Cigarettes and heat boy

Lyrics:
cigarettes and heat
i got what they need
drop it like it beef
rollin out the quey
turn into to a beast
living through my beats
vilfify my dreams
they can't find a lie to peice
past their shit i see
cola with the ice
bodies left to freeze
roll up lookin nice
poisoned chemically
choice apothecry
nevered wanted light
lines are all i need

mm killa
coming back
i gone make it raw
hunnids stack
mm killa
gone attack
silent in the car
gun it rack

homless left to scrap
for days they never had
doulbe dice
heavy dash
till consious
on the dash

i been
roaming
wanna spazz
two shots into
my past
those rocks
i got attatched
intoxed they talkin bad
yuh

you see me
you see me
i know what the truth is
all you spit is useless

yea you see 
you see me 
how i hold them clueless
biting but they tootheless


i just slide through the wastes that i find
hear it coming like a fire 
ash an ember on my eyes  aye

i just climb through the days so divine
killa feeding on they hide
know my death is they design 

i just slide through the waste that i find
i'll be hunting with the dire
while they enter on a dime aye

i don't mind passing bodies passing time
i'ma devil i'ma die
i'ma fill up on the rise aye

In Shadows We Wait

In Shadows We Wait (prod. Trulife)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sugszeey/
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Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-904345686

Prod: Hoods

PICTURESQUE (Prod. Hoods)

Prod. yxnglyz
Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Coming up quick 
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound 
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas 
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali 
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics 
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dead
If you come incorrect 
I’ll assume you is a fed
Stay the fuck up out my circle square  you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt 
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance 
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous 
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference 
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate 
I’m a hypocrite 
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it 
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases 
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains 
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask 
Big strap hop out kicking door 
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily 
I’m black pigs shoot us happily 
White tee like my Nikes 
With a dime piece
Smoking two 
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti 
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci

Vice

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLOW

Verse I: KILLHOLLOW

Hair down in the Stu bitch
I really feel like Bones
Put a round in that fools lip
And fucking send him home
I’ll be bound in a pool pit
Of flesh and fucking bone
Let me drown in the gruel bitch
I’m leaking from the dome

Heard me creeping from the moans
Switching time up with the tones
Had to write a couple tomes
To get my brains up off the stone
Bitch I’m barely fucking grown
Been through more than all you know
Slipping deeper than before
I’m bouta pop that fucking 4

5 rounds in the clip
Face down in a fifth
Stomp ground in the pit
Wrists bound, leaking slit
Holly loud in the tint
Smoking pounds of a scent
Till I drown in my piss
Rot found, take some pics

I’ll be killing motherfuckers
Till I’m laid inside a casket
I’ll be climbing up your walls
See my spine out, bending backwards
Peel your face off with my claws
Musculatory System fashion
I’ll just dislocate my jaw
Now lift the maw and face the chasm
Motherfucker

Verse II: LORD GASP

One of a kind
Now let me collide
Be one with my animus
My chemical lineage
Holding the mine
The gold of a conoisseur
My ventricle pounding, venomous fluid
There’s something in my brain
Overthinking till i’m ruined
A blessing disguised as a pain

If I get a grammy ima fuck my bitch with the statuette
Why the scene had to turn corn this quick, had to evacuate
by the neck, I hold the leash 
I’m the shepherd 
And I’m the sheep of my own grief
I had to pull till it severs

I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em
I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em

IREALLYFEELLIKEBONES Ft. LORD GASP (Prod. by GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

BODAH REVY - TEN BACK (prod. ArQ)

LYRICS:

Revy,
Stickin it to the man I got that .40 I tuck
Bitch I pull up on your block
They call me Revy, I must
Get the dust, doesn't matter what you call it mane
Push it to the limit hit that fetty boy that choppa mane
Said that he got that wet,
Said that he got that woah
Coming up bitch I'm wet
Coming up on a roll
Centerfold, lookin cold when I hit shit
Hunnit on that sticka mane
I fall out on that hot shit
Cum from the woke shit
Hit I can't stop breathing boy I'm ballin out
Bum biddie bum bum
Fuck your medication now I'm seizing out
Fuck what it look like?
Bitch I can't sign shit you really tweaking now
Revy done messed up, check up
Ready your tech up, press on
Said that he what? Said that he good?
Don't believe that shit you say
Coming up quick, coming up good
Stay the fuck out of my way
They want a track, with the rev
Like you got some shit to say
Left on read, like you should
I don't got no time to play

Woah
Woah, woah
Woah woah, yuh
Revy

Pull the ten back crackin like a tin man
Ten bands, winter weather colder like a ice man
Kick stand posse good, do it like I knew I would
Trappin out the telly, tuck a buck until my pockets good
I keep a razor, she call me bae with the blade
I won't save ya, put a stain on my name
I don't hate ya, but I'll bang on your grave
I'm a stain to the game, fuck it up, wait I'mma take off
Fuck my life I'mma tote my nine got people out to get me now
445 where the po-po ride got dope up on me reach around
Tuck my shit I'mma flick my wrist got Revy on my speakers now
Benny done left the scene, I miss the Renegade I'm freakin out

TEN BACK

TEN BACK (Prod. ArQ)

written / performed by @blckbrds, @tumaggz
prod. @zepelinbeats & @zyllerbeats
engineered by tuMaggz

tuMaggz x Blckbrd - ERROR

PROPHECY (PROD. SAURXN)

I CAN'T GET AWAY (Prod. EYKEY)

SPLIT THEY HEADS LIKE MOSES w/ Reap x Eryxse x Mercy (prod. Requiem Cult)

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)


Lyrics:

DIRTY REGIMEN I'M FUNCTIONING INTOXICATED
I AINT SLEPT IN MONTHS THESE SHADOWS DONE GOT ME IRRITATED
STIMMIN TILL I PEAK THEN I PRESS UP ON THE LIMITS
SON OF ABSOLUTELY NOTHING PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE CREATURES

WASSUP MANE
THIS SHIT AINT A GAME
ZETA KICKIN FLAMES
HOE IM TEN TOES TO THE GRAVE
HOL UP
WICKED WAYS
BOY YOU OUTTA PLACE
DOUBLE S ON MY RANK
GO TELL THAT FUCKBOI KEEP THE SHADE

THEY TALKIN SHIT I REALLY DOUBT THEY EVER SAY IT TO MY FACE
THESE FUCKERS SWEET YOUR VOICE INVALID WE DONT BELIEVE WHAT YOU SAY
YOU STAY INSIDE
PEAKIN THROUGH THE BLINDS
STICK TO THAT NINE TO FIVE
WHATS DEMISE?
THATS YOUR FUCKIN LIFE
BOY YOU SHOULDA DIED

I DONT TAKE PICTURES 
I DONT FUCK WITCHA
STAY THE SAME 
ZETA MANE 
OUT THE FUCKIN RIVER
OPEN UP THE FISSURE
LET THE FLAMES FLICKER
IM BURNIN PAGES
WITH THE WITCHES I DO WHAT I WANNA

I BULLY KIDNEYS TILL THEY SCREAMIN
KEEP MY STEP LIKE BEHEMOTH
ON YOUR NECK I DIG MY HEEL IN
GET YO FLESH SEPARATED
LOOKIN ROUGH
IM EGREGIOUS
FUCKIN MUTT
GOT ME SEETHING
BOY BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEPPIN
YOU BETTER OFF SINGIN BALLADS

PIPE DOWN
YOU AINT RECOGNIZE THE PRESENCE
ION PLAY WITH DRAMA
WHERED YOU CATCH A MISCONCEPTION?
I DONT FUCK WITH ANYBODY
ALL IM WORRIED BOUT IS MONEY
HUNNIT SCARS UP ON MY BODY
WHAT YOU MAD? I AINT SORRY

BITCH MY REIGN CAME FROM THE GUTTER
YALL ADJACENT TO THE COME UP
I WORK HALF AS HARD BUT SHIT I GOT IT
ANCHORED WITH THESE STUTTERS
YALL AINT GET IT IS WHATEVER
I THROW DAYS AWAY WHEN IM FED UP 
PUT THEM STOCKS UP IN MY CATALOG
THIS STAIN SHIT AINT GON LET UP


HERESY

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IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

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