PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

Lyrics
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I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown 
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts,
from the misters  tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
so they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire higher sound
Yeah!
But I dont want you to have a piece of that 
I fuckin hate you you god damn bitch boi you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a sliver from the whole damn sweetness side
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right 
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error 
Born in red under night at 30:10 nursey carer 
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer 
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon 
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you 
For handsome sure he was a mark on world that seems so black to who? you!
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punsishable or bait per  phishable 
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack 
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz

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HARVEST MOON (PROD. DUMBCHILD)

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)

PRODUCED BY WHOSTEENO (@postedinjapan)
MIXED BY TUMAGGZ & SALIVA GREY

JMattson:
Waistin away every day I decay 
all my pages are frayed and I’m faded 
that’s around the clock yuh around the clock yuh
Aim at ya face with the blade catchin fades 
imma say I’m okay but I ain’t 
and It won’t ever stop yuh won't evre stop yuh
Slavin away for the minimum wage 
im in pain and I ache tryna scape 
from this mofuckin spot yuh mufuckin spot yuh
Razor blade j on the way I don’t play 
never safe better pray for the day 
that I slip and get caught yuh
Who woulda thought yuh 
Don’t know who I am really anymore 
Every mothafucking day I be hittin dro 
And I think I needa quit it 
I really been too dependent when I’m stressing 
but I can’t wait I mean I won’t 
Looking mothafuckin dead like I seen a ghost 
In my mothafuckin head where I be the most 
Ain’t a mothafucka dare to get even close 
Feel a spirit in the air and I be the host 
little bitch I,
Ride around the city with the blade tucked 
I don’t time for you fake fucks
Shorty stained my hoodie wit her makeup 
Bitch I get high like way up 
Waistin away every day I decay 
all my pages are frayed and I’m faded 
that’s around the clock yuh around the clock yuh
Aim at ya face with the blade catchin fades 
imma say I’m okay but I ain’t 
and It won’t ever stop yuh won't ever stop yuh

Sally G:
Predestination don’t fuck wit my fate 
i hate everything bout my life but at least 
I be on top yeah I be on top yeah
Finally made it but steadily draining 
this negative feeling can’t never conceal it 
I’m done yeah, Grey be so done yeah
Te Te Tears on my fuckin face
Every single god damn motherfucking day
Ain’t a single morning that I wanna be awake
I just wanna sit around I wanna fucking wait
For nothing to happen i stare at the map and I think of elaborate way for me to vanish
away and Abandon my life And eradicate evidence I was a part of this planet im so fucking done
Living my present the past uh
Sickening how I just act uh 
Like everything ain’t all bad
Mental Grey not white or black
Feelings can’t stay in the back
Why can’t I keep on the mask?
Clock I wish I could turn back
So I just waste imma drag

blckbrd:
I don’t recognize my reflection, 
I can’t reconcile my mistakes with the bathroom tile 
Delete memories I don’t need cus I feel like it’s harder for me to 
fucking crack a smile 
Deplete Serotonin I know that the hole that I dug 
go down to at least ten miles
Please validate me, the music will save me 
if somebody pay me to act this vile 
Hocus pocus 
Smoke and mirrors 
Swarms of locusts 
Growth but I still choke on fear 
The hopeless years broke the wheel, 
So if this slope can hold, I only hope to steer 
Van Gogh’d both my ears
I been noticed 
Is that all I wanted, where I go from here? 
Headlights hope for deer 
I’m never gon forget 
Back when they laughed at me 
Now I got no laments 
Talk like you that to me
I gotta cope with stress 
I got a lap to beat 
We gon be toe to neck 
They would take a bet against me if the margin  good 
I can hit nails, first step is to mark the wood 
— Shoulders carry way too much 
The weight should buckle me but i still run amok 
I’m mud from muck, I must survive 
I walked this road a hundred times 
They want you dead, Don’t trust the lines 
Don’t tell me you feel or relate to me, 
we not the same, cus if you were me you wouldn’t wanna be right, yeah 
right yeah 
Whiskey and coke, I’ma sip til I’m slow 
just to process the trauma I’ve gotten from this side of life yeah 
life yeah

AROUND THE CLOCK (feat. Saliva Grey & blckbrd) [Prod. whosteeno]

CUZ I PLANNED IT w/ Jmattson & Notions [Prod. Fallen]

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MY CITADEL RACKED UP NO BACK UP ITS JUS ME N REVY ROCKIN SHIT
ROLLIN OFF THE DIRT IM UP TO LONG LIKE I DONT NEED A BED
HOLLA AT MY DEMONS HEARIN SOMEONE CALLIN BACK THE WIND
PARANORMAL VICES IM THAT PHANTOM WITH A SILVER WRIST

LEG SWOLLEN 
FLUID POURIN 
POTIONS GOT MY SHIT IN MOTION 
HEAVENS METHOD 
KEEP MY WEAPON 
FUCK THAT BITCH I LEARNED MY LESSON
HOT SHOT JUNKIE I AINT GOT NO TIME FOR FUCKIN FEELINS
HONOR ON MY BUSINESS IMA PUSH THAT PRESSURE TO THE LIMIT

DO OR DIE
IM BONA FIDE
KEEP THEM RECORDS HIGH
BREAKIN BINDS
CUTTIN TIES
ONLY STAIN TO RISE
KEEP ON RUNNIN JUGS SMOKIN BLOOD PLAYIN WITH THE KNIFE
CANT STAND NEXT TO US FUCK YOU THOUGHT BETTER RECOGNIZE

ELEGANCE ON MY GLORY IM VEXIN UP TACTICS FLAWLESS
THE WAY I KICK IT IS PERFECT COMPARE MY SHIT UP TO PROPHETS
ITS THAT REVEREND FOR THE MENACE MOVIN WICKED WITH MY MOTIVE
TAKE A PAGE AND LET IT FESTER PASSIN DOPE TO MY REFLECTION

IM THAT BAD ADDICT IM NOT BAD AT IT I GOT BAD HABITS 
REAL STATIC GETTIN REAL RAGGED YOU JUST REAL AVERAGE
FOLD MAGGOT MORTUARY LAVISH BODIES TURN TO ASHES
NAUSEOUS OFF OF THAT COFFIN POPPIN GRAB THE SHOVEL IM SICK OF TALKIN

NINETY FOUR TONE AND MY BASE DIVINE
HUNNID BODIES IN THE PACK DROP AN EIGHT IN THE SLIDE
SIX BLADES ROLLIN FACE BITCH IM PAINTED TONIGHT
KEEPIN THAT POLISH IN MY POCKET OUT THE GUTTER DEIFIED

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MFA

RACKS (prod. REQUIEM CULT)

NAGOYA [PROD. HAARPER]

FREE DOWNLOAD

BERSERKER [PROD. HAARPER]

FESS UP [PROD. HAARPER]

Lyrics:

Whirlin Merlin
Split her like Berlin
Burr in da burg
They slur when I murk em
Strippa on da pole
She purr on da bourbon
Nerfed on my nuts
She slurp with a purpose
Ugh
Ugh
Look at my luck
Get anotha milly
Gettin silly in her trunk
Yuh
Done stunt banged out her lung
Stayin on da rung 
Up above yall dung

Banish ya with da banshee
Damage so great I be dancing
Halos so low I'm bashing
Ya skull like a bull hulk smashing
You aint goin up
Only down
6 feet ain't shit
Through the globe and all around
You go
Knock em like dominoes
Adios to ya hoes
Now vamonos vamonos

Got da remedy like seether
Unlock da ether
Portal to anotha dimension 
We da
Kings of da land
Yuh sing fo da man
Sing fo da man
Wring da blood out da lamb

Fuck
My strength goin up
Puttin up my stats who tryna get buck
Yeah duck
I swang in da mud
Bang with da gun
Make it rain fo da fun

BERLIN [PROD. HAARPER]

Yield evil when I'm dead - grabbing arm and I will cut
Across your tendons with the glass I smash up when I'm fuckin drunk
Got-you, dunk - three pointer I am swishing head for fun 
Nessecary you to focus and then bring out back the gun
No peace withour the terror so I'm shooting at yo gut....
Dodge it quickly or you'll bleed out by a motherfucker runt
5'6 with the whip now he's summoningg incubus 
Eating all the fuckin bitches while he bleeds out all the frost
Cold as ice he's not warmblooded he is frozen at a cost 
Giving you pieces from the scary places now he'll smoke a blunt
Getting high and so fried, eyes are red, chiss is stunt 
Rage is here, die you guys now, eat your fuckin lunch 
dance on your corpse and take a shit in metal cage
I'm etchin in the sketch branding your skull with alll my filthy  rage 
Carving knife drip, through the scalp I'm peeling off your face
Catch my scary whip I'm giving it to you ill lick and taste 
Your blood - body thud, making your famy fuckin pay
Got the bud, and the snub, saturn deimos with duh sway 
Ill shoot myself in head - now to see the gleam of day
The otherside is lit you can connect it when you pay
Yeah

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