He’s fucking back holt shit 😭🙏🙏🙏

Salem is back, watch out world🗣️🔥

“Rappers waggin tails and starin back at me”

“THEY SAID THAT IM WEAK SO I WENT AND GOT MY WEIGHT UP”

love u

im, plantin the bomb, you mothafuckas fail the retake
bitch we on a streak, we catchin dubs because the team's great
yo chain is fake, yo neck is green, you fuckin cheapskate
pop him in his face, so fuckin hard he feel his teeth ache
wintertime, you can go, bitch i been thru it all
back then caught him ackin, bullets flew thru the the hall
and now these cheesy ass rappers prolly sue for a brawl
thinkin that you got the heat, you fuckin chewin it off
and now you chokin it, roll you up, im tokin it
pussy keep a weapon, but its useless if he showin it
homie you ain't smokin shit, better get to stowin it
hide ya bitch and all the money, then get down before explosions hit
who you know wit more shooters then tom clancy
know i heard em dissin, keep the glock where its handy
movin up a brick, im movin salt, and rock candy
when im fuckin on ya bitch, i got her poppin on plan b, tell ya slut to unhand me

24 ks, i ain't talkin bout karats
if we had a fucking fight, should be proud of ya merit
if the shoe fit, fuck em, let em keep it to wear it
cuz the lately all the fuckin oppies, wanna chirp like a parrot
they can't compete, its apparent, they in the bleachers, and starin
bitch i bring the heat, delete, and cause deceit without carin
im too elite to compare, i mix the beat with the snare
bitch im ridin down ya street, discretely, keepin it there
because i know that you was fed fucked,
knew it from the jump, id have to be the one to step up
like a doctor bitch, im givin check ups
pastor preach the peace, until the oppies tryna set up
pop a glocky during morning sermon
pastor said that im disgusting, more then vermin
im sick as shit, i can feel my fuckin body turnin
drop a clip, walk off the scene and leave my homi burnin

champions (prod. luke g)

lyrics:

(this was a freestyle)

shit get hot when i step into the place
got u starstruck dont know what to say
slick up out the mouth finna put u in yo place
yeah u chillin rn u gon end up inna grave

feel like Thors i dont fear any enemy
lookin for some pity i dont need any sympathy
fuckin wit my homies only shit that’ll get to me
u a bug compared to me u gettin stomped like a centipede

im on my up shit feelin ascension
fiend for every dollar u just work for da pension
writin like an author i be workin on penship
sike nah im cappin nah this shit is not written

feelin like a samurai im slicin like kenshin
u got bitch in yo blood thats the shit that im sensin
u a stick in the mud thats why nobody listen
feel like mason maybe woods the way im onna mission

me and T smokin gas and we fly like its heavenly
when i fuck up onna mic thats a day that youll never see
500 on yo head price big like its jeopardy
illin everything i touch im not talkin bout leprosy

sippin drank out the cup im not talkin bout no wok bitch
shawty got a lil bit of ass she a goth bitch
everybody know that we laugh when u drop shit
everybody know that u mad when we talk shit

go stupid for the cash
eat beats like it fastfood
baby kinda bad
skinny waist, and a ass too
hit it from the back
and it smack then i pass it to the homies in the back of the caddy smokin gas too loud

808 hit like a fist it pound 
CANT TAKE MY MIX CANT BITE MY SOUND
IMMA KING INNIS BITCH SO GIMME MY CROWN
LEAVES HIS ASS INNA TRASH NO LOST AND FOUND

they surprised when a white boy murder dat
spit sick and he got swag never heard of that
hoe try to dm onna gram i aint flirtin back
hittin up the bank with a stack
 inserting cash

infrared sight light em up kick back
imma pimp wit da chicks but im not slick back
like a chimp innis bitch throw shit get clapped
sick him get clipped u shit u mad

TROLL OF JOM [PROD. H!CKEY]

ULTRA EGO FT: Tamaeya (PROD.NOVÂFLED)

how tragic, ducks down when the clout happens
shout latin, deny god, but never doubt magic
bout dragons, cut down when the mouth yappin
loud clappin, its my shots, if you out lackin
when they rap it sound satirical, so could you start up writin g?
cussin out my psyche, please, i know it's such a sight to see
its truly just a miracle, that i can even strike the beat
dustin off the mic to see, if i still got that fight in me
sip slow, out the wine glass
sit low, and tip toe, until the time pass
ride fast, at least the mothafuckin rhymes last
where my fuckin piece of mind at?
steady stirrin the pot, this ain't gonna end well
a soldier lost in our arms, give him a ten bell
his story lives on, but only if his men tell
your book of words, and how you always worked the pen well
the sky is fallin, caught jason, he in the pit pantin
bitch ass rapper, biggest opp is prolly chris hansen
that shit depressin, wont find me up in this bitch dancin
this shit a dream, i pull my punches, but aint shit landin
i lost my faith in humanity, thats the truth of it 
yall fuckas build careers, just to lose it over stupid shit
went on live and threw a fit, thanks and now you booted bitch
and for the next talent that's comin, ur gettin muted quick
what a shame, right?
any artist could be great, but they the same, like
they never changin, always stickin to the game tight
then they get exposed, and run away, upon the same night
pussy boy, better stop and listen
even as a child, never had a pot to piss in
we was throwin shots, til the fuckin choppa glisten
pockets ridden, we wasn't gonna stop, til the top was spinnin
keep a rocket hidden

god's seat

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LYRICS: 
Yeah, yeah, bitch I took acid with shrooms
Experimenting with the drugs in my room, got me ascending when I inhale the fumes
Because resentment, this the shit that I do, he sent his song to me it put me on snooze
I gotta be honest I wasn't amused, stop acting like you got something to prove

Bitch, me and blade coming in, we both came from the bottom
That's why we been dropping songs, and yet we still gon' be punching in
To a nine-to-five job, we just do what we gotta, don't give a fuck if you is judging it
Get my name out your mouth, don't know what I'm about pussy nigga shut up and start running it
I don't want you around if you cannot acknowledge all this work that a young nigga putting in

Huh, whoo, uh, exhale the nicotine
For a while I been stuck in between, but you niggas could never break my humility
Ha-choo, uh, flow got a cold I'm in quarantine cause I'm too sick with it
Real soon, all of my niggas been moving towards better days, I'm sticking with them like a tattoo

I'm deep in my thoughts had to open it up, I don't understand why I've been closing it off
I just cop me a gram and start rolling it up, I don't smoke with nobody I'm smoking it all
I'm always taking these pills got me throwing them up, I'm still taking them because they making me numb
To the disorders I was born with, not all my problems but that's just the short of it

Rapping till I am deceased, always going mental
I've been putting in work I can barely sleep
Drive too fast on e, pedal to the metal I can barely see, okay
I ain't tryna pay no fee, never cop a rental if the name on me, no way
We stay 10 shows deep, riding for my brothers and that's on me, all day

Yeah, yeah, bitch I took acid with shrooms
Experimenting with the drugs in my room, got me ascending when I inhale the fumes
Because resentment, this the shit that I do, he sent his song to me it put me on snooze
I gotta be honest I wasn't amused, stop acting like you got something to prove

You putting us off you a sleeper
Had to show em we ain't fuckin' round with this shit
We make yo bitch's mufuckin knees hurt
Eatin' shit on a beat, it ain't nothin to me or my buddy we blowin' the speakers

It's omin 'n blx up in this bitch
Malicious intent when im walkin' in
Got a model on deck 'n im lockin in

Like hey whatchu doin, Lil bae where you goin
Now, I wanna take you out on a date
Where I pay then I slay that cat inna day
Get paid, new fit, new whip where i'm goin now

Headin' to pass all these shitty rappers
All these shitty cappers are a stain on my image
I'm fitted when rollin up sittin' outside 'n im pondering
Shit do I even got talent, I do

This choppa gon chop chop em like a veggie
I cut out some wings for em makin' that boy fly
I promise I'll pop pop em like a bag, that corn he say got a tool he lyin
He got on a sour face like all the time, but i know that he sweet like a blueberry pie
Homie, I'ma plot homie for like years if i really gotta

Bitch I gotta to prove a point
I been stubborn like that since a little boy
Shoutout gang they my brothers forever
Boy you a pussy talkin' bout sum, if he wanna pull up he can pull up so I did

Calling bluffs what I love
Secondary to the drugs
I wanna lust on a bitch while i'm high as fuck
Rollin through in my blood wagon, yeah blx up

Yeah, yeah, bitch I took acid with shrooms
Experimenting with the drugs in my room, got me ascending when I inhale the fumes
Because resentment, this the shit that I do, he sent his song to me it put me on snooze
I gotta be honest I wasn't amused, stop acting like you got something to prove

PATIENT ZERO [w_BLXDESMITH] [PROD. SAINT URYA]

SLAUGHTER SESSION (PROD. DISTURBED)

you rappers lazy, off the stage while i go hit the throttle
hit the line and we can maybe squabble
sit and dawdle, off the liquor bitch it make me wobble
aristotle pourin fos up out this baby bottle
this shit's deeper then philosophy, nobody's stoppin me,
from gettin broccoli, i tried to tell these mothafuckas constantly
can't put nothin over quality, you only answer honestly,
or you just a fuckin wannabe, im tired of givin modesty
who wanna fuck wit me,
grab my sammy at the sto, for the buck fifty
trust me, fucka, always keep my pole wit me
bitch you pumpin fuckin fakes up out the whole city
make the shit you love, but it'll never go on plaques, like,
my hands are covered in this mothafuckin graphite
hidden secrets flashin like they under blacklight
its just a bad night, keep the blizzy wrapped tight
don't get to hoggin, pussy, keep the rotation
this rappin shit is my vocation, the beat it give me elation
but i ain't waitin for no standin ovation
for the longest, couldn't give my location
the shit i heard it had me stressed out
the way they doin ppl out here, keeps ya neck out
and phony fuckas steady lookin for the best clout
have my fun and then i go make it to the next route
what a tragedy, rappers waggin tails, starin back at me
they ain't backin me, you can keep the lane, but you ain't passin me
now they want a verse, can't get a share up on this masterpiece
unless you fuckin pay up, pussy boy know that taxin eem
they told me bet, i told em pay up
watch me how i dunk you on this verse and do a lay up
they said im weak, so i went and got my weight up
pussy boy be textin allat shit, but he won't say nun

GRAPHITE (PROD. ZOOWE)

ARTIST: ZILLVH
PRRODUCER: Bowsy
MIXED: ZILLVH
ARTWORK: ZILLVH

ROCK IT OUT! (Prod. Bowsy)

these prophecy's are coming tru get right with Jesus b4 there's no more time god bless, much luv, and enjoy the muzik <3

GRAPHITE (PROD. ZOOWE)

SALEMKUMA

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