Name: houston we have a problem (prod. benihana boy) by SCRIPTZ
Duration: 3 min 3 s
Description: More wood for the fire, lyrics posted soon

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

I feel fucked
Never felt the same when I was 13 hit the blunt
Now I'm feeling withdrawals and I'm itching at my lungs
Bitch I hope it kills me bitch I hope I smoke a ton
Come and meet me in the pit and imma leave your body slumped

Hit that motherfucker with the 30 from jump
Got that ski mask on my face I x them out love when they run
All black robes around around my body got me lookin like a nun
I don't know how else to say this bitch you ain't the fuckin one

Bitch I'm coughing up my lungs I put in his body in a blunt
On bad lil bitches known to stunt I stand on business what you want
And I don't fuck with none these others they can stay put in the gutter
Dying breed too fuckin rare Ill make them know me and my brothers

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

anatomy of a leech (prod. zodiacc)

Suicide Door (Ft. Stemodity)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLOW

Verse I: KILLHOLLOW

Hair down in the Stu bitch
I really feel like Bones
Put a round in that fools lip
And fucking send him home
I’ll be bound in a pool pit
Of flesh and fucking bone
Let me drown in the gruel bitch
I’m leaking from the dome

Heard me creeping from the moans
Switching time up with the tones
Had to write a couple tomes
To get my brains up off the stone
Bitch I’m barely fucking grown
Been through more than all you know
Slipping deeper than before
I’m bouta pop that fucking 4

5 rounds in the clip
Face down in a fifth
Stomp ground in the pit
Wrists bound, leaking slit
Holly loud in the tint
Smoking pounds of a scent
Till I drown in my piss
Rot found, take some pics

I’ll be killing motherfuckers
Till I’m laid inside a casket
I’ll be climbing up your walls
See my spine out, bending backwards
Peel your face off with my claws
Musculatory System fashion
I’ll just dislocate my jaw
Now lift the maw and face the chasm
Motherfucker

Verse II: LORD GASP

One of a kind
Now let me collide
Be one with my animus
My chemical lineage
Holding the mine
The gold of a conoisseur
My ventricle pounding, venomous fluid
There’s something in my brain
Overthinking till i’m ruined
A blessing disguised as a pain

If I get a grammy ima fuck my bitch with the statuette
Why the scene had to turn corn this quick, had to evacuate
by the neck, I hold the leash 
I’m the shepherd 
And I’m the sheep of my own grief
I had to pull till it severs

I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em
I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em

IREALLYFEELLIKEBONES Ft. LORD GASP (Prod. by GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

More wood for the fire, lyrics posted soon

houston we have a problem (prod. benihana boy)

Lyrics:

WE AINT THE SAME BITCH 
FUCK UP OUT THE WAY I CAME TO FLIP THE MECCA
ALL UP WITH THE FLAMES I BEEN INSANE LIKE WHY THE FUCK YOU JEALOUS 
THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU AINT BEEN TELLIN
PUSSIES GETTIN SEVERED I AINT BUYIN WHAT YOU SELLIN ALL THAT

CURSES IN MY NECK
SIXTY LEGIONS ON MY BACK
PUSHIN POSION BY APPOINTMENT 
KEEP IT TOXIC FOR THE FLACK
LET IT FESTER FOR MY ANCIENTS
FIFTY CHAPTERS ON THE TRACK
I AINT REALLY GOTTA SAY IT 
BUT YOU KNOW YOUR SHIT IS TRASH

WE GETTIN FUCKED UP NO BOUNDARIES KNOWIN DEATH CANT EVER TOUCH ME
ALL THAT LOUD SHIT SOUND LIKE SILENCE CUZ THEM BOYS AINT EVER BUCKIN
OH YOU VICIOUS WITH THAT BITCHIN TALK THAT SHIT 
LIKE YOU GOT RUCKUS
I GOT FIGURES DOIN SWITCHUPS IN THE DISTANCE YOU AINT NOTHIN

IM ON THAT RIVERSIDE SHIT
PULL UP ON A BITCH
TELL HER POP THE SCRIPT 
IM TAKIN TWO THEN FLIP THE REST

DRAGON BLACK SCALE FIT
SPUN OUT IMA A MESS
THIRTY THREE RIPPIN 
MOVIN RECKLESS LIKE A JET

HUNNID FOILS IN THE BOX I MAKE A BOAT OF REYNOLDS WRAP
TAKE A KNIFE TO MAKE A POINT BUT AINT NO CUT UP IN MY PACK
I LET IT SLIDE DRIP SLICK DOWN THE METAL INTO GLASS
IM NEVER RUNNIN OUT A SHIT I SCRAPE THE STRAW TO MAKE IT LAST

SHADOWS GETTIN THICKER NOW I HEAR EM FASHO 
I FELT EM PUSHIN ON MY SHOULDER PUT MY HEAD TO THE FLOOR
THEY SHOWIN THEY FUCKED UP FACES FROM TURNIN THAT WET UP IN THE ROSE
IM TAKIN A DOSE DESECRATED SO I CAN SEE ANOTHER GHOST

I GOT THE THRONE MUHFUCKA
CALL ME ZETA DON DADA
I SET ABLAZE TO THE FLOW 
AND SPIT IT OUT LIKE ITS WATER
WE DROPPIN BOMBS
NAPALM BACKIN MY ROSTER
DONT TRY TO MIMIC HOW IM MOVIN
YOU CANT HANDLE THAT POSTURE

WE AINT THE SAME BITCH
DEATH CANT EVER TOUCH ME
GOT THE THRONE MUHFUCKA
FLIP THE FLI FLI FLIP THE MECCA FASHO
PULL UP ON A BITCH
YOU AINT BUCKIN SLICK
SILENCE WITH THAT BITCHIN
THI THI THI THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT
WE KNOW YOU SELLIN ALL THAT TRASH

MORDAX

MORDAX (prod. LELXX)

BODAH REVY - TEN BACK (prod. ArQ)

LYRICS:

Revy,
Stickin it to the man I got that .40 I tuck
Bitch I pull up on your block
They call me Revy, I must
Get the dust, doesn't matter what you call it mane
Push it to the limit hit that fetty boy that choppa mane
Said that he got that wet,
Said that he got that woah
Coming up bitch I'm wet
Coming up on a roll
Centerfold, lookin cold when I hit shit
Hunnit on that sticka mane
I fall out on that hot shit
Cum from the woke shit
Hit I can't stop breathing boy I'm ballin out
Bum biddie bum bum
Fuck your medication now I'm seizing out
Fuck what it look like?
Bitch I can't sign shit you really tweaking now
Revy done messed up, check up
Ready your tech up, press on
Said that he what? Said that he good?
Don't believe that shit you say
Coming up quick, coming up good
Stay the fuck out of my way
They want a track, with the rev
Like you got some shit to say
Left on read, like you should
I don't got no time to play

Woah
Woah, woah
Woah woah, yuh
Revy

Pull the ten back crackin like a tin man
Ten bands, winter weather colder like a ice man
Kick stand posse good, do it like I knew I would
Trappin out the telly, tuck a buck until my pockets good
I keep a razor, she call me bae with the blade
I won't save ya, put a stain on my name
I don't hate ya, but I'll bang on your grave
I'm a stain to the game, fuck it up, wait I'mma take off
Fuck my life I'mma tote my nine got people out to get me now
445 where the po-po ride got dope up on me reach around
Tuck my shit I'mma flick my wrist got Revy on my speakers now
Benny done left the scene, I miss the Renegade I'm freakin out

TEN BACK

TEN BACK (Prod. ArQ)

Lux Coven’s “Seven Back” is less a song and more a coded relic unearthed in real time — a cipher wrapped in poetry, prophecy, and raw sonic force. On the surface, it plays like a dark, cinematic rap-metal epic, but between the fractured chants, whispered warnings, and numerological spine, it’s a map to something bigger. The “skipped seven” isn’t just a hook — it’s a warning about erasure, the cost of cutting truth from history, and the power that waits when the missing piece returns. Lux writes like someone smuggling ancient blueprints inside modern language, turning verses into vaults and hooks into keys. The imagery — steel remembering blood, maps drawn in fear, gates coiled in light — is beautiful and violent at once, painting a world where the most dangerous thing you can do is restore what was never meant to be forgotten. This isn’t just music; it’s a ritual you feel in your bones.

SEVEN BACK

hard pill 2 swallow

We’re back... 

Tracked/Mixed/Mastered by @thornwallstudios 
Produced by @thornwallstudios 

Lyrics 

VERSE 1: Eidolon 

Been a long time but bitch I need mine 
Too many pressures pushin my spine 
Sing a sad song but look you aint die 
Butcher this beat my meat be mankind 
Chewin on bullets sippin on rye 
Too much now my liver ain’t right 
Came back a wolf I kill and you cry
Summoned back bitch we permanent night 

Spun around quick like your crosses 
Two sick for the mother fucking office 
You sit on a bed of fear and caution 
We’re on a mountain of mother fucking coffins 
It’s awesome 

Since I was a kid I knew that we was something special 
Mix a little bit of depression with a bit of heavy metal 
Add a pinch of some hip-hop mix in some deadbeat dads and then 
divine intervention that would off your fucking head 

Still go ape shit 
You hate it 
The coven still the greatest 
from shows in the basement 
To making a statement 
 
VERSE 2: Richmaiden

two cuts how’d I miss my vein 
so close but I’m so far away
way down to the coast line 
don’t give a fuck about a co-sign 
anybody wanna know why maiden be afraid to close his eyes?
I don’t wanna see the ghosts in my dreams 
nah ion wanna see a ghost when I wake up in the middle of the night again 
screaming and gripping tight onto anything I can feel or fear anything that I might have been 
I will never be no one 
I, the lone abondoned son 
I got willett in my cup you sipping on jameson
wanna be able to feel like i can pull myself together somehow 
wanna be able to rest my soul when the sun goes down 

I still hear you in my conscience 
you’re so far away...

PACT (prod. Thornwall)

bitch up on a pole, smack that ass just like a tether ball
slaughta, speed dial need a plug you know who to call
if you need some work let me know i bet i got it all
came a long way from bummin cigs and scrapin at the mall
r.i.p. city, PDX, i got 2 clips wit me and im comin for your necks

blowin through these checks and i do it with a smile
seen your ass wheezin when you try and run the mile
sea of chalk around me leave they bodies in a pile
bitch ill do the race, never see my ass on trial
2 clips and i got em ridin with me,
copped a new whip, do about buck 50
popped an adderal, n it got me feelin dizzy
bitch you say you got a man, well then where the fuck is he

got my engines revvin, bitch it sound just like a hemi, semi automatic pop out if i know they tryna hit,
bitch i wish a pussy would like my name was Timmy turner, there aint nothin fairly odd if i hit you with this burner uh

wassup wassup, get buck get buck, its a, stickup stickup, my choppa hiccup hiccup
run that shit back up, no need to act tough
im bout the shit that you cannot back up
i let my nuts drag, usin your merch as a cum rag,fuckin with me catch a toe tag, watchin you try and its so sad.

run it back, flip it and double and double the sack,
plottin on you when i run in the back 
fuckin with me an you catchin a tag

aint no time for talkin lil bitch, yeah we past that
all yall smokin boof my b.o. smell like some gass pack
yall some pussys on the low you put that shit on wax,
you aint catch no k, bitch dont play im finna bust back.

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houston we have a problem (prod. benihana boy)

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