This cover art is hard asf!! I liked ur flow!!

thisHARD bro keep it up the flows are ILLLLL

Really has that super vibe 🔥🔥👌🎶 that brings out are sayian just outstanding sound good music keep up

fantastic music holmes ! u got the vibe that we need !

Spent a lot of time on this one. Enjoy.
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10. Franzia

this song is for those people that have moved on to the next life and wish to see them one last time

*Crazy times I can't deny
Now I'm fkd up mentally inside 
I wish you was here to get you on the mic
I wish you was here just for one last time*

one last time

Electric Guitar: Clay Willis
Acoustic Guitar: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Kevin Bailey
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals & Guitar Solo: Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

Ghost in a Shell

Feel (Feat. RIIZZY & Eve)

lyrics:

this is to all my cunts waking 
up and paper chasing
grown man money making 
fuck every cunt 
that thinks we ain’t gonna make it

fuck everycunt that thinks we aint gonna make it 

i mean what are they doing 
living comfy 
growing stagnant 
slowly stewing 
thinking that degree decrees intelligence
not one original thought in their head brewing 
never had to face reality 
now there older there pooing 
there pants 
cos there not getting no helping hands 
there gonna have to do it 
but now just like everyone else they realise  they dont know what there doing 

theyve gotta
finally stand on there own two feat 
but they’ve become soft 
in being posh 
far to weak 
and to quick to call defeat 
scared soon as life looks bleak 
walk a mile in the shoes of those they disrespect 
they wouldn’t survive a week 

i wanna make mills 
but im far from meek 
promises don’t pay the bills 
all that talk is cheap 
i can smell the bullshit when you speak 
talking high not following 
the words that you preach 
i ain’t scared to just hit delete 

and start all over again 

this is to all my cunts waking 
up and paper chasing
fuck every cunt 
that thinks we ain’t gonna make it

just look at the hard times as 
character building 
at least were filled in 
on what it’s like to be at the bottom 
and have a future darker than gotham 
that concoction if poisons the only thing that stops you from dropping 
that’s why when i die i want aaron to put a tens in my coffin 

i promise every cunt 
wishing they wernt at work today 
that we’re gonna make it 
i know we all can’t just stay stuck in a dayshift 
losing all are payslips 
just paying the rent 
and buying the basics 

this is to all my cunts waking 
up and paper chasing
fuck every cunt 
that thinks we ain’t gonna make it

you know what 
fuck this 
wish 
i would’ve just sold drugs instead 
i feel truly fucked in my head 
waking up dragging myself to work half dead 
i bought 6 eighths this week 
i should’ve just bought the zed
would’ve worked out cheaper 
and i would’ve got stand 
out a lot less getting ched 
but i know i wouldn’t of smoked it the same 
burned through it just as fast instead 
cos the only time i ain’t smokings 
once there’s no weed left 

this is to all my cunts waking 
up and paper chasing
fuck every cunt 
that thinks we ain’t gonna make it

all over again (prod by dreamywalker)

Sorrow

For my ops (sped up) prod. Cloudy morning

My Lonely

Not a Friend

#darkcountry #boombap

[Intro]
(Spoken low, over creakin floorboards and distant thunder)
July Fourth, seventeen seventy-six...
We lit the fuse on the empires throne.
Aint no tea in the harbor no more—
Just blood in the bay, and the reapers callin home.  [Chorus]
Redcoats marchin in their scarlet suits,
Taxin our souls, stealin our roots.
We minutemen gang, with pitchforks and lead,
Bangin on drums of the risin dead.
From Phillys ink to the Delaware freeze,
We carve our freedom in the winter trees.
Dark as the grave, cold as the blade—
Revolutions a bitch, but we own the raid.
(Boom bap drops harder—gang vocals echo: Own the raid! Own the raid!)  [Verse 1: The Declaration Heist]
Back in the shadows of that sweltering hall,
Jefferson scribblin fire on the wall.
Life, liberty, pursuit of the thrill—
We flipped off the crown, made our kill.
Hancocks signature bold as a scar,
Big as a bounty on a wanted star.
Franklin schemin with his bifocal glare,
Lightning in a bottle, electrifyin the air.
But the lobsterbacks comin, Hessians for hire,
Mercenaries marchin through the mire.
We aint slaves to the scepter no more,
Grab your Brown Bess, settle the score.
Outlaw colonists, ragtag syndicate,
Smugglin powder like its moonshine freight.
Boston harbors a graveyard of crates,
Tea stains the waves—eternal hate.  [Chorus]
Redcoats marchin in their scarlet suits,
Taxin our souls, stealin our roots.
We minutemen gang, with pitchforks and lead,
Bangin on drums of the risin dead.
From Phillys ink to the Delaware freeze,
We carve our freedom in the winter trees.
Dark as the grave, cold as the blade—
Revolutions a bitch, but we own the raid.
(Guitar wails like a bayonet charge—snare rolls like cannon thunder.)  [Verse 2: Brooklyn Bloodbath 76]
Long Island fields, August heatwave hell,
Washingtons crew catchin grapeshot shells.
Eagles feathers plucked in the rout,
We hightail through the fog, no time to shout.
Retreat like phantoms cross the East River black,
Nothin but ghosts in the redcoats trap.
Then Jersey winter, frostbite syndicate,
Starvin at Valley Forge, boots full of hate.
Marquess de Lafayette, French ghost ridah,
Smugglin gold like a bayou spider.
Trentons dawn raid, Christmas surprise,
Hessians hungover, payin the price.
Washington crossin, ice crackin under,
We hit em low, leave em torn asunder.
No mercy in the mud, no quarter given,
Rebels reloadin, souls unforgiven.  [Bridge: Saratoga Shadows]
Up in the north, 77 turn,
Burgoynes boys buried, lessons they learn.
Gates and his greencoats, ambush elite,
Surrender flags wavin in defeat.
Empire crackin like a whiskey still,
We pour the poison, watch the redcoats spill.
Dark harvest reap

Redcoat Reckonin (1776)

A concept track potentially for the start of a new album or second half. Electronic, spacey and other Worldly.

Work in progress pre-mastered track posted exclusively to sound cloud #SCFirst to get feedback.

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