ROLEPLAY - YNG MARTYR X OMXNEMO (ft. LUCIE’S NIGHTMARE + ISSBROKIE) (PROD. YUKII)

Phonk Fucker

TYSON

I ain’t goth but I dress like this
Chains hanging from my necks and wrists like this
Witchblades like I’m lil peep in this bitch 
I got lots of fame take a pic like this 

Take a flick, yous a munch, ice spice, a little bitch
All these bitches fucking mini me’s
They wanna take a sip

Of this power 
Of this money 
Of this beat
Of this feat

Bitch I’m climbing to the peak 
Ain’t nobody stopping me

Take a flick, yous a munch, ice spice, a little bitch
All these bitches fucking mini me’s
They wanna take a sip

Of this power 
Of this money 
Of this beat
Of this feat

Bitch I’m climbing to the peak 
Ain’t nobody stopping me

Ain’t nobody stopping me
We put a chopppa to his teeth
I turned his brain to obsolete
This Fuck boy wanna be like me
I’m doing shows I’m finna eat
I merked this flow i merked this beat
You a lil peon can’t compete
You better squeeze yo Jesus piece

1 2 3 4
Point the chrome right to ya dome
I ain’t got no time for a lame
Yo bitch just gave me brain
I been n the field with the steel
Serving up them meals
You been in yo feels in the ville
Cappin bout yo skill

Guantanamera I got your bitch on my dick
Goth bitches on my line they telling me to rate their fit
Hit the ditty Freddie dredd, I got more bodies than a bitch
Nick at night let’s make a movie that don’t make no fucking sense

That don’t make no fucking sense
Demons lurking thru yo vents
Hollow pointed at yo chest
Im finna put you down to rest

Clean the blood right off the stick
Give a fuck I’m off the rip
Always pocket watching on a bum you bitches take a flick

[Freddie Krueger]
I know where you're going.. (ha ha ha ha)
(slices)
It's traveling time!

Take a flick, yous a munch, ice spice, a little bitch
All these bitches fucking mini me’s
They wanna take a sip

Of this power 
Of this money 
Of this beat
Of this feat

Bitch I’m climbing to the peak 
Ain’t nobody stopping me

Take a flick, yous a munch, ice spice, a little bitch
All these bitches fucking mini me’s
They wanna take a sip

Of this power 
Of this money 
Of this beat
Of this feat

Bitch I’m climbing to the peak 
Ain’t nobody stopping me

FLICK! w/bumboi

lyrics:

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

Put a cap in his ass
Feel the wrath
I'ma drag to the back of house
Put a stack on X'ing him out
If a man wanna fuck with mine
Laugh at him now
Hit a nigga, put a rag in his mouth
I don't really think of asking twice
Blast and I'm out, what a god damn ass of a clown
Cut a fucker then I dug a ditch
Cuz I never knew another motherfucker
Wanna gut a motherfucker much as Rezzy
I'm in love with this

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

out on all platforms

a cold day in hell (prod. adjacen7)

GENOCIDE! w/ SAUSH x KILLDYLL (prod. Bumboi)

amv: [https://youtu.be/VH4pPJCQYIg]

lyrics:
Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it deep, shit

Born with that muhfuckin' hatred, I hate shit
Worn from the wars I been facin', I'm faithless
Needles in the sky
You needin' a reason why
Come and die
Boy you ain't about that ape shit
You ain't shit, just face it
You bitch boy
I've come to destroy you
With a squad of motherfuckers sending shots with no warning
With no cape on, I aim guns and watch 'em recoil
Drop 'em off the chopping block and bring the pot to a boil
Checka checkin' all my records, what the fuck is a veteran?
Nevertheless, I'm unimpressed, got 35 in my letterman
Hang a body from the ceiling, leave a bucket underneath
Collect the blood so I can guzzle, motherfucker, then repeat
"Why God..."
"Have you done this to me?"
Don't ask God, I'm God with a blunt in my teeth
So that's why I don't talk when a gun in my reach
Cuz why talk while opps could be running from me?

Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it...

mk plus ultra (prod. scorpio x rose)

TALK IS CHEAP! w/DELIRIUM

OPERATION: NEMESIS

CATCH ONE

BLZZRD

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art by: @donotresurrect x @gvzzvh
official amv: [https://youtu.be/BdwoqOwZCbg]

lyrics:
they call me young takeshi kovacs with it 
flow acidic, cold precision 
goated with it 
i’ll fold you niggas, like your whole division 
hold a minute, i’m loaded 
i hope the pole don’t getcha 
4 incisions, a .223 to put a hole up in em 

oh shit, ay there go my old chick 
she just tryna jack it off, like we at the coat check 
they just wanna have my sauce, i just want my flow back
call me king of babylon, target on my whole back, no sweat

ain’t what you used to
but i could give a fuck 
i ain’t wanna do it to em 
but now they dead and gone and i been up on youtube 
i’m getting fetty boy 
and if my pistol pew pew, then bitch get ready for it 

ain’t nobody fucking with res he the best ain’t nobody could buss him
the rest of the bodies get brought in the back with the buzzards 
in the back of the lac keep the mac on my lap ima tuck it 
why the fuck is you running, i’m known as the god of destruction

OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

takeshi kovacs concerto in F minor (prod. mercykill x rose)

An icon of the post-SoundCloud era, $atori Zoom drifts within genres. Pulling from experimental rap, punk rock, goth, alternative, and electronic music, his sound lives in a space between resistance and reflection. With his 2019 breakout single “BUSTER,” $atori cut through the noise of the underground and built something deeper, catching the attention of major labels and fans alike.

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