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Lyrics: 
It's the local terrorist,
I'm always riding through the city,
With the pistol on my lap,
I'm screaming out,
For you to get me,
You can come and take the bait,
Ill hit you right inside your kidney,
Spin around bust the block,
burn it down,
And take you with me,
I'm a suicidal bomber,
Blow this shit,
Until they get me,
Ain't no witnesses around,
Because i ride,
When no one with me,
Look inside your fuckin eyes,
When you cry,
Don't forget me,
Do not run your fuckin mouth,
If you won't die,
For what you feeling,
Muthafucka what,
----
Close your muthafuckin mouth,
Did you hear something,
I ain't come to fuckin talk,
I came to get it busting,
M, m, m,
Mask on my face,
When you see me coming,
They screaming out,
To Call the cops,
When we get to dumpin,
I said it ain't the last time,
Imma keep my word,
We'll light this muthafucka up,
You get what you deserve,
I hope you heard,
I ain't talking bout this shit online,
You smiling all up in my face,
Thinking shit is fine,
Till I cock the 9 hoe,
------
Pull up on a muthafucka,
With the black cat,
Everybody always thinking,
That they really bout that,
I ain't never gave a fuck,
To come in contact,
With anybody thinking,
That I wouldn't bring the combat,
I'm a terrorist,
I'm looking where the bomb at,
To blow a muthafucka,
Through the river,
Where they drown at,
Coming from a city,
Where you always see the clouds at,
Look up at the sky,
See the rain,
And its all black,
Everybody wanna talk,
Until you explode,
Then wanna call the cops,
When they seeing that you want smoke,
Snap your muthafuckin hand,
And break the damn phone,
I try to keep It to myself,
You wanna take me out my zone,
I try to keep it to myself,
But I get tired,
Of muthafuckas thinking that i wouldn't bring the fire,
See the heat,
Eat the weak,
When I roll by ya,
Never give a fuck no more,
Because i'm on fire,
------
You don't really wanna start this,
Start this,
I'll make your ass my target
My target,
Imma turn into a marksman,
A marksman,
Hit your ass where your heart is,
I'm heartless,
Muthafuckas in the darkness,
The darkness,
Ima turn into a marksman,
A marksman,
Hit your ass where your heart is,
Your heart is,
Muthafucka I am heartless,
I'm heartless,
Yeah,

911 (Prod. EYKEY)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKAD9SjbaU8&feature=youtu.be

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Eskry

Lyrics:
FoH you kitten
4 more million
Make mo guala than yo daddy in 4 door civic

4 more writtens
4 door livin
Make mo money than yo daddy in a 4 door civic

You been livin wit yo wifey what that makin you?
You been sittin on yo ass like what you finna do?
Steady actin like you got a say in this
You gave up before you had a shot at being rich
You just a bitch

I dont need no friends
Finna cop a allwhite benz
Drop the rest on gucci shades (wit the) wit the tinted lense

Drop 400 on a belt just to give it to one my friends
Im not selfless im just righteous moral high on all my men

If we pull up
We hook up 
Then scrapyard all yo shit
Wearin sick shit
We drip drip
Water wet on yo bitch
Choke slam her
Then buy fur
She like it wit my clique
She wont reply
Please dont deny
I just stole yo bitch hah

Big Roshi - FoH +Eskry

MVKO 

Man down,
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds,
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds,
Stand inside the ring get knocked out,
Big mouths,
Talkin all that shit you ain't bout

Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom,
Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room,
Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
Fuck you bitin motha fuckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom,
Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that,
Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag,
Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag,
If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold,
Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone,
I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone,
Ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls,

X2
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal, 
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible 

JMATTSON 

Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up 
Not too many motherfuckers that I’m down to trust loud as fuck 
When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers 
There ain’t shit that you could tell us little bitch 
Run it up run it up 
Most these rappers dumb as fuck
double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up 
What the fuck what the fuck 
Excellent we nothing but 
You gone pass the blunt or what 
These Haters we gon fuck em up hoe
All these motherfuckers on some weak you shit you got me fucked up if you think that I ain’t peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style I got more you can keep it bitch 
You know what the fuck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs 
Never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that’s your girl tell me why the fuck she all up on my dick

WITCHOUSE 40K

Fall back/
Suck a dick, lil pussy boy
You ain’t got a .40, takin selfies with a toy, hoe/
Nerf gun thug bro, I destroy his ego, I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal/
I just copped a deagle, my sight on yo hero/
I’m digging up graves and they calling me zero/
I look like a rot, boy you act like a beagle/
Your life is so fake like you working at regal/
Pullin up hit with an uzi, knockin em out like I’m selling him roofies/
I just got blood on my soobies/
Red bottom walking I’m walkin on rubies/
She saying use me, drape me in Louis, I ain’t a noobie suckin that dick/
Takin a groupie, making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick/
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro, hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro/
Fuckin a bitch in the back, aye/
Fuckin a bitch for the bag, aye/
Hittin a lick and I’m calling it quites, and I’m cutting a brick that I stash in the whip/
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I’m fuckin yo butch with my dick in her ribs/
Poppin out, bitch I walk it out while you on your couch/
Smoke em out, bitch I’m rolling pounds, only rolling loud/
Bulletproof, but they fall in down, feed em to the crowd/
Hellhounds running through your town, no ain’t no bodies found/
Blech

ZERO feat. JMattson & Witchouse 40k (Prod. Santos Santana)

INSTAGRAM OMICIDIO @ https://www.instagram.com/__omicidio__/

DECAYED

(Loosies Season II available on apple music this week)
Feat. https://soundcloud.com/auxking
Prod. https://soundcloud.com/karegi / Blowthroat

https://fanlink.to/Adalwolf

DID IT Feat Auxxk (Prod. Karegi/Blowthroat)

Prod:  @lftdhghts
Mix: Jordan Jay
@blvkhxrt

Lyrics:

I feel like Aesop 
Telling fables 
Through my music 
I’m the plug 
all cain no abel
Corpses Keen on getting faded  
Like a magazine 
On default 
Homeboy stay loaded 
People claim that Im faking
That my lyricism isn’t what I’m livin
its fallen on deaf ears 
Cause this is how I’m livin
I have these ailments
My art is an outlet 
My brain makes me feel 
like an indentured servant 
Working hard just to be existent 
Hard not to be pessimistic 
Been dealt a bad hand 
Tryna Get by if I can
Tryna play my cards right
Even though I wanna die  
Tryna pull a Charlier cut on my own life 
Here’s a story 
grab some popcorn
310 born 
Shits so forlorn 
Should of been still born
Lifted off the potent 
It’s a black heart 
Motherfucker walkin
Always duckin 
Avoiding social interaction 
See someone
 I know at an intersection 
I’ll start jay walkin 
To Evade conversation 
Without any hesitation 

I ain’t tryna to sound hard in these stanzas
But I’m Sicker than the influenza 
I just wanna rot in the dirt like a terracotta 
Indica is my only transient panacea 
Day doesn’t go by 
I wish I wasn’t in a hearse 
Wtf 
was mom thinking 
not choosing to abort
Fuck with the fam
And you’ll meet your maker
Cause I’ll take it upon myself 
To inflict torture 
Bitches wanna see me deter 
Im just on deck 
Coming in clutch like I’m Jeter 
My life ain’t no 2 seater
Just me myself and I 
And the substances I cater 
Whatcha need 
I’m a Walking pharmacy 
I’m turning keys 
With certainty 
With certain g’s 
I only speak guapanese
Hood hippie remedies 
10 toes down stay the recipe 
Introverted to society 
I enjoy solidarity 
You finna have to kill me 
if you fuckers tryna rob me
But you ain’t robbing shit 
Cause I’d rather not exist
Plot twist
Either way for me
It’s a win win
Bitch

Praxis (Prod. LFTD HGHTS)

Cloverfield (Prod. Fallen)

Lyrics Below
---
Hook:
Make the bag work,
Imma make the bag work,
If you really worried bout your cash,
Put the bag first,
X4
----
First Verse:
In the back of my mind,
Been grinding for days,
All I do is smile,
When I'm paid,
I cant even really lie,
I might burn up today,
I See my soul burning away,
Can you see whats in my eyes,
No I'm gone,
I'm away,
Nothing inside of my body gonna stay,
Devils never really die,
So yall better pray,
Yeah yall better pray,
----
Look,
Do you really want the money,
Imma take you where its cold,
Where the weathers never sunny,
Everybody be acting like that they really want the money,
But dont ever wanna put in all the work to keep it running,
Better get to fuckin busting,
When the blade,
It keep on cutting,
---
Ripping apart the people,
That think I wasn't really nothing,
They be thinking about it,
They think I sold my soul or something,
Know I probably did it,
Because we always keep it coming,
try to say imma stop it,
But they know that I really love it,
In the back of the trees,
In the back of the bus,
As I hang from a rope,
Turn the rop into dust,
Put the blade to my throat,
Cut the throat,
Then it bust,
I don't show no love,
I don't know no trust,
All my enemies,
Into stone,
Then to dust,
Let them fade in the wind,
No we don't give a fuck
Make the face explode,
When the bones get crushed,
Make the whole thing bust,

Cloverfield (Prod. Fallen)

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