👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🔥  this song makes my skin crawl!!👊🏻👹

LYRICS:

Keep my name up out yo mouth better keep that head down watch the ground 

Imma never get involved in all that petty shit 
Don’t fuck around 

Tryna be the best but I guess I’m like the rest my soul go south 

Triple six can’t fuck with this 
Wanna bark like a dog get bit by the hound 

Pussy mothafucka talk shit 
On the kid 
Tell me why the mothafuckas wanna be so big 
With the keyboard clicks 
And the ego fix 
Put the black fit on imma let shit rip like 
Put em in a six foot grave 
Rest in piss better get em out the way 
I don’t wanna play 
But I keep on creating the ways that I make it to every goal that I made 

Bitch I really really be feeling like I am Jason 
Put em in a coffin with the blood up in the basin 
I don’t give a fuck another one, basic 
Bodies in the basement 
They don’t wanna face it 

Uh 
And I’m back in this bitch 
Brand new track 
Black cap 
In the fit 
They cannot fathom the work I put in to be part of this shit 
No chains on the kid 

No chains on the kid 
Never gon change 
Don’t wait on it bitch 

I don’t want fame 
No name 
Till I’m dead 

Keep one face 
Same face 
To the end 

Wonder why the trust runnin paper thin 
Worlds unjust play safe wanna win 

Tryna stay sane 
Never stable again 
When they label a man 
Can’t escape 
Not a way to advance 

Not a way to advance 
I don’t ever wanna be anotha mothafucka stuck up in a trance 
Imma talk back 
Till they wanna put me in the back of a black Cadillac and leave my body in a bag 
In the bottom of the god damn sea 

Aint nobody really wanna let me be me 
Imma see you underneath 

Curb all your misery suffer invisibly 
Fuck everybody and thing 

Keep my name up out yo mouth better keep that head down watch the ground 

Imma never get involved in all that petty shit 
Don’t fuck around 

Tryna be the best but I guess I’m like the rest my soul go south 

Triple six can’t fuck with this 
Wanna bark like a dog get bit by the hound

HOLY SMOKES! (Prod. SXMPRA)

Lyrics:

Chronically a chronic toker
Down for whatever 
Word to my mother
I’ll kill motherfuckers
Never a pushover 
But I push triggers 
If you burn me
send your soul to wherever 
Drop you to the ground
with a couple rounds
Then one to the head 
So you’re headed underground
euthanize you 
just like the dog pound
5150
I Don’t fuck around


I can be the nicest motherfucka you have ever met
Or the last person you see 
before ems
They say an eye for eye 
A tooth for a tooth 
But if you hurt those I love 
They won’t ever find you
I’d Rather be tried by 12 
Then carried by six 
Just here to enjoy my cannabis and 
the shit show that life is
So I sit back and flick my bic

WHATEVER (PROD. BLXXDMAGE)

A HOCKEY MASK AND A REAL BAD ATTITUDE (feat. TEDDY SLUGZ)

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)

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

LYRICS---

Bitch I feel like an insomniac the way I hit that peak uh
Problematic tendencies I put you on the radar
Razor blade I slice it up and then I drain ya
Rev don't cum from the hoes I can replace ya x2

Bitty Bye (uuhh)Bitch fuckin with a bunk bag
REVY with the stains I hit your bitch and then she buss back
Blow Back (uuhh)you ain't fuckin with the drip
C4 Man Down smoke em like a pit
God damn
shawty lookin like she never got her fix
Imma give it to her straight she like the way I always hit
Nevar miss Never die give her dick then she cry
What the fuck you think i'm doing? Stick a strip up in my eye
Sideways step a hoe and crack it like a windpipe 
Duck em to the the grave I seal your fate and it don't feel right
God Damn a bitch who talking shit I let the whip ride
Psych med push a fuckin gram I got my wrist tied up

"ayo... this kinda hard..."
"Bitch shut the fuck up, Get the fuck outta here. Yo Dre!"
"Wassup ?"
"gimme a phonky ass bassline"

B B Bitch you said you got it but you don't I got that Packa Packa
Bitch you said you got it but you don't I got that Packa Packa
And Imma pack it like a pipe bomb baby imma, 
Imma pack it like a pipe bomb x2

"do you believe in God?"
"yes."
"well that's too bad..."

PIPE BOMB(prod. GLOOMYMIND)

Cover: https://soundcloud.com/blckbrds

Spotify Link: https://open.spotify.com/album/4cfNB66rLSSPO2hRvR02as?si=Cukqh6PLQ9iuRXZyXbhNfg

AUTOBAHN (feat. Mvko)

Mantis

Tell a mothafucka that I’m ready to go 

I’m like an AK 
Bust through the top of ya dome 

I never really give a fuck I tell em watch ya tone 

You alone oh no 
Feel the crackle of bones 
I 
Creep out the crevices located deep in the 
Darkest of pits in my mind 

tryna find time to rewind 
I might find a night light 
Never really wanted to be me 
But I fight 

Aye 

Pussy mothafucka do ya really wanna be the one to wind up in a grave 

Think I better find a way to take away the pain 

Imma never be the same I guess I’ve fucked up my brain 

I am the catalyst 
They cannot fathom it 
Damagin systems 
They struggle to handle it 

Fight with my mind but I’m managing 
Take another shot 
Bitch I’m faded as hell again 

Ride round town with the lights out 
Imma let em down aint nobody wanna fight now 
Bitch I’m fuckin foul 
Tell a pussy better pipe down 
Chains stay bound 
Steady barkin im a night hound 
You ain’t ever seen another one like me 
Bitch it’s Fuck a rolly got a plain white tee 
I don’t go outside bitch I just make beats 
Got a bag 
Now I’m bad 
And they all want a piece 

Bitch I spit venom rip ya mothafuckin throat 
Every second rapper tryna be the fuckin goat 
I be fighting demons I be fighting with a rope 
Ain’t No mothafuckin time for an ego let it go 

Let it go 
Bitch 
Twenty to ya dome 

Fuck everybody I’m Creepin out outta mothafuckin catacombs 
Imma be the creature in the corner of ya room 

Under the bed I be crawling upon the walls 
Fuck what you thought you knew 

I got this ink up in my skin 
I guess I’m banned from heaven 

But when I die I know my brothas gonna point to heaven 

I don’t really fuck with six I’d rather stick to seven 

You triple it and live your life exactly as you said it

WATCH YA TONE! (Prod. SXMPRA)

A collection of songs that I have compiled over a month or so, enjoy.

LYRICS:

Wake up in a ditch 
With some blood on my kicks 

Liquor by my body 
And I can’t feel shit 

Blood on my lips 
Few cuts on my wrist 
And my Brand new shirt 
Full of dirt fuck this 

Pull myself up 
I am the enemy 
Stop with fuckery 
You ain’t no friend of me 

Evil embodied is what I was meant to be 

Anti to everything 

Gripping the dirt I can feel my self frail I’m weakened by every time I have failed to recognise I can control any aspect of life that I like if it bothers me I will not hide 

Takin a fuckin blade up in my spine
Look up at my face and tell me am I doin fine  
I cannot seem to be one with the demons a feeling I fear I will never describe 

You don’t wanna be another mothafucka layin in the bottom of sea or takin a swing up in a tree I’m thinkin of every time I coulda woulda put a fuckin bullet in the book of everything that I be callin my dreams 

I guess I’m 
Tired of all of theses fuckas that can’t seem keep my name outta they mouth 

Bitch I never beat around a bush I tell a pussy what I’m bout and I won’t ever give a fuck about a thang called clout  

Nowhere to run I got nowhere to call my home
None of these mothafuckas hit my phone 

I don’t wanna walk on this road alone 
Blood on my shoes now there’s blood in the snow

SNOW

A collection of songs that I have compiled over a month or so, enjoy.

LYRICS:

Talkin to the gods and I got one wish 

Everybody die young I don’t wanna jump ship 

You don’t know mothafucka don’t be jumpin so quick 

Don’t be runnin with the numbers they don’t wanna see you win 

Hold that grudge bitch v fo vendetta 
Clever with the set up now I get to be better
Now they wanna be me cos I make it look easy 
I be steezy keepin eatin all these rappers never let up 

Kill it like a villain imma sit upon the ceilin when I’m spittin got a milli lyrics rippin I’m givin it imma 
misfit 

Ill shit 

I don’t really feel this 

Knife in my spine 

Turn up on me with quickness 
Aye 

Never fuckin with with the business 
Money be the one to cause a mothafuckin sickness 

Kill another brotha for the money gotta quit this 

Bills AINT shit 
When 
A man ain’t livin 

Aye 
Aye 
Aye 
Aye 
Aye
Aye 

People stay killin eachother for nothin and nothin will stop em from grippin the K 

Bang 

Fuck it I’m stayin away 
Keepin it underground fuck all the main 
Stay lowkey
Till I proceed 
To the trophy 
Never hold me 
better watch closely 

Aye aye aye aye aye 
I’ll never fade 
I’ll never fade
I see my fate As clear as day 
No more to say 
I guess I’m made this way 

So walk away 
So walk away 
Walk away 
I got no more to say 
I guess I’m made this way 
I guess I’m made this way 

Made this way 
I guess I’m made this way x2
Made this way 
I guess I’m made this way x2

MISFIT

https://www.songkick.com/artists/10253084-sxmpra

just another rap song (prod. ISVVC)

SXMPRA

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