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)

art by sui ishida, the author of tokyo ghoul

u weren’t here i really miss you - cult member (sped up)

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MY CITADEL RACKED UP NO BACK UP ITS JUS ME N REVY ROCKIN SHIT
ROLLIN OFF THE DIRT IM UP TO LONG LIKE I DONT NEED A BED
HOLLA AT MY DEMONS HEARIN SOMEONE CALLIN BACK THE WIND
PARANORMAL VICES IM THAT PHANTOM WITH A SILVER WRIST

LEG SWOLLEN 
FLUID POURIN 
POTIONS GOT MY SHIT IN MOTION 
HEAVENS METHOD 
KEEP MY WEAPON 
FUCK THAT BITCH I LEARNED MY LESSON
HOT SHOT JUNKIE I AINT GOT NO TIME FOR FUCKIN FEELINS
HONOR ON MY BUSINESS IMA PUSH THAT PRESSURE TO THE LIMIT

DO OR DIE
IM BONA FIDE
KEEP THEM RECORDS HIGH
BREAKIN BINDS
CUTTIN TIES
ONLY STAIN TO RISE
KEEP ON RUNNIN JUGS SMOKIN BLOOD PLAYIN WITH THE KNIFE
CANT STAND NEXT TO US FUCK YOU THOUGHT BETTER RECOGNIZE

ELEGANCE ON MY GLORY IM VEXIN UP TACTICS FLAWLESS
THE WAY I KICK IT IS PERFECT COMPARE MY SHIT UP TO PROPHETS
ITS THAT REVEREND FOR THE MENACE MOVIN WICKED WITH MY MOTIVE
TAKE A PAGE AND LET IT FESTER PASSIN DOPE TO MY REFLECTION

IM THAT BAD ADDICT IM NOT BAD AT IT I GOT BAD HABITS 
REAL STATIC GETTIN REAL RAGGED YOU JUST REAL AVERAGE
FOLD MAGGOT MORTUARY LAVISH BODIES TURN TO ASHES
NAUSEOUS OFF OF THAT COFFIN POPPIN GRAB THE SHOVEL IM SICK OF TALKIN

NINETY FOUR TONE AND MY BASE DIVINE
HUNNID BODIES IN THE PACK DROP AN EIGHT IN THE SLIDE
SIX BLADES ROLLIN FACE BITCH IM PAINTED TONIGHT
KEEPIN THAT POLISH IN MY POCKET OUT THE GUTTER DEIFIED

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MFA

RACKS (prod. REQUIEM CULT)

moneycounter prod ooka & smoke55fr

CYBR PYSCHO

lyrics:

ITS A DAMN GOOD DAY FOR A SACRIFICE
AH NO WAY NO WAY I CAN MAKE IT TONIGHT
I BEEN 
SO DONE WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES
GOT SOME RAZOR BLADE FANGS AND MY BLOOD IN HER SIGHTS

I’M SICK OF WAKING UP AND I THINK ABOUT YOU
YOU SAID IT HURTS BUT I FEEL IT TOO
HATE THE WAY THAT IM ON AND OFF IT
I MADE AMENDS BUT IM OWED A FEW
CASE TO CASE ITS LIKE DEJA VU
YOURE TO BLAME BUT THAT SHIT AINT NEW
WIPING YOUR FACE AND YOU CLAIM YOU PRAY
BUT YOUR DANCE DONT CHANGE I CAN SEE YOUR RUSE

FLIES WONT EVEN TOUCH ON ALL THE SHIT THAT YOU DONE SAID
LOOKIN BACK I MADE MISTAKES BUT IVE FORGIVEN WHAT YOU DID
FEELIN SORRY FOR THE MARTYR NOT SO SORRY FOR THE DAUGHTER
YOU CAN CURSE ME ALL YOU WANT BUT I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE IN BED

BUT YOU KNOW YOU’D FEEL BETTER IF YOU JUST DID WHAT YOU DIDN’T
I COULDA CLAIMED WE AINT THE SAME BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU BEEN MISSIN
GOT SOME DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE THAT WONT CUT THE PAIN FROM HITTIN
I DON’T NEED YOUR DULL ADVICE I GOT THIS POWDER AND A VISION

YOU THINK I’M TALKIN BOUT YOU IN TRACKS
YOU GETTIN CONFUSED WITH MY PAST
I MIGHT BE TALKIN ALL ON MY LAST OR JUST ASSUMING WHAT I GET NEXT
I GOT SOME BAD BEHAVIORS IM SAVIN THE WORST ALL FOR LATER
THEY TAKIN SHOTS AT ME WHATEVER KEEP YOUR AIM BELOW MY HALO

ILL ACT LIKE I DIDNT NOTICE AINT NO POINT IN EVEN TRYIN
WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU PLAYIN ILL GO SO LOW LOOK WHOS DYIN
TRADE THE PAIN IN FOR SEDATION ON THAT SAME SHIT THAT YOU LOATHING
ILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU REMEMBER BABYGIRL ITS OPEN SEASON

FEELIN LIKE CRAWLING OUT OF MY SKIN 
I SEE YOU POST ANOTHER NEW PIC
IM FEEDIN ATTENTION INTO MY WRIST
I GOT THESE SCARS TO MATCH TO YOUR LIPS
AND I CANT TAKE THE WAY THAT THIS IS
IM TOO FAR GONE TO LET IT ALL SIT
WHOS MAKIN IT BACK WHEN HIGH ROAD ENDS
ITS EITHER GON BE ME YOU OR HIM
FUCK

ITS A DAMN GOOD DAY FOR A SACRIFICE
AH NO WAY NO WAY I CAN MAKE IT TONIGHT
I BEEN 
SO DONE WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES
GOT SOME RAZOR BLADE FANGS AND MY BLOOD IN HER SIGHTS

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