Scriptz

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)

Makaveli

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)

LYRICS:
Throw shade but the bitch smoke butta
Stickin' up on my body like baby I know you wanna get down
With the same thing big shot stunna
Rope tied baby Imma hang til the game cut down
Pussy muthafucka can't hold me
I'mma get high til the day I fuckin OD
Please stop talking bout a needle like a trophy
Ain't nobody better than Revy you can't hold me
Bitch I'mma, low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down
Low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down

I'mma hit em with the whole thing baby I'mma
Get paid when I get paid, run up on a
Big name with the chump change give it to em
I ain't with the yap, they pussy now give it back like
Hit em with the crack they cough up another K
Pull the blade up out the bag and they got nothing to say
I tell em you don't know the half get the fuck out the way
I cut the dope with the razor, flick it I'mma take off

You gettin mad cuz I passed ya, lookin like a bastard
Trappin out the telly I got money in my mattress
Thirty five tip a bitch I tell her I'm her master
Five one six in your wrist get blasted
It's fuckin too late my bitch take
Ana when I make her say
Revy do it better better watch the way I'm throwin shade
I'm fuckin so high my wrist liable get cut
Talkin out your capillary fetty make a pussy duck
Gra-ta-ta-ta go the sound when I drop
You a cap mothafucka stay the fuck out my spot
You try to hop on my scene they don't like what you got
I'm a god and a fiend, you just mad cuz you not
You can throw shade but it won't take to a damn lie
Stick it up on my body as if it would be the last time
Riggity boi the tech, wicked the blade I take a death
I'mma get paid the same I came to say that I'mma take the rest like
I told em watch out here I come
My vein got ripped out still gon duck
I feel like Zeta, now I'm numb
With the blade can't hang my rope tied up
I told em step back hold my dick
Who the fuck want war, who the fuck want this
I'mma drop that raw when I flick my wrist
Lil bitch throw shade I still won't miss
Gotta pay to play you can't take this
Hit em witta K I bang and get anxious
I'mma be great, I hate I must say this
Nothing but a fake, I state you can't hang with

STILL WON'T MISS

STILL WON'T MISS (prod. NiceMeme$ound)

Written / Performed by nAvvvi and Blckbrd
Produced by NOVO
Engineered by nAvvvi and Tumaggz

EVERYTHING JUST LIKE THAT

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)

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)


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)

NAUSEAM

Trying a clearer mix on this one, getting rid of the old school sound

[Verse]
Picture esque demon being flying in the sky now flap his wings and rub his horn and then give up yo bitch's guys
Taste of the fo-five declining to the bottom falling laser beam just like it's UFO time yeah
He's got that racer beam
Inject the fluid, start the engine and ignite -
Reject the steward, I dont need her help now to blow me fine
I'm flexible and I'm unhexible try it you'll fail impeccable 
Steel my rights
From gods
the press of the freights
The ghastly type
Yeah
And I'm picking out her dresses
I am giving her the light
She wants my devil prong a blessing 
Oh She is so tight,
Now the flip the record and give it a hard jerk and now whip back down that red kite
I need to bait her in
Almost perfection exactly my type
So I make these
Raps - and I'm feeling mighty fine
Dont give two fucks if she has heard them
I'm improving overnight
Gonna be famous
A little rich if I play it right
So join my team you little bitty
we're starting to take flight
Yeah

Flight 666

[Verse]
Wrist slit, drop kick up in the town rick ross kid
Demi at the top, got duh lost whip
Whippin your back in the moss pit
Demons are rising it's costly
Eating your flesh they are flossing
With your bones
Swallow you whole
Collosus's massacre rows
All of these hoes
Dont give our boy scriptz a chance and it shows
So he's becoming a rapper do shows
Writing dark lyrics for all of these bros
Waiting for snow, make music video
He's dressing her up, twisting in his mind he cant this shit anymore
Look for rejection shit, or a trajection he now just needs something to hold..
Jester is rising he's breaking from mold
Guess she is hiding her body is sold
To a mother fucking chad in her mind he is old
Gonna fucking slit his mother fuckin throat play a role 
Tear it open, Bleed out it's soakin
Covered in red now I'm resting I'm toking...
Drawing a breath dropping knife for the mic 
Become a rapper over a few nights
Making a slapper money in my sights
Giving the world the wealth and the rights
Give scroll a furl for health and the might
Designing a cult will be ready to fight...
Scriptz

Halcyon

[Verse]
Draw katana rise with prana cut atlanta off the map
Drawing points I'm looking at reflection now I am stuck turning back
From blood
Lie you worship hood
Wannabe gangster 
Suck all the soot
I'm trippin up got Achille's foot
Tricking ya I got the real mood
Happy mother fucker rising to the top I'm good
At this rap shit, and fuckin yo bitch got wood now I'll draw lines in the mud
Turf war, smurf war - she got the sass want a slurp whore
But they dont want me I'll surf more
Looking for bitches who flirt more
Yield to evil and spur more
Drawing their shield from kurt's door
Flaws and the real, got the perked score
Become mine then you capture world 
Uh
Tap out with prada got style in tandem with bands
I'm so poor but I'm giving out hands
Through all my lyrics I am switching ends
Giving the wisdom the mouth of the horse you are now stuck in the last devil's den
Sucking the spittle  the mouth of the whore, you are now luck incarnated again
yeah
Press on
Esso
Gas in the bunk
Smoking up the gucci buds
Now I'm wrappin up a blunt
Inahle with my homies
We dont do much dire stunts
but I write a lot of music
and I do it for the sun..
Cheesin on the weekend
I'm blowing money on a ton
Of fuckin weed for my needs
And a hoe who greets me on the run
From my heart I rest with saturn
I'm like a lantern burning on 
Eating shrimp off of a platter
Dining with the saddened gods
Now I'm fucking slittin my wrists
I'm bleeding with the blasted conch...
You've heard all I have to say
Now fuck off and do get gone...

Lines in the Mud

Hunt
Cut
Strum
Shut Down
Fury up
Mass a crown
Scurry strut
Im a clown
Jester with the lesser demons in his fuckin town
Mindscape is fuckin corrupt it's lookin like a god damn mound
Of fuckin trash, fiends turn to ash, their scraping by and now their lookin back 
At their home, gonna mess with prada in my dome, a task
Price the data god is on the phone he is so fast -
Asking them  return if they want to bring show at last
Evil will be removed from the world snow and glass
Sucking them back spitting out a throne the dome is brass
Wont break it if you fake it want you salivate then take it 
Power is so god damn massive but it's fun so we will rake it
Generation millennial growing up with the heart aching
They will now take over the world, strip her bare she will be naked
Uh
Lookin for a new perception and a paradigm of satan
Jesus reeses pieces stigmata wrist marks I am fuckin latent 
Power in my fuckin veins I am the next one up who's tastin
Rulership is fuckin hard but I will prepare and be patient 
Hunt
Cut
Strum
Shut Down
Fury up
Mass a crown
Scurry strut
Im a clown
And I'm flying...

GEN_MILLENNIAL

[Verse]
Red alert the demon's rising from the hidden hell
Hollow on the bloodlust why is metal in the smell?
Mercury is runnin through my veins, I'm shifting lanes and shells
Turning inside out I'm like the thing without his cheap-ass kills 
Shapeshifter, rage quitter - I'm the fuckin cage kicka
Break out of prison with all of the massive dun ice mage trickas
Yeah
Chantry's pissed but we are taking off
Breaking through our chains we are like django with the glock
Cop yo top
//
Im the kingpin jin want manicure
Start the engine and then pan the air it's in your hur
Breeze fucking sneeze gotchya with your geez cautchya with your sleeze
And we're marchin for the trap we want the cheese
Crunchin numbers and the fact for fuckin lease
Sell my soul to the devil and eject the last release 
Ready to drop you in the fuckin hell gonna burn you like a tease
Ash tray sizzle whip I'm branding both your kneeze
Ink blots in your clots internal tattoos with the bleed 
Turning into angel who will eat my enemies 
Flying to the peak this eagle hunting mana keys
Looking for the answers that will bring back dire peace
uh

NIGHTCRAWLER

[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

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Lines in the Mud

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