This beat reminds me of Necro's old school beats when he rapped with Captain Carnage, I love it

PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

https://soundcloud.com/blckbrds

tuMaggz Lyrics:

Smoking on gas call it Texaco
All y’all just some rats in a race
Choppa came in from New Mexico
Leave a few holes in your face
Putting my bitch on a pill
Imma hit from the back til it breaks
Fuck out my face
Don’t turn me down in the club 
While I’m fucking I want it to shake
It’s like these days 
People only show love two ways
Two faced 
Everything you hear is what who say
Noose hanged 
Cancelled 
Opinion not valued
I support your message but I really can’t stand you
Put your past out there I bet ya we could blast you 
You ain’t really helping shit you really fucking fu fu
New Groove
Bitch I’m the emperor
I’m unstoppable 
You better watch your temper bruh

Blckbrd Lyrics:

You barking at nothing like you a deaf dog
Motherfucker hark my warning, you not shit 
Me and Maggz lap them rappers fast as hedgehog
Make em drop rings when ops turn to mist
It’s like I’m Bob Burnquist in THU2
And To whoever hate me
I fuckin hate you too 
Black mask with a sickle and a clone like noob 
Tap dance round the devil, the bringer of bad news 
D.TA 
Karen ass rappers lookin like the PTA 
Only one shot you do not get a rebate 
You not poppin this is not GTA 
Money fallin like a modded lobby 
When I monologue, they replay 
Uncanny valley, motherfuckers always act nice, deep down they be fake 
Trust issues done had me up for three days 
Y’all be smoking reclaim 
I’ll be waiting for my ACH

UNCANNY VALLEY (feat. Blckbrd) - Single

UNCANNY VALLEY (feat. Blckbrd)

"Used to drown in DPH" ft. Jaywakeup

JMattson X Jupiluxe - BREAK THE WRIST, WALK AWAY (Prod. Nekk)

Witch dance party was something for awhile I wanted to give a try with a more faster paste style track. I hope you all enjoy this and do your boy a favor and go stream this track like crazy on Spotify.

Stream WITCH DANCE PARTY
https://open.spotify.com/track/463kyOcKOSyOp52VvHDP9J?si=e89a203fb79e4631


Social Media: ZANGE 🤘https://www.flowcode.com/page/ZANGE

Social Media: CRUXX 🤘 https://linktr.ee/cruxx_shadows



beat by the homie
@prodnug

ZANGE X CRÜXX $HADOW$ - WITCH DANCE PARTY (Prod. Nug)

MOBBS RADICAL- CAMP HOLLOW(PROD. ALYCE)

LYRICS

Overthinking 
Overthinking
Overthinking everything 

What’s the crux of it all 
If it all comes falling
Just a reminder 
We are all dying
Teeter tottering 
At the crossroads
Whether I say yes or no
All I know 
Is I don’t know

Tryna not look back filled with regrets
Too good at holding on 
But when I let it go
It’s a free fall  
Suffered so many pitfalls
Not everyones opinion is a one size fits all 



Made myself orgasm
CAuse I was feeling  depressed 
Got a low libido 
Not even craving sex 
I Fixate on death 
If you want to kill me 
You can be my guest 

I got nothing to lose 
This music is just a side quest

Even if it was a cry for help 
People couldn’t care less 
When I finally think my brain has 
showed me darkness 
It proceeds Show me what 
dark is 


Constantly Self soothing
Just to keep going

overthinking [Prod. Blxxdmage]

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)

FRESH. Hope you guys like this one - we'll probably do another mix pass for spotify for that extra sauce. Coming soon.

Lyrics:

It's not a joke
meaning to tell you that I'm never ever broke
Coming with the fel whip, got the suby color yoke
Rare as rubies caught em with my nimble tokes - I got smoke, I bless my folks, I'm fucking tired but im woke-ness, needa ya to blow this
I've got a tactical rifle scope this, I'm gonna smoke the men, dont know what robe I'm in, caped like a moff I'm gonna stoke the limbs 
Burn em with the fire, summon nother sire, op with the slot for the blade, take em with the liars, Im in the mire - swamp man with the glitter spire 
Unicorn bitch get me higher, hand on the horn I fuck all these whore's in pelvis for toren my scripture got warrant for pictures 
lit on the mixture - rippin the bong under the fixture - lights on the flicker, gasolin flick her - message ya lick it, pussy is trot  
I'm like st sickness on a sick mission 

It's not a joke
meaning to tell you that I'm never ever broke
Coming with the fel whip, got the suby color yoke
Rare as rubies caught em with my nimble tokes - I got smoke, I bless my folks, I'm fucking tired but im

bless-ed with horns, an angel whose torn, minute men got my back dough, Im feeling the scorn - I vet em with the vetted knights I glistened from the lore 

I hit em with the nether-blight to make em mine my ore, gold in my teeth that I usurped from boars - I'm hunting the shore, selling the water to born

tints-men, business in, they suited and fanged they got reason hold the doors - for me

TACTICAL JOKESTER (prod. LeLxx)

LYRICS:

Decorating your speakers with the sound 
Of pandemonium 
Mood swinging back and forth 
Bedlam in my cranium 
My brain is a thought stadium 
Only those who’ve faced hell
Can understand my idiom

Welcome to the brain of a killer 
That’s verbatim 
Fold your fuckin clothes 
With you still in em
Mag dumping anything with a pulse
Bum rush that mothafucka
Leave his body to convulse 
Sadly 
Your Gods a hoax 
You can try to pray to him 
But 
your life is toast 


My mind is a parade 
a fiasco 
Who is 8corpses 
Hell if I know

Learning to love myself
Like a clandestine chemists 
Safrole shelf 
Distorted in my thinking 
I don’t need no nelp
Taking 
negativity 
out my life 
Like I’m rotoscoping in AE 

Used to pop that E 
just to satisfy 
my inner need to feel free 
Who is me
I often ask myself a few inches from the reflection that I see 

Decorating your speakers with the sound 
Of pandemonium 
Mood swinging back and forth 
Bedlam in my cranium 
My brain is a thought stadium 
Only those who’ve faced hell
Can understand my idiom

nut up
or shut up 
these pussies getting fucked up

Ill smack you in the face with a louisville sluggah 

bitch get back 
you wack 
and i ain’t wanting none of that 

swinging a bat 
get cracked 
and now you layin on ya back bitch 

imma tip toe 
round da function while i’m smokin on da indo 
hit up odi now we blowin gas up out da window 
dooby rollin doobies now we smokin on like 6 bones 
sally runnin shit like a mothafuckin flinstone 


puffin on da ghost it got me high as fuck 
finna drop the bag on an ar with some monkey nuts 
jumpin through some mental hurdles lookin like some double dutch
sklat gave me love bitch you know i had to double up 

hand over that blizzy imma face it in a second 
cant nobody hang if you ain’t in 187 
all white crocs when i’m out the house and steppin 
open up the portal down to hell is where im heading

BEDLAM (feat. 99zed) [Prod. Bhasper]

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