Love!! feeling it rn!! check out my link in my bio, may be good for more exposure.. n really love this song anyways

- SCRIPTZ -

This was up for about 2 seconds last week, so that's why the comments are gone (I uploaded again)

MANIC CHRONOS (PROD. SORROW BRINGER)

Something more traditional scriptz, much love everyone

NEOPOLIS (PROD. K4STET)

Last one for at least a few days. More to come, hope you guys enjoy this one. I haven't rapped over a boombap beat in a minute.

I got you like the dodos

I grab the ting like frodo

I’m on a massacer, predator in photos

Invisible, my likeness never dividends, I’m so tough for kary keep her on my side for double blowblows

Im in a map out

I’m in a capped town

Drillin for the gold, homie got my fucin tech-9 ->

I’ma come on in  so scary kimbo uzi and a four five

Got you toe tied, toe draggin on the chrome slide ->

I pull it back, put your temple on my baerrel carmine 

Take like four lives, see you back in the sequel 

I think this is bad for my people, cant temper the reaper he’s here and he’s P Od

Eyes peeled from the slack I give out

Ima mess to stairway, and ill rise to heaven for the clout 

Triple angels on my dick and Ima clown 

Jester with the luster you are jealous of the silent count

Blowup Doll (prod. silence)

SPLIT THEY HEADS LIKE MOSES w/ Reap x Eryxse x Mercy (prod. Requiem Cult)

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

Salad Fingers [prod. Undead Ronin]

WHAT'S MISSING (Prod. EYKEY X ROOSEVELT)

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

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)

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by CJack (FKA @sectunit)
Engineered by @tumaggz

SNAKES AND LADDERS

I'm messin with prada, stabbing the dogs who think their satan
Dead in the flood those fuckin muts will bleed out they're so jaded
Red with the blood and guts that runs through them that's inside caging..
Ichigo on the fuckin wrath his task is cutting them up and painting 
LOOKIN IN BETWEEN THE LINES IM HUNTING A DEMON FEINTED
Oni in my sight time cut with katana and the laces ->
Around their neck - I'm choking them out - 47 birth mark I am so  tasteless
Keep the filth in check, I'm roping them up - gloryheaven park in my paces
Wrap around
Rap in town 
Wrap around the world
Grab it by the fuckin hair
And let her breath this isnt hurl...
I'm lookin for fido hunting those hounds that are stuck on up inside the swirl
Break the mandala and find those demons, a gang of fuckin jesters, a gang of fuckin earls
Yeah
They are tired
Mannequin sluts with macgyver
Rick jaw lady demons and a sire
Rising to the top at last with a shire
Got the one ring, turning invisible massacre town and trip wire
Blow the fuckin legs off piece by piece on the blood lust we're gettin higher 
Yeah
Scriptz

ICHIGO

[verse]
Call me a fucking god
Call me what I am not
Cull me with sumthin tough ->
Sell me to the fuckin ruts
And eat up all the rot 
Casper is purpose
Ghostly and masked up my life has the surplus
Of freedom and artistic dreamin the curses are on my back I cant determine...
Whether or not I am vermin
Wheter or not I am learnin
Weather is hot I am burning
Sun down moon is out now I am turning
Yeah
//
Break -- down
Brass from the clown
Lookin to the finals, looking for that round
Pi is shiny vinyl, shook me on way down
Kinda like a rhino, chargin for the crown
Cost is so high so ill massacre town and eat up all the souls and plant bodies in ground
Pass up the stressed up sound
Let it breath - be a team and wick up that count
Getting bands getting fined from the hounds
Shifting sands now the earth is burning out
Slitting hands cuz the time is now found
No more left in the fuckin hour-glass by the pound

DIMEBACK

[Verse]
Colossus in the house his long hair is so tussled 
Black strings down his back he's got tattoos on all his muscles
Fat bling on his neck he's bombin all of the grey hustles 
Giving gangstas in the cut the hope to be so fuckin subtle
Escape those chains and rise I'm callin up the huddle
Revolution on my mind I'm giving nip a supple touch 
Imps for the fuckin lunch, orgy in my fuckin hut
I'm a king armed with the lich, commanding all the tuts
Yeah
Whip up the lash and catapult the past
Rise to the top and massacre the pack 
Give up the prada inject all the feds 
Learn about their dirty secrets
get in their bed
Money for the scriptz,stealing all their yen
Rob the world with my  sword and the fuckin pen
Rope up the girl the  whore and the hen 
Knife to the servitude, Make dogma cuz im  bent 
Fuck
Wretched, flake, make-up, wrath, suck on the loft 
Lookin for phantom who live in thugz mansion I'm lookin for fandem I'm trying to take off 
I'm seeking the answers I'm giving you sandman
Time will control you unless you are the bad man
Fuck all of the light, now become like a mad man
Be Jeckle and hyde I know you have the grand plan

Moonlight

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