooters (tell ‘em bitch)

i was down atrocious lettin her suck on my blood
suicidal thoughts growin so i resorted to drugs
i don’t sleep at night im out havin lots of funnn
stopped takin my medicine and now i don’t feel numbbb

….i don’t give a 1500 fuck
….i don’t give a 1500 fuck

𖤐BLOOD!𖤐 - L.O.W. (FT. HIT BY A BUS) 𖤐PROD. L.O.W.

Violent Meditation (Prod. Sxint)

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Rep The Brand

Magical

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qb30eeSNMM
Producer
Robec The Genius
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EAT MY HEART (Prod. Robec The Genius)

prod. big keefus

fuck ur speakers

lyrics~~~

i got bugs in my skin
i got drugs in my veins 
i got blood in my cup
i got death in my lungs 
i got black in my soul
i got drugs in the whip 
i got guns everywhere 
in my nose i got fent

bitch i’m coming thru the front 
got the gun to ya brain 
ima hit a fucking stain 
shoot u ima make u feel my pain 
pulling out the gun 
now u handing over cash 
pulling out the drugs 
now u handing over cash 
16 pounds in my stash 
pesticides give me rash
beat yo head with a gash 
bend her down then i smash

everyonedies!

Written By: Michael Conover

What?
3 in the morning and I’m bout’ to let this trigger squeeze 
She feelin’  hot, but really you was underneath
Let me get back to this killer attitude that I ease
Common knowledge in my brain, bout’ to rip the blunt then watch me get to the cheese (ah)

Eyes so low I be looking like I’m Japanese 
Never seen no take off with this hard work, now I look up it’s really (what, what?) Happening 

Laced blunt, I don’t front get to rollin’ then watch me dump 
Pass the torch to my brother, now they all down in a slump 
Back for my money, promise I could, watch me do it like I should 

Over here like some gangsters, promise that we good 
You in the city, we over here in the woods 
Now watch it 
Now watch us, do it how we should 
This the little engine that could 

Can’t escape the bad thoughts, I feel misunderstood 
Drown myself in these sorrows, hoping I don’t feel this tomorrow (Tommorow)
Promise you what follows, is the reaper sleepy hollows 

Cock back lean on the nine let it squeeze 
I like it when she’s not around, I get to be free
Hot as a bitch, but my chain lookin’ like Mr. Freeze
Hit you with the uppercut, call it Mr. T

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The Empty Cabinet

Ridder Jameson