sounds from the underneath

RUN THAT SHIT

RTS feat. Zaank

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If youza punk bitch, listen up:

Quiet down, the boss boutta speak
and word on the street is, “he came from tha undaneath”
knockin boots off ya feet man, he kinda neat
enough to go around so pull up a seat
Yain know bout the power i bestow
i pop and Adderall and my eyes start to glow
and when I’m in that shit, yo, i float like a boat
might open up a store cuz these fools always want some more
don’t get it twisted mane, this kid cuckoo
he prolly fuck with voodoo
you say you know but the never knew you
im finna show em how i do, dude
the rap guru
and if there’s static bitch, im runnin through you
cuz yo
Reid higher than a double jump
i wrote this shit off a bump in 2 minutes and it still slump
Now close ya eyes, and keep that bunk shit behind me
and if you really want it G, you know where I’ll be…

(so where you at?)
I’m in the Eames leaned back (right)
ain’t got a dolla for yo ass, step back
these suckaz new (true)
its like they still got a tag, what’s up with that? i give the game a bubble bath
no matter what they want, ima kick em in the ass, givem a zap
these fools giving me a rash
the illest mofucka ya ever gon’ see
you know who it is so mothafucka come and find me

Oooo this dude a boss,
reachin for the mic like them hoes reachin for his balls, mane he can do it all
I heard them say they seen him floatin through walls
makin the calls, double dippin’ in all the sauce
Affirmative, yain’t heard of this
he always curve a bitch, man this boy don’t ever quit
and now he’s taking down the building you living in
then dig ya out just to peep the fit he did it in
Sick, Nasty
pullin in with a bitch lookin real classy
peep how thick the ass be
off them pills got me feelin greater that the Gatsby
hit the gas, cuz ya ass ain’t ever gonna pass me
Damn straight, now where you tryna play?
i got some bitches mane and they sippin tanqueray
and if you tryna do it, try to do it just like this
im in the kitchen showin these chumps where the spice is

(so where you at?)
I’m in the Eames leaned back (right)
ain’t got a dolla for yo ass, step back
these suckaz new (true)
its like they still got a tag, what’s up with that? i give the game a bubble bath
no matter what they want, ima kick em in the ass, givem a zap
these fools giving me a rash
the illest mofucka ya ever gon’ see
you know who it is so mothafucka come and find me
ya bitch,its ya boy
we back in it
and boy this is just the beginning
DYNAMO whatchu know?
yaint seen this one from a mile away
prolly more
yaint gon see dis shit in store

DYNAMO

STEP BACK! (VOODOO SHIT)

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TERROR REID - STEP BACK! (VOODOO SHIT)

Lead Single from "The Renaissance EP" 
*EP drops on all platforms soon
Upcoming show dates releasing at the end of this month!
Lyrics:
(Chorus)
Who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, i hustle to protect what’s mine
I said who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, you hear this then protect yo mind like
Who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, i hustle to protect what’s mine
I said who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, you hear this then protect yo spine

(Verse 1)
We from the projects with the techs & the nines
& When I hop up in the bitch you know im wrecking the mic (word)
We from the gutta we some heat & them dimes
and when I pop up on yo shawty now im making her mine (what)
You never hustled for a g or a dime
But boy I hustled just to really get some peace to my mind (Uh)
& i dont let the bitches look in my eyes
I put my sneakers on & told her “bitch im living my life” like (Word)

(Chorus)
Who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, i hustle to protect what’s mine
I said who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, you hear this then protect yo spine (I said)
Who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, i hustle to protect what’s mine
I said who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, you hear this then protect yo mind

(Verse 2)
We reppin Rado’ & we making it happen
Buy a motherfuckin ticket come and see us in action (HEARD)
I got the fits like I was studying fashion
shawty told her friend “go get his number bitch you go ask HIM ” (Huh)
And I aint fucking with the lies & the cappin
Get to rappin on the pussies talkin like I was nappin (Never)
Cause you would never catch my crew on the back-end
Burnin rubber down the block I’m never looking for traction (SKRTT)

(Chorus)
Who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, i hustle to protect what’s mine
I said who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, you hear this then protect yo mind like
Who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, i hustle to protect what’s mine
I said who got the style who got the ride?
It’s check mate, you hear this then protect yo spine

Checkmate

beginnings

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WHO DAT?

WHO DAT? (PROD. BY GETTER)

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ayo check this son, im finna wreck this one
fuckin up the game and tuggin on ya necklace hun
it is i, the masked guy who shouldnt be alive
divin head first into a muthafuckin bee hive

so dont look behind ya, cuz reid is always on ya
kidnappin bitches just to cook me some lasagna 
i flip shit sick with a limp wrist kid and pop the lid of this mutha with vvs grin

oh u on one? well bitch im on a hundred
these tablets make me laugh, 
infact i popped a couple caps on my way back to the cabbage patch 
i stay strapped wit fat gat to peel ya cap all the way back 

cuz I ain't got no mutha fucking time to kill 
sittin bitches down servin my dick as they last meal 
always comin with that 123 
yessiry g its me RE to the ID

so fuck everybody and fuck everyone
solving all my problems with a fully loaded hand gun
step into the ring and witness the savages sting
the muthafuckin king claimin thrown once again
fuck everyone and fuck everybody
spending all my time in a shed countin bodies
the masked chrome killa bumpin j dilla
hittin a lick will make u sick ain't nobody illa

i gotcha new chick straight nibblin on my nuts
hit her twitter smack her shitter then i dump in her guts now check it
i got more ammo than rambo and i prefer my eggs scrambled 
got me lit like a candle ill leave ya man handled 

i told u who was next
throwin uppercuts straight at ya chest
the best pest of the west here to project a mess and ingest flesh unless i murder the rest
who woulda guessed it yes terrors possessed kid

ill grab ya adam’s apple til i hear ur throat crackle
i tend to use futuristic weapons during battle 
im posted in the castle eatin princess peaches asshole
but i forgot where i was at lets bring it back yo 

and  turn this shit up cuz it ain't loud enough
bustin out the cut like a overweight cake stripper slut
ill chew u like a tooth pick and steal ya new kicks
don’t catch me red handed bitch 
cuz that’s the hand that i shoot with

FUCK EVERYBODY

FUCK EVERYBODY (PROD. BY GETTER)

TERROR REID - UPPERCUTS (PROD BY GETTER)

FUCK EVERYBODY ~by TERROR REID [soundtake.net]

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it be the animalistic, sadistic, cryptic
mystic with the mega ballistics
check the statistics im stealin ya sisters digits
grippin timid midgets, tippin infinite whippits
sitting back developing cataracts fast 
from all these trash millennial wack rap acts
oh u call ur self a gang bangin thug countin stacks?
and makin racks off ya trash ass raps? bitch relax
we all know u still live at home w both ya folks 
ya neva been poked ya neva fucked those hoes
ya neva even held a gun befo 
silly bitches pretending they whippin shit in they kitchen, well listen
go and find ya daddies shiny gun rack
grab the biggest gat and make it fast before he comes back
good now find out where he keeps the bullets at
youll only need one so don't grab the whole fuckin pack

welcome back to the real deal its the whole meal
i'm the illest mother fucker who won't hesitate to break the seal
stormin tha gates it's back to basics 
i'll let u taste it then peel ya face just face it
cuz i'm the quickest shit since the invention of the wheel
i never fuck w bitches who ain't wearing high heels
so kick back and witness this sickness that is this 
its terror reid up in this, im writing the prescriptions 

find a comfy place where u can sit now
load the clip put it in ya mouth and bite down
but before you go splat, think back to another time 
where mother fuckas actually rhymed and crossed the line
i'm sick of this shit can't understand u wen u spit
but wen i can it's same mutha fuckin subject
“pussy lean backwoods gold chains and xanax”
no one gives a fuck how much u spending on ya amex 
well fuck that shit bitch i'm snorting mutha fuckin anthrax 
i chop it up with a axe kick bakc n relax
ill beat my self w a bat
cuz i'm a maniac i fact 
i'll ask ya fuckin bitch to spit if i want a cum back
matter of fact that's only the half my ill intentions 
i'll teleport to the morgue and have a dead corpse convention
and after that, shit ill hang up my hat
ay to satan if u can hear me dawg, pls call me back

STORMIN THA GATEZ

CRUISIN Feat. Nick Colletti

BAD IN THE BUNCH ft. Top Gr33n (PROD. UNORTHODOX & NOLAN ALBRIGHT)

MUSIC VIDEO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eaIxuJxxm8&feature=youtu.be

DOWNLOAD/STREAM:  https://smarturl.it/buried_alive

LYRICS:

(Reid)
Fuck the Earth Put my dick in the dirt
its terror
straight digging through ya grandmas purse
its the disrespectful lunatic
hes fuckin up the game and shit
strapped with a beam sword cooling off a vicodin
my brain is oozin who am i bruisin?
im choosin to take the loot and
ill strangle you with both hands
then borrow ya stove to make some bomb ass toast before i wet ya folks
ya better bring ya coat

(Eliozie)
Like Eminem im bout to blackout, spazz out
lookin for someone to beat the crap out
whip the ass out
hit the map route then i passed out
off the bath salts eatin asphault in a cash vault
eliozie onto bigger things ointo better things
i got iller dreams life be pleasuring
lots of commas i be measuring like the treasury
people pesterin
ties are severin im busy renderin

(Reid)
so put yo muthafuckin hands all the way to the sky
its reid and eliozie bout to bury you alive
6 feet deep under the street is where you sleep
no other can defeat this discreet meat beatin theif

(Eliozie)
put ya Hands int eh sky if you ready to die
terror reid and eliozie bout to bury you alive
yet another mission he starts the transmission and goes missing
cant find no heart rhythm 

(Reid)
I am not form this planet i did not plan this
go on and make a fucking sandwich
for the banned man in a trash can eatin xans clutchin bands
wearin pink vans as he does the thizzle dance
physically not mentally or spiritually insane ill eat ya brain
with an ice cold glass of lemonade
doin cocaine off a razor blade huffin propane
feelin like a pitcher as im chuckin this grenade mane

(Eliozie)
My brain fried like a hash brown
bitches drop they pants down
like im a king with a damn crown
movin quick i dont ever stand down
ran down five cops
now they yellin man down
oops
i dont really give a shit about them
ima do my shit without them
its astoundin how mutha fuckas
really are surroundin so i drown them
in a fountain now im climbin mountains shoutin 
fuck them

(Reid)
so put yo muthafuckin hands all the way to the sky
its reid and eliozie bout to bury you alive
6 feet deep under the street is where you sleep
no other can defeat this discreet meat beatin theif

(Eliozie)
put ya Hands int eh sky if you ready to die
terror reid and eliozie bout to bury you alive
yet another mission he starts the transmission and goes missing
cant find no heart rhythm

BURIED ALIVE

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BURIED ALIVE FEAT. ELIOZIE

VIDEO
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ELIOZIE & TERROR REID - KRYLON

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LYRICS:

(Terror Reid & Pouya)

Man, wassup?
It's Terror Reid, Pouya (Yuh, bitch)
408, 305
Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride

[Terror Reid]
I was born with the mind of a madman
Understand Terror pushin' dust like a fan
Goddamn you just found out that I'm the man? where you been at?
I get more head than a snapback cap
It's been like that since way before we bounced back
We snatching diamonds out the glass and we sell 'em right back
Fuck around and get jacked, nah, you can't have it back
The vanilla villain, always keep his train on the tracks
So gimme da cheese, hit the flo, Reid all up in ya hoe
Bust the four-five, nosedive, you ain't make it out the doe
Now we standing toe-to-toe, but I can't stand a filthy hoe
You ain't about this life so check yoself and get ghost
Oh, he ain't know?
I curl hoes toes with my flavor blasted flows
About enough dough to make a ocean explode
This ain't a joke, I ain't a TV show host
With the 305, demon doin' the most
And while we on the subject, you fuckin' with a suspect
He frontin' that we know that we fuck 'em up in public
He probably off that Prozac, swingin' from my ballsack
Just got the .9 shined, bitch made, and you don't want that
You can't rap like me, mofucka, I just started
Comin' to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed
So lemme pass it off to the OG trendsetta
Microphone shredda (Yuh), y'all mothafuckas betta (Yuh)

[Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me
(Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me)
Follow me, follow me
I could show you everythang you was supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

[Pouya]
You don't want me to bring it back to my old ways
It's always my way, baby, all-day
It's my day today, I'm playin' with the AK (Brr, brr)
Got the .40 clappin' broad day like "A Bay Bay" (A Bay Bay)
I'm feelin' myself, forty thousand on the felt
I gotta problem, can somebody give me help?
Better yet a belt, see me hangin' from my ceiling fan
No, I can't be yo Superman 'cause I can't save myself
Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers thinkin' they slick
They quick to lick the dick, they jumpin' ship-to-ship, no loyalty
Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil
Got me jumping over backwards like Evel Knievel
Let me die like Elvis, where I feel my safest
I just pray the opposition don't find where the safe is
My bitches don't get fed until they bring me bread
How many rappers in my city really want me dead?
Hate turnin' to jealousy, then it turn into bullets
I look my enemy in the eye, yelling "Pussy, just pull it"
You 'bout that? I doubt that, I took yo baby mama straight to outback
And blew her fuckin' back out, I'm 'bout that

[Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me
Follow me, follow me
I could show you everythang you was supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

(Terror Reid)
Uh, yo, HOT VODKA
Pouya, Reid
In this bitch, uh

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(I don't know dude, ship it)
(Ship it dog, I ain't got time for that shit, let's go uh)
(Once again
My shit's low
Turn it up
Reid in the cut)

They don't be calling me Terror for nothin'
I'm always up to something
I'm bumpin' lines in a 4 doe, slumpin'
Dunkin' on punks who tryna throw me off
Try to show me off acting like we tight
They wanna jack me off
But here's the thing
I make it loud 'til they ears ring
This game yang so I must be the ying
Grab my thingy-thing
Pass it to the left and now we giggling
Toes tingling I'll start mingling
Off top like mysterio
Really lyrical
Terribly hysterical
I make 'em soggy like cereal
Here we go bitch crack it open
I'm rollin' up a doobie, hockin' loogies while I'm smokin'
Yolkin'
Yo I think yo thing broken
Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open
I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it
I never practice
Hand me a mic and I'll attack it
Samurai moves that make ya neck turn elastic
I jack the keys to your hatchback and crash it
Dustin' off my tee like you'll never believe
I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree

You think you clever on the mic bitch?
Say no mo'
My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it
Say no mo'
Throw ya hands, I'll throw mine
Catch you frontin' for the last time
I'ma blast ya ass into the past time
You got a man that need a chin check?
Say no mo'
Light 'em up like a cigarette
Say no mo'
I got the ice and the gold the cash flow and the clothes
But it still ain't enough yo I need some mo'

(I really do)
(Let it ride
Let it ride out 'til it dry out)

Well how it be, what it do? Yeah fool I'm looking at you
I been in it for a minute, can't limit what I do
So what's the deal? Disintegrating mics is my skill
I'm off a couple pills I just can't stay still
For real
And while I'm at it lemme grab the cash out da reggi
My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy
My mind constantly makin' nonsense
Processing what I want it's Reid in the gauntlet
The best yet, I dress wet no necklace
I'm blessed wit a style that's straight reckless
Punk say it with ya chest you know I'm next
You can keep ya bloody check
Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta
Bust yo medulla oblongata
Underground warlord jumpin' out a choppa
I never stoppa
It only take one shot to make your head poppa
I got tha
Jumbo prawns, the brains and the brawns
Rest in peace Big L yo
I gotta put it on
Like I said before y my shit go
Like wheels on the track ya ain't even know
Say no mo'

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