THE TOWER

47°21'09.0"N 8°33'07.5"E

BETRVYED ft. LAVA

Visuals: https://youtu.be/XMhetYpYfLY
Lyrics:
Hook:
How you gonna run your mouth,
Like you know me bitch,
Shut your muthafuckin mouth,
I don't owe you shit,
I let it out,
Then I blow this bitch,
So keep my name out of your mouth
Cause You don't know me,
(How you gonna run your mouth,)
X2
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First Verse:
You feel the coldness,
I can see it taking over,
Everywhere I walk,
I got a fuckin chip on top my shoulder,
I don't ever listen,
Cause all this bullshit getting older,
I don't wanna hear the rumors,
What you say,
And then who told you,
Leave by myself,
Cause muthafuckas make me mad,
I got no patience,
If I snap,
I might just steal off on your ass,
Razor blades around my neck,
I stack my checks,
So I don't feel no pain,
Approach me on some bullshit,
I might blow your muthafuckin brains,
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Long range,
I got the scope,
I hit that bitch from far,
I pulling up swanging,
Through the fuckin streets,
Like I can't drive car,
And I ain't never pulling over,
Grip the damn controller,
Never wanna be the muthafucka,
That said,
That I told you,

LIKE YOU KNOW ME (Prod. HXLLSHADE X MOONRXCK)

Scylla

prod. sixthells

Sixthells
You don't want my life
You don't want my life

We gotta move on anyway
See the dead, they keep on growing everyday
We ain't got love is what I'm saying
Feel the hate when they talk into my face

If you hate me stop the bullshit
Stop pretending you're offended
What I do it ain't for bitches I'm a product of my madness
Just by living on this planet everybody turn insane
Half the population want a buckshot to their brain
Another day up in the cold weather
Freezing til my soul shiver
I can't feel the bass, I need more just to feel better
Terror in the streets, more and more deceased
Everybody down, now we're turning into freaks

We gotta move on anyway
See the dead, they keep on growing everyday
We ain't got love is what I'm saying
Feel the hate when they talk into my face

departed

prod. sixthells

You won't get away, man you can try
Keep running, running, running till you die
You'll Never kill the presence in your mind
King of the hill, yeah I see you now

She might choke from the demons in her throat
I need you in my highs, I need you in my lows
Counting all the deaths , I keep losing all my hope
Going through some bullshit, satan tell me how to cope

Just kill everybody in my way, phony out my face
Clapping all these rappers that be looking like a shame
I got pain, anger, hammer to your brain
Remain in the flames, keep it steady when I aim

Know you're not my equal but the pain is the same
Say that you're a player but this life ain't a game
Thought you could do it like me
Man down what a shame
I said watch for the rain
Bitch remember the name

Sitting on the throne
Going heavy reaping bones
The philosopher's stone is mine
Before I'm gone
I was born from the depths unknown of ancient rome
Now my name will be etched in chrome upon the tome

Ay, ay
I've had it with your face
Finna solve your case
The blade on my waist
Will never leave a trace
Snakes getting wasted
Blood is on the pavement
Your bitch so complaisant
Her guts are rearranging

high & low

high & low (w/ $KORPION)

Prod pxlsdead
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover: Zack Dunn

(LYRICS)

PROPHET:
Extended clips
on some movie shit 
Red beam to his head 
now he shivering 
Imma eat his raw organs 
like the liver king 
Imma stomp a bitch out 
In my timberlines 
Get too much pussy 
I could never simp 
Certified pimp 
walk with a limp 
Got so much money
that I swim in it 
Smoking like I have no 
Fucking limit bitch 

roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs 

(roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs)

MILITXNT:
Run it hit it spit it with the motherfucking blade up in my pocket u ain’t living 
fighting with the devil he keep hissing got the bullet right beside me I ain’t missing 
I got blood up in my throat I keep on spitting 
I’m gonna run it up 
im gonna fuck it up
taking your life better give it up 
so many bullets I spread it up
blood in my throat gonna cough it up 
feeling like shit
talking to demons it’s making me sick 
coming for you I don’t pick 
light up and smoke him then flick 
I got my blick dance on your grave take a piss 
Glock 19 wit a beam ready scheme 
gang right bedside me we making a scene 
sipping the blood im a feen 
knife to his head imma cut it off clean


roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs 


roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib

PROPHET X MILITXNT - ISOLATE

A decaying, nihilistic trap track. Distorted beats, eerie synths, and vulgar, aggressive vocals immerse listeners in mental rot, corruption, and unstoppable decay.

BLIGHT

SCHIZOPHRENIA (Ft. ONI INC x LEFTHANDLUCK) [Prod. TrainWreck]

Prod: https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida2
Cover: https://soundcloud.com/lenfantlondon