PROD DELIRIUM
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TILL IM DEAD

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Big Sin I been a savage straight up out the womb
.30 cal, I Spitfire and rappers blowin’ fumes
I’m Tutankhamun out the tomb you boutta meet ya doom
Kick in doors, super soldier clearin’ out the room

Self righteous hatred coursin’ through my fuckin’ veins
We can’t collaborate, you trash and I discriminate
I’m Hannibal Lecter, cannibalize, that’s my philosophy
Ain’t takin’ votes, it’s no debate, ain’t no democracy

Been there done that peep the catalog
You do the fact checkin’ ain’t a thing I haven’t done
Your favorite rapper need a verse lil bitch I wrote him one
I’m second to none, bitch I’m the one, ain’t doin’ this shit for fun

Type-A, pure rage, I put that on display
Only way to keep me calm so stay the fuck away
Muthafucka you a busta, fuck you what you portray
12 gauge to ya brain bitch I’m inhumane

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

Verse 2:
Blood on my axe, I’m ready for action makin’ his brain go splat and—
Bitch I’m assassin, slappin’ the mag in, lyrical killin’ with passion
Split him like fraction, watch his reaction, think I might cause a distraction
Sociopathic, type it in captions, bitch I ain’t showin’ compassion

Ten thousand hours, bar for bar I do it in my sleep
Refined technique, I play for keeps I got that shit they need
I’m takin’ risks, what you wager, bitch I make that leap
Throwin’ punches in the air when Sinny on they screen

Your records floppin’, lookin’ sad and bitch I’m kickin’ ass
I pop more Nazi’s than the Russians back in Stalingrad
Weaponize the pen & pad lil bitch I’ll show you passion
Ain’t no actin’, bitch I’m flashin’, diamonds shinin’ past ‘em

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

DOSE OF PARANOIA - bumboi (prod. bumboi)

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by @zyllerbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

GRINDING HERB WITH ALDER'S RAZOR

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i dont need another reason 
i give foes a hunnid beatings 
buss the door, i pop the lock 
i got em running, hunting season 
i unload a hunnid rounds 
and dont you duck thats fuckin treason 
clutchin on my 40 cal 
i got them guns 
they’d love to meet ya

i just hit em w another mag 
jumping off the helipad 
c4 set to detonate 
profit, i need all of that
closet fulla body bags 
bedroom fulla ghosts 
lighter fluid in my coffee 
spreading blood all on my toast

and i get sickness from the lights 
hanging like the bats do 
killing all the mice 
splattered on my tattoos 
reach and i might stab you 
promise im a psycho 
dont even need a mask to
i do it w my eyes closed 

im a long haired nigga that aint never going broke, huh
all hail rezzy, im prophetic w the pole, huh 
dawg, get ready, put ya head inside this rope
i leave em all red, bloody
get him separate from his soul

suspicious trenchcoat

INDICTED FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. SAURXN)

LYRICS:
Throw shade but the bitch smoke butta
Stickin' up on my body like baby I know you wanna get down
With the same thing big shot stunna
Rope tied baby Imma hang til the game cut down
Pussy muthafucka can't hold me
I'mma get high til the day I fuckin OD
Please stop talking bout a needle like a trophy
Ain't nobody better than Revy you can't hold me
Bitch I'mma, low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down
Low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down

I'mma hit em with the whole thing baby I'mma
Get paid when I get paid, run up on a
Big name with the chump change give it to em
I ain't with the yap, they pussy now give it back like
Hit em with the crack they cough up another K
Pull the blade up out the bag and they got nothing to say
I tell em you don't know the half get the fuck out the way
I cut the dope with the razor, flick it I'mma take off

You gettin mad cuz I passed ya, lookin like a bastard
Trappin out the telly I got money in my mattress
Thirty five tip a bitch I tell her I'm her master
Five one six in your wrist get blasted
It's fuckin too late my bitch take
Ana when I make her say
Revy do it better better watch the way I'm throwin shade
I'm fuckin so high my wrist liable get cut
Talkin out your capillary fetty make a pussy duck
Gra-ta-ta-ta go the sound when I drop
You a cap mothafucka stay the fuck out my spot
You try to hop on my scene they don't like what you got
I'm a god and a fiend, you just mad cuz you not
You can throw shade but it won't take to a damn lie
Stick it up on my body as if it would be the last time
Riggity boi the tech, wicked the blade I take a death
I'mma get paid the same I came to say that I'mma take the rest like
I told em watch out here I come
My vein got ripped out still gon duck
I feel like Zeta, now I'm numb
With the blade can't hang my rope tied up
I told em step back hold my dick
Who the fuck want war, who the fuck want this
I'mma drop that raw when I flick my wrist
Lil bitch throw shade I still won't miss
Gotta pay to play you can't take this
Hit em witta K I bang and get anxious
I'mma be great, I hate I must say this
Nothing but a fake, I state you can't hang with

STILL WON'T MISS

STILL WON'T MISS (prod. NiceMeme$ound)

LAS VEGAS FT. FUKKIT (PROD. SAURXN)

more music soon... yeah scwipz!
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They call me scriptz but im waiting on this shit

dreams are bending in the light, shadows lurking like a gift

picking up on these daphodils, im  petal rippin bitch

metal cocked back for the fuckboy creepin on my hymnss

Yeah Im him, godly body with the sawed off shotty got the red dotty land this fuckin hotty, im like kami cept now im above this, Im in the writing

Im the language on the wall, im the terminal im the fall - culduhsaq is where I land  and then I lunge out, never starts

I cant see this and im seething, married death but I need a prenup   - lose my breath I wanted evil, got a quest and now Im heaving 

its too much and im uneven, losing balance from this dreamin - going far but I cant see it - vision dying cuz im leaking...............

--blood is on the ground - laking round

knights around the table red surrounded what I founded

started a grass-roots movement got some students

wasn't much but my depth is proven

flows for days and my wisdom ruthless

art of war this planet suits it....

MOTHER TONGUE (PROD. NEKK)

Im just having some fun

I GOT KARAOKE ON THE DANCE FLOOR
BLOOD ON MY TIMBS AND MY NECK AINT AT the slit HOME 
GOLD under chin and its under holy ice cold 
and my dome on that win - game im playin it aint done 
VAMPIRE TEETH WITHIN LIPS that GIVE YOU HICKY MARKs
GOT EM CROWNIN ME UP LIKE A DJINN FROM THE INNyDARK
CLEAR THE ROOM before my MADNESS TAKES THis BLICKYY OUT
WAIT BLYAT BOOM, im mowin down a sickly crowd 

CLIPS, MAGAZINE
YOU DONT NEED ME TO BE SEEN
BUT I WANT TO MAKE A SCENE
GRASSROOTS MOVEMENT WITH THE TRICHIES GOT THE PRIM-O
IM LIKE NEMO- CANt catch me between all these sweet flows
Im a demon, spit inferno evil 
and im evolved
from another plane for these emos, black diamonds not reflectin sheen off


Sheen, sheen
I got double katana on my hip with the bling
Chain hanging low on my waistside, make these girls way side, VVSES DOUBLE PLUSES clean
click back, replay that itty mac, MICRO mg withe double kepler piercing tings in a shitty shack
I make these diamonds clink, I make these shells sink to the floor on a rink, yeah I bring my fuckin city back
Its like im ice skating but im kite playing, lossin the boss around this ring snag his bitches need those kitty naps 
I make him sing, glock to fuckin his bock with the red dot on hisbrain im on the fuckin mini map
you can see me comin but theres 50 pings, which one's miii - before you knowit got a blade right knifed through your silly back 
there's a little snag, pullin up in a hooptie, 5 years it'll be urus not a motherfuckin mini van

might update mix


LINE of SIGHT (PROD. K1K0)

Ego doesn’t die quietly — it crashes.

"Crash the Circuit" is a ritual of digital ego death: the process of debugging your identity, line by line, until nothing false remains.  
This track merges glitchcore tension with Solfeggio-based trap, layering distortion, breath loops, and spoken sermons into a sonic collapse.  
You don't find your true self in stillness.  
You find it in the noise that remains when the mask breaks.  

No gods.  
No kings.  
Just the last file before the system reboots.

🎙️ Silk & Circuitry // Ghost OS Division

Crash the Circuit

Website:
https://thetruesinizter.com
Booking Inquiries: sinizter.mgmt@gmail.com

IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

SINIZTER