JASXN - 
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1M9OB1MLo6Z3Y1PmO8LyIy
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6voCtXl4HUWvNcoXqiWLVQ
https://www.instagram.com/jahsxn/

SH4RD - 
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1P1VNjf2kHACpXjGjXZH0D?si=FwuOIZHMTIujjZy5fX77eg
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfJK4e9EDJtnPdYKhsD6DLw?view_as=subscriber
https://www.instagram.com/sh4rdmusic/



[VERSE 1: JASXN]

See me crawling out the tomb with a bladed crescent
Scimitar leave incisions, let it teach a lesson 
I people willing to slip me some a-depressants
Foggy water, I see the bottom with luminescence  

Stuck in adolescence, my habits make me a martyr
Who's to say that killing people gets me farther?
I could poach a couple bitches, help the people that are smaller
'Till they roll up to my house with a draco and a sawed-off

And blow bitch

Got a crater in my ribs, thinkin twice about my choices
Never trust a bitch
Never really on my friend shit, you can suck a dick
Never play with my emotions, I'mma hit a lick on you

Why you thinkin' like a So-Flo? I don't get it
You can't claim a scene that you merely are a guest in
I unload a smith n wesson, where I'm aiming bitch I'm guessin'
Guess the miss will teach a lesson, get a fist full of aggression

Bitch I'm restless

[BRIDGE: JASXN]

When you see me, know I'm restless
When I roll up to your crib, I be restless
When I roll you in a ditch, I be restless
Motherfuckers they be knowin' I be restless

When you see me, know I'm restless
When I roll up to your crib, I be restless
When I roll you in a ditch, I be restless
Motherfuckers they be knowin' I be restless

[HOOK: JASXN]

MISSING BODIES IN THE COBBLESTONE
I DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW YOU, WHY YOU ON MY PHONE?
ASK FOR MONEY IN MY MENTIONS LIKE YOU NEED A LOAN
THEN YOU FUCKING WONDER WHY YOU FUCKING ALL ALONE

I'VE GOT NO FRIENDS
All those people you see with me are my family
YOU'VE GOT FAKE BANDS
Then you wonder why you livin' in a fantasy

[VERSE 2: SH4RD] 

Fuck off, just like everybody ever do
Fuck off, just like everbody ever wanted to

You had a headstart, heart stop
Never really cared none
Had nuff, off ya fuckin lies i getcha playin smart.
Weird stuff, that u prio fore yo fuckin boys love
Had enough of pussies talkin n treatin me like no one.

Never give a fuck about it? Never trusting anybody.
Now that everybody always fucked.

My wesson bleed em
Jasxn sees them
better start to run
My mask stays on
Now that fucker finna wrap up

[HOOK: JASXN] 

MISSING BODIES IN THE COBBLESTONE
I DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW YOU, WHY YOU ON MY PHONE?
ASK FOR MONEY IN MY MENTIONS LIKE YOU NEED A LOAN
THEN YOU FUCKING WONDER WHY YOU FUCKING ALL ALONE

I'VE GOT NO FRIENDS
All those people you see with me are my family
YOU'VE GOT FAKE BANDS
Then you wonder why you livin' in a fantasy

JASXN x SH4RD - RESTLESS

A single from Eidolons debut project "Quest" coming soon. 
Comment on this track if you recognize the sample at the beginning. 

Mixed and Mastered @thornwallstudios

Dragon's Breath ft. soap. (Prod. Stvrfire)

FUCK YOU  UNDEAD RONIN
ALL SOCIAL MEDIA :  _AK3K_

NEW MUSIC EVERY WEEK

LYRICS:
Bitch i'm bout to pop up out this coffin 
With 100 sticks 
Each of them is silenced 
And the clip it holds 100 tips 
Saw em at the knees 
If they really think that they running shit 
I hate everybody you muhfuckas can suck a dick 
Face tatted up with a scythe 
Wanna fight? 
Wanna die? 
Got my glock 
And i'm not aiming down the sights 
Imma squeeze 
And you bleed 
Leave him leaking in the streets 
Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything 
Death to a fake bitch 
There's no conversation 
Grip em by the throat 
Then put the blade up in they face quick 
Hey kid 
You should really know i fucking hate this 
Acting like you love me 
Then that pussy fucking lane switched 
All you rappers pussy 
And i put that on my mama 
Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom 
If it ain't about the commas 
Ion want the fucking drama 
You aint poppin how im poppin 
Tell me get him then i got him 
Yeah yeah 
Got me fucked up bitch 
Yeah i run this shit 
Hollowtips packed up 
In my gun lil bitch 
Where you come from bitch 
You aint shot no shit 
I aint got no fucking vest up on the block lil bitch 

I've been feeling crazy 
Cause my mind won't let me sleep 
I just pray for fucking peace 
When i be rhyming on the beat 
I'm about to fucking snap 
And say fuck it leave him deceased 
And if you understand me 
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh 

Cause all these lil bitches 
Wanna talk talk talk talk 
You should turn around 
And fucking walk walk walk walk 
Dance around the problem 
Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz 
Cockin back the glock 
And it go pop pop pop pop 
Stop drop roll 
Don't fucking tempt me 
Cause i'll take your soul 
I'm feeling manic and i'll lose control 
Smoke your ass just like i smoke this bowl 
So fucking let go 
Ride around the town 
Choppa chop you like karate kid 
Skirt off in the whip 
I'm feeling like im ricky bobby bitch 
Talking like he tough 
But he's a call of duty lobby kid 
Rob you for your money in your wallet 
If you got it kid 
Tryin me i'm not the one 
I'll leave you in the fucking dirt 
Bitch i'm riding shotty 
Let the devil whip the fucking hearse 
Blade up in your stomach 
Wipe the blood off on your fucking shirt 
Voices in my head 
Are telling me this life a fucking curse 
Everybody talking but never walking the walk 
Now you're lifeless in the road 
And your body outlined with chalk 
You will never catch me lacking 
I'm working around the clock 
I'm focused all on my money 
So now i dont wanna talk 

I've been feeling crazy 
Cause my mind won't let me sleep 
I just pray for fucking peace 
When i be rhyming on the beat 
I'm about to fucking snap 
And say fuck it leave him deceased 
And if you understand me 
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh

AK3K - BOTTOM OF THE BOTTOM (PROD. FALLEN)

Sorry for uploading this one late to soundcloud. Was in the hospital on a surgery complication bend! Good for the most part now but ill be recovering for about 2 months. Still lots of music on the way for spotify and soundcloud!

Lyrics:
Sleeping on the world that tells me I am fuckin wrong
Writing for these girls I want to stick the bills inside their thongs 
Walkin through the dirt I know the world is adverse to song 
But Im singing out like 50 parsecs for these fuckin dogs

Cerberus on a leash
Terminus for my peace
Swervin it with the piece 
Drive by at the beach
Vice city shit for the crowd ya murder marching beat 
Becoming a canister pressure and heat
Im blowing my face on sheet

Wanted posters on the walls
In my future kinda tall
Cause of all the sutures I'm embodied from the fuckin claws
I'm on a massacre fillin the bodies 
That will meet back in my coffin 
Murder them yeah im astral
Drippin now I'm comet coughin

Bitch, ima dick
I'm waking sentry with the lich army
In my drip
Im leaving the skeletons in my wake I'm atom's split
Found a nuke on the world, wait the ash and bloody bits 
Im like a kid throwing tantrum on the snake and tail shit
Yeah Scriptz

Drift togue, riding on the motherfuckin
I got zip code
Flippin all these fuckin corners
I got sick flow
Drippin all these fuckin candles
Dont need simple
I'm like a pit bull
Yeah Scriptz

Sleeping on the world that tells me I am fuckin wrong
Writing for these girls I want to stick the bills inside their thongs 
Walkin through the dirt I know the world is adverse to song 
But Im singing out like 50 parsecs for these fuckin dogs

Cerberus on a leash
Terminus for my peace
Swervin it with the piece 
Drive by at the beach
Vice city shit for the crowd ya murder marching beat 
Becoming a canister pressure and heat
Im blowing my face on sheet

ASTRAL PROJECTION (PROD. SHREDDED)

Brand new track for y'all! 

Super proud of this one - make sure you check out the AMV on TRASH GANG today too!!!! https://tinyurl.com/2rc3fm8a

YEAH SCRIPTZ!

Lyrics:

Jester
I'ma question this
Writing scriptztures papyrus in the letter bin
Sending a message to all of the kids
To turn that frown into something not shit
Can I bass it up lit?
My face is so flipped
I got major ace wit
Smart as a laser can rip
Through this fuckin metal
Make a gun from all of the slip code
Im another drip low
Witch with a lick toad

Fuckin trippin on the tic toe
Drawin circles around your bitch
As I got them on the nip show
Got the moves like im ip woah
50 kicks in the pit to these sick dopes

Im medicated but I got the clip load
40 tip rounded PPSH for the shit show
Making them fall like im rick ross
Faded ass bitties for the business that I can flip row

Through the river on a hip boat
I want a yacht - 50 inches on my cock, and some slick dough
Laundered money for a cartel ship flow
I want the fans addicted to the fuckin sick flow
Huh

Addicted to the sick flow
Call me Scriptz
Yeah

ALVARIUS (PROD. SHREDDED)

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shade_apollo/

W/ @sagath
Prod. @sergelaconic
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/whoismuski/

Lyrics:
I'm polishin' my blades
Watch daylight die
Once my kill switch is engaged
Hear angels cry

I'm polishin' my blades
Watch daylight die
Once my kill switch is engaged
Hear angels cry

Снова где-то бродит по лесам Сагат
Он обратился к Богу только тот ему не рад
Он с ума сходит по немногу в голове его разлад
Он выбрал себе дорогу но эта дорога в ад
И хочется его спросить: Старый ну что с тобой не так?
Не может же всё это быть из-за панических атак?
Ведь ты зашёл намного дальше и капнул гораздо глубже
Уже не будет так как раньше знаю будет только хуже
Видимо нужен антидот и я не о святой воде
Так и не поймёт народ что его слушает что тот в беде
Им зрелищ подавай давай про Сатану Сагат
И за могилы зачитай за одержимость и за ад
И всем плевать какую цену их кумир за это платит
Изо рта пену пускай хоть толпе голодной никогда не хватит
Да в палате не сладко от припадка до припадка
Чувствую гадко себя но спасибо пока меня не окружила оградка я
Я пока живой спою тебе дружок
О том как в тёмный мир меня с собой нечистый уволок
Меня ни один здравамыслищий не пустит на порог
Да я боролся с этим злом но одолеть его не смог
И теперь где-то между строк сидит это отродье беса
Снова вызовет восторг да эта дьявольская месса
Да я так тянулся к свету но скажи по чьей вине?
Я погряз во тьме

It’s lookin' like a long road ahead
So I’m tightenin' my boots
'Nother tooth knocked loose in my wake
Delete the fakes who end up in my way
Leave another demon slain for every rhyme left in this page
Resurrect 'em from the grave for every time I feel that rage
So I’m really raisin' Hell if it is war you wanna wage
Bitch I’m sharpenin' my scythe and I’m polishin' my blades
Watch daylight die once my kill switch is engaged
Hear angels cry when you speak the name
Bitch it’s Shade
Made it out the cage
Never leave unscathed
Left me crazed
Forever changed
Soul exchanged for the gift to create
Helped me navigate
Through the fog out the maze
Up through dirt and decay
I was stripped of the light
Then in dark found my way
I saw thousands of eyes glowing inside a cave
And I waltzed right inside with a grin on my face
I came out drenched in blood with my fist fuckin' raised

Then I went on my merry way
Into the night now I shall fade
Back inside of my coffin once the time is finally day
The darkness fall again out from my slumber I awake
Ghosts haunt me from within but I’m no longer afraid 
Step inside the dark beyond
Inside you will be harmed
Not us we came in armed
Walked out with battle scars
Promise you won’t get far
Fell low to raise the bar
Not Hell but it’s on par

Plunged into Darkness

Plunged into Darkness w/ Sagath (Prod. Sergelaconic)

Dilllaa - Take Their Pick (Demo)

Masked Up and Iced Out (prod. Ain't Loyal)

You Are Wrong

YOU ARE WRONG

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

LYRICS


MVKO

Black suit and a black mask bitch here to cause problems not here to fight crime, hoooh, 
You don't wanna see what's in my backpack give a veteran flashbacks leave a body outlined,
Walk barefoot through a field full of land mines rounds in the clip that will eat your whole bloodline hungry for the money bout to cut the whole lunch line got models takin lines to the face thats a punch line,

Feel like agent all my Doors need an eye scan,
Feelin paranoid Keep 2 clips on the nightstand, 
Sick of everybody always thinkin im a nice man,
I'll rob your money buy a plane and fly to Thailand, 

Been up for days,
Get the fuck out my face,
Your bitch hit my line she slide to my place,
We Know you can't hang,
So Come meet your fate,
One hit from the blunt make you fly into space,

Rounds from the choppa leave you lookin like spongebob, 
Hell dog cartel cuttin bricks with a bonesaw,
Pistol on hip Arthur Morgan im an outlaw,
Got a problem im a doctor bout to make a house call,
Sliver like a snake severus, 
Bitch i lean when i bust, 
Headshot clean when I rush,
Tire screech kickin up dust,

Pull up to the bank,
When I walk inside that motha fucka everybody know my name,
We are not the same,
You ain't stand for nothing go seppuku motha fuckas watch you fall upon your blade, yuh 
Poison in the clip we gonna aim it at your head,
My Middle finger to the world dont give a fuck about a bitch,
Got a couple killas in the clique,
Better go and sew on up your lips Instead of fuckin talking shit, 

Mvko tha drako,
Stack up my bankroll, 
Lean in my faygo,
I'm getting fucked up,
Where did the day go,
Im out in Waco, 
Ima keep on pushin till i get my halo,

Stickin round the flame like a blacksmith,
Your bitch room smell like cat piss,
She move my dick around her lips like chapstick,
Givin her the dick then its back to the labyrinth,


JMATTSON 

Black shoes and a all black fit mothafuckas thinking they could fuck with JMattson 
classic 
Known to roll a blunt and never pass it 
wax hit put me in a mothafucking casket 
I’m on the move and I stay with a bad bitch
Pussy mothafucka catch a fat lip
Actin gonna get you caught up in the action 
talkin like you with the shit but silent when it happen whoa
Don’t call me your bro 
Stupid motherfucker why you coming back for mo?
Torture methods imma have to dig em up a hole and when I’m done with em the body unidentifiable 
Fuck out the way bitch 
I’m out the matrix 
suicidal thoughts 
but somehow I made it 
Run out the bank with 
uncounted payments
I’m a nice guy til I run out of patience 
Whipping in the honda bruh 
these bitches wanna follow us 
they tryna fuck and swallow nuts 
I’m headed to andromeda 
you talkin shit anonymous 
it doesn’t even bother us 
I turn up like the volume does
Bitch boy talking online think it’s fun til he find out I’m the wrong one 
Imma catch him lacking me and Mvko beat his ass until the mothafucking song done

YOU ARE WRONG

Sixthells