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prod woenen

cubanlink / spokenscriptures

musique du panthéon

underground

BigXthaPlug - Big Stepper

ow charlie

Hardrock- demon (zodiac div toom)

/ rollinthrax - darthvader (16teen + barloss)

2 Mins of Pain

2 Mins of Pain (feat. Alborosie)

headz will roll [all plats]

paid

psychotherapy

newgen

cryin blood

That Way

rumble the world [woenen]

(Lyrics)

Looking up to heaven asking god where you go
And I keep my smith and Wesson everywhere that I go 
And these bitches got me paranoid wonder where I’ll go 
I don’t even know what going on I was the floor 
And I’m sliding on a fuck nigga riding off a pole
And I’m raising out my grave nigga I was born to glow 
In the sky I can feel it I can feel it in my soul 
Spilled the lean all on my trueys nigga I don’t want to know 
I was microdosing shrooms screaming murder that she wrote
Some shit you don’t wanna know
I came out im like a dove 
If you talk down to my witches im ready to go 
I hang with the devils them witches them niggas stitches I guess that’s the more that you know 

I want badly bitches 
saddie bitches 
satanic bitches 
all black like a phantom bitches 
I cant even stand these bitches
Don’t wanna talk to no hoe
Don’t wanna talk to no hoe
I cant trust no bitch no I can’t trust no soul
Kick the bitch out of the door
I don’t give a fuck what you owe
Nobody step on my throne 
That’s just the shit that I’m on 
I’m fiesting kinging the chrome 
Claiming the bottom ya dome
Bitch I got out of the home
Making my mark when I’m gone

WHN IM GNE (woenen)

sleepinrelics - origami [woenen]

wendigochild - BRGHTR (woenen)

dirty, my soul

Bitch I'm with my german niggas cooking up like methamphetamine yeah
Fell down to my knees, when I heard my bro deceased
Yeah but I'm bout cheese, Yeah I'm bout my paper
Hmm might get a taper, Trench coat look like blazer

Yea I'm in blue, but I don't carry a taser
Nah I don't lose, Yeah I'm tired of counting favors
One nigga touch my brotha I'm letting em have it
Yuh one nigga touch my sister Im wreaking havoc

Yuh one nigga touch my fam they finna visit the graveyard
They think I'm a dick or sum they always say I'm hard
Bitch I'm finna flex sum yuh
Welcome to the scriptorium yah(Welcome to the scriptorium yah)

Bitch I roll my eyes
Bitch I roll my eyes
Bitch I roll my eyes yea
Bitch I roll my eyes

Uh, woa, yah, yah, no, no, no, no
Panthęon

Bitch I'm with my german niggas cooking up like methamphetamine yeah
Fell down to my knees, when I heard my bro deceased
Yeah but I'm bout cheese, Yeah I'm bout my paper
Hmm might get a taper, Trench coat look like blazer

Yea I'm in blue, but I don't carry a taser
Nah I don't lose, Yeah I'm tired of counting favors
One nigga touch my brotha I'm letting em have it
Yuh one nigga touch my sister Im wreaking havoc

chaos anrichten

Pantheon

This the definition of the future
Yeah the future generation,
Leader of many nations
When you listen to this shit you go into a trance
They worry bout the new presidents,
But I'm counting bands yea

No one in my lane yuh
No one in my lane yuh
Yea no they not in my frame yuh
Pay them no attention
Yeah bitch this pantheon
I made this shit from the ground up
They always hate on niggas that got power
In a sticky situation Ill choose yuh

We bumping cubanlink yea nigga fuck the blues
We bumping cubanlink man nigga fuck the views
No I wont sell my soul to yuh
No I wont sell my soul to you

Panthęon

This the definition of the future
Yeah the future generation,
Leader of many nations
When you listen to this shit you go into a trance
They worry bout the new presidents,
But I'm counting bands yea

No one in my lane yuh
No one in my lane yuh

bösendorfer

So many things to remember
The ghosts from my past know where to find me
I don't sleep well contained in these four walls

Pantheon

It's time to do this shit properly
Smoking on gas ain't no collard greens
Spoken scriptures get on top of me,
Last thing your girlfriend said to me
Take it to trial nigga
I aint settling
Know you a fraud nigga
How could you be better than me

Bitch It's spoken scriptures bitch I speak the truth
I speak in prophecy I speak in verses too
I'm like a God to me
They talking down on me
Take them down pronto
I don't smoke Fronto
Don't repeat the cycle
I need therapy, psycho

Hello cuban meet your foe
Its amusing yes I know
Said that Im crying bitch Im dying yea you know
Fuck being born rich Im dying rich I know
I wont abort this yeah my mission on earth
This not your turf
Not even your turn

It's time to do this shit properly
Smoking on gas ain't no collard greens
Spoken scriptures get on top of me,
Last thing your girlfriend said to me
Take it to trial nigga
I aint settling
Know you a fraud nigga
How could you be better than me

Bitch It's spoken scriptures bitch I speak the truth
I speak in prophecy I speak in verses too
I'm like a God to me
They talking down on me
Take them down pronto
I don't smo-

pas de deux

"As I was going up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he would go away"

I, I, I
I, I, I repent

My sins haunt me
My sins haunt me

Atone, Atone, Atone
Atone, Atone, Atone

panthęon with lampp

No Cappin (feat. DaBoii)