Wish I Pulled OT with 99Zed

HISSING SEQUENCE  [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Little surprise drop. Testing this one for spotify - what do you guys think?

Got the glizzy on me
Im a little poised
Ima stimulate electric when Im lickin noise
Need to pick around it
Scab is getting toyed 
Old wounds, runnin' fool dunnin kruger ways 
I start war like a boar - animalistic in my gore 
Can I picture epistemic ready to mimic all these whores
From the stary jesters writing on my noggin weaving lore|| 
Can I feel you to core
I need this shit I want it more 

Beam me up im picard
Lookin like a motherfucker
Strummin out that guitar 
Playin notes with a floyd rose, pluck her toes
I'm meaning it that Im the god 
Never fall off risin my way to the  top 
Im a carnival vetted so full 
Beautiful melody out these strings that I pull 
Kinda diamond knotted carvin the stones out of wool
Making fates with some face that I stole from your soul

Canary flies above my head
The terrain is hard but I know what it is

INSTAGRAM

FLOYD ROSE (PROD. WELAPROOF)

BODAH REVY - AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION? 
(produced by Blunt Christ)

LYRICS:

Bitch I got my woes on my side
Biddie, bye on that fuck shit
My hoe already died you and I never function 
My fet breakin heads taking names on that dumb shit
I step to your neck throwing shade when I bust bitch
I bang on your block fifty dollars and a screw loose
Who knew? Make em pick a side baby you choose
Im drugged out playing with the dead like its voodoo
My pack will tell a story show exactly what we use to

Okay! throw my shade
Biddie wanna fuck and talk about stain
I don't give a fuck when I'm out my mind 
But it don't mean shit when the bitch on fade, aahhh
Cut it off top with the razor
Lick it all off with the tongue
Stickin it back I heard you all cap
My body on crack I pack it up numb

Bitch I came up out my city banging fetty like its nothing
My pack raw, got fatal keys 
I piss em off when I bang my shit
My crystal make petty work 
You pissed off cause I made it work
I fucked up and then brought it back
With a .45 and 2 hunnit worth
Big fade I can't feel my body when I bang grey
Turning y'all to fodder when I throw shade
Pistol came with that blocka
Droppin anybody who got it 
Pussy stay up outta my pockets - revy

AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION?

AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION? (prod. Blunt Christ)

UNHOLY (prod. Aragoth)

Lyrics:

WE AINT THE SAME BITCH 
FUCK UP OUT THE WAY I CAME TO FLIP THE MECCA
ALL UP WITH THE FLAMES I BEEN INSANE LIKE WHY THE FUCK YOU JEALOUS 
THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU AINT BEEN TELLIN
PUSSIES GETTIN SEVERED I AINT BUYIN WHAT YOU SELLIN ALL THAT

CURSES IN MY NECK
SIXTY LEGIONS ON MY BACK
PUSHIN POSION BY APPOINTMENT 
KEEP IT TOXIC FOR THE FLACK
LET IT FESTER FOR MY ANCIENTS
FIFTY CHAPTERS ON THE TRACK
I AINT REALLY GOTTA SAY IT 
BUT YOU KNOW YOUR SHIT IS TRASH

WE GETTIN FUCKED UP NO BOUNDARIES KNOWIN DEATH CANT EVER TOUCH ME
ALL THAT LOUD SHIT SOUND LIKE SILENCE CUZ THEM BOYS AINT EVER BUCKIN
OH YOU VICIOUS WITH THAT BITCHIN TALK THAT SHIT 
LIKE YOU GOT RUCKUS
I GOT FIGURES DOIN SWITCHUPS IN THE DISTANCE YOU AINT NOTHIN

IM ON THAT RIVERSIDE SHIT
PULL UP ON A BITCH
TELL HER POP THE SCRIPT 
IM TAKIN TWO THEN FLIP THE REST

DRAGON BLACK SCALE FIT
SPUN OUT IMA A MESS
THIRTY THREE RIPPIN 
MOVIN RECKLESS LIKE A JET

HUNNID FOILS IN THE BOX I MAKE A BOAT OF REYNOLDS WRAP
TAKE A KNIFE TO MAKE A POINT BUT AINT NO CUT UP IN MY PACK
I LET IT SLIDE DRIP SLICK DOWN THE METAL INTO GLASS
IM NEVER RUNNIN OUT A SHIT I SCRAPE THE STRAW TO MAKE IT LAST

SHADOWS GETTIN THICKER NOW I HEAR EM FASHO 
I FELT EM PUSHIN ON MY SHOULDER PUT MY HEAD TO THE FLOOR
THEY SHOWIN THEY FUCKED UP FACES FROM TURNIN THAT WET UP IN THE ROSE
IM TAKIN A DOSE DESECRATED SO I CAN SEE ANOTHER GHOST

I GOT THE THRONE MUHFUCKA
CALL ME ZETA DON DADA
I SET ABLAZE TO THE FLOW 
AND SPIT IT OUT LIKE ITS WATER
WE DROPPIN BOMBS
NAPALM BACKIN MY ROSTER
DONT TRY TO MIMIC HOW IM MOVIN
YOU CANT HANDLE THAT POSTURE

WE AINT THE SAME BITCH
DEATH CANT EVER TOUCH ME
GOT THE THRONE MUHFUCKA
FLIP THE FLI FLI FLIP THE MECCA FASHO
PULL UP ON A BITCH
YOU AINT BUCKIN SLICK
SILENCE WITH THAT BITCHIN
THI THI THI THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT
WE KNOW YOU SELLIN ALL THAT TRASH

MORDAX

MORDAX (prod. LELXX)

BT#OMD!

Blood on my wrist watch
Time is runnin thin blot
Rorschach says im going to the fin block
and I win not, and I do not never ever win not

Im a little even but im odd get close to me
Feeling like ill pop another Xanax, henny bean
Wait - the cemetery's in the scene,
We're grave digging casting spells on all these undead trees 

Ring wraiths, ring wraiths, count em in the ring mate
Put you up against some sing skanks, make up some zing zang,
Got the zaza in my think tank
Overflilin but im chillin, ice cold rosin from the big bank
liquid gold i think Ill give thanks
To the demons that power my empowered right to give thanks
yeah I Give thanks, yeah...
Give thanks...
Mortal with a wig plank...  
Split it ...

WIGSPLIT JIFFY (prod. Hocii 808)

some o dat OLD SCHOOL scriptz, might change the mix

hope you guys like this junt 


SHRED, UP IN THE BATTLE BOWL
MEDS, UP IN MY HANDSOME DOME
REDS, ALL OVER STREET IM MIMICING the DAHMAR FLOW
HEADS, CATCH YOU BY THE TAILS THAT U TEND TO ROLL
I MADE THE GAME YOUR PLAYIN, CHECKMATE, BILL AND CHEQUE A ROSE
I TOP YOUR CORPSE OFF LIKE A CHERRY, THORNS I HAD TO HOLD 
IM A DEMI-GOD, DEMOLITION ON THESE PRADA HOEs
I BREAK THE PUSSY AND THE TUSHY LIKE I WANT NOTHING EXCEPT TO RAISE UP MY BONES//
VANQUISH, GALLARDO, F-TYPE UNDER MY SKELETHRONE
CALCIFY THEIR PINEAL GLANDS DONT NEED THEM SEEING HOW I WROTE
HOW I roll , how I wet it up and blow out some Os, magic trick wetted with what I damn writ
Eatin some ritz while I plot these flows
SCRIPPY DA DIPPY I POUND HER IN QUARTERS 
4 FOR EACH HOUR,  AINT STANKIN LIKE MORMONS
WAIT it INVOWEDABL, I DONT NEED THE POOR MAN
PITY A FOOL, AND THOSE RACKS WILL CONDEMN IT 
LEAVING YOU HOMELESS, THE MONEY WANTS ALL OF IT
SO SELL YOUR SOUL, ITS EASY TO CALL HIM IN
WAKING AN HOUR ITS LIKE NOTHING HAS BOTTLED IN
BUT I TELL YOU PRESSURE'S UP when the FORTUNES IN

SOULPACT (PROD. K4STET)

Im a chema-typical 
Tricking up some net gain from these somber high hoes
Fashionista on game, no dice any more for these flows
Im fading out, berating clout I dont want it im a ghost
IM Hidden in the floorboards Im becoming part of host
Take your body for a ridey flakin off I dont like joes
Mac 10 silenced hidey in my furry lined coat, 
comin up on me and ill turn you to a missing john doe

Brassed out, tactical, tactin up, my dukes are cut 
Catapultin, backin up, deagle with  the chrome roughed up 
Im a combat fanatical Im waking under (u)surper' hut
I missed the u cuz they are selfish working under godless luck
Demi urge pissed so I throw the (ouro)'boros clip, eating that tail bit by bit
gonna be famous in a bit, singing shit that's just like this, under motherfuckin 'his', 
eye of horus watchin chorus so I think the stars are pissed 

*2
So I distance with them
Im at a distance with it 
Throw a diss in the middle
Of this glocked tuck fiddle
Its singing humiliation out the barrel im not kiddin 
Make this jester talk with the metal cocked back for the thinning, yeah

I THINK THE STARS ARE PISSED (PROD. CIRCLEBAD)

MC ROBOZÃO - IGUAL HEMAN x TROPA DO VOVÔ ((DJ 2P DO CPX))

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