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Tome Of The Xenomancer 2

my shit vol 5

beast165

run it
run it
run it
pussy nigga better gun it

RUNIT (prod. packman)

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO https://youtu.be/ogVS1zsxR1k

MURDER RATE

Cameronazi X $ubjectz - SLITYAWRIST (PROD.BY KILL EBOLA)VISUALS IN DESCRIPTION

KAMIYADA X JOHNNY GEE - THANK YOU (Prod. OOGIEMANE)

produced by CXRPSE
vocals by Chris Vayle 
mixed by CXRPSE & Chris Vayle 
artwork by Keagan Hoffman
@xchrisvayle
@keaganistan

Chris Vayle: 
smoke choke fill my lungs
i can still feel my face no fun
want me dead better bring a gun
want me dead then you better bring the drugs

no friends no brothers no love
all gone they aint never fuck with us
all problems coming back to me
all talk they aint shaking nun


i let four hoes fill my ride
pull up hot a night
all them flashing lights
get closer might die

got the drugs too hard to try
i didnt pay full price
full moon rise at night
thats why u act so wild


hold her hand just like a child
coke nose bet you snort it out the pile
they all mad i can tell by they frowns
i dont care you can see it in my smile

halo on my head like my crown
cant find me lost in the crowd
i came to make my momma proud
are you high right now

I DONT CARE IM STILL HERE

Listen

REGRET w/CHRIS VAYLE

engineered by @subjectzslv 
track 1 from ep
live life give none.

CAMERONAZI - LIVELIFEGIVENONE (PROD. THRAXX)

aint nothin to talk about

#Blackball coming soon .

LICC HOE$ (PROD. BILBO)

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

EITHER HATED OR IGNORED

Engineered by @subjectz 
Prod.by YZ & GRAVEHOURS

CAMERON AZI X $UBJECTZ - TOT (PROD. YZ x GRAVEHOURS)

Xavier Wulf - Match Hunters (Feat. MadeinTYO) off the mixtape, East Memphis Maniac.

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East Memphis Maniac

Match Hunters (feat. Madeintyo)

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Generations (Prod. MORREE)

my mercy prevails

over my wrath 

ان رحمتي سبقت غضبي

غَيْظ

YOU'RE WELCOME.

PROD. LEFTHANDLUCK

LYRICS:
I'm a real motherfucker,
Real motherfucker, kneel.
I got steel
Steel, when I'm in the field.
Hear I heal,
Real Luck is In the Seal,
Yeah I kill, motherfucker, 
kill, motherfucker, kill.

Anxiety creeping but I cannot stop,
Building my throne
Your gang ain't with shit,
Said we bustin at cops..
Spillin his dome
Ain't shit insurmountable,
Flippin the drop.
Run in your home.
Testing our power is like trying to stop,
A train to your dome.

Utopia, blood with the gold on the block.
Build a new rome still im West with the shock.
Black sheep in the street, said I leave em in chalk.
Family weeping, they deep in the rot.
Talk on my team then these demons will pop.
This music's for fiends shooting streams in their spot.
Out on the scheme with a dream and some rock,
Now he pointing a beam at the team at the top.

Build a new world with the enemy dead,
Catch em buried and left with the flag.
Feel like my whole life had a gun to my head
And I bled with a knife in my back.
If youre sick of division and living with lies they deliver
Then ride with the mac
Come clique up with Visions Inflicted and witness 
If youll put your life in a pact.

Come join the resistance,
Im down for the vision
I'm moses with whippin
Part seas from the crippin,
That aint a diss that just say that I'm rippin
Got love for the homie off Nellis he flippin
And shoutout to all of my gang they be trippin,
It's Ends and Inflicted,
I splipped in some sickness
And coughed up my lungs til I spit what I'm livin
Ah, damn this is hittin,
Feel damned and imprisoned.

I'm a real motherfucker...

HEAL

++++++++++++++++++++++
@drownmili999
Feat. @burnkas999 & @Zillakami
Produced: @DoctahJuice
Engineered: @DoctahJuice

Kid Soulja

kid soulja ft. zillakami & burnkas

LYRICS:

SAFARI

IM SPITTING BIG GAME LIKE ATARI
IM SMOKING BACKWOODS IN A FERRARI
I ROLLING AND IM SMOKING LIKE A CAR BE
I KEEP A BIG CHOPPA LIKE A HARLEY
POP SEND SHOTS AT YA DOME 
HOT CHROME GET HIM TAKEN
HE AWAKEN IN HIS HOME
MAKE A LAD SCREAM
LEAVE HIM SWEATING NIGGA SAD
ME AND MY TEAM EATING
HE BE MAD WE GETTING MAD CREAM


BAD DREAM
BITCH NIGGA IMMA BAD DREAM

IM SPITTING BIG GAME
LIKE CABELA MY NIGGA 

WHY YOU QUITTING THE GAME
CUZ YOU FEEL OF MY NIGGA

SEE YOU BITCHING LIKE A DAME
YOU AINT A FELLA MY NIGGA

AINTCHA BALLS DROP
MALL COP
DROPPING SONGS AND THEY ALL FLOP
ALL TALK
NO LOCATION BUT YA CALL DROP
THAT’S AN INVITATION BEEN THE GREATEST
WALL HOPPING
YALL STOPPING
DARK FIGURE BALD GOBLIN

GO!
OK!


HEADSHOT
DREADLOCKS IN THE MOSH PIT 
ONLY RUN WITH NIGGAS THAT BE REALLY ON THAT SQUAD SHIT
RAW TIP LIT TAKE CAUTION 
YOU PAUSING ILL MELT YO MENTAL LIKE
 ROSIN IM CAUSING
 A MELTDOWN 
BITCH SAID DADDY PUT THE BELT DOWN 
TOP DOG
OG N COOKIE IN A HOT LOG
NOT HARD 
YOU TALKING SHIT WHEN I CALL
IMMA PUT YO MOTHER FUCKING FACE
ON MY WALL

IM STEPPING ON RAPPERS LIKE I MADE EM INTO RUGS
CATCH YOU STEPPING TO THE CREW AND YOU CATCHING A COUPLE SLUGS

RUBBLE ON THE ROAD AND I’M ROLLING INSIDE A HUMMER
BULLET COMING OUT THE END OF MY BARREL IT MAKE YOU DUMBER

MAKE A RETARD
MAKE A DUMB ASS NIGGA
AINT NO FREE BARS 
COME READY TO DUMP MASS FIGURES

I DONT REGARD
YOU AS MY EQUAL 
LEAVE THIS WORLD 
THERE AINT NO SEQUEL 

SAFARI 
IM SOMEONE YOU SHOULD FEAR (SHAFFIR) LIKE IM ARI
IM GUZZLING A BEER LIKE BARLEY
IM SMOKING ON LOUD LIKE MARLEY
IIIII’M DELIVERING THE HITS SO GNARLY

HOT LIKE LEAD FROM THE CHROME
THEY ENTERING HIS VISION HE MISSIN LIKE HOME ALONE
MACAULAY
THAT NIGGA AGING LIKE DOLLY
RAN UP ON HIM IT WAS TOO LATE WHEN HE SAW ME

SAFARI (PROD. HEAL)

Project with @drewthearchitect coming soon

GARLAS MALATAR w/DREWTHEARCHITECT

PROD. LEFTHANDLUCK

LYRICS:

Rise 
Alive
It’s time 
To die with the innocents

Rise
And thrive
Your time 
To die with your ignorance 
(X2)

"New bitch" white funds do we really feel the same 
"Tattoos, die young" do we really feel the same 
"New whip", light guns, do we really live the same
Shoo bitch die run, do we really live the same 
Loose lips, tight s***t do we really live the same 
Choose this life son, do we really live the same 
You "flip", I hunt, do we really live the same 
You snitch.. die. done. do we really live the same?

I DONT WANNA HEAR YOU BARK YOU NEVER WITH THE BITE BITCH 
YEAH IM DRESSED IN RED BUT STILL ILL HIT THAT GREEN LIGHT BITCH 
HE A LIL PUP LIL DOG LIL TYKE BITCH 
IMMA HAVE TO SEND HIM IN THE FATED AFTERLIFE 

I DONT WANNA HEAR THE TALK ITS ALWAYS ON THE SAME SHIT 
"BLADE FLIP DIE BITCH", SAID THEY WAVELESS 
WATCH EM DROWNIN IN THE LAKE WITH THE FRAGRANCE 
POLITICIAN WITH THE TANK, SAID THEY AIMLESS 

He sentenced with witnesses 
Mortal woundsll that’ll finish him
Put a gram in the pipe and I skip the light as I’m hittin it
Rip the plan with your wife and I sip the night while I’m finishing 
All my demons will strike and they take your life for the Ends of it 
I don’t fuck with you pussies, said I don’t fuck with your hoes
I don’t fuck with your money, said don’t fuck with your clothes 
Don’t fuck with your guns and said I don’t fuck with your pose
Don’t fuck with the love that these pussies fake at your shows 

I don’t fuck with your words I said I don’t fuck with your flows 
Don’t fuck with your verbs and I said I don’t fuck with your prose 
Don’t fuck with your work and it’s cut with Ra only knows.
Don’t fuck with em, know that they’re out of luck and it shows. 

Loose lips, I hunt, do we really live the same
New ditch, die, done, do we really live the same 
Do we really live the same..
Do we really live the same?

Karma!

KARMA!

RUST (PROD. SOLSA)

DECAY (PROD. SOLSA)

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CRIMINAL PROD.YUNGLIZZY

YEA YEA YEA 
MOST OF THESE RAPPERS OUT HERE THEY BE FREEZE DRIED
I GOT THIS NUMBER 9 TACHED TO MY JEANS LIKE HUH
I GOT THIS NUMBER 9 TACHED TO MY JEANS 
WATCH OUT WATCH BITCH IMMA FEIND
ASMR FREESTYLE 
EDDISON DROVE FOR MILES
ADDIN YOUR CORPSE TO THE PILES
RUN THROUGH GET STOMPED LIKE YOU KYLE 
WHATS WITH THE SHIT?
MOST THESE RAPPERS CANNOT HOP OFF MY DICK
FAGGOT

MY HEAD HURT ALREADY IT FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY JUST POOPED OFF CONFETTI INSIDE OF MY HEAD
GLOCKITY TALKITY AND I GOT BODIES THAT CHOPPITY POOPITY
FUCK ANY FED
HIPPITY HOPPITY RUN AROUND TOWN WITH A CHIPPITY CHOPPITY
FUCKER YOUR DEAD
HICKORY DICKORY DOCKERY I GOT THE CRICKETS TO TAKE OUT YOUR POCKETS SEE DEATH
DIT-TILY-DOTILY IMMA MAKE BURGERS AND PUT EM ON TOP OF MY MUFUCKIN HEAD
RICKITY ROCKITY JUMPIN THE FENCE AND MY NEIGHBORS THEY HATE ME IM UP IN THEY HEAD

ASMR TRACK ASMR TRACK
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ASMR YOUR WHACK
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ASMR YOUR WHACK
ASMR TRACK ASMR TRACK
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ASMR YOUR WHACK
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ASMR YOUR WHACK
ASMR YUH YUH
ASMR YA
ASMR YUH YUH
ASMR YA
ASMR YUH YUH 
ASMR YA
ASMR YUH YUH
ASMR YA

WHEN I DIE SEND MY BODY TO MARS
I HOP OUT THE CAR IM GOIN REAL FAR
SWERVIN THAT BITCH TO THE FARM
SWERVIN THAT BITCH TO THE LEFT LOOK AT MY CHEST
SWERVIN THAT BITCH TO THE RIGHT 
BITCH I RIDE RIDE THROUGH THE NIGHT
YA YA YA YUH YUH YA 

AIMIN MY GUN BETTER RUN
BITCH I BE *YUH YUH* LIKE LITTLE PUMP
SHOUT OUT MY HOMIES EQUIPPED WITH THAT PUMP
SHOUT OUT MY HOMIES EQUIPPED WITH THAT IRON
I GOT THAT 4O THAT CRACKING YOUR SPINE
I GOT THAT 40 THAT CRACKING YOUR SPINE
SPINAL CORD I GOT FINAL WHORES
I GOT 30 BITCHES THAT BE ACTIN HORSE
REAL SHIT WITH THE STICK I BE MOVIN LIKE A BITCH REAL SHIT
HOP OUT OF THE MUFUCKIN VAN AND YOUR BITCH LOOK ESTATIC
I GOT THE RACHET IM GONNA PUT IT IN HER BACK BITCH

WHISTLE NOISES 
EXPLOSION NOISES 
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ASMR (PROD. CRMSYN)

A.M
@obssscure
art @ventingpalace
Gorrister Complex drop 1. 

lyrics:
Storming in black mask
Big bucks pack rats
Drain his savings on a fix
Addiction cop a fast lapse

Back pack
No track
Trace him
Off the porch back

Fuck how I feel
Cuz I feel like I'm not owed that

Overdosed veins, fuck, going both ways
Little boy want noticed
But we noticed one thing


Pace up
Why must
I be the last up
Always left behind
You'll slide thru the backdrop


Dumped off boy better pray for a blood clot
Rush thru the vein, hot ice like a gun shot
Needle and the pipe fucked up off the crushed rocks
Dumb bitch waste away your life in the bus stop


Looking for a fix need a fix
Bitch with the kids in the whip, fix
Cause a legacy of pigs with
Trash ass thoughts
No last that lot
And the Cycle will repeat
Until that trash ass gone

ARTIFICIAL MENACE [PROD OBSCURE]

Lyrics:
Leave it down to the decimal
Losing count 
It’s identical 
Undefined by my enamel 
Bite the parts I pardon 

I must have fucked up my retina 
I see gallons 
Started dripping down the better part 
Ignite the Progress all Retarded 

Useless guided fuck 
Established 
Handheld 
Dripping down in puddles 
Padding brought the fall 
To an amateur bed 
Restart and crawl 
In a manner you get 

Never withdrawal
Back 
In a gimmick surrounded back draw
Backs
On the Lines that cut off like a call
Backs
Recycle the cause 
All black 

All black when 
I picture my eyelids 
Still manage to find something interesting riding the lines of my cornea 
I’ll keep my distance 
And viewed by recording  
Your process is stored in 20/20 HD 

Bet you still function in groups 
Bet that stays all of my income 
Think you’re the grace of the coup
Ride out the cinema Lincoln

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art my @rakknid 

i’m in the bathroom
and i’m regurgitating
i get on the internet 
niggas still hating 
they playing the clown
with the smiles
and the faking
i look at his face
because that what 
i’m breaking
honestly
you niggas fried 
like some bacon
you mentally sick
so am i but
you playing 
you think that it’s
hard when you 
act like you satan
but look in my face
you like gta wasted 

you talking shit
but still suckin on
dick tho
call up the shooters
they shoot but
don’t miss tho
i hate the world
y’all can drink all 
my piss yo 
i grab a pistol then whip it and
dip yo

speak speak speak
shut ya mouth 
preach peach 
fuck what you about
bitch bitch bitch
for some clout
say you drippin
nigga its a drought

fuck the underground
it’s not a safe space 
it’s not a safe place
we not the same pace
i will ether any rapper
the same day
y’all niggas dizzy
and spinning like beyblade
time out error
nigga
this the wrong gateway 
my bitch like kim
and i feel like i’m ray j
get the fuck up off the internet, i'm online just a cxrpse 
i hit my decay state 

*CXRPSE REAL NAME*
why you feeling under the weather 
cuz cxrpse doesn’t know
if he’ll feel any better 
he’s stuck underwater and drowning from pressure
while niggas be preaching that never say never 
well
i never thought that the niggas id run with forever would be my depressor
uh
question my worth and feel lesser so then i go doubletime work the for effort 
ay
out in the town i’m with terror but i got no pleasure from walking the desert
ay
now i feel just like a robot im glitching my circuits is having an error

DECAY STATE

CXRPSE