Y'all went absolutely crazyyy 😮‍💨🔥🔥

Hardest track of 2023 for sure 🔥🏚️

Way to show up for sea WA like all the way man 🔥🔥❤️❤️

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by Twothirtxxn
engineered by @salivagrey

SCRAM

prod lil sweden

COVER ART: https://www.instagram.com/prodbrainmatter/

Lyrics: 
Yeah x

Kick to the face with the goddamn bass
Used to living life like a race
Smoking weed and that’s everyday
Like Spider-Man I love Mary Jane
Beat the pussy up make it rain
Make you all remember my name
I’m everywhere you're not in my lane
Fuck out the way you pussies been lame
Shut up lil bitch and use your brain
Show up so much you go insane
I am the king just started my reign
But don’t give a fuck If I die today
Least I was lit until I hit grave
Smoked on a blunt don’t care if it’s laced
I’m so high it’s like outer space
Backstab me then outta my place
Don’t give a fuck about where you stay
On the streets and that’s interstate
Wanna come back? Oh that’s interesting
Get to the money like an investment
Every pig should be arrested
Sleeping good and I’m well rested
Money up and that’s one less thing
Fucking a bitch ain’t getting no ring
Kicking em out or bringing them in
Seen her man he got dropped real quick
Hit him with a mutha Fuckin liu kang kick
Talk my shit cuz I walk my shit
Imma big dog imma lunatic
Rapping about this murder shit
And my paycheck bumps up every time I get another click
I’m speaking the truth not tryna be a fucking dick
Flip the switch and dump the clip
New bitch got a crucifix tatted on her lower lips
When I get it’s a double sin
She said I’m her medicine
I said quiet bitch and just swallow it

Yeah x

Liu Kang

Crypt ft. Ethan Ross

LYRICS:

Fresh coming through 
with the goddamn heat
We gon stop up on yo block
And let off shots like pop pop
Slipping ricin in yo motherfucking drink
Smokin cigarettes 
We dipping all them hoes in LSD 
Take a stroll through the goddamn river
The souls of all my opps are tryna get some
Make em shiver
Spill yo blood like I’m the reaper
Split yo skull like a blunt
Bitches know that I don’t front
Kill another track like this
Cause I don’t give a fuck AYE
PUNK BITCH
GET UP OUT MY GODDAMN FACE
(Aye)
BASEBALL BAT UPSIDE YO BRAIN
I LEAVE YOU WITH A BURST VEIN
TEETH KNOCKED TO THE PAVEMENT
YOU SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN BITCH
THESE WORDS GON BRING YO END
CAUSE VILE HOUSE DON’T FUCKING PLAY 
YUH

Really want smoke
You don’t want none
Boutta blow holes through ya dome
With a 12 gauge shotgun
Pull up with the Magick Kult
Murdering you broke hoes
Imma come up 
then I’m gonna slice up yo throat bro
You sayin oh no
Lead you gon swallow
I’m goin solo
Back to the shadows
Ronin is the motherfucking monster in yo nightmares
Taking out yo crew and then I’m torturing you slowly
Done taking shot from these goddamn hoes
Wanna verse get fucked
Vile House Shit bitch
We the enemy today
Leave you leakin from the face
Baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire
Swinging it till you just paste aye

FUCK YOU
GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE BITCH
SIT DOWN
FIRING SHOTS AT YO BRAIN BITCH
IM THAT GODDAMN FIGURE 
THAT YOU SEE IN YO DREAMS
MAGICKAL MO’FUCKER
WEARING A CLOAK
AND THAT MASK ON MY FACE
WITH THE HORNS IMMA FADE

PUNK BITCH!

PUNK BITCH! [prod. Fresh]

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shade_apollo/ x https://www.instagram.com/sinizter_/

W/ @sinizterofficial
Prod. @rooseveltnoise
Mixed & Mastered by https://www.instagram.com/samuelthedestroyer/
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/dieserfreigeist/

Lyrics:
Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

All of my Franklins Patrick Bateman fresh after a kill
Hit the dark web for my payment once the contract’s been fulfilled
Yeah the system did me dirty
Had to find a way to make some mills
Cold case never met with a jury
Cool calculatin’ I’m way too skilled
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

I’m G.I. Joe up in this rap game keep that Wesson on me
Toe to toe with the Taliban I had that thirty on me
Half these pussies think they hard when they talk about me
Tote your guns up on the ‘Gram but we know you ain’t about it
Couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
Fakin’ on the net just for views
Lie about your mental issues
Cappin’ out the jaw it’s fake news
Paid to kill at one point that’s ‘real’ blood money
No remorse inside my heart what the fuck you want from me

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood Money

Spotify | Apple Music

Blood Money w/ Sinizter (Prod. ROOSEVELT)

SH4RD X SEIRA666 - CASE CLOSED (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

SHXLO x FAUXCUS - CHOKE
Production by trulife
Vocals by SHXLO x FAUXCUS
Mixed by FAUXCUS
Written by SHXLO x FAUXCUS
Cover Art by SHXLO
2023

Lyrics soon

SHXLO x FAUXCUS - CHOKE (prod. trulife)

Produced by: FXCKJAMiE
Featuring: Lord Distortion 
Cover Artwork by: FXCKJAMiE

(Lyrics)

[ FXCKJAMiE ]

Dead for a minute but I’m back now 
Imma show these fuckers how to act now
Always on the edge, think I’ll lash out
Imma leave your function yelling frag out

got no time to explain 
Me and lord taking names
If we find you on our list, we’re gon’ send one through your brain

Ready for the bloody rain 
Love to watch it all drain 
To be honest I don’t kill 
That’s the beast that I contain 

Don’t save me
Don’t help me 
I was meant to rot in the ground
won’t hear the bell ring 

Don’t blame me 
Don’t tell me 
that you would’ve done any different
 I know you bluffing 

(Don’t save me)

(Don’t blame me)

[ LORD DISTORTION ]

Dirt up on my boot but still you pussies getting stomped 
Don't u hit me on my line cuz muthafucka I been swamped
I been doubled up I keep a cutter and a glock 
Why u wanna try and change can't clean the gutta wit a mop 

Needle marks and Scratching arms that money making policy 
Hell inside the streets the many circles where the product be 
Dressed up wit them masks & got them hollows this ain't Halloween 
And If that sucka Fiestey he gon end up eating all his teeth

Shout out to them paper chasers really making moves 
See they cap about they bands and ain't got anyway to prove  
Huffing on these vapors got me higher than the moon 
Ima make em meet his maker gonna Send em to his tomb 

Cutting out the negative, the block to the progress 
got a fucking issue than he got to dissolve it 
These threats they fucking sending they ain't nothing but bluffing
Counting up that money it's enough for the bloodshed

STATIC (FEAT. LORD DISTORTION) [PROD. WADJET]

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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
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
//
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

Blood Money w/ Sinizter (Prod. ROOSEVELT)

Shade Apollo

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