prolly the last one in a while cause i grew tired of this genere

IGs:
@missingfactxr
prod. @prod.takizawa
art: @mynameisnickg

Lyrical masterpiece
Part1:

Im that motherfucker cut throat
Rippin out your vertebrae
Bitch, I Catch a fuckin body 
Mentain proper etiquette 

Keep that bade tucked in my pocket
Ion keep it for display
Bitches try to be the players
Factxr gonna get em played

leavin nothin but the carcasses
Turning my problems to bodies, bitch
Murder so fine call it masterpiece
Livin in ignorance, call it bliss

When imma die imma not have a halo
Under the radar, cause i always lay low
All of them mad but i am gettin paid tho
I get them silent when i pull my draco
 
Try to run or hide
But im already at your window
Everyday the same
I Feel like im stuck in a limbo
Your life aint got meaning
Goin everywhere the wind blow
Do my do and mind my business
Cause i keep it simple

Bitch I drop down in the cut
im causin mass hysteria
Better keep it quiet
If im roamin in your area

Let them underestimate
Cause i know i am superior
Rippin bongs before my classes
Need that fuckin indica

Part 2:

Take no disrespect
Im Blowin up like a hand grenade
Bitch i got my own thing
All you do is fuckin replicate

Its a shame
How you fuckers be so lame, mane
Posted with the gang
We turn up, we hall of fame

Break you like kit kat
walkin in big steps
Murk a fuckin body
Finna turn em in the past tense
got that motherfuckin blade
I keep it in my pocket 
All these bitches want me
Cause i know im fucking charming

Gotta lock my demons
Always keep them confined
You dont wanna fuck with me
I tell em, you can die then
Motherfucker, wanna get on
My level, keep trying
Pop back in the scene
And imma go and kill the silence

And im back in this bitch
Got the choppa on me
Only speak what you mean
I ain’t like what youve seem
Got the glock in the back
And my blade up on me
For them drugs im a fiend
Burn at a million degrees
Imma lay in the back
Of the car hella faded
My goons in the front
They remind me i’ll make it
Im hella sedated
So imma just take it
Im chillin with lucifer
Shout out to Satant

I got big stacks, Full mags
Only spittin straight fax
Imma leave their body
Rottin inside of a fish tank
Fuck that, Stay mad
You know im never lookin back
Hit them fucking harder
Than a motherfucking heart attack

Derogatory. (p. Takizava)

Delightful track

Follow me on ig @missingfactxr
Produced by @rulz.on
Artwork by @kid_squeeze

Lyrics:

Walk around the block
Them bitches, ready to get bucked
Trigger finger itchin
You might end up gettin shot

Choppa loaded up
Im gonna take it for a walk
Used to be the laughing stock
Now they ridin my cock

Ten toes down to the concrete
If walkin like a zombie
Gonna let the hounds feast
On yo body, if you try me

I be in the backseat
Never fucking cross me
Outside smokin indo
Like motherfuckin junkie

When i see you, Its on sight
Leave them bodies out to dry
Switchin lanes up in this game
Cause i got millions on my mind

Im in the parkin lot Im smokin
on some shit you’ll never try
If they wanna fuck with me they’ll
Meet the sharp side of my knife

Yeah i keep my blade tucked
Yeah im boutta spark up
Rollin up my wood
Lay back and I turn to a rasta

Yeah you know i slaughter
Thorw you in the gutter
White T on him, Paint it red
like its a fuckin canvas

Verse 2:

aint no way
I swing my blade
Got pretty chains
Hang from my neck
Im in the game

My KDA so fine
I bet
They envy me
And now they
Wanna see me dead
Up in a grave
They cant be saved

Got the best weed?
I can 10 fold that
You are gonna get hit
With a baseball bat
Don’t Stab me in the back
I ain’t fond of that
Imma Hit em so hard
Like a Heart attack

Im Gonna run it back,
a thousand laps
Im Smokin up my wood,
till my lungs collapse
Imma get my guap,
that shit ain’t taxed
And they wanna catch my ass,
but i cant be tracked

All my goons in the back
They watchin
Chillin around with the devil
Puffin
Im in the cut, with yo bitch
Whats poppin
We gonna put them
Inside a coffin

more you fuck around
The more you’ll find out
Got it on lock, bitch
Never going down

Gotta get my bag,
i ain’t here to fuck around
I don fuck w most of y’all
Cause y’all can’t get my sound

I dont take disrespect
Put my blade right trough yo neck
Shove him down, in a bag
Fuck yo crew, cause you ain’t gang

On the hunt, in the streets
Stayin low cause we discrete
Never fuck, with my team
Or we put you 6 feet deep

Spotify!

RUCKUS (p. Rulz On)

Ig:
the one and only @missingfactxr
featuring/artwork: @spiiral_
produced by @rulz.on

Factxr:

Lets keep it a buck!
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain’t nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens yeah
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace,
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

they in the need to see doctors
When i am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked it
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Spiiral:

put aside your forgotten means
got no time for lobotomies
i’ve been doing reconnaissance
and there’s nothing inside of me

been unlucky as of lately
feeling so hazy
black cat crazy
yuh, ay

put the foot to the floor
watch out now i’m hitting the dash
don’t hang round me, leave silently
no cos you’ll never last

going too fast, amphetamine
feel it deep down there’s hell in me
reaper watching, too loco
now this is my epitaph

locked deep down in the grave won’t find me
ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
souls exposed to the light, unkindly
in the quicksand, you’ll stay untimely

demise i relight this war
bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
decline i feel like i’m lost
saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh

SPOTiFY

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

Instagrams:
written, performed and mixed by @missingfactxr
prouction by @prodsphynx
art by @_.mikitzu._
mastered by @orgetplus

This is one of the tracks of all time. My first track post employment.
I haven't been as consistent as i want to, i drop a track once in a blue moon, but they'll keep coming eventually. Makin music literally the only thing that fulfills my soul

Lyrical masterpiece:

Neva take no shit for granted
Know the Factxr do most
Imma keep on passin limits
Bitch don’t care about no cost

Catch me slidin down yo block
I keep the pack uncover
They can’t hear a thing from us
I think the smoke is talkin louder

Why you tryna intervine
You mess with my operation
You don’t know no shit, lil bitch
I like to keep em guessing

Factxr on some based shit
Stoked to fuckin blaze it
got all kinds of intel
I know every move you makin

I be chuffin on a pack
It got me feanin for some more
Everybody wanna smoke this shi
But they don’tf wanna roll

Rather keep my circle small
Don’t give no fuck about no score
Keep my peace of mind 
And always aimin for some more

I get my bread up and the feds out
Perfect picture, 
this my setup not a setback
 Know the difference

I can flip the script
I could get you gone with a sentence
Stray off from yo path
And you might feel an evil presence

Mister mischief when its go time
Get my bag and then i dip
Boy im mystic with the ways
I swing my blade and do it quick

I can make em disappear
Factxr do a magic trick
Claim you ain’t a pussy
But you actin like a dick

Bitch i mix my spell in silence
Ain’t a chance you’ll get my spice
Many motherfuckets tried
And now they beggin for they lifes

Try to Play a stupid game, and now you’ll
Get yo fucking prize
You surprised, thought you had it
Notice bullets touch yo spine

In the meantime i stay fresh as fuck
And causing trouble
Start to fuckin rumble
Turn a fuckboy in a puddle

Swearvin down the ally
Got no time to dilly dally
Betta relocate
Cause we got yo fuckin addy

Twist it up and stuff it good
Smoke them trees up in the woods
Ain’t a thing out there
That can fuck up my vibe

Way i spit is dubious
Got em askin “who he is”
Its that mystic motherfucker
Creepin by

NO COST. (p. Sphynx)

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