prod. FIDI x KILLJAMES x ZANDA

@thesantos-1
@gullyspit
@ocyris-northcyde
@backoffjames

PARANOIA ft. Santos Santana, Gullyspit, Ocyris (prod. FIDI x KILLJAMES x ZANDA)

He Asks No Questions

3. CTE 4 Free

14. What Will You Wear When You Hang Off A Tree

8. This Is The Last Time You Will See Me Pt. 1

Screaming through the fog zone -
Cant see anything Im feeling odd now
Dont hear many-things, just the dog sounds
Howling in the distance, I think I'm on the wrong route,,
So I pull out the pistol, many things you call me but I am not a bitch dough
bringin vietnamee, the palm trees are a great view
I got vows to kill my enemies for rates yo
Im a hitman, pop his dome im feeling great wow
This shit has got to be the best, baretta and a bullet proof kevalier vest
Not making mess, my kill are so clean, quality test, assured I attest, you think I dumb flop like a bitch,  I'm prolifically death 
Gone man Ima fuckin never miss, ima devil kiss - making out with satan feelin so pissed, blood lust in my mind so much its runnin through piss
Waking and baking then slitting them vacant, hang em up dry, crucifix  patient, stone-cold like emotions I mason,  (re)'pressin that shit till its time for the tastin'

PERFECT EXECUTION (PROD. PERE)

Creep At Night

Im sadistic, I’m straight up vicious, no rest for the wicked
Missing on top you bitches with nails in your wrist and
A nail in just where your kicks been, crucifixion
A pigs pen the way that we living, think death is my mission
Pulling up
Black out my body I’m hooded up
The green that I carry be smelling like berries, the strawberry goji I’m rolling up
Like absent father not showing up, theres levels to hell and I leveled up
Damn near a deadbeat, if its getting ugly you know that the Ouija is pulling up, what the fuck
Slamming the gas with my foot on the brake
Making no progress for my fucking sake
Dead is my exit there is no debate, head on a plate
Rapping bout ice like you was an immigrant
Head on a spike if you want to get into it
Come talking money like I was from Intuit
Blow up a stadium just like Vegeta did
Being rich i know ain’t shit but I could afford my fix
Oxycontin or suboxone, what’s the problem if i lived?
If the coffin comes to claim me, its okay I want it often
Often nauseous, vomit toxins, life is what my fixes cost me, begging to off me
Scrape the blade, yank the chain then decay
Don’t obey, end your day, youre dead to me 

Life Is A Game That No One Ever Wins (prod. Dead Retire)

*NEW SINGLE*

PROD. BY Requiem Cult & Bumboi

MIXED BY Bumboi

COVER ART BY ME

RUN IT UP!!

WHAT YOU LOOKIN AT (prod. Requiem Cult)

Four Horsemen

Took a different route…

saintsantosbeats@gmail.com

cursedforever

8. This Is The Last Time You Will See Me Pt. 1

SANTOS SANTANA