903
lyrics
 Grave x5   
Grave Squad Bitch Pull up 
    I don´t give too shits, obliterate your ass in two hits, put your guts in bags and let you rest in piss, maggots be your only friends, but I´m popping xans or anthing that has alprazolam, doing dumbshit trynna die young and quick. 
Fallen faster thaan dead stars when I hit the pavement, Jump back up and graves still underneath the basement. Ruthless doctor waiting for my next patient, Split your head down the mdidlle, your thoughts get lost in these riddles pull the woods from the bag and smoke a llitle. got two goth bitches sending me mixed signals fuck that,fuck I got better things to then play games like play station, graves showing correlation.  ya mans racing, pulsating, a new found art of damnation. we rockin all black getting rid of pussies no hesitation. 
Grave Squad Grave Squad  Whole Squad elevating

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Obliterate (prod. $mellyaton)

( I don't wanna be here)
Swerving through the 903, got an ounce on me or at least enough to blow some trees, then i stop, contemplate on the thought, of laying inside the chalk, gotta couple of bitches telling me they love me, but i think not, rest in piece I fucking took some rot, goddamn, fall into a deeper hole mechanical mechanism scroll, open it up see what needs to be told, behold I got no love tenfold, for those who can't remold and manifest into something with little bit more essence, 
Damn it, 
So i micro dose, i flow slow got two nodes flickering, snakes slithering, do you get the ignorant picture than then, cause this got no filter end. Put you on the altar the you descend in. 
So I'm putting the pieces together graves coming up out of the nether,slowly breathing the aether. feeling so empty never been better, fucking tha bitches, she's wearing my sweater, so many bitches they giving me pleasure, but i don't want that. I don't want cash, or any happiness, anything that can make me feel half of this.

Not Here (prod.TheCloudLounger)

Smell's on some mystic shit
Gold-caps,overlapping my pineal consciousness I'm taking hits, transmitting code, when strange lights emit, extraterrestrial flow, coming from the pits, graves com in up outta the pits, this shits sick, coughing up mucus while I spit this, this arithmetic, star child, formulating verses like a magic trick, too any observer graves down with the wicked shit, crowned cause of this mystic shit.

Im molding into a shaman
im molding into a shaman

Im diving into ancient bliss, until i reminisce when i was in the abyss, building structural settlement through a sentiment, but its evident that know one can fathom the determent. i feel when your expressionless. infinite deities that are malevolent if you seek knowledge through Dimethyltryptamine I see things seeing green, smelling cheese, while I'm sipping tea, I be light as a feather b despite the weather b, ill be inside the nether.

Shaman Smell (prod.PurpleSixBeats)

Tales From The 903 (prod.menace.+)

Dreamin (prod.PurpleSix)

GRAVE$QUAD
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZWoccprDPw

Slumped Ft. Boges.(prod.skel)

Broken

woods,xans,gothbitches,honesty, and music is what i like.

$MELL

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