prod lucerne

threesome with jen and jennifer
this shit a genocide
switchin from the red to the white
huntin a better ride

i was in the county fair hmm
just for countin racks
dressed as count dracula
wit da garlic blood grass

shouts out to oblivion 
the blood of an argonian 
lil scales the lizard king   
dog and labrandaurian

doesnt take a microscope to see
that i been gifted
only strippers that im tryna fuck wit
started off as liquid

i just invvested in a voodoo doll
so if u got a prollem wit somebody u know who to call
hoes call me oogie balls
fore i finish thats on when i hit em wit the cudegras

me on q3dm17 thats my lil kinda murk
this that east mass shit 
its the right side of church
hoes hit em 
dog shittem
baby i want press ed work
i aint fuckin wit emotions 
no more that shit got me hurt

3 dolla dope bag 
fake ass chinese gas 
where yo phone at?
blown up like a beeper 
who wan go back ?
to when they had real heroin
in folded paper?
the mold is later
after time passes
mother nature 
always reclaims
all yo dime baggin
fuck a time fraction
im gon bomb past it
im the hash slinging slasher
this a blonde pageant

the wigs off im gettin ratchet
big soft i couldnt tax it
it was too raw

u needa feel this 
feelin myself new boob job

fuck the feds and the prison guards
chewed off

all the hands that fuckin fed em
look at chu dog

aint no bounty huntin in the commonwealth
if u got a issue put it on the problem shelf

all yo songs a psy op to get em fuckin locked up
sum bout some coke prices lean got his jaw fucked
actin super tough on the mic yeah it gon work
for like gucci, rest of yall need a growth spurt

me walkin down the street with my own curse
another swap meet EBT and cold turkey
i believe in god why u wont murk me
i might set the fuckin vibe i might go early

i was sippin ergot wit a witch thot
like a boyscout all i want is big knots
always way too high to be pissed off
goody green 90s baby im the big dawg

huh...errythang they did wrong 
if peter pecker pick the poorer man pocket
get off

sick of all the yadadadadadadada shit talk
errybody know somebody errybody get on 
coke and delears get rich ima peon
never turn cold on the bros aint no freeon

errybody talks and they talk ion be on
i just wan chill smoke a blunt get my free-on


party store or packey it aint moafuckin different
i be smokin hella bogeys got a coney i was kickin
i was 10 toes everywhere im usian gifted
ima blow this moafucka up and say sum different

scales aint nobody else could be him
crazy what these moafuckas pay for machine trim!!!

better open up the flood gates
one man change the whole world with some substrate

i be all them spores in that popcorn 
if u aint ever reach enigma u should pop more

i was hittin dreamer carts im on the top floor
sippin on mimosas i aint wearin tom ford

495 im the only one surviving

LIZARD TEETH 9 (PROD. LUCERNE)

LOOSEROCKS

BROKEN SMILE (PROD. CREEK)

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
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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)

Some more timber for you guys
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ACE BLOOD MALICE

LEAK IN SOME ROUGE TUNES ARE FILLIN UP MY CHALICE

I DRINK THE MUSIC FROM A SIDE-STEPPED REALM YOU SEE AS A FALLAC-y

IM CRUNCHIN NUMBERS AND THE UNDER-SHADOW OF DATA SEES 

Im Im Im waking up in inner vault, see my core of soul doin something bout that summer fault

I started an earthquake, right off my birthday - im eating numbers Im spitting them out

Making a model of em right on a gold-glass table after candles imcrashin it out  

Waking, baking, uh sillouette with satan, Ima clip out my debt, up behind me fuck it - yeah Im famous, looking in abyss and then callin it feds 

I can see it now, I'm flippin throw, kickflip my future off  shiny new crib...

Porsche gt4 with like 4 whores watchin outside got side-skirts burnouts and skids.... Yeh

Call me mother-fuckin scriptz, call me devil-daphodila-plucka with some anti-psychotic got beans in his lid 

Im catapult the tone, mono want chrome, scribing in my chest- and I write it in the tome

IM a wraith with heady-full of headies and some hopes - thinkin bout that rope swing, daily sayin nope

BLOOD FICTION (PROD. CREEKO)

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

AGAINST ALL ODDS (PROD. SPHYNX)

ELEVEN ANGELS
THEY WANT ME TURNIN GREY MAMA
SENDIN THREATS UP TO MY BROTHER OUT THE STAIRS LIKE WASSUP 
I KEPT ON FUCKIN WITH DEVIL IMA SAY WHAT I WANT
I TOLD EM GIMME WHAT YOU GOT ILL LET YOU BOIL IN BLOOD

IM IN TO ROTTEN NAGASAKI BOMBIN ROCKIN WITH ABOMINATIONS
HOLLA OFF OF THAT VODKA WITH A REDBULL
IM ELATED 
BITE DOWN LIL MAMA I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MISSIN 
DROP YO BLOOD DOWN ON A SIGIL WHILE I RECITE INCANTATIONS

TAKE A LOT I TAKE IT OFTEN AINT NO TELLIN WHERE IM AT
THATS AN AWFUL LOT OF PROBLEMS KEEP MY HEART EMOJI BLACK
I DONE TOLD YOU BOUT MY POSTURE KEEP IT STEPPIN WITH SOME CLASS
BEEN A HEATHEN SINCE FOREVER NOW I CHARTER ALL OF MY FACTS

DEVASTATION
LET THE FLAME FLICKER TO THE BEST SELLER 
BREAK LETTERS 
AINT NO HELEN KELLER I SPIT ANY WEATHER
SICK FELLA
I CAN DO IT BETTER WATCH EM GETTIN FED UP
WAKIN UP WITH A FEVER SMOKIN UP DUST OF ANY COLOR

NONE AMONG US
I THINK YOU PUSHED THE NUMBERS ENOUGH
LET IT GO I KNOW YOU TRIPPIN OUT THE CANON YOU CUT
THE STATS CALL IT 
IM WAY BEYOND THE BEST THAT YOU GOT
AND ILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU FALL OFF ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP

BLACK FUNGUS IN MY LIVER HOPE YOU AINT AFRAID TO ROT
PUT ME IN AN INSTITUTION BUT I STILL BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS
SICK MEDULA OBLONGATA FILL MY BODY UP WITH WOP
OFF THAT FETTI GETTIN PETTY ACCUSTOMED TO THROWIN SHOTS

BLOODY HANDS MY PALMS HAD BEEN GRIPPIN DOPE
BETTER PUSH UP ON A STANCE 
GOD KNOCKIN AT THE DOOR
I BEEN LOOKIN FOR THE LANCE 
BASILICA NEVER KNOWN
BOY YOUR VISION MUST BE FADED TO THINK THAT THEY SAVIN SOULS

FROM THE BACK OF MY BLADE 
TO THE DOPE I SMOKE
TAKE MY GRACE
FROM THE SINS I SEW
THIS ANA AINT A PHASE
WITH THE SON OF SAM TONE
I BEEN CHALKING OUT YOUR PRAISE 
CHECK YOUR HALO AT THE DOOR

HEATHEN (prod. ARAGOTH)


LET THE WINE FLOW THE WATERPARK

IM DRUNK ON RESIN COLD STARTS

PULL ANOTHER DAPHODIL, im feelin old im tired

dont deny us - we got knows and the honor luck

Put in gear by some sonnet shtuck to the ceiling not America

it flowwwws, dont you blow i,t this shit is fuckin snowing

wisdom falling from the paint, snow white I feel lowly

sleeping like I know Im owed it, god put me here to throw it, 

I overthrow it, bronze  age is sewing 3 thousand years I know it

owe it - tuh, like fiddy grand times fiddy, fetti on my fuckin plate confetti sign it when im fifty

Im on the phone - and im sifting, through images of things im lifting, hit a lick on this web internet shit, im riskin'

Im taking all their streams im different - and you know that Im not lifted, im higher than that Im fucking skyrocketing to witness...

I dont do dishes, I make dishes - wrap a platter for you bitches - i dont matter if you riskin something, you need everything

diamond ring foreign whip-ses or you in the  fuckin ditches, im mechanical im stippin up to a new era that Im hidden in

That im hidden in 

era That im hidden in 


COLD START (PROD. LONLIONI)

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I LET THE BASS HIT
SOUNDIN LIKE A GUNSHOT 
INHALIN THE GUNSMOKE 
HOLD IT TILL I DROP
YOU DON'T DO THE SAME
DUMB BITCH
YOU CAN ROT
HANGIN WITH THE STAIN LIL BOY NO YOU CANNOT

COME MEET YO MAKER 
WHATS THE DOSE
DOUBLE UP
I BLOODY MY NOSE
CANT MATCH MY PACE
THE FUCK YOU THOUGHT
IM DOIN MY THANG 
I AINT EVER GON STOP
HE SAY THIS EASY
FUCK YOU AT
YALL CANT SEE ME
STACKIN UP RACKS
I FEEL LIKE REVY
CANT RELAX
WHO THE FUCK WANT ROUNDS WE CAN TAKE IT PAST RAP

FUCK ABOUT A LANE I CAN TAKE YOURS TOO
VOLUME AT ELEVEN I AINT TRYNA HEAR YOU
KICKIN THESE SEDATIVES GOT ME IN A BAD MOOD
IM THE FUCKIN EPITOMY OF YOUR WORST EXCUSE
BITCH SIT DOWN OR CUT MY THROAT
MY SANITY GONE THAS HERETOFORE
I'M MIA I'M GONE FOR GOOD
NEVER COME BACK I DONE TIED MY ROPE

I LET THE BASS HIT
SOUNDIN LIKE A GUNSHOT 
INHALIN THE GUNSMOKE 
HOLD IT TILL I DROP
YOU DON'T DO THE SAME
DUMB BITCH
YOU CAN ROT
HANGIN WITH THE STAIN LIL BOY NO YOU CANNOT


FYA (prod. SPHYNX)

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Silly Willy Freestyle (feat. Jadijamil)

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COLD START (PROD. LONLIONI)

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