nah you rap like a god, like your flow 🔥

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]

VIRGIN MARY (PROD. ATISH)

99ZED x SALIVA GREY - BODIES DANGLE LIKE MY NUTZ (prod. 99zed)

GUILLOTINE ART (prod. HARAKIRA)

Witch dance party was something for awhile I wanted to give a try with a more faster paste style track. I hope you all enjoy this and do your boy a favor and go stream this track like crazy on Spotify.

Stream WITCH DANCE PARTY
https://open.spotify.com/track/463kyOcKOSyOp52VvHDP9J?si=e89a203fb79e4631


Social Media: ZANGE 🤘https://www.flowcode.com/page/ZANGE

Social Media: CRUXX 🤘 https://linktr.ee/cruxx_shadows



beat by the homie
@prodnug

ZANGE X CRÜXX $HADOW$ - WITCH DANCE PARTY (Prod. Nug)

MOBBS RADICAL- MADE IN ABYSS(PROD. BABYBOI + TECSHAWTY)

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wall - splat

ri-fle go blah

waking up your sons and daughters

Im an old soul guy

not shy - im a masochist, weighted feather fly

you can call me hannibal

lecture all these fucking flies 

ima die - 'fore im old that's probably

never hold no property - im a fuckin prodigy

evil when the time is right, its runnin thin monopoly 

on this rap shit, yeah, im a rare commodity 

Call me scriptz, bitch - whip shit, outta my mouth spit inferno then I flip scriptz

Im a cull all the fools from their highhorse spots, I'm raiding society with a reaper syth claw 

ima die Ima die - 'fore im old that's probably

never hold no property - im a fuckin prodigy

evil when the time is right, its runnin thin monopoly 

on this rap shit, yeah, im a rare commodity 

Cuttin all the piety from the silk drawn cloth 

Fates weaving gates cuz im getting too hot 

Like a comet with an homage to way spread across the globe

Im  a model for all'em who want to rap or take a shot 

Take shot a shot bitch, wicket with that bop bitch

Im a chemical so terrible I lock it

Keep the magic up my sleeve, lettin it out cross me

Ill hang you on a cross B, fuck you and your posh team 


Bitch, lip smack that motherfuckin dick -> I dont wanna hear it,, I dont wanna fuckin crib

Im in a whip, writing bit tips, cant see the tip of pin ->

Im an adage to your beelzebub, Im not one of them 

Im  a missile full, launch at bull - red flag turnin monochrome 

the colors are fading the flowers are turning to dust like my classic soul 

Im filled with the kind you saw, djinn and some spirits under scriptzture nominal 

Ima make it sort my soul

OLD FATE (PROD. XN.NOMATTER)

Lyrics

said im riding with that little 44 up on my lap 
DSC been running shit you know we been up on the map 
i ain’t listen to these goofy motha fuckas cuz they cap 
in my scope i gotta laser better dip before i zap 
i gotta go 

cruisin down your boulevard im lookin for some dope 
why he talkin like a bitch it’s cuz his pockets ain’t got doe 
pull up on your corner im just hitting up the store 
i been mixing up this shit for way to long i’m on the 

low, never come back i leave him leakin on the floor 
all these bitches keep playing up on the gang i said no more 
told my boy roll another n them i walk em out the door 
if these busters keep talking im gonna show em what a war is 
my demons been ready up in the whip i told em floor it 
smokin on cookies im always rollin i adore it 
back of my trunk i got some speakers on some doom shit 
all of demons been steady cruisin really booming 

said im riding with that little 44 up on my lap 
DSC been running shit you know we been up on the map 
i ain’t listen to these goofy motha fuckas cuz they cap 
in my scope i gotta laser better dip before i zap 
i gotta go 

bitch i ain’t scared this shit never fair 
droppin like some bombs i gotta pair 
swaggin got some flair 
got these mother fuckas balding way im talkin got em losin hair 
why he talkin out his pockets ima send him up the stairs 

got my dawg back said we rollin up a pack 
way i mix it up got em hoppin on the track 
pulled up with my demons said you know we never lack 
playaz at the party they just rolled up in a lac 

i been pushin for a minute i ain’t mever gonna stop 
im just cookin up this bacon on the grill like it’s a cop 
why he actin like he better pussy know you get mopped 
i’m just steady posted at the crib you know its been my block

Little 44 (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

What do you do when you hear a noise behind you?

Wish just drops boulders from the sky! 🪨🤞


Verse 1  
Night’s dripping in alley-pitch, street light flickers like glitching code  
Silhouettes stretch long across the cobblestone — I grip the load  
Eight-step spiral stance in gravel, palms in orbit mode  
Earth dragon stalking in silence, breathing in haunted odes  
I don’t ask “who’s there,” I cast fists like cracked brick  
Bagua step shift, twist hips in a cosmic axis  
Broad palms bending the wind, every tick in my heartbeat  
Is a trigger in instinct, every shuffle of feet? A target  
Concrete elevated — I feel tectonics shiver  
Ghost in the gutter whisper — I answer with splintered liver  
흙으로 숨쉬고, 무릎을 굳게 쥐어 —  
(“I breathe in soil and clench the knees stern like a soldier”)  
A shadow moves left? I’m swinging a prayer-lined boulder  
Eyes peeled, heart steel — nerves burn like ancient incense  
Punching phantoms in doorways, I got trauma in each sentence  

Chorus 
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t plead, I don’t ask  
Earth on my breath when I break that mask  
A noise in the dark and I move with passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the silence cracks in  

Verse 2 
Fear taught me early—don’t measure the threat, just answer  
Lurkers lurking in street corners get left like fractured plaster  
Every rustle of trash is a trap, no room for naive banter  
So I shape my bars in mountain form, mud-blooded rap enhancer  
I roll with the weight of centuries, spin feet on the axis of grief  
Palm slides across the void — crack whatever hides underneath  
I hear gravel crunch—body rolls on pure reflex  
Bagua footwork, weaving circles ’round your apex  
“Is it real or illusion?” — I ain’t got time for that  
Every creak in the fence gets met with a spine attack  
I’m the rose in the tomb, bloom in a dead street’s gloom  
Sweep the gloom with a crescent boom, let the silence consume  
내 뼈 속 흙의 목소리 — they tell me “swing till it dies”  
(“Voices of earth in my bones keep whispering fight”)  
And I oblige — crystalline rage in a lotus disguise  
Hope in my chest, but a fist in my eyes  

Chorus  
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t plead, I don’t ask  
Earth on my breath when I break that mask  
A noise in the dark and I move with passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the silence cracks in  

Verse 3
It’s more than paranoia, it’s holy motion in dirt and rain  
Every crack in the pavement remembers the name of pain  
When the gutter exhaled, I inhaled defense like fate  
Meridian lines ignite — I activate dragon gate  
I step like a circle split in eight subtle pieces  
Each strike blossoms from ground, hid ill peace is:
You hear whispers, I hear warning—  
Night paints omen scripts on concrete in the shape of mourning  
I learned to fight before I learned to sing  
Now I sing in strikes and swing in rings  
Every flicker of light is a reason to strike  
Let the earth in my lungs turn impulse to bite  
If it’s nothing — fine. At least I lived.  
If it’s something — I bury it quick.  
Either way I keep stepping, sweat dripping in prayer tones  
Wish moving like a myth in the barricade of fear zones.  

Final Chorus/Outro 
I don’t freeze, I don’t question  
락을 걸지 않아 — no confession  
Bagua palm rotating in timeless patterns  
Swinging at shadows like I’m killing what matters  
I don’t beg, I don’t bow  
Earth in my veins when the lights go out  
You call it panic — I call it passion  
Swinging at shadows ’til the whole night shatters  


Swinging At Shadows (Wish)

Produced By BM11
Cover By BM11

https://open.spotify.com/album/5Og42d5aPrJSEzJ5pI2XF8?si=aSCXPNArTEu6DOybh3F3YA

Lyrics :
severe your soul from ya body 
probably
aint nobody
ever gonna stop me 
rowdy
whip out the spirit gun
this be my Tommy
i know you folding
no origami

i aint wanna summon all my demons
this
wasn't part of the agreement
please god 
tell me that im dreaming
why my spirit energy decreasing
look at my vitals
i dont think im breathing
creatures from another world
changing up my helix
molecules be running thru
darkening ma feelings
i dont wanna witness
all my bleeding hit the ceiling
who the fuck did u really think i was
came from the bottom
i came from the mud
never had anything
i dont show love
betrayal around me
i dont give out trust
(2x)
never had anything i dont show love
betrayal around me i dont give out trust
fuck what they saying about me
 i dont give a fuck anymore
stomping on anyone 
blocking my way to the throne
no game of thrones
i bring the storm
i know these fuckas
are talking on all of that dumb shit im hearing behind on my
back
if this is a race
i’m dom torreto
the kruegers my nitrous to leave all them pussies in last
i know you bustas are wack
woah
i know you bustas all cap
woah 
we know you really dont trap 
woah
try me ill pullout the strap 
fuck is you talking about
opps yeah we gun em down
playing for keeps
and yo hoes we gon fuck em now
i am the king of the underground
say my name twice
cuz i know that u love it now

BERNIEMACELEVEN - KOTUG (PROD. BM11)

DO SI DO // Wxlfe x Torchfvce (Prod Acid.mp3)

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OLD FATE (PROD. XN.NOMATTER)

SCRIPTZ

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