made up of the fae
envoy from the fuckin’ fade
baby, hope you know i been this way
hope you know what you just got yourself into
moonveil hit you, slice in two
you in hell, so welcome to the circle
me and booda lurk
you’ll see us soon

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
go ahead and talk about it
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
go ahead and talk about it

pull up like i’m murray
leave ya mama worried
see my face, i keep it blurry
in a hurry, as i know i’m dying hoe
light is shining, signing “fuck you” with my right
spitting spirit rites, you hope you right
but you know you wrong
and you gone
fuck some action
you ain’t even fit for rapping
it’s splinter faction, stands is clapping
in ovation fashion
skull is cracking but i’m back in
no, the fact is that i’m laughing like i’m fallon
how you think you been a challenge
losing balance
i’m the fate
i’m the grave
you the wave?
then i’m great white
taking eight bites out your lame life
roll the dice, hit them snake eyes
advise you to get the fuck up out the way
otherwise you might die
but that’s fine
by design
octo, booda, two of a kind
i think i be divine
nevermind
crawling out this hellish mine
hellish mind
i’m assigned
take this world and make it ashes
and i don’t fucking plan
to fail it hoe
hail to o

your lips are always flapping but got nothing to say
i see this as a game and you know i'm gon' play
i know i got the dope, customers gonna pay
i'll fuckin' sniff em out and flip it like the bloodhounds fang
you see i got that strength and dex so yo ass gon' be beat
i'm the bloody finger, it's on sight in these streets 
stay up in the lab, no one else is in our pedigree
why they call me master? cause i take it to the next degree 
my intelligence is on a whole 'nother level
mind is always racin, ain't got no time to settle 
busted out the clink, Booda, Octo, we don't do wrong
every single week, the crew comin with a new song
other rappers don't do shit so no surprise there's shock about it
bodying these beats, put some chalk around it
if you got a problem, all you do is fuckin walk around it
if i got a problem, you can bet that i'll talk about it

talk about it (feat. Booda Tha Master)[prod. UNREM]

Beauty Is Pain Cypher (prod. Bex & Bright)

Cypher Competition for Producers, Bex & Bright! Theme: Beauty is Pain

LYRICS:

uh oh... (uh oh) 
there she goes again... there she goes again... (uh oh)
uh oh... (uh oh) there she goes again...
do anythin' to be a..... (be a... be a.._

girl i, betcha was fiine,
but then ya... stepped into time..
unexpected... caught ya... lost ya prime
all the... lines forming...
no longer form at your behind...
thought ya...
never would've ever hit the wall... but find
lots of...
things change up, so what up?!
now YOU'RE in line to get cut up...
you raise them titty cups up... lift the butt up...
lips get puffed up...
injectin some stuff, that's prolly gonna clump up...
elvis jealous, how one side got them gums up... (thank you very much)
cuttin down the skin around ya nose, make it round -n-
the face stretched back so far... i thought you were Shaolin
keep on supply, a gallon
of found-dation... surrounded ya face -n- now -n- then
switch ya eye color -n- ya race again (rachel dolezall!)
all ya want's... first place again...
no matter the pain it takes -n- then...
another nip -n- tuck... for maintainin' it...
it's gettin tough but for the beauty she wishin'
gettin' ... sliced up
cuz it's an... 'under the knife' ...mission

uh oh... (uh oh) there she goes again...
there she goes again... 
uh oh... (uh oh) there she goes again...
do anything for that new nose and chin (chin)
uh oh... (uh oh) there she goes again...
there she goes again... 
uh oh... (uh oh) there she goes again...
do anythin to be a hoe again... (hoe again)

nahhh.. it don't, stop there...
she got an ice cold glare...
cuz she don't even blink...
not this whole year...
eyes don't close no..mo....
plus there's no hair...
wig after wig after wig... 
-n- i think that pair of brows is wild...
yea that's cool, they barely move,
(hey, actually that's a tattoo...)
hard to keep track of what's factual
that massive bruise, that's on half of you,
like you got...beat up, 
is from them deep cuts...-n- healin' up
be like three months...
so best keep her, outta sight until she 'outta-sight'
the creature... be out huntin' til she run out of night...
got the balance right as long as you turn down the light
goddamn them pants are tight...
sumthin want out -n- won't go down without a fight...
thataboutright?... don't know where to start wit you,
the issue of late is most of ya face is made of scar tissue...
it's an art... official...  just plain different.. quite vivid
-n- been in constant pain, insistin' on 'under the knife' livin...

CHORUS-ish

Under-The-Knife Life (Bex & Bright Cypher - Beauty is Pain)

wristband blues but this hoe bright white
with the beeper on my left, i ain’t left out of all they sight
day or night
i don’t know, i only know these fluorescent lights
and all the flies that die inside
reminding me and mine of i
slide down head first
helter skelter, make it hurt
cookies with the trazodone
pill cocktails for all dessert
go ahead and make it worse
scrubs straight out the fuckin dirt
yeah i wanna fuckin die
ocky never found up in the search
cold turk, no smoke
hope for nothing, it’s a joke
group or 1 or 1
“but im fine”
nah, gimme ya phone
goddamn im alone
in a room full of drones
drool pooling
im assuming that dooming is my own
pain cooling, no fooling the devil up in his home hoe
throw me in the jacket, waste away
play me out, left side stage
problems popping
dressed in broken brains
no bang
just draining out the fuckin side of my neck

psych ward (prod. souljabythelake)

The Anarchist (Punk Trap Beat)

:/

drain the 510 by 1:50
5150 till i’m sixty billion
maybe then i’ll be chilling
instead of feeling this feeling of detonation
and i can’t even claim that’s it’s dedication
dead me talking bout some vocation
i choke on occasion, o
yeah you crazy o
yeah you fading o
its all gravy
why you shaky
why you screaming “save me”
you so lazy o
why don’t you maybe rap a little
shaking the webs and racking the pistol
blick to the mental
kick it like my extended family with the fentanyl

you don’t fucking know me and i think it’s for the best
tell my mother anything to calm her sobbing breath
tell my father that i always lost my head
let them know that even if i die
nah i’m never fucking dead

do you got the time
do you have the fuckin space to watch me waste
and decay away 
place these roaches on my grave
i’m nothing to save or savor
my flavor fade
a crater where my head was laid

where do i start?
where do i end?
where is my heart?
can i pretend that parts of me are hard to see
rather than never be there at all
paradise lost, i guess i always had connection to fall
destined to fall
deep in the car and i’m going like paul
i don’t do calls
dead my phone
red tapestry spilling, filling, flooding right out my palms
speak my mind but struggle making it my own
deep as a puddle, really overrated
a two piece puzzle with edges extra serrated
and now the huddle separated

i’m alright tho
let’s just roll some dope and smoke
and let’s just go outside hoe
how many times will i tell these people that i’m fine tho?
a rotten apple out a healthy tree
but they never seem to mind hoe

sudden cut to black (prod. keko)

\:

plague up on the lanes
plague up on the veins
another day
leaking grey over faux leather
still ain’t dead okay
still been under weather
but whatever hoe
treading water
said and authored
by the young hemingway
let it blow, let ‘em know
o a hoe? you calicos are bold as hell
o a solar flare
o a homeward demon
only dreaming here and there
my life is leaning toward the fiending
toward the shaking, toward salvation 
toward the way these notifications turning off

find me broken atop hills of bloody snow
find me joking at my wake to the face of my mother’s own
find me under waves of bloated bodies
with a loaded shotty
plotting nothing
except my way back to my home
never known
bound to bone, let the chrome fly
zone to zone, treat it semper fi
still alone, still atone
for the sins of another drone
same as me ‘cept i got they brain lobotomized


take a seat chew the fat
the seanachie of mortuary facts
favorably they turn their heads to laugh
no one wants to hear the kid recite about the past
so soak his sore muscles softly in a salt bath
broken back, pinched a nerve
under attack or so i've heard 
indict the worst despite the urge to sleep with dirt
one with earth
worms make home inside a skull
worst of all is to be dull
open my ribcage
a fetish to defenestrate
 
feeling quite too ambient
saliva from the lip
ceiling staring back 
severance what i live
that's a natural habitat 
got nothing more to give
waitin  for that ratatat
on to some stupid shit 
waitin for a mission 
cancer in remission hoe
ill scream if you dont listen shit goes to 11 though 
i gather up the money just kidding aint got no dough
i find it funny when i feel other than miserable

rich baby silver spoon mouth
never had that route
spill my guts let the demons out
heathens from the choir shout
"hey boss watcha think about it now"
at a loss how to handle doubt
rich baby silver spoon mouth
never had that route
spill my guts let the demons out
heathens from the choir shout
"hey boss watcha think about it now"
at a loss how to handle doubt
absolutely nothing is felt

homunculus (feat. nerve) [prod. nerve]

Hope you Get a goods a nights rest
Cuz when u wake in the morning  
And if i not there when your eyes open
I gave you fair warning

Im movin on, im moving up
Hate to leave ya behind
But chu aint do enuf

You keep slumming
I aint bumming
Im headed to the top you and living at the bottom

Cant hold me down
Cut the anchor
Cut ties with all the lies and skip the anger 
This songs too happy for me to get caught up in the bullshit
Show no emotion
I aint tellin you specifically but I know where im going
Where the grass is greener
Where I wear a new demeanor
Leave the past behind  last image, reminiscent of holding up the middle finger 
Sorry it didn’t work out like you would think
But I unlocked my self esteem and now im bout sip my breakfast tea

Moving On Cyp

"From The Bunker" is a split mixtape between Russ Hillier and M.C. Razor created somewhere underground in 2020.

With thanks to @nomadicodyssey for their input and inspiration, and Agni's feature on Look at the Top

Check out @m-c-razor and @m-c-razor-too for more M.C. Razor content!

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