post the singles I'm tryna listen to each independently

R.Ü.PP

Ey 
Smokin dro 
And makin doe 
That’s all a mufucka know 
Comin off of fuckin drugin
Is like dying in a fuckin whole 

Still packin a pistol tho /
You Blowin the whistle bro ?
Watch ya 
body 
drop 
right down 
To the fuckin flo

We stay fuckin dreams up
But been mean bruh 
Shawty lil thirsty thang 
So my flow aquaphina

This won’t hit arenas 
But this will get subpoenas 
Down a pint of Hennessy 
Now it’s a new a season 

This that brand new posse shit /
I don’t even want a hit 
Why my life so devilish 
Every time I’m on this shit 
IM Drunk as fuck 
Float like a monk 
Smells like we disecting skunks
Now that’s just that fuckin loud 
That yokai back there rollin up 

That weed way load?
Fuck them 
neighbors mane.

On the nymbus cloud?
Yeah bro 
I’m on my way 

Blow a fuckin pound,
Right up in the face 

That’s my P.O at the front door /
Put the weed away 

I came from nickels and dimes too/ I think it was better to find food 
sink in my seat with no weight on my feet 
aye I’m drinking my liquor /unwind coo
I need what I have and then times two 
you know I ain’t ever got time to , 
celebrate nothing the line moves 
ima die smooth/ in a nice chair /  with a high view

whenever when I lose/ it’s just a exit i climb thru 
detail my name w new shine hue 
the hate get  the fient in a ice cube 
measuring mine / so I time you 
pressure make diamonds and high dudes 
who am I ever gon lie to ?
know ima win wanna die too

Die Slow Posse - My Lungs Hurt( What A Drag) prod. SamWell

DIFFERENT SIDE

2wenty

[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!

dxnkwer - Ghetto Voice Vol. 1
feat. kenichi, DXILZ , eiby
Genre: Hip-Hop
24.03.2023
©dxnkwer
©Memphis Cult
Spotify:https://open.spotify.com/artist/7AmkqDnifFxuz6KuDccmps?si=wSgU4e49R5ioWpgDiXfkiQ
vk:https://vk.com/dxnkwer
other:https://linktr.ee/dxnkwer

Get Buck

(Verse 1- SKELETONMANE)

You know it's SkeletonMane up in this bitch aka young october 66
Always keep that 45mm tucked in case pussy boy switch 
Dressed all black fully loaded ready to hit this lick

Creepin through yo block yeah you best be ready
Ridin with the gang in a crewcab Chevy 
Blood gonna spill everywhere 
this shit gon get messy 

So I cock it back and shoot 
It's a motha fuckin homicide 

So Whatcha gonna do?
Yeah You know you gon lose
Life or death you gon choose
I am the evilest 
There's no need to show the proof 
Pussy 
So fuck you and your group 
Nothing but fakes & tough talk that's what's I asssume 


(HOOK - SKELETONMANE)

Bitch I'm feeling right bitch I feel like tommy wright
Lookin through the sight bitch I feel like tommy wright 
Creepin through the night bitch I feel Tommy wright 
Hit them with the light bitch I feel like Tommy wright 
Left them in fright bitch I feel like Tommy wright 

(Verse 2 - PLAINFACE) 

Where the fuck you at
Say you know my location 
Sitting here with my buckshot 
Just know im Patiently waiting 
Throw them threats I know you 
Studio gangstas stay playing 
Sound like you west coast 
just know you 
ain’t what they claiming 

What the fuck is up? 
Stay licking on my nuts 
Your bitch is a slut 
Slurpin up this cum 
I’m so curupt
I don’t give a fuck 

Never did 
And never will 
My mind so fucking Ill
Swear to god I’m about kill 

From the dirt 
Where you ain’t 
got no mothafuckin worth
It’s absurd 
How these bitch boys they carry they purse 
run up in the valley you gon get your ass marked 
marking up my Talley of how many people I hurt

TOMMYWRIGHT FT. PLAINFACE PROD. EVIMY$TIC

[LYRICS]

mane i pull up wit the stick
drop 4, bag em up inside the freezer 
life is dangerous, shit gets reckless 
so i always pack the heater
45. hollow tips
or the nine millimeter 
it depends on how i’m feeling 
on that day, it could be either

it could be neither
shi i pull up with a forty
and a knife 
with a bottle of that gin 
and orange juice that sits on ice
while these pussy mothafuckas 
pourin lean into they sprite
unzip the pound and grind the weed up
pack that shit up in my pipe

now i’m lifted, like a blimp
but i’m sort of like a pimp 
the way i’m taking hoes money 
but leave em without a cent
while you bumming off yo momma
bitch im out here getting rich
i’ve been working off my ass
tryna get up on this shit

now i finally got it popping bitch 
sorry i ain’t dropping shit 
i had to get my craft right
before i came back in this bitch
now it’s back to back, mane rap to rap
you know it’s hit to hit 
ain’t fucking with no bitch 
you know that zetta mane 
ain’t barring shit

BODY BAGS

TRACK #2 “STRAWBERRY KREAM”
PRODUCED BY SPHYNX
FEATURING
ILLUSIONLUNA
WYNTER
KUSHKOSTA

APPLE MUSIC - https://music.apple.com/us/album/strawberry-kream/1772361262?i=1772361264

SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/track/1ykd155OO71wwWBQCIx4mr?si=_3hknszqT3-fZqn8mW_u0Q

LYRICS

ILLUSIONLUNA

Watch how you talk when you talking to me 
Load up the choppa and take out ya team 
He want a feature he gon pay the fee 
He big goofy mothafucka wannabe 
Madhouse the set bullet holes in yo tee
Close off yo casket you split into three 
No ben n jerrys i get to the
N no ben n jerrys i get to the cream
Strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam
Straw strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam

KUSHKOSTA

Cruisin down the street grippin on my fuckin 45
Ima aim it at yo skull and leave yo shirt tye dyed
Trigga finga itchin ima leave ya fucking ma crying
Madhouse what im reppin and my niggas always down to ride
Load the smith n wesson
Boy you better get to stepping
Cause my niggas fucking reckless and we smoking out in Texas hoe
Blowing dank
Nigga all I smoke is dank
Errday, trynna fwm ima have to go and catch a case
Kosta mane yunno all I slang is dank
Trippin off these shroomies mane i think im bouta go insane
Trynna pop some xannys I ain’t trynna feel my fucking face
Shawty pop a xanny all she trynna do is gimmie face
That bitch say she love me but I know that bitch is playing games
I don’t wanna fuck cause all I’m worried bout my fucking cake hoe

WYNTER

Better open yo safe or ill aim yo face
Madhouse da gang
Don’t you try its a waste you gone make me 
insane imma create a case
She passed me the blunt hit it once it was 
laced
Heart made of chrome im alone in way 
I’m in yo home wit yo dome on display
Jumped out the zone
Call my phone hate to say but i 
rolled me a bone skeleton 
Who gone pray
Huh
I got 99 problems and a bitch is 
one
I tried to pick em like my colors I probably been switched up
Won’t get a dime outta me unless you 
picked it up
He tried to dry snitch on me them niggas
zipped him up

817MADHOUSE - STRAWBERRY KREAM (PROD. SPHYNX)

[TRACKLIST]

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

PRODUCED BY JASONSHOCKEYMASK

UNTIL DEATH [FULL TAPE]

Produced and Mixed by RO$ETTA of The ILL MINDED MAFIA

COVER ART by REMEDYDAENEMY of The ILL MINDED MAFIA

PHOTO CREDITS: @_ro3___ on INSTAGRAM

Fade Away (feat. RO$ETTA)

hearing sounds 

in the middle in the of the night 
i can hear the reaper calling
hear the devil say my name 
echo through the walls and
everytime i try to sleep
they say the same thing 
tryna take my soul
mane why don’t they let me be
shit i knew damn well
shouldn’t have fucked around with that shi
now i’m sitting, tripping 
end up caught up in the mix
evil shit going down
ritualistic demons creep my fucking head
seeing triple 6 shit

i guess the only option 
is to blow my damn top
always seeing shadows
in my room when i spark
full moon on the brink
now i think i’m boutta crack
find me in the closet
with my damn neck snapped
shoulda went to jesus
prolly could’ve saved my soul
now it’s too late 
damn deals been closed
never was religious
so i never could foresee
my entering of hell
satan bowing down to me

leaving 1st degree burns on a mothafucka 
mane
hot enough to melt hell, put them boys to a flame
evil than a mothafucka call me EVIL MY$TIC mane
if you fucking with my shit i put a bullet in the brain
ima southwest soldier, i already told ya
creeping out the 505, pump on my shoulder
they ain’t bout that evil, mane these mothafuckas scared
man i see the devil when i look into the mirror

666, can’t escape from this hell
shouldn’t have sold my soul
now this evil will prevail
mane it lives inside my head
waiting like a spell 
come and kill anyone 
falling down that well
not long til it takes over 
your whole town 
evil will begin to lurk 
hear it through this sound
bumping on yo speakers 
is a damn ritual 
RO$ETTA tryna hypnotize 
taking over souls

a moment of relief

[RO$ETTA] 
internet love
on the gram, shawty dm me
ima stay the night for a band 
at the bnb
i tell her come through
leave your friends 
it’s just you and me
and baby let me fuck
let our love blow like tnt

i look into her eyes
shawty know it’s true love
she got me in the skies 
yeah, this love and this bud
mane, i’m getting high 
she put liquor in her cup
mary jane by side
but ???? im tryna cuff

[ENVIOU$]
fuck all these bitches
who be tryna grip my dick
i know you nothing, making assumptions 
bout some shit that you ain’t know
you just another dumbass hoe
who talking shit up on the low
i got no room for your love
and no room for your soul

i’m wasting my time
and ???
and thinking bout our fucking life
and if there’s something
are we loving, are we fighting, are we fucking
what the fuck is going on with all this shi
and are we fine? 
is there something going on, and are we gonna be alright?

INTERNET LOVE [UGLY MIX] (PROD. RO$ETTA)

Carvey Harm - I'm Tha Pimp, She's Tha Hoe

Dj Akoza x Apoc Krysis - Make A Move

Bone Collector Feat. Baker Ya Maker (Prod. WhiteShadow)

Finna Wreck (feat. Soulzay)

ILL MINDED MAFIA
PROD. JASONSHOCKEYMASK
HMU FOR BEATS $$$ @illmindedrosetta

UNTIL DEATH [FULL TAPE]

RO$ETTA

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