Capital Steez - Stars (Instrumental)

Alone

lyrics:

MØ. THA MONSTA STEPPIN UP ON THA ROSTA

im flippin packs the east i know some souls in the west
equip a vest or imma riddle fuckin holes in ya chest
mo is the best 
i told yall hoe
i’ll spit my woes till my death
ya hoes obessed she always think about my poems in her bed

im makin her choke and she swallow my dick
in the back of thoat and
im a son of a goat man and you think that im jokin but still wont approch man
when i middle the yoke it straight of the boat 
if he want it we taxin fa sho man
you goofy it show man 
take you out like a roofie my toolie a whole xan

i make em drop
hands all in they face
they screamin stop
jam it wont today
take off his mop
blood all in his braids
he hearin pop pop pop
bang bang bang

ISWEARTOFUCKINGGODIFYALLSLEEPONMEAGAINILLKILLMYSELF

City Of The Dead

Veronica Mars

put your vanilla lips to the Juicy Jay
roll it and kiss, lick and seal, let's play...
Chicago, puff puff pass you tazzled starlight stray
I'll win and let you keep the ash tray, oh blackest maze
who's scarlet venom riot shade I craze
lay you in your deaf Raven grave
and feed you the music of the insane
soundwaves of bursting shredding noise shaves
your bloodstreaming earlings to manic erotic daze
I DO NOT TOUCH with my own skin
I finger your gingered freckled pores with binaural sin


the second chakra oh how evil!
of a vamping vixen blind mouth bite
good morning? well not quite Lucy, but why fight
the surging urge to rebel against your greying light?
you've become quite tight, little rope and it'll be alright
why am I still here? I stuck with you all night
the prison of pure white insight to our deal of winning game night
I didn't succumb I promise with an Angelic Christ
but I allowed you to dream as I took hostage it's heist
trust me my darling, I only took what was my right...


now if you'd kiss the lips that parted your seas
I'd be more than angstly sweet to pick you off your feet
and kneel to your Necro negus deity deifying eat
so... shall I bathe my face in your weeping sleet?
kiss it lick it seal it and play Chicago with it's heat?

420, Chicago ST

Rap Free Diss (Part 2)

I'm seeing Ghost don't know if I'll make it this time.. circus is calling me... I can hear it in the moonlight

CiRcuS CLoWn CiRcUs FREaK

From Cigarettes After Sex LP out now:
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website: http://www.cigarettesaftersex.com/

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Apocalypse

recorded December 2015 in Brooklyn, NY

Written by Greg Gonzalez
Greg Gonzalez - vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar
Phillp Tubbs - keyboards
Randy Miller - bass
Jacob Tomsky - drums

Recorded by Greg Gonzalez
Mixed by Rocky Gallo
Mastered by Greg Calbi

Cover photo by Ryan Zoghlin
Cover design by Randy Miller

Released on Partisan Records

420, Chicago ST

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