Huge shoutout to @salivagrey and @lilsherm187 for doing this track with me, super nice people and great to work with. Highly recommend checking em out!

FACE OF DEATH (feat. 99zed & Saliva Grey) [prod. 99zed]

Lyrics:

I can’t even feel my fuckin’ face/
Feelin’ like I haven’t slept in days/
Nobody ever listen when I pray/
Don’t even wanna know if I’m ok?/

Drown all my emotions in this bottle ima flood my system/
Keep it bottled up inside my mind this shit feels like a prison/
Picturing your face inside my head when I pick up this pistol/
I can’t keep this up much longer might succumb to the statistic/

Yeah, yeah/

And when it rains it pours/
What am I fighting for?/
I, I, I felt like this before/
You, you, you just walk out that door/

Never feeling sure if this right but I just keep on pushing/
Never backing down that’s how I’m built, so I just keep enduring/
Spilling my emotions on this paper tell you how I’m feeling/
Might not understand these words I’m saying, hope it’s not for nothing/

Yeah, yeah, hope it’s not for nothing.../
No, no, I hope it’s not for nothing.../

I can’t even feel my fuckin’ face/
Feelin’ like I haven’t slept in days/
Nobody ever listen when I pray/
Don’t even wanna know if I’m ok?/

Yeah, yeah/

And when it rains it pours/
What am I fighting for?/
I, I, I felt like this before/
You, you, you just walk out that door/

OBSCURE (prod. Plurbs, Adrian Adder & Rodd)

LYRICS FROM A GRIMOIRE -prod LIL $WEDDEN

LYRICS---

Bitch I feel like an insomniac the way I hit that peak uh
Problematic tendencies I put you on the radar
Razor blade I slice it up and then I drain ya
Rev don't cum from the hoes I can replace ya x2

Bitty Bye (uuhh)Bitch fuckin with a bunk bag
REVY with the stains I hit your bitch and then she buss back
Blow Back (uuhh)you ain't fuckin with the drip
C4 Man Down smoke em like a pit
God damn
shawty lookin like she never got her fix
Imma give it to her straight she like the way I always hit
Nevar miss Never die give her dick then she cry
What the fuck you think i'm doing? Stick a strip up in my eye
Sideways step a hoe and crack it like a windpipe 
Duck em to the the grave I seal your fate and it don't feel right
God Damn a bitch who talking shit I let the whip ride
Psych med push a fuckin gram I got my wrist tied up

"ayo... this kinda hard..."
"Bitch shut the fuck up, Get the fuck outta here. Yo Dre!"
"Wassup ?"
"gimme a phonky ass bassline"

B B Bitch you said you got it but you don't I got that Packa Packa
Bitch you said you got it but you don't I got that Packa Packa
And Imma pack it like a pipe bomb baby imma, 
Imma pack it like a pipe bomb x2

"do you believe in God?"
"yes."
"well that's too bad..."

PIPE BOMB(prod. GLOOMYMIND)

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NEW AGE Ft. MYLE$

Lyrics-

(shoot dope not schools bruh
Yeauh, I get bags when I go outside yuh
I shoot dope like its Columbine yuh
They said Revy where yo head go?
Lock down fuck a .44)

I get bags when I go outside Bitch
Imma shoot dope like it's Columbine Bitch (grrraa!)
Yeah you heard what I said, get bread then I dip
Really smoked out smoked out shawty want a hit uh x2

Damn ayo Rev you a psycho 
crawling on the floor yelling where the fuck the pipe go
I might go, off the fuckin edge when I bang on a zip
pussy boi red dot you could never hit
I'm on that other shit, you could never fuck with it 
Zeta coppin 28 I told him not to fuck with it
Wap drop headshot caught up on a run
took 3-4 shots to wake a mothafucka up
Can-Can hit em with the Can-Can
Bitch I can't lie, can't die fuck a type beat
I don't give a fuck if anybody ever like me
Get it understood don't no pussy ever bite me I might be UGH
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh

BLOOD MONEY(PROD. UNREMORSE)

SENTIMENTAL
produced by trulife
written by SHXLO
vocals by SHXLO
mixed + mastered by SHXLO

lyrics:

you said do you love me? take another fucking step into the cold
im free from loathing, ducking under minerals
im stepping into light from mountaintops while dragging existential weight
they speaking on my name but dont know i have been insane, bloodbathe
i walk with wakasashi’s, roll an eighth and then i take a hit
sentimental bitches want to use and end up suffering
lying broads up in my pants while i be spitting making hits
broken stupid bitch want dick but dont know i am sick of it

(SHXLO comin straight from the underworld
underground kings
thats who we are
you dont know the kind of shit we be flexing
come closer
lets find out)

and i’m coming back
got these fuckers running up i know they want me on their track
i got a thousand reasons you should go and meet me in the back
i got the blades up on your legs
and when i bite them you gon’ say
SHXLO oh good god i wish you’d come and put me in my place
imma go insane 
bite that pussy got her scream in pain
love the way she sang, feeling like she safe
oh lord i took a bullet for heroics
feeling like i am a poet
write turned flowing
when i come these bitches dripping like an ocean

SENTIMENTAL (prod. trulife)

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Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple

Cripple (Feat. Blckbrd)

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

JMattson X MVKO X Sadzilla - GONNA COST YA [Prod. Krona]

written / performed by @blckbrds @salivagrey
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @lilsherm187, @tumaggz, Saliva Grey

MONOCHROME (w/ Saliva Grey)

{DJS0NICC} MR HOUSE W GOOIERTOMATO S4CKBOY VAMPCAD N S0NICC

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MK

with love, SHXLO

SENTIMENTAL (prod. trulife)

SHXLO

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