Name: WANDERERS ft. SKORN by Sixthells in The Upload
Duration: 2 min 12 s
Description: Prod. Sixthells

I see skorn coming up and I couldn't love it more. this is a fantastic collab

The Upload

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Back and forth you play the board
The score its yours
Suffer from the swelling
Chances are I'm dwelling on the past
Save the last dance
Never romance
No the buzz it won't last
Save the headache for the morning
What are you wanting from me
Calling me
Liquor's your problem I see
Wouldn't be sayin those 3
Under the influence
Back on your knees
All I'm tryna say is damn
You make it hard for me
Weaker than I'll ever be
A succubus suckin' out my soul its bliss

At first I was seeing potential
Now I'm regretting the day that I met you
Sippin' the bottle to try and forget you
Convinced in my mind that the devil he sent you
Caving in I call your phone and I hope that you're Pickin' up
Hate the fact you only wanna talk to me when you get drunk
Why do I like the abuse
Chemically physically mentally too
You strangled my heart inside of a noose
Yeah the liquor is not an excuse
It's three am and you're all alone
Had to much Tanqueray
Pickin' up your phone you see my name
I'm only one call away

A pretty lush
Pretty much
One more shot before we touch
Is that enough?
Enough's enough
If it's not lust
Then call my bluff
There's tension
Not to mention
I fucked up
But learned my lesson
Let it go
I'll count my blessings
Or rest In peace
With no possessions
Im weakened thinking
What's the meaning
In this game
I'm lost completely
Hot and cold
This empty feeling
If it's the end
Then kiss me sweetie

Just fade like the plague
Ima go missing
Don't worry
Your pestilence kill me
I'm drunk on it
You want me
You need me
You promised it
Calling me up at the height of the moon
Keep barking you a fool
A second more of my time
And I swear that I'll ghost
Who am I playing
I sweat when I see you approach
Not to mention I'm a head case
Just a little front to hide it on my best days
Now I'll never never know
What really was the best case scenario
You got my head fucked
Spiraled down into a black hole

Pretty Lush Feat. MVKO

Lyrics:

Catch me riding in that nine eleven
I shift to sixth and tear the road up in the dust I left him
Bitches on the block still talkin' I'm they new obsession
Trust in god but my best friend you know is Smith and Wesson

I shoot in all directions mothafucka

I hit my Masvidal and hit him with that flying knee
I'm the type to move in silence bitch I never speak
If that's yo bitch then why the fuck I got her on her knees
Thought you knew these hoes ain't loyal she just for the streets

Bitch I been here for a minute now I'm steady rising
Wanna tell me that you got my back, I know you lying
And I ain't bowing to no man no bitch I stay defiant
Lost my mind inside the war and I'm still tryna find it

They going to have to kill me if they wanna stop it
Hate my grind and hate my hustle, always quick to knock it
I'm goin' straight up to the top so just sit back and watch it
You just complain 'bout staying stagnant cause yo shit does not hit

You could hate me all you want but yo bitch feelin' me
I don't listen to no man with less success than me
And if I catch him moving funny that bitch dead to me
I turn a rapper to a ghost if he want smoke with me

So why the fuck you talkin'
I hear da money calling
Hunnid K withdraw it
That Gucci drip I walk in

So why the fuck you talkin'
I hear that money calling
Hunnid K withdraw it
That Gucci drip I walk in

Catch me riding in that nine eleven
I shift to sixth and tear the road up in the dust I left him
Bitches on the block still talkin' I'm they new obsession
Trust in god but my best friend you know is Smith and Wesson

I shoot in all directions mothafucka

I hit my Masvidal and hit him with that flying knee
I'm the type to move in silence bitch I never speak
If that's yo bitch then why the fuck I got her on her knees
Thought you knew these hoes ain't loyal she just for the streets

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BAD GUY / THE WHOLE INSIDE

Touch. Grace.

fuckin touch grace mane
pack it up and let it go
it be gettin old
watching these bustas
flexin tryna show
acting like they mean something 
boy you fuckin missed that window
jumping for nothing you get the least
while reachin for the most

step to the rhythm
keep it movin
know the game like algorithm
keeping it low
and keep it dirty
tundra lurkin in the murky waters
ten toes down and never lackin
with that common sense
boy you must be fuckin dense
to come and test so re assess
everybody want their turn
to play with the fire
burn yourself on the wire
time is tight
with the fight
for the spotlight
bodies stackin on the pyre
catch me vibin in the glow
of the indigo
on the low low
Ima blow on my own time solo
hit a mothafucka with the
thump thump thump
and the back of the trunk is bussin
never to be trustin
lack of hustle
flex that muscle
takin off the muzzle
I be watchin like its 1984
bustas closin shop
when tempature droppin
with the colder flow
all for show

touch grace mane

TOUCH GRACE

march 31

I saw his body moving at a microscopic level
He tried to play dead that’s what I said 
so I had to get the shovel 
Hit him over the head 
you niggas looking scared 
you ain’t on my level
I know it ain’t fair 
But I could never share 
You’ll be mine forever 
See I came back for one reason 
being
 hoping they weren’t breathing
And please believe me 
I’m fighting demons 
Hoping they won’t see me
And If they see me
I’m fleein,
leaving 
I’ll be back next evening 
And Now I’m teething creeping and reaping
 till the parents stop screaming 
See My fucking life could never be stale 
I keep they blood from under my nails 
The sound of pain gone make you pale
The sound of pain gone make me well
seven sins gonna bring you hell
Niggas try to copy me I can tell 
Fuck with me get bombs in the mail 
Wait what’s your mom doing here 
See I can no longer focus 
Without the bottle being open
And I’m hoping 
That one day I grow up 
and learn to start coping 
But oh Wait oh my 
That was a fucking lie
I Had my fingers tied 
I’ll be there tonight 
Just to cut the lights

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Seven Sins (Prod.LXRD OF SATELLITE CITY & DJ HOSTILITY)

PRODUCED BY @cyberdripz

CYBERDRIP$:
They gone pull up on em 
If they see em creep outside 
I been wit some demons
They got red up On they eyes 
Molly In they body 
Pray to God you come out side 
All you here you is ( gun )
And screeching Pirelli tires 
Came For they neck 
Came through the back 
Race for the cash 
Face gotta mask 
stay in the background 
Knife in my back 
gotta case but I’m Back 
little late for the pat down 
Lil Brody in the background 
cellyphone ringing like a mad house 
I’m the man now 
shoulda been round 
Yea I been down
 droppin pins now 
Ina pent house 
Outa stage gettin ends now 
Smoken dope yea been loud 
Been a minute but I’m in now 
Picked the pin to the safe 
I can admit I can live now 
Gota check gettin paid gettin big now

JMattson:
My misery hates company 
luckily no one fuck wit me 
suddenly you in front of me 
suffering dripping blood
Got a bag it’s doubling tripling 
what the fuck this shit did to me
demons coming to get me 
I never run ayy
Wrist slit blood drip on the carpet 
Misfit blunt rip in the darkness
Get lit one sip imma start shit 
Big stick gunship you a target 
Love you so much but I’m toxic
Cut through bones blood on a cop whip
Trust few no love the opps bitch
Cut loose go buck in the mosh pit oh no
JMattson come for the throat hoe, 
I need my money in boat loads, 
broke into rich like I don’t give a shit 
I get throat from my bitch on the go pro, 
holdin my dick when I showboat,
runts in my blunt when I roll dope, 
fuckin em up with the guns in trunk 
and I’m comin for blood and some mo dope 
broke bones no hope, bitch

CYBERDRIP$ X JMattson - DEMONIZED

WANDERERS ft. SKORN

45’SHOTS W/FXCKJAMiE - PROD - HEKS

TWENTYTHREE - WRAITH (prod. @istasha)

OFFICIAL VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amaC0tyNATI

LYRICS:

Lyrics:
Left in the earth, hit for the hearse, follow the holes in the shirt 
Sever the search, all I deserve, cutting away from the dirt 
Never reverse, hollow the body alone and I’m leaving the curse
Falling away for the better or worse, ever malevolent, making it hurt

Heaven sent and falling from the hands
Seven shots and leave them for the land
Tether, breathing from a body bag
Weather never waiting for a mask
Break away with no stands
Same old blade and swing with no lag
Leave this skin and take what I can 
No name no need for any old plans

Follow the wraith, aim with a blade, up and away
falling for days, hollow the face, still I save
Hole in the back of the brain 
Never decay, same old ways, falling for none, stay for the pain 
Dead in the rain, nothing to say
Leaving the rest of the frame 
Follow the wraith, aim with a blade, up and away
falling for days, hollow the face, still I save
Hole in the back of the brain 
Never decay, same old ways, falling for none, stay for the pain 

No remains, suffocate, blade on me I’ve been a wraith 
Never safe, fuck a name, falling for it, no escape
No remains, suffocate, blade on me I’ve been a wraith 
Never safe, fuck a name, falling for it, no escape

Follow the wraith, aim with a blade, up and away
falling for days, hollow the face, still I save
Hole in the back of the brain 
Never decay, same old ways, falling for none, stay for the pain 
Dead in the rain, nothing to say
Leaving the rest of the frame

WRAITH (PROD. ISTASHA) VIDEO LINK IN DESC.

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by fxckjamie
cover art by gashum

PARASITE [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

[Music Video]

Sin City

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

PROPHET X MILITXNT - 30 ROUND'S

.                   INTL. TYRANT SECT MEMBERS
.                      DVRKSIDE & ILLUSION LUNA
.                            “Recipe for Murder:”
.                                 Prod. CURTES


Verse 1 : DVRKSIDE 


I beg thee 
Test me 
Bitch I got the recipe 
For murder 
make em rest in peace 
The devil got a hex on me 

I stand and deliver 
Momma raised a killer 
So if you try and press me ima snatch yo fuckin liver 

Bitch I’m cut throat 
Heads roll 
Anytime I let go 
Squeeze inhale the gun smoke 
Weed for sale and much moe 

You fuckin with the sect 
So you better show respect 
If you talk up out yo neck 
Then you just breathed in yo last breath 

I don’t play nice 
I’ll take yo life and won’t think twice 
So roll the dice 
But you’ll get sliced and put on ice 

Cause I can’t leave a body warm 
So I don’t 
That shotty leave you body torn 
Lil boy you choked 
—————————————————————————
Verse 2 : ILLUSION LUNA


momma raised a killa 

twist the blade up in yo liver 

bitch my backwood taste vanilla 

tyrant sect we a militia  

no michael jackson this a thriller 

pray to god but i’m a sinner 

yeah it’s cold but i don’t shiver 

run up em make em quiver 

bitch i’m out for blood till there’s nothing that remains 

pussy boy you up next to meet my fucking blade

time to meet yo fucking maker run and hide but you ain’t safe 

mothafucking tyrant sect bitch you betta know tha name 
—————————————————————————

Verse 3 : DVRKSIDE

Boy yo ass so fake you ain’t no G outside that booth 
If you ain’t gang then you can’t hang unless it’s dangled from my noose 
Tyrant sect out on the loose 
So you best watch how you move 
Leave nothing left but thoughts of you and scattered ashes on my boots 

Ima sex addict bitch I put the D in depression 
I been dead pussy don’t you step to this revenant 
Snatch out yo soul send yo bitch ass to Heaven 
Murder my art form bitch pain just a lesson

RECIPE FOR MURDER - DVRKSIDE X ILLUSIONLUNA - (Prod. CURTES)

PROD. SIXTHELLS

FEEL IT EVERYDAY
FEEL THE MOLD REACH MY SOUL
ROTTEN FROM THE GUTS OUT TO THE BRAIN
IM IN THE COLD
I BEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES
FIGHTING DEMONS ON MY OWN
ALL THESE BITCHES LAZY
NEVER WANNA DO THE MOST

STEADY GETTING PAID
DIG YOUR GRAVE WITH A SPADE
CHROME BE MY KNIFE
MAKE 'EM RUN INTO MY BLADE
BLEEDING OUT ON THE PAVEMENT
NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU
NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU
NOT GOD AND OR SATAN

LURKING ON THE LOW
PUT HIS BODY IN A DITCH
MONEY ALL I KNOW
GIVE IT TIME ILL GET RICH
EVERY TIME I GET GOOD
FEEL LIKE SOMETHING I WILL MISS
GO GO BACK IN THE TRENCHES WITH SOME DIAMONDS ON MY WRIST
PUT SOME DIAMONDS ON MY BITCH

GET SOME BLOOD UP ON MY KICKS
I BEEN STACKING AL MY SINS
INSIDE MY HEAD IM FEELING SICK
LIKE A GHOST IN THE NIGHT
I BEEN DYING HOW I LIVE
I COULD GO ANYTIME
ALL THESE BURDEN I CAN'T LIFT

FEEL IT EVERYDAY
FEEL THE MOLD REACH MY SOUL
ROTTEN FROM THE GUTS OUT TO THE BRAIN
IM IN THE COLD
I BEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES
FIGHTING DEMONS ON MY OWN
ALL THESE BITCHES LAZY
NEVER WANNA DO THE MOST

WANDERERS ft. SKORN

Sixthells

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