Crowson 4

Sect Unit

sect unit

Prod. YCK

Snort a fucking line crush em up with ID’s
Bitch I’m waiting in my fortress you can come and find me
Frame the innocent a sentence we will fall to perjury
Pop a vessel pulverize em send em to the infirmary

When I show up imma make your fucking blood clot
Standing frozen I’m the chosen one sending gunshots 
Through your home through your dome gripping on the fucking chrome
And I’ll be probing better yet toting all the bullets that I load

Creeping I’m keeping the weapon you’ll never be beating me
Trauma be coming repeatedly
Tomb and a dungeon the devil be greeting me
Skin is now burning and charred up unevenly

You never focus you never fathom 
All the weight your words will carry hope they send me to the stratum 
You wouldn’t get it you can’t imagine
Sipping blood what the fuck imma turn it to a habit
Do you even feel remorse and see the ones who had to die
For the sins you don’t repent these wings of wax we made our plight

Lungs cave blood stains 
Fuck pain fuck pain
Dug graves flood gates
One way one way

Prepackage propaganda send an explosive bag
A couple of bodies do what they taught me there’s another toe to tag
Danger to strangers I’m the adversary breaking all the laws
Looking around I savor the moment for the damage that I caused

Fuck to all the corporation funding allocation
Talking heads they stay resigning at the sign of allegations
I can see you’re tryna run I think you owe me dividends
You pay me out I take your head or legs I guess it just depends

Your throne of this complacency has made you wild and blind
Bitch I’mma tear em apart when they making me mad don’t bother telling twice 
I’m so fucking sick and tired of all these pussy fake woke
Generation Z’s I hate to see you’re grinding still broke

Handing over kidneys better yet I’ll take the liver
Harvest all the parts I need and then I’ll dump em in the river
There ain’t reception make no exceptions I’mma target who I please 
Stuck in dejection future discretion I’ll be waiting in the trees

Lungs cave blood stains 
Fuck pain fuck pain
Dug graves flood gates
One way one way

Plague

Prod. YCK, feat. soap. @soaped

Yeah you know what it is so be stepping aside
I haven’t really gave a fuck if I be dead or alive
So bite the bullet trigger pulling seek the end or beginning
Depends on how you’re looking at it until then I’ll be sinning
Descended in the portal no more juice in the flask
No use depending on the mortals ain’t the easiest task
I’m overzealous I’m heretical meeting an archangel
Viewing it from the heavens the humans that aren’t grateful
Taking the filth that we’re cleansing blood in we bathe I’m popping a benzo
Ridding myself of depression by taking my place inside of a deadzone
Need no coffin burials to soak the debris
These ceremonial rituals practiced down to a T
Lost track of the demons out of Pandora’s Box
Road into redemption coming after or not
I got the chains up on my flesh I’m in a liminal space
To rip the veins up out my chest look how we’ve fallen from grace

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Okay I’m taking the face from you when i walk in the room
Ain’t never debating, it ain’t on you why you act like a tool
I broke the data bank and it showing where you log in and move
IP address and now I’m next them existential ensue
And if I said it’s soon know I ain’t waiting for nothing
I been evading the public cause I ain’t faking  
And fuck it
It's all in my DNA there’s something keeping me from reduction
It doesn’t appeal to me the sucking up to deal with the funding
Won’t ever front for buck and won’t ever run for a bill
I’m at the front of the shuttle punching the blunt and a shill
evacuate em out the way I’m an
immaculate mill
I Turn em up into the dust when they in front of us, still
I don’t know what the fuck assumption that you held in your head
But really the fact is I ain’t running from nobody or dread
I face it every single morning when I wake in this mess
And I been breaking it's rebuttal since I frame my distress
Yuh

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Heretic

Icarus (feat. soap.)

new timbs all on my feet, imma step on a nigga if he actin too sweet

STEPPIN ON YO NECK

Prod. YCK

Setting up alarms empty bed I’m getting dressed 
Near the end another month and all these bills have got me pressed
I don’t know if we can make it I might put them on my credit
Imma have to pay em off a different time not on my debit
Where’d the money go that’s the biggest mystery
They need another stimulus they’ve got a couple kids to feed
From the way that things are looking we might take a second mortgage out
They’ve been advocating for the things they’re uninformed about
What’s a ballot making no change I swear the system’s callous
Throwing up arms in each three branches claim it’s for the check and balance
It don’t matter which wing that you’re part of they’re on the same bird
Onto the steps of the capitol making a scene and making our names heard
I need a doctor writing a slip I need my  antidepressants
Gone in a second right when that virus hit yeah that was all so unexpected
Blink of an eye when a quarter million fell off the face of the fucking earth
Down with the government we’ve had our sufferance they don’t know what it’s like to work

Those who have lost raise your fists say “aye”
Those who were wronged but resist stand high
No rules for the suits legislation that they wrote
Cause you’re a number in the game and you’re another empty vote
Okay with this machine
And corporate disease
The slaves to wages bound
They make the world go round
Alright with this red tape
And public dead weight
The ones you cannot trust
They don’t look out for us

Each light inside a building represents a living person
Clocking in and clocking out I said goodbye won’t be returning
Stumble up a flight of stairs I made it to the rooftop
I won’t plummet to the ground if you could promise you’d stop
How is it accepted that we work a 9 to 5
When that and sleeping are 2/3rds of all the time that we’re alive
How are we complicit with the things we find explicit
But we wouldn’t move a finger change a system that’s illicit
We don’t need clean water fuck the air it stays polluted
Crooked attorneys they recruited now the facts are so disputed
2 + 2 to make a 5 this been the world they want to live in
Cruel administrative treason strips the rights that we were given
No way to strike won’t send the message when the militia comes
Stocking these guns the flag’s in flames inhaling the gas up in our lungs
Send in the SWAT we ain’t forgot strategical way to stir confusion
Now the country’s at a split it’s left or right dissolve the union

Those who have lost raise your fists say “aye”
Those who were wronged but resist stand high
No rules for the suits legislation that they wrote
Cause you’re a number in the game and you’re another empty vote
Okay with this machine
And corporate disease
The slaves to wages bound
They make the world go round
Alright with this red tape
And public dead weight
The ones you cannot trust
They don’t look out for us

Cog in the Machine

TERMINATE
CHAINSAW MURDA
SINIZTER

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TERMINATE FT. SINIZTER (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)

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Prod. Odyssey
Mix: Cohst

Better Lost

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

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LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

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

BLOODHOUND

YUCCA MAN AT ZEBULON

CHRIS RAIN - I DID IT!

Stop Drop & Run - Cardeairè Jack X Blckbrd

ft. @tumaggz

Lyrics:

Sect Unit -

better watch yo back when you speak on me
yeah, speak on me
i won’t let you getaway for free 
head start countin up to three
you don’t who you wanna be 
just a pussy ass wannabe i swear 
you not the only one of you
but it’s really only one of me 

you can talk yo shit but it come back around like karma
i don’t wanna start no drama 
but if you fuck wit me you gone end up wit trauma
sweatin like you in a sauna 
i don’t like the way that you niggas move 
i don’t like the way that you speak
try to walk around wit a point to prove 
but i wish you would just take a seat
yeah, you niggas is weak 
only run yo mouth when you on a beat 
i talk shit i don’t keep it discreet 
but you make tweets
that’s all you know how to do
ain’t no beef when i’m bullyin you
like a leaf you gone float to the ground
the only thing you finna see is a boot, pussy 

better watch yo back when you speak on me
yeah, speak on me
i won’t let you getaway for free 
head start countin up to three
you don’t who you wanna be 
just a pussy ass wannabe i swear 
you not the only one of you
but it’s really only one of me 

TuMaggz-

Real chains on a fakes neck
I can’t respect your movements
Kinda stupid how you claim a set
I’m sick of rookies tryna play me like I ain’t a vet
I bet I’m right about your come up wanna place a bet
Y’all lil niggas some children 
Throwing hand signs you spent time making up got some ops but you’ve still never killed one
Me bitch I’m one in a million 
But they already know that
Bet they already know that
But you already knew that
Bet you already knew that
Boy that rag in your pocket a book with no words
You ain’t been jumped put yo mouth on the curb
It’s better it’s me it’s a mortal concern cuz if them niggas catch you they’ll turn you to merch
But you already know that
Bet you already know that
We know you ain’t about that
You know you ain’t about that
Roof cave in when the bass go
I wanna big body whip winnebago
I might pour a lil blood in a faygo
All you niggas weird kicking it with fake hoes
I’mma do it to em something like Waco
I’m a fiend for USD no pesos
Ion fuck with distrokid cuz they pay slow
I like dealing cuz it honestly just pay more
Like a missile how I heat seek targets
Tumaggz got your chick pants wet like a faucet
Demon wit the pot I’mma crock it
I’mma make spark like a fork inna socket
Got the whole game in my pocket
Only gonna take a few to take off like a rocket
But I’m not just in it for the profit
I was made for this 
Maggz something like a prophet

Wannabe

Cardeairè Jack x TuMaggz - Wannabe (prod. Aragoth)

pain

Pain (prod. Aragoth)

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double tap demon (prod. rich loser)

artwork by Micah Ulrich https://www.instagram.com/micah_ulrich/

Sunk in the depths deep down will I go
No wreck’s too much in the sea lay afloat
No bitch can attest that I ain’t so depressed
Pop pills by the pound leave my thoughts unaddressed

Taken aback state then retract
Every word I say they should wanna hear that
Brazen and gave no fuck till I die
Bad urge in my head that I wanna put aside

Fuck all this poetry cycles are rotary
Sealed up and signing my name with no notary
Stutter up quick when I pull the slide back
Wanna separate brains let my meds fight that

I’m an epitome of thinking differently
Living my worst and I’ll die in this infamy
Cellophane wrap on my neck can’t breathe
Got an O2 need black out and can’t see

I am the product of all that’s unholy
There is no saving me I’m in the wrong
I’m the result of everything immorally
Corrupt and broken I’ve lived for too long
I am the archetype I am the model
Lack of salvation I’m perfect to judge
Target the media kill the apostle
An angel had told me they will hold a grudge

Desecrate graves of the rich overpaid
With a status and place that I will overtake
No good cash they don’t spend by the years
Can’t trip too much with the skin we all fear

Off of the map off of the grid
Gone in a pinch made a coffin of bricks
Deep in the woods can’t call when I should
Won’t focus on them and it’s my own good

That’s my philosophy no one be stopping me
Dead in a decade well I’m thinking probably
Denigrate most what I make in a day
Well I can’t just stop can I get a damn break

Evacuate buildings secure the perimeter
I call the shots and they call me commissioner
Levitate quick from the drugs I take
When I’m out like a light can’t think of my sake

I am the product of all that’s unholy
There is no saving me I’m in the wrong
I’m the result of everything immorally
Corrupt and broken I’ve lived for too long
I am the archetype I am the model
Lack of salvation I’m perfect to judge
Target the media kill the apostle
An angel had told me they will hold a grudge

Hazardous

Unholy

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Long long ago I burned the crops and bathed in ashes 
You so famished you so parched I took all the fucking rations
The rope around my neck ain’t cut me free from all my sins 
The gallows I will proudly die the afterlife’ll soon begin

Gone to insanity causing calamity
Hanging from oak I’m no one that you’d stand to be
Verbal atonement the scripture I wrote it
Take credit for sacrilege got no opponent 

Bragging bout clean slates pseudo intellect
Boutta take a fucking aim we got two up in the Tec
Better rep the set better show what you about
Bitch you better represent you better fake it for the clout 

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Five days ago I took the crops I set to flames 
I summoned spirits by my side I walk on water breaking chains
The belt around my wrist ain’t set me free from all the dirt
Inside my coffin I will rest my rite of passage out of earth 

Finding out where these motherfuckers hide
They’re feeding and leeching like a parasite
Ain’t getting no weaker I twitch I’m a tweaker
I sacrifice everything I am a leader

Skies blacked out but I’m seeing blood red
Wanna rain down lead but the clip’s drum fed
Castration of justice I know that you love this 
I know that you stalking whenever I publish

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Sacrilege

Cloud Pakks r back baby

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Lyrics:
Just packed 50 fuckin oppies in my Dedd Barchetta
Cut em up and stack em nice, don’t get no blood on the legs
Ain’t tryna talk just want the jaw because the head far great
You tote the 45, spose’ we goin to war time mate

Yo why you testin', here’s a lesson, I go V for Vendetta
That Smith and Wesson go together like two birds of a feather
You try go play round with that pole you spin around it like tether
They flyin both sides, know there ain't no joy and no pleasure

Fuck ya goals guy. motherfuck ya cosign bitch
Grab the bowie knife, stab him 34 times bitch
David Bowie type, Blackstar, throwin scythes bitch
Act like Crona with these hoes, I eat your soul, bye bitch

I'm on the run; tell em Jimmy’s comin with lil Janey
Don’t enrage or piss her off you know that Janey got a motherfuckin' gun
I get fendi-floatin' when I'm mothafuckin' tokin'
Crash a 47 Boeing to the mothafuckin' sun

How I rock, can not talk wit ya bro, 
Hate the pigs and the po', imma chokehold that motherfucker Trump
Throwin rocks, throwin stones at your home
Get too close, imma knock u off ya toes out ya motherfuckin' trunks

Just packed 50 fuckin oppies in my Dedd Barchetta
Cut em up and stack em nice, don’t get no blood on the legs
Ain’t tryna talk just want the jaw because the head far great
You tote the 45, spose’ we goin to war time mate