PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW

JMattson:
Bitch I been living life like I just do not give a shit 
It’s hard to give a mothafuck even a little bit 
With the militia mothafucker we the syndicate
Been making money moves I manifest we militants been killin shit 
I’m back in the mix like fuck it
Snap on a bitch like fuck it
Back of the whip wit a wrap and a fifth and I crash and I dip like nothin ya
These mothafuckers need to figure out that ion fuck around we getting bigger now there ain’t too many I can fuck with now a pessimist 
HHM is what I’m reppin bitch you stupid motherfuckers need to know just who you messin with beretta clip 
Fuck a goon bitch I got specialists they poppin up outside ya crib when you be least expecting it 
I’m venemous 
I got blades and I got elegance 
Leave ya in the basement with the heads that I been severin developing
Lotta anger and adrenaline 
Call yourself a king you just a bitch and you irrelevant

AK3K:
get back mothafucka 
i’m running up with the cutta 
my flow is smoother than butta 
i’ll leave em dead in the gutta
yeah i’m strapped muhfucka 
wont leave em time to rebuttal
i’m smacking em with a shovel  
a pond to a little puddle 
i just want the fucking bands 
i don’t think they understand 
now i got the fucking world 
sitting on my fucking hand 
bitch i roll with the militia 
why you thinking you the man 
when you really wanna be us 
it was never in the plan 
yeah i gotta foreign bitch 
talk dirty to me in french
she rubbing up on my pants 
then letting me fuck her face 
she told me to keep the pace 
i love when she say my name 
arise and i break the chains 
who talking down on my name 
i’m the psycho mothafucka 
throw their in the body in the trunk 
ive been a fucking one of one 
who’s throwing down with anyone 
i feel better when i’m rolling, well just of the fucking drugs 
and i don’t let nobody close 
there ain’t a soul that i can trust 

MVKO:
Thinking you compare to us you look more like a dumb bitch,
Pussies shit their pants as soon as I show them the drum clip,
I'm a fucking beast Im killin everything i touch bitch,
Hold myself nice on my 2 feet I don't need a crutch bitch, 
got a Fatal smile,
Got my whole neck wrapped in razor wire,
Bullets hit your door it shatter windows we got graceful style,
Fuck a hoe make a wife a widow burn you in the fire,
Ima skrrt off in the foreign with this money I acquired, 
Why you testing me,
You can flex all you want still aint impressing me,
Aint upsetting me,
I'm gonna go hard till i got the pigs arresting me, 
Quit pressing me,
Bitch you know that HHM the recipe, 
10 miles from the shore,
Won't stop rocking the boat,
Tie you to the fuckin anchor and watch you sink to the floor, 
Bitch im higher then everest,
Spit my shit like a reverend,
Till I hang up my letterman,
Take your head and I sever it,

6th$ithLord:
Glock on my dick 
So I walk wit a limp 
Only fuckin wit a bitch 
If she sucking off rip 
Got no love for a thotty
Just this nut on her lip 
Ima disrespectful mf 
Talk all my shit 
Got this pistol on my hip 
You know I walk with it 
Keep on running lip 
Make sure yo jaw splitting 
Got this evil on my mind 
I’m feeling toxic with it 
With the milita bitch 
We tearing down your city 

Tha Dark $aiyan:
These mf hate on us because they see we leveled up
BITCH I SAID WE GET THA BREAD 
& I SAID WE WONT LET IT UP
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS WAN TALK THAT SHIT
TIL II REALLY PULL UP AT HIS HOUSE 
NEVER GET THIS SHIT CONFUSED 
YA KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IM BOUT
I got niggas on the west coast 
I got nigggas in the south 
People always acting hard 
But they just really run they mouth 
BITCH ASS NIGGA I GO DUMB 
SHE SAY IM HOT LIKE THE SUN
^ Ain’t GOT A BITCH. BUT I GOT SOME 
I GOT THA VISION YEA  I AM THE ONE

FATAL SMILE (Ft. AK3K, MVKO, 6th$ithLord & Tha Dark $aiyan) [Prod. FALLEN]

BADKIDMIZU x 99ZED x SALIVA GREY x SECT UNIT - FACE

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Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

"UNTIL THE BONES IN MY FIST HURT" - SANTOS SANTANA X SECT UNIT X FACELESS 1-7

written / performed by @blckbrds @salivagrey
produced by @marrasfall
engineered by @lilsherm187, @tumaggz, Saliva Grey

MYLAR (w/ Saliva Grey)

MOBBS RADICAL- CAMP HOLLOW(PROD. ALYCE)

Prod. yxnglyz
Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Coming up quick 
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound 
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas 
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali 
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics 
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dead
If you come incorrect 
I’ll assume you is a fed
Stay the fuck up out my circle square  you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt 
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance 
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous 
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference 
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate 
I’m a hypocrite 
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it 
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases 
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains 
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask 
Big strap hop out kicking door 
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily 
I’m black pigs shoot us happily 
White tee like my Nikes 
With a dime piece
Smoking two 
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti 
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci

Vice

MOBBS RADICAL x THE FALLEN KING x NOTIONS x MVKO- FXCK Y0U(PROD. ALYCE)

Cardeairè Jack x Saliva Grey - Web (prod. Aragoth)

разные

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

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