SALIVA GREY X DUBICH - MAX LEG ROOM (prod. Solas)

DUBICH X SALIVA GREY - HOLLOW MARROW (prod. Wxrst)

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED x DUBICH - NO THANG (prod. 99zed)

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I'm locked loaded
Anyone who apposes
Soon will know this
Let the walls be red as roses
Feels like I'm about to blow this
I will paint the halls
Push my button
And we all fall
It's your call
It's final notice
Can't control
This notion got me cold and frozen
Taken everything
I'm shaken up
Been faking my emotions
Now I wanna drink this potion
Take an oath of devotion
Compulsion
And If you ask then I will Divulge it
Told you before
I'm locked loaded
Here's my temper
Now you can hold it
Once before I would've imploded
But that's all gone now I'm exploding

Pretty little demon
You ever seen her
Whisper the chant of the reaper
Fell in the pit of the chamber
Anger so red I'm in danger
Sip on the fear of the angels
One wrong move and it's over
Put the heathen on a poster
Rep for the soulless
Sinking I'm feeling approach-less
Docile energy fuck it I'm hopeless
Lying like shit through my teeth
Let the single thought i harbor bout the death upon my own leech
Someone call the police
Trapped in the heat of the moment
Facetious I'm feeling
Seven sins I wish I was a better person
Proposition couple brothers and they both the devils sitters
Conversations will not solve the fucking torture I'm enduring
Bull I will myself to carry on the pleasures is my curing

Bullet to the brain
Make the blood flow
Carve into my chest
When another fuckin' word
Vomits out attack
Wrap me in hate, wrap me in hate
While you're reaping your own fate
Tell me oh tell me I'm wrong
Push me to a level where I never wanna get to
Soulless is the only being that I really can become
Let me have a little fun
Tethered to the spite
I feel ignited
Feel the fire rising
Tears from the fallen they're watching
Terror in their eyes now blinding

Temperature

Pull up the chop
Put a dot in the scope
Bored with your comments
I’m smoking this dope
Aye I hate my life
But it won’t let me croak
I live for my family
That do it alone
Shoutout my abuela
She fresh off the boat
Brown in my skin
But it’s black in my soul
Run with them demons
We came up in snow
Raised in the frost
Hard to dig up them holes

Snakes in the grass
And they venomous
Checking when smoking
My cannabis
Shaking the bag up
Like can it hiss?
Doubling down when I’m spitting
It’s effortless
Here with the crown
Interrupting his excellence
Therapy? Talking to objects
Inanimate
Rolling a blunt with no seeds
Cause I planted it
Really be off of that shits
They can’t handle it

Pick me up and rush me to the charred
I be the blaze
Swimming like a shark to eat the shawty
In my gaze
Never know just what to say
Until I get her in a grave
I’m a demon, I’m a barber
I be running all them fades
Sweeney Todd a motherfucker
That be stepping out of place
Slice a neck and then dissolve
In the bottom of the bay
Till I’m burning all the photos
And the bodies looking gray
Go to sleep and then I’m dreaming
About them carving up my fate

Cashapp when I’m feeding
That’s a bonus
Mixing up that bud
In my components
Mixing all the blood up
Like I’m Kronos
Condiments and condoms
In her lotus
She already know
That I’m the coldest
Baby girl I wanna know
Your motives
Looking all my past up
Like it told us
Burning from the warmth
I hope he hold us

Glock got a switch
In the back of my pack
Put two in his face
Then I’ll say it’s a rap
Tripping on shrooms
In an alley, all black
I just ate up your bitch
In the dumpster with trash
Light up a blunt
Then I smoke till it’s ash
And then roll up another
I need me some hash
I’m deep in my sorrows
I can’t wait to pass
Asleep at the gallows
Rope tighten up fast

Pick me up and run me to the darkness
While I’m fading
I just wanna live until I tell my mom
I made it
Dripping on the carpet with my blood
It really staining
Slip into the back and then I’m waiting
For my payment
Pick me up and run me to the darkness
While I’m fading
I just wanna live until I tell my mom
I made it
Dripping on the carpet with my blood
It really staining
Slip into the back and then I’m waiting
For my payment bitch

ZORITA (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
Witches pull up trynna tempt me
I see leeches when I dream
There ain't nothing y'all could tell me
Boy it's 2023
How y'all smoking on some Reggie?
Bitch I came up real quick
Motherfuckers wanna behead me

It's that king of all the ash
I don't think about my past
Lots of rapper want my cash
But everything they do is ass
I'll be smoking on some hash
Leaving bodies in my path
I got fiends that shaped my craft
Boy my shit like monster mash

Hara Kiri on the banner
Cut their stomach, kill em slowly
Scanner darkly, hiding hammers
Chop the swish up like I'm Kobe
Like Montana with my banter
Bitch I really feel like Tony
Pumping mana, smoking cana
In your bitches macaroni

Grassman
Fucking Grassman
I'm in the trees smoking strands
Like the fucking Grassman
Holly back up in this bitch
I'm rolling blunts of headband
Take my top off, I'm a Lich
Check the fucking back hand
All you pussies want the kicks
Till I lace, not talking vans

Bitch I sterilized my paradise
It ended up a mound
I been vilified and demonized
I broke down to a sound
Till I feel the tides, I'll terrorize
The missing in your town
Fill a telluride with tanerite
And drive it through your house

It's that beaner from the woods
Hollow steady raised by hicks
In a tundra full of goods
I could roll or shoot or sniff
I been smoking backwoods
I already said that shit
I'd just murder if I could
I don't care about a list
Hoe

GRASSMAN (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Cardeairè Jack x Saliva Grey - Web (prod. Aragoth)

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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)

BT#OMD!

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

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Sleep Paralysis (Prod. 6th$ithlord X TuMaggz X AK3K)

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OLD FATE (PROD. XN.NOMATTER)

SCRIPTZ