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SCRIPTZ x SALIVA GREY - DEATH WITHIN REACH (PROD. OKRA)

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I'll be back in the morning

Aye



In hell I'll be back in the morning

Feel ugly waking in the morning

She still fuck me leave her moaning 

Doing me living life in the moment

High from the drugs tryna feel something 

Leave her wet I'ma shark in the ocean 

Feeling numb different day but the same shit

Satan by my side feel my death coming

I ain't gonna last, girl I'm gonna crash

I been doing me used to being picked last

Not the old me left the trash in the back

Breaking people off put em' all in a cast

Now they wanna fuck cus they see I got cash

Momma in a loft right next to my dad
 
People think I'm soft they don't know what I had

Been through, alotta shit that I saw too

Staring like you never seen a gold tooth

Drugs in my veins mud on my shoes

Worry bout' yourself don't worry what I do

Bodies in the back could be you too



Led in my head, tryna forget you

Pills in my bed

And I just popped two

Talking to the ghosts inside my room

I'ma die alone but it's all cool



In hell I'll be back in the morning

Feel ugly waking in the morning

She still fuck me leave her moaning 

Doing me living life in the moment

High from the drugs tryna feel something 

Leave her wet I'ma shark in the ocean 

Feeling numb different day but the same shit

Satan by my side feel my death coming



Feeling numb Different day but the same shit

Feeling numb different day gotta face it



I ain't gonna last, girl I'm gonna crash

I been doing me used to being picked last

Not the old me left the trash in the back

Breaking people off put em' all in a cast

Now they wanna fuck cus they see I got cash

Momma in a loft right next to my dad
 
People think I'm soft they don't know what I had

Been through, alotta shit that I saw too

Staring like you never seen a gold tooth

Drugs in my veins mud on my shoes

Worry bout' yourself don't worry what I do

Bodies in the back could be you too



Led in my head, tryna forget you

Pills in my bed

And I just popped two

Talking to the ghosts inside my room

I'ma die alone but it's all cool

Numb

Methylphenidate :)

2. Brickboys4Life

all for nothing

4. Nurmagomedov

Lyrics:

WE AINT THE SAME BITCH 
FUCK UP OUT THE WAY I CAME TO FLIP THE MECCA
ALL UP WITH THE FLAMES I BEEN INSANE LIKE WHY THE FUCK YOU JEALOUS 
THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU AINT BEEN TELLIN
PUSSIES GETTIN SEVERED I AINT BUYIN WHAT YOU SELLIN ALL THAT

CURSES IN MY NECK
SIXTY LEGIONS ON MY BACK
PUSHIN POSION BY APPOINTMENT 
KEEP IT TOXIC FOR THE FLACK
LET IT FESTER FOR MY ANCIENTS
FIFTY CHAPTERS ON THE TRACK
I AINT REALLY GOTTA SAY IT 
BUT YOU KNOW YOUR SHIT IS TRASH

WE GETTIN FUCKED UP NO BOUNDARIES KNOWIN DEATH CANT EVER TOUCH ME
ALL THAT LOUD SHIT SOUND LIKE SILENCE CUZ THEM BOYS AINT EVER BUCKIN
OH YOU VICIOUS WITH THAT BITCHIN TALK THAT SHIT 
LIKE YOU GOT RUCKUS
I GOT FIGURES DOIN SWITCHUPS IN THE DISTANCE YOU AINT NOTHIN

IM ON THAT RIVERSIDE SHIT
PULL UP ON A BITCH
TELL HER POP THE SCRIPT 
IM TAKIN TWO THEN FLIP THE REST

DRAGON BLACK SCALE FIT
SPUN OUT IMA A MESS
THIRTY THREE RIPPIN 
MOVIN RECKLESS LIKE A JET

HUNNID FOILS IN THE BOX I MAKE A BOAT OF REYNOLDS WRAP
TAKE A KNIFE TO MAKE A POINT BUT AINT NO CUT UP IN MY PACK
I LET IT SLIDE DRIP SLICK DOWN THE METAL INTO GLASS
IM NEVER RUNNIN OUT A SHIT I SCRAPE THE STRAW TO MAKE IT LAST

SHADOWS GETTIN THICKER NOW I HEAR EM FASHO 
I FELT EM PUSHIN ON MY SHOULDER PUT MY HEAD TO THE FLOOR
THEY SHOWIN THEY FUCKED UP FACES FROM TURNIN THAT WET UP IN THE ROSE
IM TAKIN A DOSE DESECRATED SO I CAN SEE ANOTHER GHOST

I GOT THE THRONE MUHFUCKA
CALL ME ZETA DON DADA
I SET ABLAZE TO THE FLOW 
AND SPIT IT OUT LIKE ITS WATER
WE DROPPIN BOMBS
NAPALM BACKIN MY ROSTER
DONT TRY TO MIMIC HOW IM MOVIN
YOU CANT HANDLE THAT POSTURE

WE AINT THE SAME BITCH
DEATH CANT EVER TOUCH ME
GOT THE THRONE MUHFUCKA
FLIP THE FLI FLI FLIP THE MECCA FASHO
PULL UP ON A BITCH
YOU AINT BUCKIN SLICK
SILENCE WITH THAT BITCHIN
THI THI THI THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT
WE KNOW YOU SELLIN ALL THAT TRASH

MORDAX

MORDAX (prod. LELXX)

35MM

Blood on my wrist watch
Time is runnin thin blot
Rorschach says im going to the fin block
and I win not, and I do not never ever win not

Im a little even but im odd get close to me
Feeling like ill pop another Xanax, henny bean
Wait - the cemetery's in the scene,
We're grave digging casting spells on all these undead trees 

Ring wraiths, ring wraiths, count em in the ring mate
Put you up against some sing skanks, make up some zing zang,
Got the zaza in my think tank
Overflilin but im chillin, ice cold rosin from the big bank
liquid gold i think Ill give thanks
To the demons that power my empowered right to give thanks
yeah I Give thanks, yeah...
Give thanks...
Mortal with a wig plank...  
Split it ...

WIGSPLIT JIFFY (prod. Hocii 808)

One more for good measure?

I usually don't do this, this is actually a mash-up of complimentary lyrics I've used before. I would usually hate dropping something twice, but this is a new performance and I really liked this track. Hope you guys do too.

Asking up a straircase
Wickin up a heresy
I here say, that im here to stay all day
Wait, did you wanna run the mall may?
May-day, in the mental trenches all day

Im a mason, had it eighteen
Talent from the start
Circa birthday sheen, '94 yo

Im plowin on the floor
Crack this egg, you sow what you reap
You had it backwards all along

Did you think you wanna do it throw down
Wicket-whip ya like this verse starts again, and not now
Yeah we're going to the further evil, yeah no, Im allowed
Devil in the back of the band gave me a pass to the clouds

Smoking like a wraith from the motherfuckin basement
You ask me where I'm from
That question I evade it
I made it-
That's all you need to know
Im making payment
I do it for the love of it, but thousands for these tastebuds

I got blood on my shirt
I got blood on my wrist
I got blood in the dish
I got blood in the nicks

DRACONIAN HERESY (PROD. UNHOLYFIELD)

twist the words out
only ever learned to shout
raise your hand in violence
its the only touch you know about
hes a family man
raised up with the trauma and the hate
run up to the packy
pick your poison then you detonate
"all in gods plan"
what they say
but you never wanna play fair
empathy is outta network
kinda like the healthcare
single mothers working 80 hours
just to make it work
hoppin over counters
steal the drugs that make em go berserk
presidents keep sending bombs
USA do evil work
send em to the ones with badges
I know thats where evil lurks
people locked in cages
fire raging
never turn the page
soak it up like kerosene
embody every bit of rage
every life lost
theres ten thousand others
led to death from out the wombs of mothers
sweet dreams made of dust
how it chokes and smothers
keep it in the shadows 
no one knows how far it covers
everything is real
searing pain
cold and rain
soaring skies of red
stand alert
there are things that wanna take you
deepest of the black
birds wont sing
suffer in the silence
this is how the world works

Birds Wont Sing

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cursedforever

35MM

SANTOS SANTANA