I CAN'T GET AWAY (Prod. EYKEY)

PROD DELIRIUM
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TILL IM DEAD

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Big Sin I been a savage straight up out the womb
.30 cal, I Spitfire and rappers blowin’ fumes
I’m Tutankhamun out the tomb you boutta meet ya doom
Kick in doors, super soldier clearin’ out the room

Self righteous hatred coursin’ through my fuckin’ veins
We can’t collaborate, you trash and I discriminate
I’m Hannibal Lecter, cannibalize, that’s my philosophy
Ain’t takin’ votes, it’s no debate, ain’t no democracy

Been there done that peep the catalog
You do the fact checkin’ ain’t a thing I haven’t done
Your favorite rapper need a verse lil bitch I wrote him one
I’m second to none, bitch I’m the one, ain’t doin’ this shit for fun

Type-A, pure rage, I put that on display
Only way to keep me calm so stay the fuck away
Muthafucka you a busta, fuck you what you portray
12 gauge to ya brain bitch I’m inhumane

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

Verse 2:
Blood on my axe, I’m ready for action makin’ his brain go splat and—
Bitch I’m assassin, slappin’ the mag in, lyrical killin’ with passion
Split him like fraction, watch his reaction, think I might cause a distraction
Sociopathic, type it in captions, bitch I ain’t showin’ compassion

Ten thousand hours, bar for bar I do it in my sleep
Refined technique, I play for keeps I got that shit they need
I’m takin’ risks, what you wager, bitch I make that leap
Throwin’ punches in the air when Sinny on they screen

Your records floppin’, lookin’ sad and bitch I’m kickin’ ass
I pop more Nazi’s than the Russians back in Stalingrad
Weaponize the pen & pad lil bitch I’ll show you passion
Ain’t no actin’, bitch I’m flashin’, diamonds shinin’ past ‘em

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

written / performed by @blckbrds
prod. Scottzilla
eng. @tumaggz

BLOOD:HOUND

Some new songs some from years ago
Alot more in store you whore enjoy
DWMG CFYB

TRAIL BLAZER

Surprise title track along with a release of the album on all platforms today. Enjoy!

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Spheres in my mind, choke notes from the kind who are walkin in the bay roof
field wanna talk but we're tellin them they're fake, so I wait and I unwalk soon
Not an extension - not a dimension, yeah I dont go boom
Temporal can suck my dick, logic quick cut it down past the tim buck 2
-
Twisted in the mouth, run it up on the town turn those yellow hues violet- blue
Make the lights down, colors dont surround ya in the realm that I pull from through
Silence is golden, you are beholden to idea this aint true
Detonate the symbols, let em hit the cymbols, vibrate with an earth pain too
Im a medical
Lakes at my throat and im spillin out the call
we need to do a cull - this language is old
keeping us stagnate void of evolve
But this void is just evolving
Like a Sisyphus rock it dont stop at a song with
key in hand - gonna morphisize a sonnet
Make you reflectin - I cant make bet in

MISALIGNMENT (PROD. SPHYNX)

Lyrics:

Aye aye aye
Hit em in the soul
Rippin they guts out 
Let em scream
Let em cry fuck you
You gonna die now hoe
Let’s go 
Boutta be time for the nighttime butcher 
To feast on yo soul
Wanna ride?
Bring a sword and a Colt
Pick em off one by one
Die by the sword when you step up 
Know it’s the last hoe
Taking they last breath
When I stomp on they skull oh no 
Let’s do this bitch
Another soul
In my collection here to stay 
And collect dust
All you fuckas wanna try my patience
Get the fuck out my home
I don’t want war 
But you hoes leaving little room to move
In this sea of these talentless foe
Man I don’t know what I should do
Better start picking em off now
Fore I lose my shit on you 
Oh

Crack em in the face wit a cane tho
.45 mane it’s ready for the fade hoe
10 toes down 
I ain’t movin from my place bro
If you pick a damn fight
Hope you ready for a grave
Oh
Breaking em down
Like I’m stackin em up
Little bitch we ain’t moving the same
No
Rip out yo heart got that plate on my face
Red eye stay glowing like my name Kano 
Ha bitch you can’t do better than me
A lone wolf made a name
Undead Ronin a king
I pull the sword out of the stone
And start beheading motherfuckers
If you steppin on my turf
I show you bustas why they call me Butcher
‘Capitate makin it rain
Blood
Dropping yo body and cover it up
We ain’t same 
Blood 
I am that mane
You see in the flames
Demons surrounding my body and name
Oh

Bitch you want more?
Pray to yo god I don’t gore
Mask on my face
Ram the horns in yo guts
In yo core
Crawl on the floor
Wit the tears on yo face
Now you begging me begging no more
Fuck you
Lil bitch I don’t take the word of a cunt 
Like you 
Fuck
Sick of all the mind games
Mind flayed
I might be The Absolute
Cause I got a zombie army to swallow you
Carnifex
Swinging the axe on yo neck
Put in checkmate
Sweeping the leg
When I’m seeing red meat
Ready to cut you up
Maiming yo body 
This first degree murder is fucked 
Aye yo mane
Heard a little rumor 
That you wanted some fame
You better cough up cash
Or get ready to suck dick
And snake shit
Everybody claiming the top
Are a bunch of stuck pigs
Fuck shit spewing out they mouth 
When they speak shit
Sounding like they are a bag of shit before they talk 
Mayday heard yo numbers dropping off
Well that’s a shame bro
Maybe quit the features 
And make music yourself for a change
Coming for they neck
Wit a rusty chef knife aye
I don’t wanna hear
What the fuck you have to say
Bitch
Smack em to the ground
Wit 40 pounds of sandstone 
Cheekbones poking out of they face
They need a headstone 
Bro’s leaking like a faucet
Like a zit his head I pop it 
Stop and take his fuckin wallet 
For the Profit 
Bitch it’s murder for hire 
Just send me greenback
Rolling in the blood and guts
And hella money stacks
Go up on the onion
Flip a script and then send me the cheddar 
Pick a little bitch for the red dot hoe
Imma take his soul

Your Soul Is Mine! [prod. Undead Ronin]

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by @zyllerbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

GRINDING HERB WITH ALDER'S RAZOR

COPE

Got the matte-black janky  JET
Napalm on these motherfuckin state lockin
FEDS
Im a dame stealer dual chrome tuckin
BET
On existence - got persistence, work ethic 
SENT
From heaven or another place it is eviDENT
that I'm waking in this race with some mediCINE
Pillin up I need a taste of these fuckin HEADS
Tails aint doin it for me I need motherfuckin answers LEAD, got nothin fo me, well then, now you DEAD
Bitch
1-2 COCK IT BACK, Mayweather sledgehammer FO YO MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD
I BREAK it then I take it - take yo your soul cuz honor's in
Tastes fuckin good, my teeth are immaculate drippin wet ->
I wanna do it for the medical I'm poppin thin
Pills runnin out, rattle snake it is nearly shed
I break that skin, comin out with another dregg
By my side, ouroboros fuckin blunts the drag
JEt black
-Napalm on these motherfuckin set mans
Set on making life a drag and not too different
Than a senate tower tellin you you lifted, did you tiste this?
FUCKING resin in my mouth I taste blackness from this house
50 card deck fallin over on another mouse
the RAT race never ends, it envelops north to south 
East to West is stuck in fighting and the center bleeds a flood 
I dont think you need a nudge you need a wet one, wet one
Wipe the blood right off the blade and let the set-sun, set sun 
Sunny weather over and we've turned another broad
Fucking slut inundated by make-up she loves to cop
We steal appearances and masks, we love to talk a lot
But the world's slowly dying underneath all of this rot
Wait - tadelll poll - I think ill tell ya something luck
Tell on something up above you and release your legs and cuffs
yeah, scriptz

SNAKE SHELLS (PROD. AUTHOR)

Canines

Java

Built on Sand

JEFF HARDY (PROD. ROUDIEJ)

jet li kick - at yo motherfuckin hip

Its lookin like a one shot you'll get before youre dead

Im paintin it red - choking on the concrete I know you're seeing him 

45 glocks dont got concrete on defense 

I whippin the sword out

did you think you want it torn down??

Im rippin your guts and they play the fuckin horns now

Pharmie pillin lich army wanna mourn now

another smoked fuckboi dying with his drawers down 

I'm a devil

In this level

and I got a

blank grave shovel 

got the bubble 

wrap, fo you back, point dexter seein doubles 

I'ma neva

count the chedda

cuz I got

so much that I'm a

fuckin feather 

light as the fuckin underworld-rubble

Ima dapho-dilla-devil pullin petals to the metal and I see it in the kettle that the pressure's tellin-a-tale

see like hubble, I can struggle - but these fans keep me writing when I see the inner sun inside their fuckin nmail - 

I wish I could respond to all but im a little busy making hella hail, rainin on you bitches say it

I spill the pail, sand-castle breaking acoustic slayin - I'm fuckin stayin, Im fuckin dated - now Im prophecy painted 

jet li kick - at yo motherfuckin hip

Its lookin like a one shot you'll get before youre dead

I paint it red - choking on the concrete I know you're seeing him 

45 glocks dont got concrete on defense

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