Scrip dripping fire as always love when I see a notification from him

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)

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]

FERRYMAN PROD. 1HAN

FIRE IN THE SKY

Makaveli

I know this takes pressure

laking bodies with this matte assault rifle

Im taking this body and spinnin in tenure

from above us, celestialresurectionist 

Im hating this evidence, that they got  material world, convinced its a pearl

and in you defense, there's not much to be said about the repent

but im telling you that its real - most of this shit you just cant unpeel

That's what implies the size of this healing that you need, the ceiling you'll bleed if you  open and see....

It's the kill.... it tastes so good its like fucking meal, belly is full of that bloodlust youll feel

Im hating this battle all of this hatter madder than this connection costs, fucking madness is just at the tip of my 

fucking madness is just at the tip of my 

fucking madness is just at the tip of my 
fucking madness is just at the tip of my tip my tongue, tip of my tongue

fucking madness is just at the tip of my, tip of my tip of my tongue, im shaking this gun

Im seething and breaking this candle

Light is a right we take granted

Im telling you this with handfuls and handfuls

fists full of C4 and bandits

ill make like 300 hunnid band-es

---blow down your door

We coming in blank-face, comin in winning, masked up, weathered up smellin chanel and dior

im so incredible and I got flocks, impressed with my raps and the way that I floss, steez when I nap or when killing with bronze age fucking wilted power and a sentry hour got the tough strong ways back in history it's a fuckin dragon you repeat it on and on and then you give out, you do it so wrong so I call you a clown

Im in the labyrinth not at ya home

otherside life gonna lace this phone-line

im outside matter in sphere and I call it all, all mine, oh my - im on the otherside of dome line, the role signs, and the swollen sighs.. Im making the best of it travelling down  much as I like this lone vine...



May update mix

CELESTIAL MADNESS (PROD. NOIRE)

Lyrics:

Bum is in my mf system
Huh they wanna talk but never listen 
Bum is in my mf system
Huh aim cronus zen im never missin 

They wanna pay for they plays i put this work in like a dog 
You steady claim you a goat i know you lame from all yo dawgs 
Get out my way fore i kick you in yo mothafuckin jaw 
Fuck out my lays you a sucka these my chips you not involved 

Now why she all up on my dick 
That not my stick 
Hoe i need space 
Tryna make this money quick 
I flicked my wrist 
And wrote this late 
Hand me all your fucking change 
Ill take every last thang 
Tella ya partna quit the bullshit all yall rappers sound the same 

I cut the lights grip the knife and now u cannot see ya lies
I sacrifice yo blood line and now u wanna apologize 
Creep up like lice you cant see but you feel me in yo spine 
She sucked me nice while you sittin in the corner paralyzed 

I peel my skin slow see the bugs that sleep right underneath
Infect my brain tho telling me to hurt all those i see 
Cant feel my legs bro feels like quicksand all up to my knees 
Come and top off it off for me 
Let me suffocate in peace

Bum is in my mf system
Huh they wanna talk but never listen 
Bum is in my mf system
Huh aim cronus zen im never missin 

They wanna pay for they plays i put this work in like a dog 
You steady claim you a goat i know you lame from all yo dawgs 
Get out my way fore i kick you in yo mothafuckin jaw 
Fuck out my lays you a sucka these my chips you not involved 

Now why she all up on my dick 
That not my stick 
Hoe i need space 
Tryna make this money quick 
I flicked my wrist 
And wrote this late 
Hand me all your fucking change 
Ill take every last thang 
Tella ya partna quit the bullshit all yall rappers sound the same 

I cut the lights grip the knife and now u cannot see ya lies
I sacrifice yo blood line and now u wanna apologize 
Creep up like lice you cant see but you feel me in yo spine 
She sucked me nice while you sittin in the corner paralyzed

LICE - bumboi (prod. NXTTY)

more music soon... yeah scwipz!
________________________________________________________
They call me scriptz but im waiting on this shit

dreams are bending in the light, shadows lurking like a gift

picking up on these daphodils, im  petal rippin bitch

metal cocked back for the fuckboy creepin on my hymnss

Yeah Im him, godly body with the sawed off shotty got the red dotty land this fuckin hotty, im like kami cept now im above this, Im in the writing

Im the language on the wall, im the terminal im the fall - culduhsaq is where I land  and then I lunge out, never starts

I cant see this and im seething, married death but I need a prenup   - lose my breath I wanted evil, got a quest and now Im heaving 

its too much and im uneven, losing balance from this dreamin - going far but I cant see it - vision dying cuz im leaking...............

--blood is on the ground - laking round

knights around the table red surrounded what I founded

started a grass-roots movement got some students

wasn't much but my depth is proven

flows for days and my wisdom ruthless

art of war this planet suits it....

MOTHER TONGUE (PROD. NEKK)

Im just having some fun

I GOT KARAOKE ON THE DANCE FLOOR
BLOOD ON MY TIMBS AND MY NECK AINT AT the slit HOME 
GOLD under chin and its under holy ice cold 
and my dome on that win - game im playin it aint done 
VAMPIRE TEETH WITHIN LIPS that GIVE YOU HICKY MARKs
GOT EM CROWNIN ME UP LIKE A DJINN FROM THE INNyDARK
CLEAR THE ROOM before my MADNESS TAKES THis BLICKYY OUT
WAIT BLYAT BOOM, im mowin down a sickly crowd 

CLIPS, MAGAZINE
YOU DONT NEED ME TO BE SEEN
BUT I WANT TO MAKE A SCENE
GRASSROOTS MOVEMENT WITH THE TRICHIES GOT THE PRIM-O
IM LIKE NEMO- CANt catch me between all these sweet flows
Im a demon, spit inferno evil 
and im evolved
from another plane for these emos, black diamonds not reflectin sheen off


Sheen, sheen
I got double katana on my hip with the bling
Chain hanging low on my waistside, make these girls way side, VVSES DOUBLE PLUSES clean
click back, replay that itty mac, MICRO mg withe double kepler piercing tings in a shitty shack
I make these diamonds clink, I make these shells sink to the floor on a rink, yeah I bring my fuckin city back
Its like im ice skating but im kite playing, lossin the boss around this ring snag his bitches need those kitty naps 
I make him sing, glock to fuckin his bock with the red dot on hisbrain im on the fuckin mini map
you can see me comin but theres 50 pings, which one's miii - before you knowit got a blade right knifed through your silly back 
there's a little snag, pullin up in a hooptie, 5 years it'll be urus not a motherfuckin mini van

might update mix


LINE of SIGHT (PROD. K1K0)

Secure P - Battle Tested


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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LINE of SIGHT (PROD. K1K0)

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