Love it. You never fail to impress me with unique sounds you incorporate and put together!

Felt like i was ascending at the end there😇

Waiting For The Moon

Watch your back cause you won't see me
Creeping in the dark completely
Once I've taken off the veil
I let your tragedy complete me
See the feathers in my neck flaring
Glare into the sun
Gaze into the morning light
Once I descend then you'll be done
I'm like a nightmare
Wreaking havoc til' I find your weakness
I'm the chill shot down your spine
I'll Wear the cloak so you wont see
Let's end this silly  battle
Sliding through the weeds for days
Blanxx' the snake that's come to rattle
Three or Die unsheathe the blade

Tryna rest in peace
But I'm picking up the pieces
Writhing in my sleep
Dream punching at my demons
Pain spread like disease
Don't get it from me
This life ain't what it seem
Up at three tryna' O D
I'm at the bottom of the bottom
Somewhere you will never see
Gotta rocket in my pocket
And a blade under my sleeve
I don't turn to any prophet
I sit back and smoke my weed
Time is never stopping
Sure as fuck won't wait for me

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
The scumbags at my door
I got a lot of pieces
And the four five invincible
My pupils dilate
Got a lot of shit I hate
But a motherfucker got a bad side
And he come to play
Coming with that murder shit
You'll end up on our dinner plate
Lil boy a fucking stain
Jack your shit
And lie 'bout where your body lay
I'm tentative
Fuck medicine
We play to win
We creeping in the backyard
It's our turn to play god

Motherfucker insane with the horns in his head
Got that blood sucka' strain in my DNA
I wouldn't pluck the flowers from the dead
Less you wanna meet your maker
Stick around as the devil casts her light on
Malice ride until dawn
Wouldn't put ya life on the line
With the sins that you write
What ha
I'm a wallow in my own cuz I'm down with my demons
Ya we tight
Two knocks and we rise
3OD
We kill the lot
Illuminati, not a shot
Road to Shura that's for sure
Pump the shotty blow a hole

Who Lurks In The Night

Who Lurks In The Night Feat. Dubich

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

Prod. by LXNTIL
Featuring https://soundcloud.com/495kyo

Halloween Of 1607 Ft. Kyo

Violent Tendencies

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

01. Jazz Solo Cup (Prod. TuMaggz x DiddyJameson)
02. Immurement (Prod. TuMaggz)

LYRICS:

(Jazz Solo Cup):

Ain’t slept good in a minute 
Not a second pass I don’t think
Burning eyes when I blink
Fertilize minds no shrink
Brita water really only thing I drink
Cuz it poison coming out the sink 
I’ve said this shit once before
But I really think I’m on the brink

All that cap rap shit you makin
I don’t wanna hear another word
All that rap cash you sadly making
Really that shit absurd
Like a glass lamp you so fragile
I just wanna steer the herd
I don’t really fuck with nerds
All the stats backwards
Should be grateful just to get those clicks

Oh shit
You see I get momentum now you wanna take a pic
Watch me hit a milli get em all up on my dick
Stay true to myself clout makes me sick
Straight out the grave smoke a blunt the face
Walking on bodies they make up this cave
All you smell is the dank and a waft of decay
I don’t vibe your thinking I’m stuck in my ways

Really fucked up in my head from the past
Don’t talk to strangers I’m standing on that 
Tell my kids not to trust every person they meet 
Cause a smile’s deceiving they prey on the weak
Stay in the city to get up my bread
Then I’m out to the forest to bury my bed
Fuck what you heard 
This what I said
If you wanna come try you can die in the shed

(IMMUREMENT)

Stuck in dis room
Feels like a tomb
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feeling doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Smoking this blunt lift me up
No liquor it’s juice in my cup
I wish y’all would shut the fuck up
Smoking that kush til I’m lit 
Drink gin with that sprite til I’m sick
I wish y’all would get off my dick

Ain’t slept good in a hot ass minute
Still putting work in the kitchen
Ain’t talking bout a job I be cooking for my children 
Ion want none of y’all up in my business
If I said that shit I meant it
And if I made that beat then I need my credit

Swear to god y’all niggas too slow
Like a pod in a vape you blown
I can’t beef with no pussy on the net I’m grown 
If you don’t relate you can skip this song
Cuz I’m done worrying bout your judgement 
If you ain’t fucking with me move along

Cuz the rest of these niggas straight bitches
Cuz I know these niggas are potential snitches
Cuz I know these niggas craving them riches
Money 
Clout
Fuck an image rather hand out stitches 
And in reality that shit real sad
I can’t imagine being so down bad 
If these niggas got you feeling mad
Scream FUCK A FAD

Stuck in this room
Feels like a tomb 
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feelin doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Please Rewind

.                   INTL. TYRANT SECT MEMBERS
.                      DVRKSIDE & ILLUSION LUNA
.                            “Recipe for Murder:”
.                                 Prod. CURTES


Verse 1 : DVRKSIDE 


I beg thee 
Test me 
Bitch I got the recipe 
For murder 
make em rest in peace 
The devil got a hex on me 

I stand and deliver 
Momma raised a killer 
So if you try and press me ima snatch yo fuckin liver 

Bitch I’m cut throat 
Heads roll 
Anytime I let go 
Squeeze inhale the gun smoke 
Weed for sale and much moe 

You fuckin with the sect 
So you better show respect 
If you talk up out yo neck 
Then you just breathed in yo last breath 

I don’t play nice 
I’ll take yo life and won’t think twice 
So roll the dice 
But you’ll get sliced and put on ice 

Cause I can’t leave a body warm 
So I don’t 
That shotty leave you body torn 
Lil boy you choked 
—————————————————————————
Verse 2 : ILLUSION LUNA


momma raised a killa 

twist the blade up in yo liver 

bitch my backwood taste vanilla 

tyrant sect we a militia  

no michael jackson this a thriller 

pray to god but i’m a sinner 

yeah it’s cold but i don’t shiver 

run up em make em quiver 

bitch i’m out for blood till there’s nothing that remains 

pussy boy you up next to meet my fucking blade

time to meet yo fucking maker run and hide but you ain’t safe 

mothafucking tyrant sect bitch you betta know tha name 
—————————————————————————

Verse 3 : DVRKSIDE

Boy yo ass so fake you ain’t no G outside that booth 
If you ain’t gang then you can’t hang unless it’s dangled from my noose 
Tyrant sect out on the loose 
So you best watch how you move 
Leave nothing left but thoughts of you and scattered ashes on my boots 

Ima sex addict bitch I put the D in depression 
I been dead pussy don’t you step to this revenant 
Snatch out yo soul send yo bitch ass to Heaven 
Murder my art form bitch pain just a lesson

DVRKSIDE X ILLUSIONLUNA - RECIPE FOR MURDER (Prod. CURTES)

VVS x SECT UNIT - KILL BILL V2

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats & @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz
accompanying visual directed by Ty.Psd and Jared Huber

EGREGIA

Spike Lee // Shardai Remix [Prod Ydustin9]

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Waiting For The Moon

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