Lyrics:

Yuh, I Hope My, I Hope My, Yuh.

I Hope My Opps ain’t my opps, that the dissing stops.

I Hope My Opps wit’ they drops, give me back my props.

I Hope My Opps truly stops acting 12 like cops.

I Hope My Opps do the bops to tops and not to flops.

I Hope My Opps, yeah, I hope they stop it, drama making profit. I hope we drop it, I’m a keep it real, let’s just laugh it. Off man, I don’t wanna see a soul in a coffin, I wanna peep a feel where we ain’t teary, often. We loften an issue, a tissue turn to burning hate. My issue is the people learning evil, yearning fate. Against they great heart, this shit tense, my state of art. Is to not diss you, but to kiss who giving me my love. Huh, I Hope My Opps chops my samples. I shops for examples of how they talent tramples. The rest, but I insist, no type beat like how they do it. Why we beefin’ on Hype Street? Let get back to it. To be brief in this? Is not a good conclusion. Think in other shoes, rather than use confusion. To twist and just make a fake ass story. Or add mad chaos, we is better than gory. Don’t sweat a “sorry”, we need to make up. The greed that take up our ego be killing me, yo. I could be mo’ thrilling, say some names but that’d be illing. At a chilling level I wanna settle at, from as hot as a kettle got, to freeze the beef. When we blast ‘em, we gas ‘em and please the grief. To come back, is my shit sticking like a thumbtack? See the dead ones, let’s outlast ‘em, amass, um. Peace? How ‘bout that! Let’s cease. The red head bled from lead guns and walk these streets. United, who fighted? That’s not us now. Out here, the clout where we all can have it, grab it, ‘nab it. Savage wit’ putting our forces together, of course it’s a whether a storm form or nether. Ya see we was a warm swarm of a feather, so fly, oh my, why did we attach that tether, limiting the match that sparked us, our minds colliding. Dim shit sin it hatch, darked thus became our siding. Evil devil kinds invading, ayyyy this is disintegrating. I wanna make a point, let take the joint back to hating. And why it dire harm, strength ain’t in the fire arm. It in length of positive impact. We gots to give them fact, they amazing no matter. What, cause they a, human, like we all are, dazing and flatter, that’s the new plan, not put down. Y’all sure make me smile, I’ll not shut down. I got crowns for us all, we was clowns when we fall. Into animosity, the plan of stopping we, psshh. We was so good as one, yo could we be done. And get back, we had a set back, don’t take the bait. We can plan it out and end this doubt, make it great. No mo’ fake the fate, let’s just keep it straight. I wanna love again, then we can reap a plate. Of whatever our hunger do desire. It’s fun to make some fire, more fun to team up and inspire. Beam up our mood, food for thought, good feelings caught. Now let’s make ends, be friends, through these bends.

I Hope My Opp's (Prod. A Hype)

Dahlia Cross
wood creak , mouse squeak
gears lurch , heartbeat
approach the disciple 
ring the silver bell to announce your arrival

satin in her skull
pretty , growing dull
lover nevermore
throat forever sore

cauterize her neck & stitch it up
with rituals & dental floss 
& lather it with rotting sludge
& lay her down in rust to rot

crack the whip & see the burning embers
sockets screaming out until the end , her 
gorgeous hair billowing in the wind
embracing her & saving her from sin

oh come down to the apothecary 
final resting ossuary
dollhouse of the dead
just take my hand , ill be your Mary

close your eyes & take the pills , you
know your Mother’d never hurt you
wash it down with black & blue
such a little pretty fool

Eric Raven
washed out by the black & blue
the darkest nights
i cling to you
apocalyptic
can't you see ?
need your wires tugging me

sing the setobite sonnet
pain better be a promise
when the affirmations become lies
who is Jeykle & who is Hyde ?

staring at the tip of the ice pick
spent a lifetime in the abyss
bring your skulls
build our nest
feed the angel
that Heaven sent

so sing the setobite sonnet
i'll be counting on your promise
in your glory , vitruvian
i'll follow you
at Your command

Dahlia
oh come down to the apothecary 
final resting ossuary
dollhouse of the dead
just take my hand , ill be your Mary

close your eyes & take the pills , you
know your Mother’d never hurt you
wash it down with black & blue
such a little pretty fool

Dahlia Cross :: Apothecary feat. Eric Raven [saint mike]

in the furnace , smoking charcoal
crushing bones hidden underneath the alcove
spines as souvenirs , goddess within the pines
so horrific , so revered

hear the music played by the skeletons
feel the rush of your blood in your heart again fill the void with the fire in which you reside 
fill the flesh with the aura of your carving knives

crack the whip
smoke the ashes , dont get sick
take a sip , let it sit
let it soak , drop the body in the well
let it float , flames encroach
welcome to hell

find me under the ruins of the bridge
bones bathed in blood , buried in rubies like a princess

darlings on display
beautiful kins & kindle spinning read thread
to gold with a spindle
break the wheel in your hands & watch her crumble
break her heart in your hands , watch the light dwindle
break her throat in your hands , & snuff her out

heed the story of the girl gone over the edge
its a long way down the smokestack
but she longs to get her head back

Dahlia Cross :: Furnace Dwellers [wholen.t]

shining , made of silver , sterling starlets on the stage
glutinous for attention , hear her clang from inside the cage
she wroughts the bars with her fists like hammers
stitches in her mouth ought to stop the yammering
tampering with the gears inside
tamp down the gunpowder & close your eyes

lay her on your chest like a baby , a fawn
watch her stumble through dusk & through dawn & through hell & high water , the rust of the daughter
a hymn for the martyr is hummed as she’s garnered

shards of her are littered below the seats
& bile reeks with piss from all of the sheets

darling darling whatve you done ?
beautiful girl sucking on a handgun
so curious to whats in her skull
so scared to give the trigger a pull

oh sweet girl , i wont beg you to stop it
night riders have fire in their sockets
speeding down a barren dirt road
hundred acre woods , never go home

i see the wax & the wane of the moon & the turn of the tide
a harlot , i must hurl myself into the sea , & then i ride

Dahlia Cross :: Harlots Love Gunpowder [LMG x Motley]

ill reach into my wicker basket
pull out the spread ive prepared
lay you in a garden casket
plenty of room to share

feel the blades of grass on our backs
i feel the blade in my palms , i wont attack
im defenseless in your glory 
but by the end of the night im a gory girl

i dont know what to do
i surrender to you
tea party turned to brawl 
the leaves all turn at winter’s call

creeping up , its frostbite
nipping in the moonlight 
at your frozen stalks , the fountain talks
of angels on high

eat the fire , take the sun
pull the lace , it comes undone
darlings sing from up above 
blow it out & feel the love

i had dreams , theyre drowned in the brine
ill follow hers after killing mine
cross my heart , i hope to die
headless girls will always cry

time passes & metal rusts
she waits benign brimming with lust

tear the clothes off cracked skin
find what's shining from within
the cavity , the deepest gorge
in the factory was after all yours

lay your head here , sweet darling
ill brush your hair , say nothing
feel nothing , be full of love
be nourished by the setting sun

ladies in the lake
damsels , daughters , dolls all pray
with hands together , collars tight
they'll hum an ancient lullaby

Dahlia Cross :: Garden Party [LMG x Everest x Iodoni]

i swing my hammer , baby
hit the nail right on the head
i swing my hammer at my enemies
until i bleed out , til im dead

ill swing my hammer at the sun
ill swing it at the moon
ill crack the earth in half
ill sit on a throne of rust & laugh

see the factory behind me
my angel dolls are singing
the starlight , see it leaking
see the pale blue light , it’s reaching
touching , infecting & its rotting

everything it touches , i want love to flourish
want to nourish my daughters
want them to be better than their fathers
dont want them to die as martyrs
in the sand , want to give them a hand
want them to reach the land
instead of drowning in the sea
i see their bones before me

i see them buried in mud
under the pressure theyve turned to diamonds
& ive been meaning
to clean the grime & the muck & the slime & the sludge 
& ill dredge & ill trudge through fire & brimstone
& the circles to get home

mirrors shatter & glass shards
litter my snow white skin
black smoke sputters out the exhaust pipe
duct tape on your lips , breath it in

dahlia’s drowned in the snow
leave your heart if you’re going to go

Dahlia Cross :: Swing My Hammer 3Style [saint mike]

cast your spell
send em down to hell
GRAB your rebar,  your’re breathing black tar

inhale the fumes , you decay inside
rot away til you cant hide

the devil’s between your ribs
will you give a pound of flesh for him to take your limbs ?

sweet girl taking in the soot & giving out ash
did she think it through ?  will her starlight last ? oh

only angels can fly forever
a fragile girl on a hopeless endeavor
a body that’s had its head severed
a blood stain forever treasured

what good is a cleansed soul
its tarnished when its buried in the hole

do you value rust ?
what is it’s weight in gold ?
mother dear , should i believe what ive been told ?

am i worth all that you’ve said ?
should i have spent life wanting more than to be dead ?
i see the treads in the ground , i hear the sound
i cant hear the sounds anymore
i cant
i cant anymore

its too rusted over , oh oh , oh oh
oh , i cant hear the bombshells anymore
im so bored of the pain
bury me 12 feet under
i cant feel the pain anymore
im so bored so bored so bored so bored so bored 
cant feel the pain anymore

Dahlia Cross :: Devil Between Ur Ribzz 3Ztyle [LMG]

shadows around me everywhere i go
starlight pouring out , i cant find a home
i burn too bright , im a molotov
hold my hand & watch heaven smolder up above 

clouds fall , acid rain drops
burn my skin , tarnished dark spots
horrid ghouls taking beauty naps
hold the iron & give them a slap

broken spines dont prove better than broken minds
tie it down with weighted twine , she’s a fucking swine

put her on a spit
im sure she’d ask for it
thank us for it
dumb whore i bet she’d beg for it 

cross my heart & hope to die
never see her in another life

sinking boats & cut throats
grab her hand on the steep slope
slipping sand , dont let her go
kraken’s on the shoreline , beak’s agape to throat

tentacles are grasping out for warm bodies 
clericals staying , praying for the holy body

who will you sacrifice ?
who will roll the dice ?
does the girl who rolls the snake eyes know
she’s flying to where the loveless go

Dahlia Cross :: Pretty Piggy [SHADE08]

kick the ladder out from under & watch her squander her last breath
“what comes after?” dolls will wonder with the shooting in their necks
girlish heads all filled with heaven are laid down in cinder dens
the brightest furnace burns , the hearse wheels turn , & love can begin again

bend the knee & kiss the stitches of the fallen angel
crossed are her rusted wings , all the finer things will burn in the rain still
yet she deigns to let the wired crown fall
follow the fall of the daughter as she risks it all

the holy blade , Maude’s Harvest , fades into view in the moon’s light
the only saving grace is piercing starlight , the porcelain Birthright

take in your last breathe of smoke & ash , can you feel the chains pinch ?
prayers dribble out of stupid lips , its just part of the process

Dahlia Cross :: Hymn 13 [apt9 + jolst]

tree branches & twigs go snap
breathless by the riverside , running out of track

give me a smile , give me a growl
grinding your love down to sand & gravel
her corset’s all busted , hide it in the hovel
decapitate with a spade , bury it with a shovel

under the moonlight , hear her laughing
but gaze into the mirror , see a twisted frown
she’s up in the rafters now , hear the swing
of the Harvest blade , sulfur on the crown

touch me with your iron , im your martyr tonight
hands together at your altar , goddess , im your sacrifice
pierce this lamb’s untainted heart , & burn the black goat at the pyre
watch my curls go up in smoke , for you ill never tire

overuse me til you break me , then repair my heart again
cut the crops down fore the rot encroaches , sickness rides the wind
oh ill ride eternal , morning glory , gory til the end
live or die , you know we’ll have our story , & youll be my biggest win

Dahlia Cross :: Heart [LMG x Census x Motley]

crosses rain on fields of satin
hands together , collar’s fastened

face down in rust & mud
she’d keep on going if she didn’t know love
ask the question burning your doll tongue
“when the sludge settles , what will come of the factory ? a burning furnace is all i am known to be , a headless harlot , shining starlet is bliss for me ..
oh Mother’s told us ‘ dont you let that starlight shine ‘ but we’re so sick & tired pushing away what’s mine “

ill cross my heart & rip off my wings
ground myself , bury the finer things
the crops will sing for the fallen girl

lay her all down with you
porcelain besides & inside you
sweet girl with a broken neck
snake eyes & an ace of spades 
lets try again , come on shuffle the deck
i told you my card hasn’t been pulled yet
lost in meadows of rebar & burning hate
watch her waste her last breath as the starlight fades

ride with me , be my martyr
hold my hand through flames , mother
im charred to my glass veins , i feel them melting ,
help me tear through her varnish

dimly shining , she’s oh so tarnished
horrid makeshift gash where her heart is
reach in with precision , the target gapes
tender now , pull out the scarlet lace

drape it over my aching faces , seven severed heads on the Holy Blade
i wont fake it again , she will face it , ill gaze up at the heavens as the sulfur rains

swallow the night , drown in the lake
bury mother with her daughters at the end of days

as the smokestacks halt their flow
& the ashes settle on the rot fields
where does the starlight go
when a doll in love has been forgotten ?

Dahlia the Headless Mother Presents Crosses Rain [heartshpdbd]

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