Aye!
comin’ out the god damn grave 

Wipe all the dirt from my face 

All of this blood I can taste 

Hoo 

Demons they schemin they screamin my name 

Meeting my maker I came with the blade 

Creatin the fate 

Ahhh
Bitch 
You cannot fathom the pain 

Underground warrior takin the reigns on the game and you better remember the name 

I am the 
Kid in the black cap 
Never gave a fuck about the numbers mothafuckas wanna have that 

Takin a back pack
In to the abyss I’m thinkin of every time a brother had a way to get his life back 

Train tracks 
That be stretching to the darkness on the edges be the carcass of my own damn body 

With a shotty and a burnt out candle that lit up the shaft that I travel and can’t seem to bypass 

Bitch I bite back 
Bitch I bite back 
Bitch I bite back
Bitch I bite back 

Curse 
On my soul 
Kills me slow 
Watch as I creep on the low 
I am the evil that lurks under surface the darkness they fear and I’m ready to blow 
I am the emperor 
Sxmpra the sentencer
Conjure something sinister 
Poltergeist taking the light from the back of your eyes 
Lose all control of the mind 
Hoo 
Aye 

Sever seven tendons when I said it’s never endin bitch I meant better dead I guess 
Hoo
Aye 

Never feelin better bitch i get up and I get it I don’t ever wanna let em win 

Hoo 
Aye 

Skin a mothafucka and I wear that boy 
Like a mothafuckin letterman 

Hoo aye 
Givin a bit of a tip to the devil when a kid wanna talk then I send him in

BEYOND THE GRAVE (Prod. SXMPRA)

prod. https://soundcloud.com/home_less & @killvermin

lyrics;

I BEEN WAITING FOR A BETTER DAY
WAKING UP INTO THE FLAMES
ITS ALL THE SAME
FEELING LIKE THERES SOMEONE IN MY BRAIN
I BRING THE PAIN
HOW CAN I CONTINUE IN THE RAIN
IF IM ASHAMED
AND EVERYTHING I DO IS FOR A REASON
AND I CHANGE

MAKE ME OR BREAK ME 
ITS YOUR CHOICE IF YA HATE ME
I CANT KEEP ENTERTAINING
COWARDS IF U NEVER LET ME FINISH I'LL BE FAILING

RUN IT TO THE GROUND
I HEARD THE WALLS THEY MADE A SOUND
EVERYBODY LOSING WHEN THE FIGHT IS POUND FOR POUND
IM WITH THE HOUNDS
STRUGGLING TO GET A FUCKING GRIP I WANT IT QUICK 
I BEEN JUMPING HURDLES U BEEN IN A DITCH
MUPPY LOVES A CHALLENGE AND I REALLY NEED A FIX
DO THE DAMAGE AND I MANAGE I DONT FUCK WITH POLITICS
LUCKY WITH MY TALENT AND IM BALANCING MY SHIP
YOU GOT SHOT THE FUCK DOWN I DONT CARE ABOUT YA CLIQUE

BLOOD SWEAT TEARS I BEEN DANCING IN THE DARK
AND YOU BEEN RUNNING FROM YA FEARS LIKE U NEVER SEEN A SPARK
SUNSET CLEARS AND I TELL EM WHAT I WANT
IN DENIAL WHEN APPROACHED BEHIND A KEYBOARD ACTING HARD


TIME AFTER TIME I TOOK THE SWORD OUT THE SHEATH
SEE U MISSING AMBITION IM FUCKING TIRED OF GETTING DEEP
WHEN I CUT IT I COOK IT AND I GET READY FOR MY FEAST
ALL THESE PUSSYS COULD NEVER ENTER THE HEAVENS LIKE ME

I TRANSCEND
SIGHT SEEING VISIONS THAT WOULD LEAD ME TO THE END
FAR FROM THE PROPHET TELLING ME TO TRY AGAIN
BUT I BEEN COMING BACK AROUND AND I'LL BE READY TO DEFEND

IM PREPARED
BITING MY TEETH INTO SOMETHING I FOUND DEAD
I CANNOT TURN ON MY BACK IM NOT SCARED
SOMETHING LURKING IN THE WATER I WARNED YOU MY FRIEND

FOR NOTHING [ prod. homeless & vermin ]

Lyrics:

Hook:
I seen him go from bro to bitch I know he switchin’ up
I go from nice guy to the Devil had to switch it up
Grip up on the waste lil bitch I’m always fired up
Fully automatic flow I always light ‘em up

Ain’t no stoppin’ need a M, I’m tryna touch a mill
You want that smoke I keep it blunt don’t care how ‘bout you feel
I air him out and leave him cold lil bitch I got no chill
Smoke and mirrors I know you fakin’ do this shit for thrills

Verse:
I play with fire when I’m cookin’, this is Hell’s Kitchen
This scene is full of fuckin’ shit, they need a dietician
Trust my gut, I’m dodgin’ clowns, I use my intuition
Ain’t no friends, too much division so I don’t do additions

I got RIP rounds in my XD ain’t no fuckin’ laughin’
The way that shawty throw it back she got that booty clappin’
I got my drip straight out the mud lil bish I’m always splashin’
Hustle hard to get my money that’s why I’m always stackin’ 

So get the fuck up off my dick before I make a mess
Got them NATO 5.56’s goin’ through his chest
I’m always gettin’ what I want to usin’ straight finesse
And I don’t look to no one else when I need success

Hook:
I seen him go from bro to bitch I know he switchin’ up
I go from nice guy to the Devil had to switch it up
Grip up on the waste lil bitch I’m always fired up
Fully automatic flow I always light ‘em up

Ain’t no stoppin’ need a M, I’m tryna touch a mill
You want that smoke I keep it blunt don’t care how ‘bout you feel
I air him out and leave him cold lil bitch I got no chill
Smoke and mirrors I know you fakin’ do this shit for thrills

DEATHMATCH 2

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SWITCH UP! (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Snowing Money (Chopped & Screwed)

We Back

ALL I KNOW

Prod. @rottt10 and @yunglxrd


fuck with the syllables follow my lips
run on your principles call you a bitch
I am the pinnacle you are the niche
your shit is fictional mine is legit
shalowgrave shit to my bottomless pit
there is no cut when I've finnished my bit
I just keep rolling while you wanna quit
just like a amateur suck and you spit
fire and brimstonee it's ending with ash
cinder and coal will be all that is left
I have no soul tear my heart out my chest
devil can't buy what is ice with no flesh
every dimension I'm in full of stress
demented and mental my motives possessed
obsessed with the substances forced down my neck
mind left to die so my body can rest

kill what I fuck
and I fuck what I kill

there is no reason for questioning
silence is deafening
death feels me beckoning
nothing is threatening
nothing worth mentioning
psycho developing
empathy lessening
I am released
mind off the leash
all of my angels and demons deceased
sheeh sheeh
holing my peace 
finding release
these is no censorship left when I speak 

kill what I fuck and I fuck what I kill 
I'm a cannibal baby an animal
mabye some sort of irational radical terrorist burning the world with my grammar
I've had it i'm in 
fuck it I'm out
fuck with the meanings take off with the clout
fuck your religion I fill you with doubt 
words out my mouth kick your morals about


fuck what you stand for
fuck are you living your life for
fuck you need all of your bread for
fuck do you fuck with your head for
fuck are you fighting your wars for
fuck are you willing to die for
fuck are you fucking with me for
fuck do you think  this will be for

I'm indescribably fucking mechanically fucking manically tearing you up
fuck your depression and fuck your anxiety fuck every reason you suck

I'm in your room I'm in your art
I'm in your tunes I'm in your heart
I am the reason you live and the reason you die I'm the reason your stop and you start

one for the road one for cold
one for the story that never gets told
one for the lies that you've always been told
one for the demons that live in your soul

I am above I am beyond
I am contained in feelings long gone
I am forced to be reckoned with smith with no weaponry dropping your jaw and I'm gone

No Control (prod. ROT10 x Muneylxrd)

Featuring and co produced with @istasha

go listen to all his music or ur lame

Lyrics:

bridge: Na$tii
came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked 
you don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck
40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping
come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust 
x2
verse 1: Na$tii
young dirty cutter 
yeah my skin look like a battleground 
staring at the lock, pick a time 
to come up in the house
shawty wanna fuck but affection
put you in the ground 
couple plastics bags and a tank
I won’t make a sound 

I won’t say a fucking word
u ain’t listen anyway 
put you in the dirt
or jus leave you in the alleyway
bro he mixing chemicals 
now they going in my veins 
bitch I’m a guerrilla 
bloc black I’m renegade 

chorus: Na$tii
killer got a gun
killer got a god complex 
x4

bridge repeats: Na$tii

Verse 2: @istasha
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

Drain 
When your left up 
Uh 
Running it back on medicine 
Never set up 

One with no face 
But his chest up 
bout to see you wreck it like 
Honestly not a bother in novelty 
Uh

Shooting it over off like a javelin 
Split open wigs like a pair of pins 
Inattention 

Knock on the frame and the seams degraded
Facing the cages your locked and faded

Fucking with no false light 
the stasis 
Break open crack out the places
Sought it into pathos and lost in oasis
Turning over
Bitch and then you're back into your basics 

chorus: @istasha 
Killer got a gun 
Killer got a god complex
x8

outdo: @istasha 
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

God Complex Ft. Istasha The Scrub

Co-produced by lava.christian

Lyrics:

Intro:
Hellfire rain down like it’s Armageddon/
Worldwide catastrophe, day of retribution/
Fate sealed, death march to the execution/
Set fire to this place this the revolution/

Hook:
War torn streets, here lies no peace/
Justify injustice rip the horns off of the beast/
Choppa loaded, eat yo body like a zombie/
Fully loaded, shoot him up like a Nazi/
War torn streets, here lies no peace/
Justify injustice rip the horns off of the beast/
Choppa loaded, eat yo body like a zombie/
Fully loaded, shoot him up like a Nazi/

Verse:
Gun up in yo mouth I tell that lil bitch to suck it/
Won’t hesitate to shoot you in the face you kick the bucket/
Cause when we run up in yo spot you betta think of somethin’/
All you ‘bout see is red beams and then you runnin’/

So many bullets comin’ atchu you gon’ get to duckin’/
Draco on my hip, and you bitch is Russian/
Even in the parking lot at Walmart get to bussin’/
Devil want my soul but he won’t get a chance to touch it/

Cutthroat, like a trumpet let that gun blow/
Gun show, shoot ‘em up just for fun bro/
Want smoke, bitch you know I’m not the one bro/
Hate me, but I don’t give a fuck though/

Hook:
War torn streets, here lies no peace/
Justify injustice rip the horns off of the beast/
Choppa loaded, eat yo body like a zombie/
Fully loaded, shoot him up like a Nazi/
War torn streets, here lies no peace/
Justify injustice rip the horns off of the beast/
Choppa loaded, eat yo body like a zombie/
Fully loaded, shoot him up like a Nazi/

HELLFIRE

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

HELLFIRE (prod. FLEXATELLI)

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The Function (prod. Auxxk)

Written by Grim Salvo x 99zed @lilsherm187 x Saliva Grey @salivagrey
PROD. HELLMEBABY @hellmebaby

- L Y R I C S +

SLEUTH

Think I don’t give just enough of a fuck
Glow like I’m frozen
My dosage corrupt
Flow like a chosen until I combust into nothing but dust
My son, I don’t think you want to press your luck
They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust 
Old game’s so corrupt
Lotta fans gotta fetish for the blood 
Father figure was a .38 
There goes that son of a gun
Leading them all astray with disgrace for the next fresh dove
Pray for a man who won’t settle 
He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle 
They might pop a little quiet pill up in his dental
They hope you aint got the potential to let go
And assemble your own end goals
So bleed every last drop of the dream
From the throat of some old GOATs 
No antidote for the soul bloat 

MOSSBACK

Bitches try to hold me by the goatee 
On my dome piece
Like they own me, own me
I just feed 'em pepperoni on a hoagie till they foamy 
Back in ’03 I was already OG
2014 showed me
I can only proceed in the lonely, as a trophy
Think you know me?
You a homie?
Get you out my situation with a ceremony 
I give grown men nightmares
Call me alimony 
When you talk all I hear is a dial tone, so phony
Tellin' everyone you eat good but your girl looking bony 
Feed that bitch some macaroni
Or she’ll find me, low key 
Looking for a pokey
Ride me like a Ginuwine Pony
While you getting nosey with your cronies 
When you find out 
I’ll be dead already under 6 feet of concrete

SALIVA GREY

Pull up with the motherfuckin' blade on my conscience
Fuck the meds in my pocket
Imma go off 'em
Motherfuckers ain’t honest
But they really good at shouting
Fuck about the commas?
Why they living so shallow?
Take a look up at the shadow
I...
Woke up today and I ain’t meditate
Now all my demons gon' circle my brain
Now all a sudden I hate life
Fuck up out my damn sight
Hold up for a second 
99, Saliva, Grim are in this bitch you know we coming with that motherfuckin' cemetery flow

99ZED

Smile on my face while I’m grippin' on the hatchet
Pull my hoodie up, like I’m Jason get to slashing
Choppin' up they limbs 
99 is going batshit
East End Butcher finna leave your carcass ravaged
99 keep the fuckin' knife on the nightstand
Ready to take your life in the night like I’m Iceman
Creeping out of sight 
I keep the ratchet in my right hand
Painting the walls red
I am the catalyst of violence

Boysenberry Sepsis

BOYSENBERRY SEPSIS (FEAT. SALIVA GREY & 99ZED) [PROD. HELLMEBABY]

Website:
https://thetruesinizter.com
US/NA Booking: sinizter.mgmt@gmail.com
EU Booking: luc@doomstarbookings.com

SWITCH UP! (prod. FLEXATELLI)

SINIZTER

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