SALIVA GREY X DUBICH - MAX LEG ROOM (prod. Solas)

Last one for about two weeks. Going to come back with a bang. Hope you guys enjoy this finale for now

Rest in peace @Noeblee, this song is dedicated to you

Lyrics 

Jealous demon on the heap of the money
Imp like the way I do 'em 'cause I keep 'em sunny-side-up
Tied up, lies shut, nylon slut - she's a nympho keep it simple I got her knees' high up
Put your debt down -- I trap up all of the people from the stead town
Homestead fucking burnin' call me vermin dead clown
Cat caught 'em on the head low - I need to steady aim for head blown 

BAP BAP BAP 
Guts are all over, the show is now over, I'm taking your clovers
Stuffing you colder, with pieces of metal and good luck imbued to these rovers
Looking for golden - submit it revolver 
I got Midas touch I'm older than you 
from early told years, yeah I mold ya
Scriptz
You're mine be my bish im a little bit ticked but I'm writing in a whip
Riding in a whip, writing with a whip-lash
Im another litter man wit lips
Dancing on corpses and shit, I'm flash I admit 
I'm fast and I'm fit
Kinda wide with that imported body kit
Yeah

Jealous demon on the heap of the money
Imp like the way I do 'em 'cause I keep 'em sunny-side-up
Tied up, lies shut, nylon slut - she's a nympho keep it simple I got her knees' high up
Put your debt down -- I trap up all of the people from the stead town
Homestead fucking burnin' call me vermin dead clown
Cat caught 'em on the head low - I need to steady aim for head blown 

Callous, I'm making malice - whippin' up that Telus
Communicating with ya on another chalice 
I drink yo' blood for necessary Alice, I'm waking her
In another land in palace I'm-a line the sand and relish
In the evil, call me shiva, im the dying people 
Ripped up from their fleshly emotes, I'm gon' stain them streak-off
Can I come back, combat them with diamonds and jade from my teeth hole 
I'll peer you at the peep hole, scoped up and im lethal
Taking a shot, making that rifle go pop, im making them mop up their blood
Walkin with essence of dark, Im faking a lot
Making my day djinn do talk - she's caping me moff
Lump is in Saturn and throat - 'nected to stars, embodying stark
Ironing men who are bored
Yeah Scriptz

DEAD CLOWN EMPIRE (PROD. NEKK)

LYRICS:

Dark thoughts ricocheting in my mind
like an echo
My brain is an intercom 
For my psycho 
5150 is my brains zip code
If you hating on me homie
it’s ditto 

People will switch up even 
if you’ve been solid since the sandbox 
People will come and go just like the sandlot
Some eager to sell your secrets quicker than a crack rock
My Mind is a chatter box

Peeling back these layers of thought
Ruminating in my own thoughts as I’m distraught
Self esteem bankrupt 
Scooting through this life 
on sheer dumb luck
Wishin I could 
hydraulic press my own thoughts

My tipping points
Are passing me by like rain drops
Inner dialogue on the run nonstop 
Monstrosity 
in the form of human flesh
I’m what you get 
when crazy and potential actually mesh

when I hit the mic 
it’s apocalyptic 
Apothecary with my lips
I don’t miss 
Yeah I’m a menace 
both on and off the white
Cooking up like Mr. white 
shoulda seen the light
Needa get a grip on life

Dark thoughts ricocheting in my mind
like an echo
My brain is an intercom 
For my psycho 
5150 is my brains zip code
If you hating on me homie
it’s ditto 

Taking over ‘cause I’m willing and I’m able,
Lay my cards out on the motherfucking table,
Lay low, gotta make sure my mind’s stable,
Maintaining independence, stay connected, no cable,
Break away though it won’t be painless,
Cleansing my soul from the cold like stainless,
Steel, keep it real,
When I tell you how I feel,
I don’t gotta talk about it ‘cause them bitches know the deal now,
A director who’s about that action,
Long story short, couldn’t fit it in a caption,
Laughing all the fucking way to the bank,
Been a saint and a sinner,
A forgiver, an assassin,
All I ever wanna do is find peace,
Fight sleep while I’m searching through the land, sky, sea,
I speak all my wishes to existence,
I dream of them better fucking days when I say “I beat this”

Dark thoughts ricocheting in my mind
like an echo
My brain is an intercom 
For my psycho 
5150 is my brains zip code
If you hating on me homie
it’s ditto

8corpses & Bearded Legend - ECHO [Prod. Bhasper]

Akin to Brandon Lee in the crow 
Nothing to lose homie 
I’m gung-ho 
Feel like three ten to Yuma 
Russell Crowe
No one really know me homie 
I’m a ghost 
Production immaculate 
Three crows
That’s the culprit 
Neurodivergent 
My brain an arena 
That’s hard to quiet
Hella’ Racket in my attic 
Havin trouble 
Tryna unpack it 
Hella’ judgement came from people like a pulpit 
Washed my hands clean of these morons 
Like Pontius Pilate 
Retrieval of self 
From the rubble of facade 
Scrutiny came my way 
More than any kind of applause
Feel like the chaperone for my own demise
These lyrics that I spit
Are not a disguise 
Just another entity going through entropy
I am the black sheep
An after thought of everybody

Blast me
Don’t ask me
Why you had to pass me off as a bad piece of work           
I feel sadly
Non sympathetic 
Fuck apologetic
Feelings are joke when you judge me as pathetic
Throw me for a loop
Think you know the truth
Try to make a claim against my mother fuckin’ troop
Three fuckin’ crows that flew the chicken coop
Hunting for a punk mother fucker on the stoop 
This is just another crows anthem
Another mine waiting
Gaz and Dot had to plant um’
Lyrics are exploding from the brain
Hear the shrapnel
Mother fuckers try to talk shit then we nab um’
Lastly I don’t give a fuck what happens
Leave me in a ditch dead in a dark casket
Call me crazy case
I’m a basket
Cause I don’t give a fuck what you pussies gotta say
Ya I’ve mother fuckin’ had it

Killer image drippin’ from the top
Holes in my head
Black Ink in my skin
Images of the dead
Despite what you see
There’s a mind of a G
Fuck it I’m a say it
G A Z
You be fucking with the realest
Matter of fact
Keep your two cents
Hold your breath
Don’t forget to exhale 
Better yet
Suck up the negative shit in your mouth
Choke on it
No way to let it all out
Maybe next time think before you feeling all stout
Motherfucker was an outlaw
Hands cuffed
Riding in the back of cop cars
Flip the script 
Twelve years
Six figures 
That’s a trip 
Life long mentors even had their doubts on
Your only enemy isn’t me
Exquisitely said 
I rose from the dead
With a corpse and my crows
Murderin’ in the grove
When the fucking foes
Start droppin’ to the floor
That’s your cue to turn around and go

Fuck it
I wet you up
Thinking I won’t 
Conversations been had 
And the judgement is doom 
Cut myself from the womb
The fuck you thinking I do 
Mother fuck you 
And your punk friends too 
Three crows cawin’ at the bag filled with bad shit 
8corpses slide out the back with the hatchet 
Silly mother fuckers over the top
You’re a spastic 
Ain’t no one killing shit the way we do
No open casket 
Lend all my achievement to the man who not facetious 
Passed the big three oh and never felt more like breathing 
Can’t fuck it up
Stand with no crutch 
I never know when to give up 
My site is set and definitely 
The boys and me to the end 
Three O D

Misreflection

Misreflection Feat. 8corpses

KRUEGER SET RECORDS 
Produced By BM11
Cover Art By BM11

BERNIEMACELEVEN - ANGUISH (feat. MOBBS RADICAL, BABYKRUEGER & TITO PARASITE)

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

PURGATORY IN MY MIND
I DONT WANNA REWIND 
Felt so confined
I was intertwined 
LIVING IN  HEAVEN AND HELL AT THE SAME TIME 
PURGATORY IN MY MIND

WINED & DINED
WITH MY OWN DECLINE 
GLAD I DIDNT RESIGN 
Leaving ALL THAT BEHIND 
I WAS IN A BIND
Quite some time
PURGATORY IN MY MIND
PURGATORY IN MY MIND

I DONT WANNA LOSE MY LIFE 
BUT I REALLY WANNA DIE 

I DONT WANNA LOSE MY LIFE 
BUT I REALLY WANNA DIE 

I DONT WANNA LOSE MY LIFE 
BUT I REALLY WANNA DIE 


PURGATORY IN MY MIND 
BEEN UNDERMINED
Even though life 
Isn’t always kind
Now is my time 
I’m Steady on my grind
PURGATORY IN MY MIND 
LIVING IN  HEAVEN AND HELL AT THE SAME TIME


PURGATORY IN MY MIND

PURGATORY IN MY MIND

I DONT WANNA REWIND 
PURGATORY IN MY MIND


I won’t be a patron to those that patronize
That’s Vice versa
 if you didn’t realize
I got a real eye 
For the real
I realize 
I ain’t here to entertain lies 
Bounty on my head 
Like it’s lice

Procuring a better future 
I gotta Curate myself better
My Wordplay is off the wall like Peter Parker 
Movin calculated Like it’s Parkour

No bogey on par 4
I’m on par for 
Changing my life around 
Your honor 
It’s an honor
 I’m popping no longer 

But I am double jointed 
smoking two joints at once 
 Call me double jointed 
Watching the northern lights
While toakin on some northern lights

I DONT WANNA LOSE MY LIFE 
BUT I REALLY WANNA DIE 

PURGATORY IN MY MIND
I DONT WANNA REWIND 
Felt so confined
I was intertwined 
LIVING IN  HEAVEN AND HELL AT THE SAME TIME 
PURGATORY IN MY MIND

PURGATORY (PROD. BLXXDMAGE)

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I Won't be infected by your message
Never really questioned your intentions
Now I see all the misconceptions 
Paralyze minds with a word like a weapon
A lesson learned
Now I break the curse
Another bridge burned
Leave you dead in a hearse
The virus spreads from your mouth
Still you’re letting it out
Ya you poisoned the well from the birth
You can bless another empty vessel
Leader of the cult
But you won’t confess
So take a sip of the punch
Then presto
Another lost soul
In a bag perfecto 
Enough with the shit        
You can swerve to the left
Oh God
Make it stop 
Or reverse 
Or just let go 
Ugh    
Got to resist
Or reject
No respect
None the less
You’re a pest
Hope you burn
In a pestilent death

Coming to the realization
Never fucking bet against me 
Go and fuck around 
Letting your peers hold you down 
You’ll never grow 
Destined to fail
That’s why they rob and kill
So what’s the fucking deal 
Coagulated 
Decapitated 
Mindless as fuck 
I’ll give my soul
To get your bitch ass out my face and go
Sever the ties 
Your heavens a lie 
Just raise up the camera and point at your foe 
They creep and they hide 
They constantly lie 
The damage they cause just to fucking abide
Now I’m living out my days in this fucking fire

Red lights with the warning signs flash
Enemy of the state with an AK
Hoods draped with an unknown face 
Pull ya' ski mask down let the violence elevate
Bullets rain and shade the sun with shells
In a minute
All will tell of the time that hell had prevailed
Media mania
Reign of the suits
Infected like a virus 
How we even buy this shit
We hunt the eye witness
HA
Never could tell 
Who the truth hurt
Twisted fingers
Television blurs
Switchblade curse
Wanna fuck with the silent type
Blood web in a violent night
Worlds lost to a guy in the sky
Lies told to the sheep 
Then followed out by the weak

Final Warning

prod. Sinister Ways

https://youtu.be/7bZxFVE6URA

Tortured Mind (feat. Undead Ronin & Tundramane)

Couldnt resist dropping this, more soon

Got a mac mac
IN my back pack
Bullets loaded, trigger finger itchin slack slack
Gonna pull it figures that I had to trap laps 
-Running the circles around you, think ive had the last laugh 
It's a tad whiplash, BDS for the bad 
Missile seeker on these premadonna has-beens 
Im like alladin
Flying on a carpet, desert eagle in my right hand, uzi in the other 
Drivin hoopties through a cosmic ring I think I touched a feather
of the ra, -lookin through the eyes of cause and osirus, severely ill for loki odin on papyrus
Killing the gods with  parasite infected  realm with virus 
Worm, wormworm
make you fuckin squirm germ
Dont   obey shit im a motherfuckin maverick burn burn
Im incompatible with all these rattlle skulls, brain is so empty it sticks to the bottam yo 
Call me maniacal but I know better road, pulling the curtain down, now I will gladly float

Got a mac mac
IN my back pack
Bullets loaded, trigger finger itchin slack slack
Gonna pull it figures that I had to trap laps 
-Running the circles around you, think ive had the last laugh 

Ha, haha ha ha trippin on these hard highs 
Ill crunch your bones like the high hatsare behind lines
I cant now cannibal that shit it tastes like sheep and fried brain
I dont think you  want to wield torch when I do eye for eye 
I dump it magical, lookin like tragic mess I am an animal 
kind of an fan of fully-loaded shotties, gonna weta body, gonna throw a party 
Bloody rain on all the shawties, I kill everybody, vomit on the ketamolley, ima kamakazi
'puku for the kamis, strippin out this body, wait on walky talky, jester always spying

HOTLAP (PROD. RULZ ON)

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