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ENGINEERING BY ETHEREAL LOTUS
PRODUCED BY DIVISIM
ARTWORK BY VOLTRON CICADA

LIFES A BEACH/@ NITE(PROD BY DIVISIM)

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shade_apollo/ x https://www.instagram.com/sinizter_/

W/ @sinizterofficial
Prod. @rooseveltnoise
Mixed & Mastered by https://www.instagram.com/samuelthedestroyer/
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/dieserfreigeist/

Lyrics:
Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

All of my Franklins Patrick Bateman fresh after a kill
Hit the dark web for my payment once the contract’s been fulfilled
Yeah the system did me dirty
Had to find a way to make some mills
Cold case never met with a jury
Cool calculatin’ I’m way too skilled
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

I’m G.I. Joe up in this rap game keep that Wesson on me
Toe to toe with the Taliban I had that thirty on me
Half these pussies think they hard when they talk about me
Tote your guns up on the ‘Gram but we know you ain’t about it
Couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
Fakin’ on the net just for views
Lie about your mental issues
Cappin’ out the jaw it’s fake news
Paid to kill at one point that’s ‘real’ blood money
No remorse inside my heart what the fuck you want from me

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood Money

Spotify | Apple Music

Blood Money w/ Sinizter (Prod. ROOSEVELT)

Anyway
Me myself and I 
go way back
Tryna find my way 
Like the waze app
I lost my way 
No mames guey
So many ways
 I could change 
But I’m not changing back 
Back to my ways 
When I put myself in the back
Now there’s no way
That I’ll be turning back
With all the trauma 
I gone through 
It’s hard to relax
Hard to rest  
Looking In the mirror 
Like a thousand yard
 starring contest 

Tired of these comparison Olympics 
It’s not a contest 
Your pain isn’t any less real 
Just cause some other person saw a little more neglect 

I’m Venting in this music
 for me it’s so cathartic 
I’m Mopping the floor with the underground with each lyric

Used to be incessantly nefarious  
On my sock puppet
Not tryna be manipulated like a sock puppet 
Was hopscotching between 
The malt liquor and scotch 
Hada turn down the festivities a notch 
Liquor made me twisted like some licorice 
Crazy how liquor is 
Crazy how that is 

Lucky if we see mañana
Be happy you made it this far 
Like a zealot saying hosanna
This music ain’t a act no Hanna Montana 

Airing out these lyrics
like the little friend of tony montana 

Feel like season four
 Ruth Langmore 
These lyrics are not labor 
From troubled beginnings 
 Kim wexler 
Got a code 
Like I’m Dexter 
Immense Vocabulary 
Blacklist James Spader 

My fathers words
stick with me
Like Mr. Robot 
Christian Slater 


deserving of a clean slate 
one way or a another 
People turn on you 
Iike what you see in the wire


In my whip blasting South of Heaven by Slayer
Keep that circle small 
So you dont dread the people on your roster 
I’m twisted in the head like a dread 
On the head of a Rasta 

Unique style 
Like I’m Zeb Powell out my dental
Leavin more than a dent 
It’s torrential
Making moves like a pterodactyl
Even when I’m down 
I’m winning still 
Never give up like 
The values
my grandpa instilled 


Death is inevitable 
Soon we’ll be worm food 
Pushed away with a shovel
Totally forgotten 
As the past turns to rubble 
Timeless with my words 
Thier a time capsule 

Yeah I 
Went from down to party 
To feeling Blasé
My music an Exposé
They cannot hold a candle to me

Used to yearn for peace 
like Ralphie wanting that BB gun in a Christmas story 
Some people on 9/11 
survived an elevator free fall 
 80 stories
Just for the building to eventually collapse
 on them entirely

Morale of the story 
When it’s your time to go 
 it’s your time homie 
We live in chaos
And nothings set in stone 
So make sure you make
 this life your own

THOUSAND YARD STARE (Prod. anemic)

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Mind, body, and my soul on the edge
Going thru the struggles of life till I’m dead
Fuck shit
I’m surrounded by some pricks
Cause they eatin out my eyes and always lookin for the next
All I see is
The ghouls and they stop just to creep
It’s a big gap that’s why they can
Lie thru they teeth
And it’s all cap
Nah, I’m never lookin back
All that fucken talkin that you did
It’s only lookin bad
Why the fuck you showin out?
Time has changed, it’s goin down
Everybody backin your ass
So you can play it down
Said that you could handle the task
We see your failing now
How many bottles of bullshit, you gonna drink
Before you drown?
Hold up
Let me say it, before you ask it
Yeah I’ll be there
Fucken pissin on your casket
One sec
Gonna put it in basket
Wrap it up, and put your soul next to the plastic

[T.R.I.P.]

If I’m staying lowkey means
I’m mobbin in that 400
Riding low exhaust scraping
yea, I love stunting 
Pussy mothafuckas love to hate
I need more of it 
Better be ducking when that mothafuckin gang comin
Shots flying between your eyes
can you read behind the lines?
sick of all your fuckin lies
acting like you Pennywise 
Fuck you if you think we cool
somebody let them hounds loose
devil on my back
And he told me to kill this bap boom
When I think of the pussies
I’m only seeing red
If you fuck with UAV
there ain’t no cheating death 
If you hate your fucking life
Just shut the fuck up then
When I think of the pussies
I’m only seeing red
If you fuck with UAV
there ain’t no cheating death 
If you hate your fucking life
Just shut the fuck up then
Tired of the bitching and complaining
Bitch just hold yo breath

SEEING RED

Skorn - BLOOD SPILLER 2

FEAR NONE (PROD. SYDTHEKIDDBEATS)

VEGAS WINTER : JUGG MOTIVATION 101

CAKEWALK

RAWKZOFF

JM101

CODE BLACK

CODE BLACK (feat. Donnie Menace)

MO HEAVY : COME HEAVY VOL II

RAINDANCE (feat. Gloom Unit)

[Somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands and watches the ships]

You tell me that I just confuse you
But baby that's just what I'm used to
Say I do not wanna lose you
But way before I even knew you

Sorry to say not today
Baby don't ask me to stay
Imma just smoke on this j
And imma be right on my way

Hear me please just as I've told
Really don't mean to be cold
I know where I
I need to go

[Somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sand]

You should know I might just fuck on your bitch
She might just suck on my dick
I don't be giving no fucks
I be too busy getting rich
So bad she want lights she said turn on the switch
Hawaii and shit said that's lilo and stitch
I'm sick of it you do this shit like every day
Bitches rippin stick like this shit the seventh grade
Swear these bitches pussies need a barricade
Makes me question shit like really is this shit okay

Golden Sand

Prod. by Rich Beatz

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Pull up in this bitch,
That teddy on me so I’m gunning shit
Pull up looking stunning with a stunning bitch

Call from D said there's some funny shit
We just gonna bust a clip
No talking we done with it said fuck a snitch

After that we just hop on that boat
roll and smoke up on that pote
Georgie cause I always float
on that slope

You can catch me posted with my bro
sitting low
ripping dro
getting hoes
getting money 
getting throat

Ride for my city
You don't be fuckin with the team cause you know that ain't pretty
I cop and rip
And then envisioning this bag 
God I'm on my shit
Put it in the back
So high, I got this bitch to my left
Illy to my right 
Billy at the door said that someone gettin slight, You can say goodnight
Taking flights every night I'm talkin all the time 
Took a bitch to New York City steady sipping wine

Now, got my head up in the clouds
Bitches on the bed
and lotta money on the ground now
Smoke a pound, bumpin' to my cloud
Said she like the way I hit it said she like the way I sound 
yeah

head up in the clouds
Bitches on the bed
and lotta money on the ground now
Smoke a pound, bumpin' to my cloud
Said she like the way I hit it said she like the way, way I

Uh, I said she like the way I, the way I
I got that piff yeah you know that I’m way high, I’m way high
I’m way up
I’m takin 3s and you stay takin lay ups
You’re one and done I get that dub and then I fuckin stay up
yuh
I think its my passion flippin this money and shit
yuh
They said who this bastard really stay fuckin my bitch
yuh
Remember days when it was funny man
Now we in Miami with some bunnies getting sunny man

Way High

Original song by @sybyr
https://soundcloud.com/sybyr/i-wanted-to-die-prod-by-landfill

SYBYR - I Wanted To Die (wrightii flip)

DEATH PLUS - TRAFFIC (PROD. BY SLAUGHTER)

produced by @proderis @kaiyoshi
"lyrics" 
i aint goin out sad 
like a fuckin bitch
i love flippin hella bands
need my fuckin fix
getcho whole damn gang cause you aint on shit
and if we keep on throwin bands you bitch gone hit the splits
i had to serve his ass some dummy he aint know shit
walk in the club shawty dancin on my pole stick
fuck out my way pussy boi before we blow shit
why you actin tough when you know you aint gone tote shit

ill be in my bag till this shits fully loaded
smack a bitch out if he talkin bout old rip's
he talk too damn much why the fuck he in here
got this ak on me pussy boi disappear
bitch fuck who you came with
we did the same shit
x's and o's for my bitch speak the language 
chain gang swangin she said she love my fragrance 
hop in this wraith ima show you yo fate bitch
X2

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