ALL PROCEEDS GO TO MYTHIC AND HIS CAMP, MUCH LOVE TO THE PHONK COMMUNITY

CREEPSHOW EP (PROD. MYTHIC)

WINTER WEDNESDAYS EP

Give a fuck bout a come up
I could be lowkey forever as long as the money still run up
Sundown to sun up
Ride off the benzo, my 9 got extendo 
The clip hold a hunnid
Talk like I'm not up
I bring the heat year round, you niggas just hot for the summer
Do this for my brothers
Can't say I made it if all of my niggas still live in the gutter

Lock up the basement
I'm coming straight outta Hell, wanna hit me, I post the location
Stop with the faking
Internet killas be tripping, they hitting the rock in rotation
Yall think I made it
Really these rappers be too dumb to trap, they flow too basic
Niggas need lasik
Can't see what I'm bout
Yall in a drought, my money still raining
Uh
(0:41)
Iceman Tech
It's O with the Os and tabs on deck
Bows of that dro when I cash my check
She wan go throw it back, im blessed
Money my mission, my bitch and my mistress
I take em out two at a time when I flex
I'm never pressed
Keeping shit groovy, uzi
Shoot that bitch up like a vet
Water on me, yeah im off the drip
Look at my walk, like a pimp with a limp
I think these racks starting to weigh me down
I'm making it just as fast as I can spit
I'm on attack, so they hate me now
Keep it a stack till they lay me down
Real G nigga from the 410
.44 might blow on yo block Blaow


Give a fuck bout a come up
I could be lowkey forever as long as the money still run up
Sundown to sun up
Ride off the benzo, my 9 got extendo 
The clip hold a hunnid
Talk like I'm not up
I bring the heat year round, you niggas just hot for the summer
Do this for my brothers
Can't say I made it if all of my niggas still live in the gutter

Onna Come Up Remix

Prod. Sugiwa

Colder breezes blowing through the streets
Feeling so defeated
Known for keeping bows of weed and snow
Flipping dope for Jesus
 Flow elitist
Poetry when I tote the heater
 Iceman on your block, literally holding Egypt
 Silence tend to make the world uncomfortable
 I fill the void with spilling noise for a buck or two
They'll never really fuck with you till you live like the Huxtables
Money changed a few in my group, they became insufferable
 Hater mentality, really just blame my salary
Messages of these insufficient funds keep harassing me
Im mad at me, glad for you
Birkin bags and flashy coupes 
Niggas never had a clue, til a Glock aiming right at you
 Big heart, but my soul inanimate
Train wreck, rip my brain apart daily, still withstanding it
So you could never damage it
Dare you demons, I'm adamant
Unanimous decision, my scripture is known as sacrament


Live right being dead wrong
(x3)
Till I'm dead and gone, till I'm dead and gone


FROSTBITE

And We smoking potent, holding up Metropolis 
Told my opps that im the one, that there ain't no stopping this
Maybe you could watch it, maybe try to fucking copy it
But these niggas counterfeit, there aint such thing as rocking this
Cop that, cold bottle, smooth jazz real
Got that, role model, new dad feel
Cause I'm sonning niggas all the way to Nashville 
Blast steel doors with the fire from my last kill
Merked onna beat 
I get berserk when I peep
These worthless smirking lurking chumps think that they deserve to be seen
Overlook your whole presence, like I dont believe in Christmas 
Took your girl out with a whirl, these rappers getting dismissed
Gave that lil bitch the big bang
Like I came and I hopped out the Benz truck
Young MJ with the six rings
But the .357 done been tucked
Surrounded by only the realest
Im with Triple Play, I'm with SJ
I'm with DA, I'm with Big Tre, and you know that them Niggas my eses
96 until I split
55 to fly
Too busy for myself 
Richie Rich
Diamonds in the sky
Burning earth
I'm the reason you always on the run
Pleased to meet ya
The reaper gon greet ya and he got a gun ho



Prod. Emune & Tusken

TheReaperGotAGun

Prod. Sugiwa

Dalai Lama how I lead the clique
But my peace with clips
DJ Drama, peep the hits
 Holiday season shit
 They said to eat the rich but plead the fifth
Fuck it cause none ya would trade the fame to treat the world like we was equals bitch
Gimme a thousand, I could feed the block
Gimme a million, public housing to pavilions, ain't no need for cops
Till millimeter pop, thought I was a quick lick
Keep that, 44 pound on me like a discus
 Tossing weight around ya city nigga throw me a lob
6 Ps when it touch down, young Randy Moss
Mexican Marlon Mack with a quarter up in the back
Minute you thought you have time, right when they attack

This Christmas, I'm wishing you won't get me shit
Not a chain, not a watch, mine don't even tick
Already rocking ice, my soul like a boulder
Black Snow when I walk, give you the coldest shoulder

My ribcage a Frigidaire
Love can barely fit in here
Don't express emotions, these bogus bitches just sit and stare
Pick apart my timid art, this liquor give a viscous heart
Trip to reminisce on wicked shit and wonder where'd it start

The beat, goes, on
But it left me behind, so as a child, I grew around everything wrong
And still the beat, goes, on
 Instilled in me, a slow song
And yeah the beat, goes, on
 With me still missing every person who did me wrong

FrozenBankAccount

Prod. fortnight

Sipping wine by the bottle with tequila
Gold chain, all black, looking like a Steeler
Last Shawty crazy, man I think her name was Tila
Bitch do it look like I care bout how I'm feeling?


Rolling up a blunt, guess I got my paper up
So I'm bouta blow a bag, like I'm living dangerous
Said I'm numb, 
 so I never get the feeling
That I'm doing something wrong, when I'm hanging from the ceiling
Give me all your pain, I can turn it into dust
With a snap of my hand and a clap from the drums

Yeah this that OG 99 shit
9 to 5 grinding
Then think of suicide
59 to the skies bitch
No black, no white, just grey
No cap, I'm strapped with the 9 till my grave

Sipping sake and tequila till I turn into a killa
I been on the road, honor roll with the milla
Every single day, try and cherish my breath
Visions in the vineyard, I see myself dead
(x2) 

Big bands on me, no blue check
Looking up a verified nigga like who next?
Rep yo crew set
Posting all these rooftop spots like you fresh
No work up in your kitchen, still act like the sous chef
 The Sadvillain still sipping on Sandeman up in the villa
Black Mask Sinner, I'm popping pills with my dealer
Big blood Brothers, but Navy Seal with my crippas
Still standing strong for the dead until im with em
 That's why I see them every night before I sleep
 That's why I'm dying every time I have a dream
These drugs I've did instead of being with my girl
These life I lived, I wouldn't trade it for the world

Yeah this that OG 99 shit
9 to 5 grinding
Then think of suicide
59 to the skies bitch
No black, no white, just grey
No cap, I'm strapped with the 9 till my grave

Visions In The Vineyard

Along the instrumental of "The Convo", my views on religion and God in my life.

Him (DMX "The Convo" Remake)

Smoke so much
I don't got no time-frame
I just do what I want, when'er i want, I do my Thang 
(x2)

Just dropped a tab in the morning
Just want the bands and the hunnids
Run through gas so quick, its hard to save
Looking at life like a game
But this aint Nintendo
They holding pistols
They finna do whatever they intend to
Pop me a Senzu
I'm on a level
That niggas couldn't reach if they dealt with the devil

I just rolled up God's Gift
Smoking on some holy dope
Yeah Mary Jane a fine bitch
Her aroma stay up on my clothes
Nigga I been popping
Float through the cosmic
Ever since 96
I'm lawless
Dodging the honor roll into a docket
I just light my spliff

Smoke so much
I don't got no time-frame
I just do what I want, when'er i want, I do my Thang 
(x2)

DO MY THANG

Bitch you know I'm smoked out
Once I get them racks in
I been popping my collar
Like Project Pat and Juicy J
Wake up every morning and do whatever I do today
Look me in my face
There really ain't nothing you can say

Smoked out
Once I get them racks in
I been popping my collar
Like Project Pat and Juicy J
Wake up every morning and do whatever I do today
Look me in my face
There really ain't nothing you can say

But damn
That nigga been flexing
Gabby Douglas, he stunting
The way he make it sing with the Tec
Letoya Luckett
Got my problem solver with me, you know im the answer
Over these bitches except my Taurus and my Cancer
Like a shawty who'll put me in check
I know that I act out, I just be repping my set
VL to LK be my people
DMV to LA I'll keep it lethal

Bitch you know I'm smoked out
Once I get them racks in
I been popping my collar
Like Project Pat and Juicy J
Wake up every morning and do whatever I do today
Look me in my face
There really ain't nothing you can say

Smoked out
Once I get them racks in
I been popping my collar
Like Project Pat and Juicy J
Wake up every morning and do whatever I do today
Look me in my face
There really ain't nothing you can say

Three 6 In '05

Blunt to my lips as I sit in the whip Lil bitch
You couldnt hang with my clique
We sipping more than 4 lokos
We just been smoking the whole O
Drugs in my pocket, they know I been popping like Rocky
I'm off into space like a rocket
So don't try to top it
Your heart get to stopping
Bitch i never change, I'm a motherfucking problem

White shelltoes with a motherfucking black stripe 
Bitch i been rocking this shit in my past life
She told me that she could handle her liquor with Xans and dancing all damn night, is that right? 
Young Shawty, imma take her till the sun up
Know I got that work, I'm a #1 stunna
We get done up and Fuck up in a cabana
Not a lover for the bitch, gotta run to get the funds up
Hoe

TR3Z

Laid back
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm laid back
(x3)
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm all the way way laid back


Light up my J and I pour up a drink
I feel like my weed how I lie in my sheets
Shawty hop in, she might never leave
Last time, she really stayed for a week
But baby you know
I'm on the go
I hit the road just to change my zip code
Heat on my hip but I'm 30 below
Still keep my cool cause I'm covered in snow
Click clack, Audemar knick knacks all on my wrist
Autopilot Tesla when a nigga sit back
Ever need a bitch back
You know I'm sick
Hublot, my Beretta two tone
Off that edible, girl, know you too gone
Grey Poupon on my sammich, I'm living so lavish
Speak to her in Spanish like Cuco
Y las hynas solamente lo que buscó

Cualquiera manera, in whatever weather
A mi no me importa país o bandera
Perreando conmigo, there aint no one better
I woke up to smoke, pour up some more
Soak in the sun then focus on funds
If I make a mill, give it back to the slums

Laid back
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm laid back
(x3)
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm all the way way laid back

LAID BACK

(Prod. Rama Low)

Fuck 12, this 9 hold 13 so lemme step back
Think twice bout what you call a setback
Cause if it set you right, nigga that's what you needed
The world don't give a fuck if you was fighting off demons
That's why I been keeping em so close
With God as director, the Devil my co-host
Toast to the living dead, the poor folks
With no hope, or no love in they life, they goin ghost
Had to take some losses to remember my blessings
Knew you was dealing with some bosses when you couldn't come check us
Or press us, so you attempted to get up on the God level
Lords of the Bass, you know that we all rebels
Troublesome to troubled, turn a band into a couple
Tote a toolie, peep the muzzle, keep my cup of lean, doubled
Bunch of green and funnel in my system
Take a tab or sip the magic tea to get me tripping
I figured out that 6 figures ain't enough to slow the hourglass
Worry bout my future, the people I'll outlast
Cause if its I who remains
The obvious thing for me to carry on they legacy that I couldn't attain
I'm so self-centered
Tell the world my pain so I can feel I'm sincere
But never say they names, mention those that helped me get here
It's a longer list than I'd like to admit
I just get defensive cause it's hella niggas out here tryna say they ever gave me shit

This for my father and momma
All my sisters, brothers and partners
Those who dealt with all my drama and trauma
Those who love me though I fought, cheated and prolly robbed ya
Some y'all turned the other cheek, even told me God has got me
I understand empathy, I still don't get forgiveness
Lotta the shit I did, I think is something i should live with
Follow my writtens and you'll find out all my victims
I just had to take a step back and handle business

StepBack Freestyle

Lost Love. Love Lost. 

Big Ups to MindJam for coming through on this track, she's the inspiration for the last verse.

SUMMER JAM MIXTAPE 07/14

Lost (Feat. MindJam)(Prod. Ricky Vela)

2nd Single, Track 8 off the Lolita EP

EP coming out APRIL 30TH 

Take Care Of Yourself (Pastel Colors) [prod. Eevee]

Prod. by Dweeb

Lighting the Dutch
Lighting the Dutch 
Bitch I'm Ms. Frizzle
Come ride in my bus
I'm taking us out where the sky can be touched
Ain't never no lames when you vibing with us
High is a must
Hide till its dusk
Hopping on up and on out to the dark 
Get a stride to your strut 
White on your knuckles when driving the clutch 
Baby girl chill, sigh on that blunt
Sigh on that blunt
Zion is where I reside when I'm high as a fuck
High in a rut
Like it or not
You wont pop to the top and you slop, all yo pipes got no tucks
Rise from the dust
White on my Chucks
Timbs ordered black 
The type to roll up even if I'm in a rush
All that Vicodin rough man I'm high and in love, crying for what? 

Bitch I'm from ashes, spastic, mama I'm classic
Verbal gymnastics 
(x4)

Hollow Leaves EP

Sorry I Left For So Long (prod. Dweeb)

Been looking at old shit
How i used to write
Damn man
You was outta sight
Had something to prove
Had nothing to lose
Can't give ya nothing
You want it all from life
Motherfucker never owed shit
Take what I got if it's really that important
Now my windows got no tint
Look at me once, you can see I been broken

Old man been wonder how I'm coping
Old man really think it's by smoking
All of the dope in the world couldn't make me feel hope
I'm an addict to pain and there's no overdosing

He think I smoke too many blunts
Fuck
I think I ain't smoking enough 
Why would you say that, they want you to stop
Huh
But lately I'm drinking right when I wake up

Up, up, up
Up and away
At the start of the day
Sky could be clear
But I'm off in a haze
Nothing is clearer
Than what's on y'all face
I see the lies, I see the shame
Say what you say and act like its okay
You don't understand it so you give it hate
Look at me strange, put truth in its place

Now I'm looking like I couldn't give a fuck
But truth be told, I don't think I'll give it up
It's been a year, I'll get it back all in a month
What the Fuck is up
Yeah I'm back up in this bitch, get buck

Michaelangelo's Disaster (prod. Frander)

Prod. Jakfor4

Bitch we run it, yeah we run it
Fuck a town, we run the country
We still hungry, empty stomach
I want the wallet lined up with the hunnids
(x2)

Pull up, poppin my diamonds flexing 
Hit reckless, all of these niggas fake n they yes men 
Yeah, we doing this shit independent
Pulled up stuntin in dem black benz
Bunch of hard workers yeah we too restless 
Call up dex wit the Smith and Wesson
Jump out boys Dey too reckless 
I’m Khabib nigga I’m wrestling 
Fighting my demons  
These niggas be hating n scheming
Ain’t worried I’m heeding 
Got god only I can believe in 
Money flowing it’s leaking 
We hemorrhaging all the 4 seasons
Niggas lying n leeching 
They hating just cause who you be with 
Can’t be blind I be seeing 
The devils and all of the demons 
How you false but you preaching 
Stop lying we come in and seize it 
Ima king feel like Ceaser 
Your bones broke just like you a geezer
Shawty fat but she teasing 
That mouth I just want ouu I need it
Mauri leave that boi bleedin 
Dem BMT hittas my demons 
All year it’s our season 
Triple play I am the leader 
Never starving again we just eating 

Bitch we run it, yeah we run it
Fuck a town, we run the country
We still hungry, empty stomach
I want the wallet lined up with the hunnids
(x2)

Bitch I'm the feature
Or better yet I be the creature
If I said I get it then you gotta give it
Finna run up, hit em with the heater
Yeah it's been a minute since I spit the written, when I get the rhythm, imma teach ya
How to boss up, go from starving to eating
How to level up, bring this shit outta the bleachers

(bring it back, aye) 
Pulling me outta retirement
Know that I got perfect timing
I be that broken diamond
But when I pull up, I still be outshining
All of the fakes
All of the snakes
All of the killers chilling with the jakes
Glock on the waist
Spit in your face
Fuck it, pull out the blade cause I feel like I'm Bates
I do not shoot
But I'll run up ya fade
Moving in silence
I don't catch a case
Smoke up the blunt
Get lost in the haze

We Run It (Feat. OG BUTTER$)

WAS THAT REALLY SUMMER?
EP out SEPT 30th

Prod. @TheLastEclipse

Look at my wave, I'm too wavy
(x2) 
Fuck on that bitch in Mercedes
I do that shit on the daily

Look at my wave, I'm too wavy
(x2) 
Inked up, can't erase me
I let it pop like I got an M-80

I just be hopping on beats and I flow and I go, no I cannot stop, I'm on a bean
Never did care bout a show, but I know that they watch right before I go bust in the scene
I could be smoking the dope, and then pouring a four with the coke, but I don't be no fiend
I'm on a roll with ya hoe, cause she lean with the Tech and I do not mean act or codeine

Run it up, nigga hit the bank quick
We do not speak if you don't know my language
Turn it up, know I be cranking
Bring in the bread like a buffet or banquet
What is the deal? 
What is the problem?
Why don't you fuck with the squad? 
Wait
Don't really care
No I won't solve it
You cannot box with the gods

I be too high
I be too smooth
I be too nice
I be too rude
I don't know why
You cannot choose
Stick with the lies
Or be with the truth
Never signing no fuck deals
Either with Atlantic or with Interscope
Set my mind on what's real
Roll a blunt, then I hit the bowl

Bounce on the beat with the bongos
(x2) 
In the jungle like the Congo
Mexican flex, Lupita Nyongo

Bounce on the beat with the bongos
(x2)
Shawty told me come pronto
See me Whipping the white bronco

Bounce on the beat with the bongos
(x2)
Cubana blow me like a trombone
Her legs moving like the mambo

Bounce on the beat with the bongos
(x2)
9 on me like I'm Rondo
And I'm With the 6 like Toronto

Was That Really Summer?

Bongos Remix (Prod by. The Last Eclipse)

YT link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhirNYsut_Q

[Skrape Griffin]

Rolling off a bean when I pull up to the scene
Got your bitch all on my dick, i swear it look like limousine 
Bitch im seen, bitch obscene
Shooting clips like movie scene
Got your bitch all on my dick, I said I chill in VIP
Bitch im lit like a BIC
And im swift, On the water
Got your daughter pussy getting slaughtered, never go to the altar
Said
I am not her father, but shes calling me her daddy
Whip the pussy like a caddy
Said I deserve me a Grammy
Bitch im lit, bitch im lit
Bitch im fire, bitch im gone
Upper echelon, got wings on my back like I'm Avian
Bitch im fly, bitch im flat
And your bitch she on her back
Got your bitch she taking trips to see me all across the map
Aye ooh

[AzTech]

Young nigga had to go kill it
Fuck up the beat like a villain
Had to go talk to your bitch and then tell her that I was the nigga that running the building
What you mean ho? Where the fuck you at then?
You know these people wanting Tech, I pour the act in
Skrape G, with Morakkz, spitting facts
Thotty said the pussy fat, well lemme see it from the back then
Back it up and back it up and back it like a Brinks truck
Shawty gon get to popping, man I'm tossing all the beans up

You gon have to run it up
Yeah you gon have to run it up
You ain't got no stamina?
I dont know if you can hang with us
You can hop on live and talk your shit but you cant run with us
Need to up your stamina
Bitch i got the stamina
(x2)

Hecha te pa tras mami when you throw it back

Hecha te pa tras mami I might throw a rack
(x2)

Dame la cumbia
Dale merengue
Keep that shit going whenever you bend it

Dame la cumbia
Dale merengue
Doing it right got me thinking to spend it

Dame la cumbia
Dale merengue
Keep that shit going whenever you bend it

Dame la cumbia
Dale merengue
Doing it right got me thinking to spend it

2k20

Mas Maiz Remix (Stamina) Feat. Skrape Griffin

LYRICS:

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
Ha, what I say?

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
And I told that bitch that I gotta bounce
(x2)

Gotta cut another check
Bitch I'm coming up for next
Got the cutter at ya neck and at ya spouse

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
And I told that bitch that I gotta bounce

Fuck an ounce, bitch I'm running with the pounds
You could spit another clip but I could rip it with the sound
Bitch I'm done fucking round
Thinking its a choppa when I spit, you gimme 30 seconds, I give ya a 100 rounds
Niggas try to play me like a bitch, like a punk ass rapper
So watch how a nigga'll bring the devil outta pastor
The flow master, bitch it could go faster
But I want you to catch all the heat that I throw at ya
Niggas fighting over who county, who from the city
But they aint even good on they block or left the city

Bitch I'm outta state, outer space and outta hell
Whipping out to race, for babes, or make a sale
(x2)

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
And I told that bitch that I gotta bounce
(x2)

Gotta cut another check
Bitch I'm coming up for next
Got the cutter at ya neck and at ya spouse

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
And I told that bitch that I gotta bounce

CREEPSHOW EP

BAT OUTTA HELL (Prod. RIP MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

Ride with the killers on the night shift
Bitch i fire on a nigga on sight

Tire get to spinning on the night shift
Bitch I'm tryna get rid of this white

Ride with the killers on the night shift
Bitch i fire on a nigga on sight

Tire get to spinning and the fire get to spitting
Yeah you know a nigga never did right

Dripgod tripping with a choppa
If you tell me there's a problem then its rat-tat-tat
Aye
6 broads with me offa molly and the acid, and they asses looking fat-fat-fat
Huh
Shawty want a tab-tab-tab
Walk up in my kitchen, the lab-lab-lab
Bitch i got a mistress, cooking with the butter
Feeling like Im Thugger cause she bad-bad-bad

I ride with a couple G with me
That's money and drugs, thats Ben with the Blicky
Bitch i got 9 if you feeling like 50
Jamal Murray how these bitches gotta lick me
Tipsy, nah bitch I'm throwed
Offa the liquor, might need some more
Man go tell your nigga to tell all his hos
That I dont do pictures, I just do shows

Ride with the killers on the night shift
Bitch i fire on a nigga on sight

Tire get to spinning on the night shift
Bitch I'm tryna get rid of this white

Ride with the killers on the night shift
Bitch i fire on a nigga on sight

Tire get to spinning and the fire get to spitting
Yeah you know a nigga never did right

NIGHT SHIFT (PROD. RIP MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

[Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and
A great big expression of happiness
Boy you couldnt miss with a dozen roses]

Aye bruh wake the fuck up man
Wake up bruh, you know what the fuck time it is

Said I'm your Pusha Man
I'm your, I'm your pusha man
(x2)

So get high
Lets Ride
And get high
With the 9 by my side

I'm your Pusha Man
Push it dont abuse it man
I keep a tool in hand
I know how to use it man
Said I'm a hooligan
But Treat me like a fool again
And all them blues you spend
I can make you lose it man

PUSHA MAN INTERLUDE (PROD. RIP MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

Big bag of Grape Ape, bitch I'm feeling stuck
You talking all that loud, but you smoking OG Huff
Heard that you a rapper now, was dealing way too tough?
Always posting bout a struggle, you cant hustle for some lunch?

Big dog, big chain, big letters in public
My weed hit just like percussion
Fucking shit up at the function
Mixing funnel so the jay really punching
You out the window with the guts I'm dumping
Roll up so bring me something
Swisher, Bambu, Game Leaf, Dutchs
Backwoods in the Backwoods I'm bussing
Bitch 

You getting smoked out
Smoke-smoked out
Bitch you getting smoked out
Smoked-smoked out
Smoke and then we roll out
I'm finna roll south
Post up and get locced out
(x2)

SMOKED OUT (PROD. RIP MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

Glocks, 9s, Smitty Wessons, I'm tryna get paid
Pop fire, kill yo devils, I'm the King today
I'm the Night Man, my clan riding with the thunder
Twenty five grams, I slam, so high i get up under

With the moon rock(x6)

Make the tomb rock(x6)

Bust in the room, bringing doom, hear them howling at the moon

For the moon rock(x6)

Lunatic out for the moolah
Bad lil bitch, she go by Luna
Bought her a drink, she say I owe you
Oklahoma sooner
I keep it real, they say im tripping man you doing you
My body different, I do drugs while they doing you
My shawty dripping
Your shawty wishing
She could come over right here and get right near the diamond glisten
Lil bitch want VVS, she wan be friends, no TBS
I'm the paraphernalia dealer, call me by Lil CVS

Glocks, 9s, Smitty Wessons, I'm tryna get paid
Pop fire, kill yo devils, I'm the King today
I'm the Night Man, my clan riding with the thunder
Twenty five grams, I slam, so high i get up under

With the moon rock(x6)

Make the tomb rock(x6)

Bust in the room, bringing doom, hear them howling at the moon

For the moon rock(x6)

AzTech

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