Artwork by. Gavisaurio
Produced by. CXRPSE

BABY GOS:
Pull up with the gang and we leaving him slaughtered
i don’t want ur pleas ion fuck with u offers
sloth got the wine that he stole from ur casa
on god i’m on the one finna blow like i’m gaza

smoking and drinking don’t fw u cretins
if you got a problem u cry to ur god
i need him gone like that boy is some clearence
u say u gon kill me so why ain’t i gone?

stomp on his face and i bury em
mobbs, sloth and baby we look the minutemen
shining so bright bitch i’m radiant
don’t care for the dissing ong im not listening

u said u gon gon pull up im sitting here
that boy didn’t show up i guess that fear got to him
bitch you a bitch be obedient
he think we don’t know that he side with the opposite

i don’t know stop bitch i only know go
driving my auto right into ur zone
i put a tracker inside of your phone so u internet talking but i’m at ur home
bottle of henny a bottle of gin
skirt off in the whip with the black window tint
i got some enemies i got some friends some that gon love and some that pretend

MOBBS RADICAL:
desolation is key
my hip two guns no safe on me
gotta roll my weed in a fronto leaf
drift off zen mode like a bonsai tree
black screen the static front face with god
flesh bone and all gone rip it off
ray gun with a pack a punch
I might blast’em up you gone know the mobb
we gone kill them all
pockets too fat all I’m hearing ka ching
I think that Im writing a death note
the darkest of winter and hell of a spring
too busy I’m grinding to flex though
full seige all rise when I close my eyes
every night I sleep is a night I die
in a hellcat bitch I command my shit
living way too fast all the time gone by
I’m dead

$LOTHBOI:
I BODY WHAT I TOUCH
COUNT ON ME TO FUCK UP

Boy we aint the same
We in different lanes
While you smoking kush
I was riding trains

I was dead broke off the percs hoe
Robbin joints picking locks yo
This is real shit I aint cap bitch
Im the $LOTHBOI and I crossed toys

I done it all been through the fuck shit
Ran from the cops to the functions
I seen people die with my own fucking eyes
Fuck I made through all this dysfunction

The bunk shit
Took my brothers live
You a pussy gripping on a .45
I be a 40 deep so I’m swinging wide
I might beat you down till you fucking cry

Leaning over Im so fucking high
Climbing roofs and Im afraid of heights
Riding trains thassa thrill in life
Doing stupid shit till the day I die

Yuh

Give me a reason
Bitch I riding with demons
Holding em back till these chains fucking snap
Then I body your shit like I bodied this track

Facts

Bitch I be packing my bags
Flyin to cities just cuz of my raps
Working so hard I ain’t sleeping again
I create till I die bitch I want this my end

Spotify

GAZA w/ MOBBS RADICAL x $LOTHBOI [prod. CXRPSE]

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)

I’m wraith from the otherside of realm
Walking with the blank footsteps, ice on my gown 
I’m breathin’ comet dust from the underside of sound
Geometric I’ma clown, jester djinn with a pound
On the phone, control is on the tone
Got the board with the 9-1-1, fiddy clots of blood Rome
Raise an empire outta stone, with the runes carved into bones
Sprinkle on the flesh, Im feeling mess-y
Sundered by the whole 

Mandala metric is my fantasy rulership my only goal
Writing to the gods in tandem, ink blotted with the coal
Burning all the fuckin old
Starting a new version of myself, not what I’m told
I’ma call it never fold 

The bet, on the set
Steady to drop you with the mac
Call me diced up homes, cut on both sides of my lips
Im running fucking laps around you
Flow is spiced out I’m a vet
Armed with a fuckin AK and a bullet-proof vest
Teeth are diamond I’m in a jet
Blastin’ off to mount Tibet
Call me junk-monk 
Gliding with that slave-ship Boba Fett
Make yo bitch my bitch you bitch
I’m itchin’ for that trigger shtick
Blastin off ya whole dome
Make you headless I’m ahead

-less horseman 
With the fuckin whores-in
The back of the bunk 
Chariot filled with bloody course-limbs 
I eat the flesh ya its score man 
Red Orchestra is war bitch
Got the .50 rifle and another man to mark them 
Yeah we murk them, murking with the fuckin right
To kill from the other side of the life
Death is running along my knife 
Im fiending for that victim strife
I make this shit kinda right
I’m reaper with the light
Blinding sight on both of your eyes

RUNES CARVED INTO BONES

I’m like six feet deep
Creepin’ on this society  
Supple triple tap on the trigger for the meek
I’ma nemesis with the wraith cloak on fleek
Im another dividend cut from the souls you seek
Cut from the blank cloth you need
Im another vivid man with the nether vision man
That you never gonna finish got glock-tucked-keep 

Packin’ and hackin’ I’m risking the happen-stance
Anyone mess with me become a body lance
Shield for the lord of the hottest of shawties man 
King pimp mixing ice with all the bodies man
Young ripper trippin’ on rituals
His actions are pitiful
But that’s why the pulpit died, and what remains is a hell visual

Im taking all the answers sinful
Glyphs, rifts - I scribe the rich a misty dig flow
I’m on a panic, I think ill hunt the pigs now
Society is a mess, you see it when the ink slows

I wake and die
I cast that stone and then I fly
Floating from the blood I buy
Transactions critical with souls I cried
Dripping and trippin with geometric shapes covered in red emerge from all of the trimmins
From the bodies that I am grimmin’
Trespass and its nill-end

SIX FEET DEEP

Cat, ha
Cream is purring on my lap, ha
I'm feeling like I kinda had
Ice sippin’ on the droid, feelin’ coy
Fishin for the logic ‘hind the seldom-wilted trikey-toys

Back - on the motherfuckin track, with the tear-y eyed hoe who is waiting for my slack
All of the jesters, PH testers - acid in this fuckin lab - 
I'm like a mad scientist who's suckin’ tits while he holds his, cock 
Ca-ca-cock cock it back for the phantoms who want all my had 
Pile of the gold that's shootin right out of my ass 
Rocket jump up above them, I'm flying like I am pan 
Peter-defeat-her-I'm-seeker-I'll tweak-her, I’m fuckin the world Antarctica-land 

Cold as ice, cold as ice - I'm walking backwards throw the dice
Dye is cast, name that seal tie it down and break it thrice
Thirty three times and I miss the parot-bite
She repeats what I say and I know she wants it
I know it I'm not what they are like 

Like me, like me
I'm on a handed-spree, psyche
Scuttle the ship and then geronimo to the ring now get ready to fight me 
I'm on a task for her evil I'm lighting the ring an olympical nike ->
Just do it go through it and die you motherfucker bottle it up primadonna a hype beast 

Laughin’ on the motherfuckin
Laughin’ on the

Pile gold
I got midas hoes, I’m not right it shows, circa tight the rope
Wrap it around you neck and let ya hang ya-noose
I cant bet it up for the bison woes
Im metis, im waitin, im fated to take it back to the church, burn it down to the dirt ground
Summon the cattle and lead them like sheep to the hell-fire that they dunce learned to surround

OLYMPIAN

miles ahead

miles ahead ft. soap.

Sounds like a weed strain, im bored

Gat, shoot yo hat
Bullet hole through the mullet cold

circa'94, I was born, Im a nimble core
Soul is liquid ice Im making room for all these simple chords
Strum em, run-em, im-in, venom,mode gonna make a mason score
I think Im on my spree shit, hitting keys shit, numbers on the board
Yeah yeah,
Contracting the vibrant hues, blood is so bright I dont wanna lose
Trippin on morsels for minimum morse code im contacting all of the jester dudes
I got like hella blues, yeah and hella blues, im so motherfuckin sad you'de think Ide want to silence who
God god god
Im another god
Lookin like an enemy for mothers and these sunny fucks
I'm a funny ruckus, nade will stuck ya, splosion on yo cars
IED, for your see, takin your vision shrapnel that I lob
//
Yeah scriptz
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I got claws, im like a sloth, covered in quills I'll stab your broads
I got the quill, tanacious stock, take you to hell, the devil lodge
You think youde want it, compare with bondage, the whip I bought it
The rope I bought it, the noose I want it, rippin the daphodils petals aren't honest, duh

Gat, shoot yo hat
Bullet hole through your mullet cold
Rising from the scriptures my name is only prophecy told
Writing paint those pictures for the crowd is moshin ryhthm mold
Draw a circle, pimp it purple, pentagram in the middle fold

PURPLE PENTAGRAM REMIX (PROD. RULZ ON)

East to the West
_________________________
Smoke another

its cloudy out today,
drippin on the scene with an inkblot from my brain 
a man whose in need of a needle for his pain -> 
but im kind of full of drugs already, faded to the brim

ha ha ha ha
feelin like a god
demon off cane, who's cookin in the lab?
its me motherfucker im a wiler killin labs 
wylin out, get some clout and put it on my tab

ill never sell you, tell you, what to do its hell you (yo)
paving road to darker realm i pop a pill for value
criminal whos comin for their throat im a shell shoe
walk a mile in my host and gravity will fel you 

east to the west
each wear a vest
raising fuckin army with hilarious jest ->
picture esque, 
beautiful being with a jackal and a bet
underworld is my girl and i make her fuckin wet  

east to the west
each wear a vest
raising fuckin army with hilarious jest ->
picture esque, 
beautiful being with a jackal and a bet
underworld is my girl and i make her fuckin-

NIMBUS (PROD. UNREM)

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats
engineered by @tumaggz

BONDO

MOBBS RADICAL — WOLF INSIDE A SHEEPSKIN(PROD. JON LOC)

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OLYMPIAN

SCRIPTZ