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IRIKARAH [PROD. TOXICGODD]

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lyrics
Coaasty born cenobite
Raise hell til the clock struck twelve
Cold murder
Set fire to a church during Mennonite sermon
Shouldn't be concerned with burning vermin
I'm a bad man
And I killed both of your parents like batman
All these labels treat their artist like lab rats
Set em free in a maze if they make it out its all cash and clout
But if not put em down in the god damn trash can
I murder these beats like son of Sam
I turn a blind eye like government
I'm all about fans
I'm not about scams
Man you a bitch if you selling fake xans
I aint your mans
I don't want none of that shit 
You could fuck off lil bitch you could suck on a dick for eternity
How many ways could I kill you?
I know about thirty three, but pardon me
I got a flight to catch
I got three bad bitches waiting on me in Japan
Citizen Kane in the pussy, a masterpiece
I eat her good for dessert
That's the after feast
Hop on a jet and head back to the west where they haven't yet figured out how they should handle me
I'm like a phantom
See, I could be your darkest fantasy
I could be caught in the middle
A string to a bow and a fiddle
Until I just snap like a twig and you try to discard of me
Ever since a jit I been missing a part of me
Filled it with sorrow and hollow theology
Somebody come run katana inside of me
Picked up the vax and then asked for lobotomy
So put up your hands lil bitch this a robbery
I lost a lot of me to the dichotomy
Man of many talents like Ptolemy
Riding with the devil always got me where I oughta be 
So put up your hands lil bitch this a robbery
I lost a lot of me to the dichotomy
Man of many talents like Ptolemy
Riding with the devil always got me where I oughta be 

Coaasty born cenobite 
Raise hell til the clock struck twelve
Cold murder
Set fire to a church during sermon
Burn em all down to the ground like vermin
Coaasty born cenobite
Raise hell til the clock struck twelve
Cold murder
Set fire to a church during sermon
Burn em all down to the ground like vermin
Burn em all down to the ground like vermin
Burn em all down to the ground like vermin
Like vermin
Burn em all down to the ground like vermin

Solving the Lament Configuration

Solving the Lament Configuration [Prod. SEXYKISAPANTERA]

Imma kill shit 
Spit with the sickness 
Young mothafucka bringin heat 
Dollar bills on my wish list 
Long live biggie imma never miss Christmas 
Creepin up out the tomb I leave a witness suspicious 
Like hold up 
I get buck 
Used to have a stutter now I never give a fuck 
Comin up out the gutter now I’m boutta double up 
Never let my mother suffer we gon get the fuck out the rut 
You’ll never hold me 
Hear the sirens and the police 
Nikes on my feet 
Deep 
On a soul seek 
Thinkin about the times I refused to see
In 3D 
Now Im seein everythang how it should be 
Uh 
On the microphone 
I’m at home 
Rippin and trippin up on the flows 
Till my eyes glow 
Ya go slow 
Boy tell me what cha know 
Shout out JGRXXN
Schema the posse stayin on the go bitch 
Keep the same face even when the wind change 
Lame mothafuckas gotta stay where I designate 
They resonate 
With the lines I create 
Elevate 
To a state 
Of revelation and regenerate 
This ya fate 
rhymes clean like Colgate 
I be rippin it quick leave ya jaw dropped no way 
Like okay 
Sxmpra got the plays 
Now riddle me this mothafucka where the fuck is my pay 
Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn bey blade 
Pull my damn card in five parts that’s an end game 
Imma keep it goin blowin up like grenade 
Sippin liquor from my cup like it’s mothafuckin lemonade 
Uh 
And I just can’t stop 
Ill drop heat till I pop 
This a 24/7 shop 
Send shots 
Like a Mac 10 
Back when 
I could give a fuck 
Bout a never really has been 

Roll round town 
Black tint 
With the lights out 
Bumpin that sound 
Chase clout 
What they all bout 

I don’t have time for the precious games 
Boutta pop off so remember the name 

Roll round town 
Black tint 
With the lights out 
Bumpin that sound 
Chase clout 
What they all bout 

I don’t talk when there’s nothin to gain 
We ain’t the same bitch stay in ya lane 

Kick dust 
Let em bust slugs like teddy 
Tell a mothafucka come and get it when ya ready 
I’m a stone cold villain 
Next to Willem sittin steady 
See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti 
I’m betting 
Half the scene still wetting they bedding 
They getting petty forgetting I’m getting ready for endings so gimme vicky pedretti and I’ll be letting ya get me or I’ll be wrecking the setting itll be ya head that I’m blending bitch 
Uh 
What’s that in my backpack 
You don’t really see me get that 
Playin on ya girl like a tech deck 
Pussy mothafucka better step back mmm

Better step the fuck back 
Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack 
I don’t give a fuck pussy send whos next 
Schema the posse mothafucka coming straight for ya neck

just another rap song (prod. ISVVC)

LYRICS:

WickedRuna: 

Crimson blood run down your face
cut ‘em up leave no motherfucking trace
Through me in the pit of fire mane
Make a motherfucka say my name
Ronin finna end yo fate
Fuck em up make them beg and pray
Feel the double sided blade
To yuh mothafucken face
Now I come from hell from all theses flames

I’m a Demon take your soul
You fake mothafuckers got to go
Leaving them patches of blood in the snow
Now you feeling cold shivered down to the mothafucken bone
Horrific thoughts in my head gotta go
These bitches don’t even know 
Now I’m gonna come back haunt you like a motherfucking ghost yuh

I’ll never sign my soul away for something called fam
I’m only tryna make you know my motherfucking name
We killing the people then burying them you know Runa is taking blame
This little life we living isn’t nothing but a game 
AK that we spray putting it right through to brain
These leaches suck your blood 
and all my veins are full of mud
Hate the people hate the world
And all of you pussies are wanna be thugs
These leaches suck your blood 
and all my veins are full of mud
Talking back I’m about to cut your fucking tongue
Now you know Runa is doing it for fun

Undead Ronin:

King Kong with a bone to pick
So get back pussy boy 
You ain’t bout all this
I pull the trigger 
leave you bleedin on a curb like this
I said get the fuck away from me
I’m boutta split wigs mane
Aye You ain’t got a thing on me
I bring death where I roam
Imma god to thee
Kicking it back with the Kult
I’m the goat cutting yo throat
With the athame 
I’m about to drop you in the moat
Slicker than most I’m on my king shit
Deathless god among you
You a victim
Tipping the scales of fate with ambition
You bitches are dissing but all of you listening
Fixing to open yo skull with a hammer 
Tyrannical mystical magickal being 
I’m bringing the hurt when I’m going berserk
Aint no pussy boy challenge my mo’fuckin court yuh

Torture you with fire
Never lie to me
Desire to be leader of humanity 
I’m itching bring death
Ronin is the one you see
I’m walking through the dark 
I got a mission to fulfill
And I won’t stop until it’s done
Bringer of the end times
Armageddon’s Son
Prophet of the desolation
This is why I’ve come
Hellfire rain down
This is the one
You can’t escape from this 
Heaven is done
Runa, Ronin packing .45s
Wit the hollow tip
Say a fuckin prayer
Take yo life 
Empty out the clip
Really wanna talk that talk
But won’t walk that walk
Till I break yo legs bitch
No I do not want yo shit
Get the fuck out of my DM’s bitch

TIPPING THE SCALES

TIPPING THE SCALES (feat. WickedRuna) [prod. Undead Ronin]

Memories Of The Past Coming Soon!! 
(Prod.Unnøticed)

LiønMane -
Like i said before I will make it hocus pocus like some magic it will happen 
Even if they want to question everything 
I doubt that they will have a thing
talking about it to a screen with they’re negativity 
Cause theyre thinking negatively on me 
They think That they have a plan b 
Everything comes down to all the ways I force myself to make it happen since day one I always had it popping keep it going I 
Will never stop improving 
Seeing all the music getting better it is just  
a fact well proven I give it all of me 
I want it 
I will live my dream

Unnøticed -
Question if we'll make it but they really want me slaving 
Dont put your hands in my pockets or else you'll be begging for your life back from satan 
You're shaken 
Im patient 
i went from nothing in my tummy its funny that I'm still wanting to make it 
Because I swear
nothing is breaking a person thats vacant 
Im hated 
As they question if we'll make it 
but im working on it while you waste your life 
Were all gonna die 
Might as well do the things that you love instead of wastng your time 
You're used to a standing in a single line 
Destroying your mind 

Enough of slaving 
im saving what the fuck i am gaven and i dont give a fuck 
what the fuck they say or think 
either way my family aching

They Question If We'll Make It

GET BUCK! (feat. TEDDY SLUGZ) [Prod. CLOUDYMANE]

Memories Of The Past Coming Soon!! 
(Prod.Unnøticed)

LiønMane -
Somehow I’m aware that I’ve been here before And I know that nobody will stop me from ending it all  

At the end of it all I just hope they would call 
are you doing okay ?
Do you need me at all ?
Instead 
 Im all alone 
And this isn’t the first time 
I can not wait till I feel alright 
I miss the feeling of feeling alive 
By now you should know that it’s s a grind  
So find 
My 
Body if I die 
RIP everybody 
It’s a slow ride 
In the dark 
You hardly see clearly in the night 
Find the light 
One more time 
Save yourself 
With the feeling that you want to die !
I want to die !

Unnøticed -
What am i doing right? 
another long night being unnoticed with fight or flight 
With emotions like dynamite 
I gamble with my life 
Always on the line

I try to stay focused
No one noticed
Ive been away 
Feeling hopeless 
Unnoticed soaked in emotions 
Riding a emotional coaster 

I cut in line to the end of my life 
Or thats just how it feels when time flys 
Its going fast when i enjoy time
when i hate it im high

What am i doing with
guns at my mind 
I am dying inside everytime that i try 
So im getting so high in my room 
Record number in being depressed and confused why i lost everytime 

Spent my change on  happiness 
Ill have to deal with all i get 
get me high so i forget 
That i existed in this world called shit

Record Number In Being Depressed

written / performed by @blckbrds @salivagrey
produced by @marrasfall
engineered by @lilsherm187, @tumaggz, Saliva Grey

MYLAR (w/ Saliva Grey)

HAARPER // BLACK CUBE OF SATURN (Prod. HAARPER)

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Lyrics:
I got towers to control 
Got that power on my throne 
Got that power powder 
Generated hours by ya own
It’s the harvest of ya soul
Hit the target like a bull
Now they venerate 
I emanate that sauer to ya skull 

It’s genocide with that fire
And that psi
Got it 825 plus golden eye
Turn em mounds of dead
To a diamond mine 
Brought them hounds now you red
Tank tread where you ly 

Don’t got bars
Gotta multi cell
Multiply my shells
Then I rob that bank
Makin em walk that plank 
Like shank with 
Only one arm
My lead makin paint 

Stomp that rat
Like a motherfuckin stamp
Like an ant
Take em back 
To the camp 
With the baseball bat 
Get slumped with the beam
Where the rest of yo team
Get thrown in the trunk
Get chopped like a tree
Like pop rocks
Boutta pop off
With the sawed off
Molotov drop
From the top
Get caught off guard 
Takin these shells to the yard
Leavin my enemies charred

A24
Put em in the floor
Killing sacred foes 
Make it right
So I kill this dough
Killin my new dough 
Jacket black
Know I rock the coat
Furnace makin smoke 
I’ll make ya choke
And I brought the cult
Surround like a moat

They want control
I ain’t payin no toll
Got that trigga finga itchin 
Now I gotta go roll
Like an oven in the kitchen 
Gotta burn ya soul
Make it burn like coal
Make it burn the whole

Hydro plane
If they runaway 
Ima make it rain
Break yo lane 
I’m on higher planes 
Raising hell with chains 

Uptown
All around
As above
Sow it down

Tell me what you here for

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BLACK CUBE OF SATURN

HAARPER - BLACK CUBE OF SATURN

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Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool
Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool
43 reasons whip yo head with this toolie brah'
42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola'

6666 I'm countin' 24-hunnid
For a sorta hooptie tune it up and make it more haunted
Black pearl paint, grim reaper scribed on door honey 
Rottin' in my basement till the room is lookin more sunny

That's forever bitch, you think you'll see the weather bitch
Not a chance in this hell you can even ask that heather bitch, but
She's a corpse and I don't know what is for
Cut it up, hydrochloric acid spilled all over floor
Yeah scriptz

Etchin' in the skull
Twistin' at the face
Stomach fuckin punctured with a beautiful blade
I'm runnin' out of patience, I'm itchin' for that pain
let my victims never go, they're all lined up in the same
Limb by limb in a bucket that I dumped in the sea

I write a message on the corpse, blood letters with the aim
Scriptz was what I wrote, never forget on my name
Raking enemies for vacancies in hell that they're destined

Pierce the veil now I'm peaking through
(Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool)
Raise to hail all this djinni brood
(Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool)
Build a wall, waking them all, we're beyond your tools
(43 reason whip you head with this toolie brah')
Pullin strings, is their ting, but I channel through
(42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola')

GET BUCK! (feat. TEDDY SLUGZ) [Prod. CLOUDYMANE]

SXMPRA

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