DEATHWISH ft $LIMFIEND (prod. sphynx)

LYRICS 

What’s the point of running
Life will flash in front of yo iris lens
I tried to drown my demons 
Hopin they cannot swim 
Surfing and cursing not even a drip 
Touching they’re skin 
Levitate, Evaporating all of my dept
Not seekin death 
Don’t cross my path I’m flashing floods
Just for my death 

Not a lot will understand 
It feels like I’m not from this planet 
Rusted screws all through my neck 
Begging me just for my set 
And I’m ready collect 
Digging up misfits 
Restless 
Pick up stick 
Ditch this 
Motherfuckin 
Gonna plot in on this law 
You bitch 

Pick up my shit
Pacing I’m lookin for victims
Yeah call on my shit 
You dead dumb 
No heaven yeah 187 
Coming from the bottom of the pit
Mo redrum Mo redrum 

This ain’t no suicide
But I stay cemetery pumpin
Like it’s genocide
I lost my luck don’t give a fuck
Only the strong survive 
Don’t test yo luck stay buck 
I’ll start a Trend
I’ll start from the slumps 

Provoking the devil 
I’m stuck in the meadow 
I’m leaving a trail full of crumbs
Wouldn’t want to trade my life 
Better think it twice
I’m shedding my lungs 
Motherfucker better make a safe bet 
Get rip 
When rollin the dice 
no second tries 
Get bucked 

Kick the bucket
Haters be hating so Fuck it 
No luck kid I’m locked in

What’s the point of running 
Life will flash in front of yo iris lens
I tried to drown my demons 
Hopin they cannot swim 
Surfing and cursing not even a drip 
Touchin they’re skin 
Levitate, Evaporating all of my dept
Not seekin death 
Don’t cross my path I’m flashing floods
Just for my death

DIGGIN UP MISFITS

—LYRICS—

Carry my own weight
This ain’t no bitch made movement 
Y’all see me do my thing
Killing this fucking game 
With no shame mane 
I feel the pain 
leavin my empty veins in the dark 
Y’all sleep when I lurk in the dark 
Reap destruction from the start
We not far never hesitate 
Fuck these busters
Hitting a lick in a stolen car
Bitch we starvin 
I keep on takin what is mine 
and take some more
Leavin them limbs on the floor
The reaper is waiting for more
came up short
Now you’ll pay the price 
Losin focus on ya mind 
Gettin lost in time 
Can you feel the chill 
Running up yo spine 
Ready to roll the dice 
White lies waiting for demise
devils out tonight he softly says goodnight 

HOOK
3x
Late nights robbed from my thought 
I can not run set em all on fire 

Kill em all I belong 
to the fog and the swomp
Sticky like mucus my bars are so vicious 



Only cowardly bitches 
Will end up breathless in ditches 
Acting nothin suspicious 
I did it my way Sid vicious 
Nothin more then a quarter 
I see shadows in corners 
And all night long they flirting 
With the door knob 
Gotchu shanking under covers 

Late nights robbed from my thought 
I can not run set em all on fire 
Kill em all 
I belong to da fog and da swomp
Sticky like mucus
My bars are so vicious 
My memories are drags
Chockin on sand
Fuck it we’re dead on this land

3x
Late nights robbed from my thought 
I can not run set em all on fire 

Kill em all I belong 
to the fog and the swomp
Sticky like mucus my bars are so vicious

SET THEM ON FYE (Prod. DJ HOSTILITY)

LYRICS 

VERSE I —-
I keep it cold like I’m staying froze 
Taking out foes one by one and I know 
They’ll return like a flock of birds 
Uh
I’m so sick of this bullshit 
I finally learned
Lesson and testes
Has test my first impression 
Reminiscen to the simple session 
Compilations to matching phases 
I can’t replace em 
Long nights with self reflection 
Braking the image of faking

I keep ‘em cold 
Like I’m staying froze 
Taking out foes
One by one and I know

I keep ‘em cold 
Like I’m staying froze 
Taking out foes
One by one and I know


VERSE II ——
To many regrets I repent
Rep my set I forget 
I’m feelin my shit 
No comment 
This moment
I’m feelin my shit 
I promise This calling
Making it part of my business 
Yeah sauve Is my Lang 
 Yeah breakin a image that’s falling

KEEP IT COLD

[LYRICS]
young stunna mane creepin through the woods
chillin with my brother mane, we rolling up the woods
green sticky, weed hit, i feel it enter in my lungs
i can’t help but lean back then exhale through my nose

now i’m feelin sort of light weight floating, high up above 
i’m approaching, destiny, on a lot of drugs 
on a mission, for them mansions, we get money, you get crumbs 
ill minded eating good while you still living like a bum

and it’s like that everyday
we gettin plays while you throw your life away
and it’s like that everyday
we gettin plays while you throw your life away

you fuck with them right? so tell ‘em your problems
stay spreading the message that you aim to solve em 
but your friends are fake i bet none of them bother 
so there only purposed to drag you down farther
i’m just being real, get that through yo skull
your problems are bullshit, they’re nothing at all 
see you’re just a pussy that’s not ready 
to take on responsibilities of the real world 
aye word to
mothafucka i heard you
but you wouldn’t wanna listen in the first place, now ya 
drownin, poundin
now you’re screamin and hoping that you could just get out
see you shoulda never chose that path
now you sit alone, crying for your past
and hoping one day that you’ll get it back
but you never getting what you never had

BURDEN

The Process of Dying

PUNJI PIT  [prod. BEEFY]

BAD LUCK (feat. $ad Goon) Prod. Lunarnm

TRACK #2 “STRAWBERRY KREAM”
PRODUCED BY SPHYNX
FEATURING
ILLUSIONLUNA
WYNTER
KUSHKOSTA

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LYRICS

ILLUSIONLUNA

Watch how you talk when you talking to me 
Load up the choppa and take out ya team 
He want a feature he gon pay the fee 
He big goofy mothafucka wannabe 
Madhouse the set bullet holes in yo tee
Close off yo casket you split into three 
No ben n jerrys i get to the
N no ben n jerrys i get to the cream
Strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam
Straw strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam

KUSHKOSTA

Cruisin down the street grippin on my fuckin 45
Ima aim it at yo skull and leave yo shirt tye dyed
Trigga finga itchin ima leave ya fucking ma crying
Madhouse what im reppin and my niggas always down to ride
Load the smith n wesson
Boy you better get to stepping
Cause my niggas fucking reckless and we smoking out in Texas hoe
Blowing dank
Nigga all I smoke is dank
Errday, trynna fwm ima have to go and catch a case
Kosta mane yunno all I slang is dank
Trippin off these shroomies mane i think im bouta go insane
Trynna pop some xannys I ain’t trynna feel my fucking face
Shawty pop a xanny all she trynna do is gimmie face
That bitch say she love me but I know that bitch is playing games
I don’t wanna fuck cause all I’m worried bout my fucking cake hoe

WYNTER

Better open yo safe or ill aim yo face
Madhouse da gang
Don’t you try its a waste you gone make me 
insane imma create a case
She passed me the blunt hit it once it was 
laced
Heart made of chrome im alone in way 
I’m in yo home wit yo dome on display
Jumped out the zone
Call my phone hate to say but i 
rolled me a bone skeleton 
Who gone pray
Huh
I got 99 problems and a bitch is 
one
I tried to pick em like my colors I probably been switched up
Won’t get a dime outta me unless you 
picked it up
He tried to dry snitch on me them niggas
zipped him up

817MADHOUSE - STRAWBERRY KREAM (PROD. SPHYNX)

LYRICS 🔒

Replenished my thirst 
For better or worse 
I’m makin more moves 
Im scrappin the curb
I fuck with the underground 
Making all better sounds 
End up with golden crowns 
That I don’t deserve 
Bitch I grip the wheel I fuckin swerve 
Still born with a curse bitch
Out of sight out of mind 
So it doesn’t really hurt 
Did I mention I’m the mf
Takin over earth bitch 
Everything fading third eye gleaming 
now reality tarnished I don’t blame em
Bitch 

Round the block these bustas flock 
I’ll bring da flames straight to the crops 
It’s ftp and fuck these ops 
I can’t regain on what I’ve lost 
Still fuck this game we make it rain 
Ho get off my cock
Round the block these bustas flock 
I’ll bring the flames straight to the crops 
It’s ftp and fuck these ops 
I can’t regain on what I’ve lost 
Still fuck this game we make it rain 
Get off my cock she’s slobbin top
Yeah mop the spot I’ll spilt these brains 
And bodies drop

TARNISHED

Pull up at the drive thru, lookin like a boss
Dussault on my body, and the sauce dont cost
Deuce Custom Ink , hoodie clean, no sweat 
Buying all these hoodies, finna make me go in debt (Yeah!)

d-d-Deuce on the back, got them turnin they head..
Drip too sharp, they thought I was a threat
My bro got shot just for wearin’ the thread
"Man, that hoodie’s trouble," that’s what they said

(2x)
I wake up, wear my dussault 
And my truey, well respected deuce 
i dont trust any women, Bettys henchmen  
someone help me please 

d-d-Deuce on the back, got them turnin they head..
Drip too sharp, they thought I was a threat
My bro got stopped  just for wearin’ the thread
"Man, that hoodie’s trouble," that’s what they said


Walk in the room, got Deuce on my back
Hoodie too fresh, got 'em all lookin back
Fit so clean, they thought I was rich
Even the staff tryna ask where I get it

I wake up, wear my dussault 
And my truey, well respected deuce 
i dont trust any women, Bettys henchmen  
someone help me please

Deuce Ink - Well Respected Deuce

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KEEP IT COLD

$LIMFIEND

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