LYRICS:

(Look how i produce a banger on the dope, Goddamn motherfucker, how the fuck can i not boast? Hold up wait motherfucker, we gon' make your speakers roast, huh damn what the fuck i build a beat and it go woah now!)

(Let him cook bro, let him cook)

Look how i produce a banger on the dope, Goddamn motherfucker, how the fuck can i not boast? Hold up wait motherfucker, we gon' make your speakers roast, huh damn what the fuck i build a beat and it go woah now!
What you talking about?
This 808 be blaring loud
I be stuck on the couch
This joint my own, don't pass around
Bitch i switch up the sound
Got different vibes by the amount
Bitch this just a new round
Of me that's doing this shit proud
What you know 'bout underrated?
I know lots while staying faded
If i don't got a strap, motherfuckers getting bladed
Motherfuckers might get punched too, hit 'em with the one two
Shit is not my fault because they do it to themselves, fool
I don't know what's up with you, but i'm working bitch 
I do not go out the stu
Hella dope, man shit
Right now got nothing to do
Except just kicking it on beats, i'm going crazy times two
I do what i want, out the way, let me dunk
On em too, give a fuck what you said, bitch it's true
Bitch i do what i do
We got nothing to do
Not with you or them fools
I got dope in my shoe

(Aye i got some dumb ass bars for you right now)

I just got done fucking shawty 3 times in a row aye
That lil bitch, she a freak and thats for sure
getting outta pocket in this bitch and i dont know
what you fucking heard 'bout me?
cause motherfucker that shit old
but i still kinda agree with it tho
Idgaf motherfucker, thats me you hoe
motherfucker shut the fuck up you a hoe
idgaf you not my bro
pull up with the stick and imma let that mothafucka blow
leaking on that blood, mothafucka talk that crud
motherfucker getting beat up, he get beat up like a bug
this that shit that stayin stuck
getting crunk and getting buck
i ain't even started yet but still i'm on a run 




WOAH NOW!

Lyrics:

  you do it for fame, ain’t matching the caine, get turned to a stain, you ain’t matching the pay rate

as we candy flip in the back of this candy paint, yah, I feel like a saint, this two cup pain might fries my brain 

as I write down what I cant explain as whip this pain through the astral plane, as we smoking this strain, she’s changing up her mind frame,

this ain’t what you want mane, as I’m give her gut pain, I numb her face just like my name was novocaine, she leaking all over my plain jane, she saying she love me as I’m making her eyes glaze, yah, she want me all in her veins, she begging me babe, she seeing the reign, she seeing a gain, just something to obtain

cause you know it’s Sunni mane, I spit  with fire of the eternal flame, deep inside of your brain, you go insane, I light you up like a holiday, you fried your up trynna match this cane, It’s fair to say that we are not the same, cause I’m the controller and you playing the game 

now it’s deep inside of my membrane, it hit like a hurricane, as my heart begins to race, as these hallucinations they spread just like a plague, inside of my mainframe, I start to speak things like a distant savor, as everything dissipates inside of my mental

hallucinogen (prod. LV*RK & Lil Bucksta)

PROD CROWS PEAK

LYRICS:
I’M FEELING MY MIND IS SO GONE 
I CAN NO LONGER EVER JUST REST 
I’M FEELING THIS PRESSURE AROUND ME 
THE HANDS OF PALE DEATH GOT A GRIP AND IT’S SQUEEZING MY LUNGS 
THE TASTE OF THE BLOOD, RESIDES ON MY TONGUE 
I’M FEELING MY BLOOD START TO SLOW.
MY EYES HAVE GONE BLANK IT’S ALL VISUAL SNOW.
AS I TRY TO ACCEPT THAT’S IT’S MY TIME TO GO 
I’M STILL, HOLDING-ON-TO-WHAT’S-LEFT.
AIN’T REALLY MUCH I CAN DO.
I STEP OFF THE EDGE.
I FALL INTO DARKNESS
I SEEN IT SURROUNDING THE THRONE 
THE VISION I HAVE IN MY HEAD
I CAN TELL FOR A WHILE THAT, I’VE BEEN TOO FAR GONE.
MAYBE THIS ALL JUST A DREAM.
MAYBE THIS TORMENT IS ALL JUST A SCENE
BUT THE PAIN IS TOO REAL.
A CURSE PUT UPON ME IT’S BROKEN ITS SEAL
AND I CANNOT REVERSE 
AND SINCE MY BIRTH I’VE BEEN PLAGUED OF THESE  BLASPHEMOUS VISIONS.
AS I HALLUCINATE I CANNOT SEPERATE WHAT IS REALITY AND WHAT I’VE INTERNALIZED 
AIN’T NO ETERNAL LIFE LIVE IN THE DEPTHS 
AS I KNOW WHERE I BELONG.
A SINNER NO CHANCE OF REDEMPTION 
SUFFOCATE ASHES ARE FILLIN MY LUNGS 

I CANNOT BE SAVED I’M TOO FAR OFF THE DEEP END.
LEAVE ME IN THE CREEK. LET ME LIVE AMONGST THE LEECHES.
SO WORTHLESS, JUST A PEASANT.
THE LIGHT HAS NEVER SHINED UPON.
SUCCUMB TO THESE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.
SEND ME TO MY HOME

IM TOO FAR OFF THE DEEP END

hey bitch

US75 [prod. SPHYNX]

KILL YOURSELF PT. VI

TAKE MY TIME

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B U Y

AUTOGATIC (NUTHIN' BUT A PUNK ASS BITCH)

MOONMOB
DOOMSHOP
BAKER SC: @baker-beatz
HYDRA SC: @hydramane615

BAKER + FLIP + HYDRA MANE - REDRUM [prod. SANI]

Produced, mixed and mastered by DJ Akoza

Lyrics- 

Yo your breath is kickin
Cause you been spittin bullshit
Ima come through take your life and make you check the raw shit
Come through take your wife and then give her the raw dick
My rhymes is caustic producing fumes that be toxic
Ima take more breath up outta your chest than a dropkick
Leave you a Victim in Pain like a Front that’s Agnostic
So what the cost is 
For the right price I’ll have you lost or just unconscious
So keep it cautious
Ya’ll some faggots
Really doin the most
Lookin evil but you pussy like you playin for Ghost
You not nice as Sean Price but the brokest rapper I know
The right hook will have you shook leavin your orbital swole
Puffin your chest give it a rest I bet you wish you had your vest
Now you unprotected like gettin burned from raw sex
My sixteens pristine I’m takin my respect
You ain’t gotta be flexin when you really cashin checks

KILL YOURSELF PT. VI

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