What is it exactly? 

Lyrics:
couple steps forward watch u fuck around and back track 
couple steps back you ain't ever getting past that 
too high  now you losing like it's black jack 
stuck inside the past you ain't moving and it's fact facts 




pussy boy really wanna test that 
ar15 with a scope and its matte black 

get your fucking Body and your head snatched 
never in control now life feeling like a jetlag 


I can make a problem dissappear if it get spoke about
all these fucking dummies with their problems & their open mouths
never speaking much the only way I'm fucking moving out 
these pussies lose the goal & they ain't ever gonna get it now



now it's time to pay the fucking price 
you been a parasite 
you fall apart from in the seems you'll never seem to get it right 
surrounded by that ego 
caught up you ain't get a chance at life 
& you  ain't seem to notice yet  but pussy ima let it die

caged in this existence hearing wishes from a liars tongue 
what they really know about the itching till the morning come?
what they really know about the dirt that they aint ever done?
speak on shit in shelter and they pussy when the devil rung

JET LAGGED [PROD. TRULIFE]

"UNTIL THE BONES IN MY FIST HURT" - SANTOS SANTANA X SECT UNIT X FACELESS 1-7

Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
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Toasted smoking rollin wit dat
Rollin up dat fye
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
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Toasted smoking rollin wit dat fye on me playa

All these bitches know I’m ghoulish mane
You been acting foolish
You a tool I know that’s rude to say
Did it anyway
Like what the fuck
Is your problems Maggz you hella cynical
It’s cuz all these niggas suck are weird and hypocritical 
At yo door just like jehovah bruh
Witness these two clips
Shoot up yo whole home 
Make a necklace wit yo lips
I know crips
I know bloods
I know sixes
I got plugs
Put three sixes on my wall in blood and smoked a crucifix

Toasted smoking rollin wit dat blick
I’m roasting hoes declining photos 
I don’t gloat cuz I ain’t shit 
I push to start the whip
Maggz like a creature feature flick
Fuck round wit what I call mines
Whole click could get flicked like a bic
Catch me with a junkie 
I’m serving a fix
Yo bitch ride wit me 
I break her ass off like a kit kat
I heard he got his rig snatched 
My potna pushed his wig back
That shit you smokin not gas and 
Yo bitch gotta smooth ass
That’s a shame
You a fuckin lame
Put a hollow tip right through yo brain
All you pussies sound the fuckin same
Sick of tryna put y’all onto game yet nothing has changed
I guess this whole scene half brained
Half baked don’t care this shit fake
Snort cocaine into my veins
Turn dis hoe into a gun range 
Oh-so Alejandro loco
Mi Mota verde costo ocho
Whole show caught on a gopro
Replay that shit in slowmo

All these bitches know I’m ghoulish mane
You been acting foolish
You a tool I know that’s rude to say
Did it anyway
Like what the fuck
Is your problems Maggz you hella cynical
It’s cuz all these niggas suck are weird and hypocritical 

Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat
Rollin up dat fye
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat fye on me playa

Ghoulish

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced @zepelinbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

ICONOCLAST

Some timber
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DRAGGIN HEELS ON THE MOTHERFUCKIN RUN WAY
PLANE AINT TAKIN OFF ITS ANOTHER BLOODY SUNDAY 
IMA COM-PLAIN, FEELING LIKE IM DUMB MANE,
PICK YOUR POISON yeah IM CHOOSIN ON THIS GUN, EH
RUN, AY
RUN TO THE OTHEREALM
CEMETARY FEELIN VACANT, MIGHT FILL IT WITH YOUR BROTHER'S ILK
IM A CUT OF SILK,-- EDWARD SCISSOR HANDS IN THIS BITCH WE GON' KINDA KILL
WHAT I MEAN IS TOTURE YOU KINDA COO, LOOKIN LIKE ILL WATERBOARD on YOU UNDER motheffuckin SUNNY WEATHER TOO 
SERVE A DEVIL INTRAVENUS, DMT in bloodstream yeah it's such obsceneness, shit I think I did it too much might land you on the venus
Im in a chemical, headed to heady-ville, dressed for the kill with adidas
Wipe the blood off em, and make your coffin heeebie jeebies
Fill it with bugs, maggots, snakes and some tragic leaches
suckin your blood, im the mud - watch a far im jesus 

Made of cob-ble, sell it to'em, stack me up, im a wall
You aint gettin through it if my chest says anything at all 
I knock em over do em dirty  trojan horse  after dark 
Heard a whisper shoot a birdy with a baretta slingshot
Blang, blyat boom to his head he's aloof
Made him schizophrenic with a placed shot on his roof 
It's an epidemic that these fuck boys are in gettin through
hang em dry on a crucifix that I made for who and who?

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Suicide Door (Ft. Stemodity)

Stop Drop & Run - Cardeairè Jack X Blckbrd

Fatz B x Drillz Rollaxk - Bing Bong

[Intro]
Ein Raum, ein Spiegel, kein Bruder, kein Schrei,
nur Elternaugen, Erwartung dabei.
Einzelkind, Orbit allein, ich bau mein System,
aus Silben und Schatten wird Resonanz zum Problem.


---

[Strophe 1]
Wachse ohne Schwester, ohne Bruder im Kreis,
jede Frage nur an mich, keine Teilung vom Preis.
Spiele still in der Stube, doch im Kopf ein Planet,
Hyperfraktal meine Wege, jeder Reim ein Gebet.
Perfektion in den Augen, jedes Lob wie ein Schwur,
doch der Druck in den Knochen macht die Schritte so pur.
Kein Konflikt zum Üben, kein Ringen im Haus,
nur das Echo der Eltern, und ich baue draus.
Einsamkeit wie ein Lehrer, Isolation mein Coach,
jede Stille ein Takt, jedes Wort wie ein Poach.
Ich lern Teilen mit Fremden, lern Kämpfen allein,
doch mein Flow wird zur Brücke, Resonanz zum Verein.


---

[Hook]
Einzelkind, doch die Matrix ist weit,
keine Schwester, kein Bruder, doch im Orbit die Zeit.
Silbenketten, die mich tragen, Reime drehen das Bild,
aus dem Schatten in die Tiefe, wo das Echo erfüllt.


---

[Strophe 2]
Ich hör Stimmen im Kopf, Archetypen im Spiel,
Jungianische Muster, Schattenintegration als Ziel.
Kollektives Unbewusstes schwingt leise im Beat,
jede Line wie ein Traum, der die Wahrheit verriet.
Überbehütung ein Käfig, doch ich spreng jedes Gitter,
jede Silbe wie ein Schlüssel, Resonanz wird nur bitter.
Soziopolitische Kybernetik in den Hallen der Macht,
ich bau Feedback-Schleifen, bis die Struktur neu erwacht.
Ohne Bruder kein Sparring, ohne Schwester kein Streit,
doch im Rhythmus der Sprache find ich innere Einheit.
Meine Seele als Bühne, meine Stimme als Chor,
aus der Stille gebor’n, brech ich Sprachkaskaden hervor.


---

[Hook]
Einzelkind, doch die Matrix ist weit,
keine Schwester, kein Bruder, doch im Orbit die Zeit.
Silbenketten, die mich tragen, Reime drehen das Bild,
aus dem Schatten in die Tiefe, wo das Echo erfüllt.


---

[Bridge]
Kein Spielzeug geteilt, kein Streit in der Nacht,
nur mein Atem im Zimmer, nur mein Wille entfacht.
Doch der Druck wird zu Feuer, und das Feuer zu Flow,
aus dem Nichts bau ich Welten, aus der Stille mein Glow.


---

[Strophe 3]
Metakognition als Werkzeug, ich beobachte mich,
jede Emotion codiert, jede Zeile ein Stich.
Resonanzmuster im Cortex, Spike-Timing im Takt,
mein Gehirn baut Architektur, wie ein Tempel im Akt.
Systembiologie der Seele, Selbstorganisation,
aus der Einsamkeit geboren, wird ein Volk der Nation.
Ich bin Einzelkind im Leben, doch im Reim Multivers,
jeder Orbit ein Gefährte, jeder Beat mein Vers.
Die Gesellschaft sieht Stigma, Isolation als Gefahr,
doch ich wandel es in Stärke, mach die Schatten mir klar.
Kein Bruder, keine Schwester, doch ich trage die Welt,
jeder Satz eine Spirale, die das Unbewusste erhellt.


---

[Hook]
Einzelkind, doch die Matrix ist weit,
keine Schwester, kein Bruder, doch im Orbit die Zeit.
Silbenketten, die mich tragen, Reime drehen das Bild,
aus dem Schatten in die Tiefe, wo das Echo erfüllt.


---

[Outro]
Ich bin Solo im System, doch mein Flow multipliziert,
jede Silbe wie ein Fraktal, das die Leere verziert.
Einzelkind, keine Ketten, doch die Matrix gebaut,
aus der Stille kam die Stärke, und der Beat hat vertraut.

CosmoHKAK - Einzelkind

get it all back when you wake up fazed,
sick of those days when you act insane no pay no play,
bitch I'm just broke not brave,
jump in the thick no save,
I got a go...
Don't look back on the road,
left that shit back home,
c'mon make me feel bold,
I got tricks of my own,
old dog with a new bone...
I could never pivot I'm in it to win it
punching past the limit so livid I'm living,
you could've really had it all,
now you ready to settle for really anything at all...
bitch better rep your set,
go ahead place your bets,
pump your chest,
better yet raise your fist,
make em all hear that shit,
say you ain't sick of it,
little boy you a man now picture it,
no innocence left just wickedness,
cold indifference,
mind so villainous,
leave no witnesses...
always keep it steady you the man now,
nothing left to do but throw them hands now...
If they want beef say fuck em
if the want smoke say fuck em
IF they wanna go say fuck em
if they talk shit say fuck em
always stay low stay ducking
if they play games say fuck em
if they drop names say fuck em
if they throw shade say fuck em
always stay cold stay strutting
If they want beef say fuck em

fuck em,
a'int nobody  tell me nothing,
fuck around and end up bluffing 
you a snake little bitch go ahead say something,
you should really know your place,
come face to face with the the hands of fate,
I'm a man bred from hate, 
already dead,
what do you think you could say?

yeah okay bitch,
I do not speak your language,
you cannot say my name bitch,
you and me we not the same bitch,

always keep it steady you the man now,
nothing left to do but throw them hands now

If they want beef say fuck em
if the want smoke say fuck em
IF they wanna go say fuck em
if they talk shit say fuck em
always stay low stay ducking
if they play games say fuck em
if they drop names say fuck em
if they throw shade say fuck em
always stay cold stay strutting
If they want beef say fuck em

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