Produced and Mixed by RO$ETTA of The ILL MINDED MAFIA

COVER ART by REMEDYDAENEMY of The ILL MINDED MAFIA

PHOTO CREDITS: @_ro3___ on INSTAGRAM

Fade Away (feat. RO$ETTA)

Stellar Pulse

Trippin (Prod. RemedyDaEnemy)

Get Away (prod Mista Sinista x DJ Twist II)

Cold World Feat. Apoc Krysis (Prod. Mobsta Mane)

First single off of the forthcoming tape "No Opposition"


Ima call it what it is mothafucka y'all wack
Talking tough but you pussy so lemme keep it a stack
I know you hate me but you ain't finna do shit about that
Just men being feminine gossiping hens in a group chat
Get the strap like I'm 50
Pass it right off to my mans and get you clapped with the .50
Don't respect me you'll fear me
Got you pissin out blood after rockin shots to your kidneys
Never rat on your friends always keep your mouth shut like Jimmy

Caught you slippin on your own block
Side talkin like bitches will get you robbed, stabbed or shot
The fuck you thought?
You ain't about it you'd rather be callin cops
Side talkin like bitches will get you robbed, stabbed or shot

Fans trippin speculatin who be beefin with who
If they really down with the shop and who got kicked out the crew
Just kick back dawg fuck with the music and do you
The fuck you lookin like sweatin another man's future moves?
And don't get me started
Some of y'all retarded I'm statin facts
Hear a track, cop a mic now you think you could rap?
Heard you was pullin up but yo all I be smellin is cap
Don't let me catch you out in public lay you flat on your back

Caught you slippin on your own block
Side talkin like bitches will get you robbed, stabbed or shot
The fuck you thought?
You ain't about it you'd rather be callin cops
Side talkin like bitches will get you robbed, stabbed or shot

Side Talkin' (Prod. DJ Fat Junt)

Produced by DJ Fat Junt, Art by Fiend.

Lyrics-

Rockin the Ice grill like Cold World in '05
I’m the opposition no victim will make it out alive
Indiscriminately be takin lives, fuck it
Ima spray em without aiming so let ya god decide
Two in the belly tell em look for dmize
No time to waste two in the face before police arrive
You barely breathing
Now it’s time to meet your fate
I’m laying more pussies underneath some sheets than Heavens Gate
This .38 will have you shakin
Empty your pockets what was yours is now mine for the takin
Leaving you a Hollow Man but you ain’t Kevin Bacon
Fools die and cowards don’t react
We poppin off first so it’s best to watch your fuckin back 

Intimidation with real action to back it up
I’m crackin the back of any rappers skull who be actin up
They actin tough but they ain’t ever actually pullin up
And if they ever do entire crew actually gettin snuffed
Knifed up and bloodied up ain’t no time to bluff
You might be thinkin you got some heart but it ain’t enough
Man fuck beef mothafucka I’m cookin it up
Distributing fades like a barber giving cuts
And anyone fuckin with us it’s like committing suicide
Lionhearted find me at the head of the pride
Fuck walking fences y’all bitches I chose my side
Comin thru with them hammers so I suggest you run and hide

No Opposition (Prod. DJ Fat Junt)

Lyrics-

Yo listen 
I'm spittin undisputed truth for ya 
My pen spit like a hot .22 through ya 
Only tellin you one time nicely so tread lightly 
Lyrically blowin your face off like Walter White G 
And I can't be stopped 
Flow so lethal like I'm rippin through the vest of a cop 
You get dropped 
Victor Crowley Hatchet like a blast from the ratchet you get chopped 
And tossed til you six feet deep 
Sinkin screamin when I throw cement blocks on your feet you get beat 
Like a runner up you can't compete 
You not as nice on the beat though, you know my steelo 
Stay collectin rings like a Lakers three peat yo 
Y'all mothafuckas sicken me addicted to sippin on lean habitually 
Them opiates be fuckin with you subliminally like Suicidal Tendencies 
On my Swave shit, six million ways to die you chose me 

I'm undisputed in the booth like execution with truth 
Mothafuckas is playin like I ain't down to shoot 
Violence for a reason, artificial breathin 
Leavin suckas with holes in they heads when the trigger squeezin 

Flood the block with bloated bodies like a tsunami 
With the Metal Gear I'm solid killin snakes like Konami 
We could set it off I suggest you enlist an army 
You could never harm me check your chest if you runnin up on me 
Forced overdose cut up your coke with fentanyl 
'83 Metallica Hit the Lights and I Kill Em All 
Rhymin rougher than knuckles to abdominal walls 
With the sedative flow, like poppin Methocarbamol 
I'm like a 
Venomous strike when I bounce on a track 
Destroyin cells in your body paralytic way that I rap 
I ain't takin it back 
Anything that ever was said 
Callin your favorite rapper wack and then I smack em in the back of his head 
I said what I said, you better believe that I mean it 
Launder cash faster than runnin illegal cleaners ain't shit to me 
Felonious activities homie scumbag epitome 
Runnin your city streets nothin restrictin me 

I'm undisputed in the booth like execution with truth 
Mothafuckas is playin like I ain't down to shoot 
Violence for a reason, artificial breathin 
Leavin suckas with holes in they heads when the trigger squeezin

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