-CROW$WORD- ''Dread & Freight''

Nizari
I crush mother fuckers
Yeah...I just dust mother fuckers
Abominable abomination conquerin the matrix
The synagoge of satan flagrant within the fakeness
Maskin our faces to make it to take it
Blade rip on the vinyl scratch like jason
On a sick bender like the atkins tex watson
Flex often rising from coffins coughin
Staggering backwards you get blasted off of a ladder
and turned into black matter
Attack in patterns unknown 
patterns to smoke you like shatter
and send em to saturn within the forces
of quartered horses and torches lit
within the forest of horus
showcasing my swordsmanship
Torturing torturers with no command or ordinance
the orderless get boredom quick
their brains I am forced to pick
I flourish within a group of the flourishless
Then order men to take me to where your storage is
usurping a virgin cause 
im urgin for a bitch who was born again
I hate yall waste yall with the same hatred of adolf

SWORDSMAN OF SATURN

The blood splatter the walls
I battle you all 
Until I'm one of the ones
Illest rapper under the sun
When my tongue has begun
Chin check a pussy
For the recognition
Hit the switch ignition
Leave em flinchin twitchin
My knife is inchin into
Your vertabrae I'm absurd today
With the word play 
Let my verbs spray like a AK
Hollering out mayday 
Level switch and flay with the blade
Epidermal contact bomb back
With the same rage that saddam had
Conflict I am on that
Got em all mad

Blood shed death and crime
Tell me who is next in line
Flex and you'll be the next to die

Movin like the aurora witnessin horror
The explorer of the expedition
Take you out of your hood extradition
Using this dillinger like john booth
If I start throwin hands
You'll spit out your tooth
I'm uncouthe unleadeaded out the zoo
Unchallengable devour you and split you in two
Rippin you fools tippin the scales
Smokin a bail throwin a flail 
Writing cursive in braile
Sippin out of a grail
Givin em all hell
I'm all well as well
They won't live to tell the tale
Got the hammer clickin on em
Like a nail  

Blood shed death and crime
Tell me who is next in line
Flex and you'll be the next to die

In my right hand I hold the fucking cooker
In my left hand I'm abdulla the butcher
Leaving more than a suture 
Coin peddler drug pusher
Treason against the state
The executioner like Charles I

Charles I

Jus Allah x Samuel Vincent x Nim Rodel

Beat/Mix/Master - Nim Rodel

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"AN EVIL PLACE" - Spooky Underground Boom Bap Beat (Prod. Yeti x Iron Mike Sharp)

The Cookbook, officially skipping "Throwaways" and "HydRas" as the next project completed.
Written and recorded in a little under a week, in my room.

Musical Philosophy

Watch Where You Walk

ChalkBorg

This beat is not a DJ OG Style beat. 

It is Hot Razors (Instr.) by Evil Dead, Jus Allah, and GZA. 

Real Heat

Assaulting You

“I'm a Beast of the Ancients”
Hip-Hop Artist | Hedonist | Human
⚔️ UNLEASH THE SWARM MIXTAPE - OUT NOW ⚔️

Currently:

Questioning Authority

Pending Finalization:

[EP: PolitiTrash (WIP)]
[Album: HR]
[???]
Singles: x8 
Coming soon...



Complete:
ignorant shit/court jester
arrogant annotations
The Cookbook
singles x4

End Transmission.

Music Super Producer. Creds: Jägermeister, Replicon Radio Awards Producer Of The Year 2023, Jarren Benton, Chris Rivers, Oswin Benjamin, Paranoah, & More

"Art is my first language, and I'll speak it in any dialect I choose."

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"I wear my camo tracksuit without the attitude
walkin' through the so-called bad hood I gotta thought of food
enter: the Diner while I'm wasted like a motherfucker but it's all good
fair enough & I think to myself this about damn right it's a quarter to twelve I'm ready for the second half
here sitdown have a laugh within me sippin' on some caffeïni My first GF, I used to call her Mini:)
Just because she was 7 years young than me These days I tend to think how it can be
She ain't a friend o' me - She ride around witta former homie & I still can't see any vacancy
I keep it vague & free this external memory in the back of my mind I'll always have to look behind
if I am by any chance free, potentially; I'll get me another girl except if this can't be
that is actually the end of me which is a tendency to conclude over lattitude when I can't see
The evil, That men be - So do not offend me - The Guardians of the Galaxy? It ain't exactly charming if it fits any sorta text from me - picture perfect & da Boy Tommy"

- CROW

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