2021hellalitG

Mixed & Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/alfonzaaberg
twitter: https://twitter.com/alfonzaaberg

Cover Art by: https://twitter.com/undeaddeaths

Lyrics:

Whatever happens to me let it be
I'll be living heavenly
Fuck whatever you peddling - ya whole life is offending me
These weak boys be meddling 
In they head with telepathy
Tread around here carefully - keep fuckin' around you perishing 

I cannot take another minute, no
Shit about to get critical
Even the things I used to cherish in life looking pitiful
I inhale then I hit the floor
Pull up on you silly hoes
Shapeshifting caught on video
The red circle showcase my soul

Bitch I pull up pushin whirling wheel
Ima have to make em kneel
I dont care you in the field; I write my name in it bitch forreal
Doing research on the web
I see numbers in my head
Don't even need to pretend
Angels in my room again

Human eyes should never look upon me
I'm sippin' Dom P, I'm in that extra long T
Put it on me till i'm in that long sleep
If i die today that man they buried not me

Turn up the white noise, shut the lights
I'm going north
Are you planning on coming back? Well yes of course
The light is brighter than it's ever been, i'm setting course
I see a soulja that can finally rest - you see a corpse

Dirty

A compilation of songs recorded under HEAVY SINS from 2014 to 2018. Presented in chronological order.

Ajin

IG @TXCKA_

LYRICS:

Everyone who’s gotta fuckin problem with me just know that i’m
stone cold
no heart 
oh no 
so it goes
keep the pole 
locked 
loaded yo
man talkin 
won’t do a thing
and if he really wanna go there imma
turn em to a 
turn em to a
stain 

mistakes you made
hey 
it’s ok 
who’s to blame 
for your fucked up 
decisions 
prolly daddy aye
Heart stopper
You gon use my pain 
and level up 
you selfish cunt 
i better run 
i better run 
away
change 
my name 
move outta state
she was just a snake 
and i was the bait 
in love with a face 
but i hate ya traits 
i know you can relate 
to the shit i say 
i be smokin good 
fuckin kush 
straight to my face
i don’t need a girl a need money aye

HEART STOPPER (PROD. TRULIFE)

Prod. YCK

Voices inside me now I’m on a murder spree 
Bitch imma kill em I say that with certainty
We cannot save or salvage irredeemables
What they be doing is fucking unspeakable 

Office of criminals we nominate
And we’re paying for shit that we don’t wanna pay 
Prisoners serving now we’re making monuments
Pressing the button I blow up the continent 

Fuck now we attack
Step in the place and won’t leave it intact 
Dropping a missile the currency crippled 
I’m slitting the wrists and kidnapping officials

I’m fighting a war my tissue is torn
I’m making a pact making my crown of thorns 
Abolish the humans polluting the planet 
I’ll take away living you’re taking for granted 

No one can follow my trail
I’m in hysteria I’m off the rails 
Copping the weapons they put up for sale
And we’re checking the bodies they’re sterile and pale

You got no say or a kind of a voice
Freedom is nonexistent ain’t a choice
Hearing complaints it’s all meaningless noise
And you pray for what any free market destroys

Logical fallacy broken mentality
Bitch you can’t handle life out in reality
You ain’t been cognizant you’ve been the opposite
We won’t be here in 3000 I’m calling it

Cops are colluding restrain em they’re shooting
They murder the youth what the fuck are they doing
Patrolling the streets and controlling the peace
I’m inciting the rioting holding their greed

Fuck every psalm hit em up with napalm
I’ll be ducking for cover and they will stay calm
Out in the desert I’m burned to my skeleton
Make a distraction that’s only irrelevant

Free all the guilty I’m thinking they will be
Tasting their own medicine I wonder will we
Hold them accountable for any treason
They may have committed or may have repeated

No one can follow my trail
I’m in hysteria I’m off the rails 
Copping the weapons they put up for sale
And we’re checking the bodies they’re sterile and pale

You got no say or a kind of a voice
Freedom is nonexistent ain’t a choice
Hearing complaints it’s all meaningless noise
And you pray for what any free market destroys

Hysteria

Melody prod. 6KK WAYS x Dozy Doe
LYRICS:

Ever since a kid 
I never gave a fuck about shit 

Fuck a 9 to 5 I’m never clockin in I’m out bitch 

Said yung sxmpra what you wanna be I say a misfit 

How you gonna tell me what I gotta be you trippin 

I’m In my zone 
Schematheposee 
What I’m on 
I got that chip up on my shoulder 
And that black cap on my dome 
That Section8 up on my body 
Keep me poppin like a shottie 

I’m leavin a mothafucka in a box he steady rottin 

Aye 
Get up out my way 

Want you look up in my face 
When I’m out the gate  

Cos no one movin at my pace 
Wanna pave this lane 

These pussy mothafuckas lame 
all the same 
That’s another plane Jane 
Uh 
Bitch 
Wanna play the game 
That razor blade 
Will graze yo face 

When a pussy mothafucka really wanna be the one 
To say 
What he may
Like it’s mayday 
Mayday 
Another one
Vacate 
System be rippin and trippin to keep us 
From facing 
The truth 
When in the booth 
I gotta spit my shit 
And I’m rippin it too like 
Who 
Who gonna fuck with kid 
Better buck up bitch 
Cos I bump in this shit 
Like you 
You wanna fuck with the kid 
Never gonna pull up in the whip 
Like bitch 
You through 
They don’t really wanna be the ones to jump on this ship 
Cos I don’t have shit 
You do 
They gonna hate me cos I’m comin up and you fuckas be doomed 

Creepin I’m rippin these fuckas up outta they seat and they know that I’m schemin I’m dreaming of all of the things I’m achieving I keep on my feet and these pussies be payin for features 

Creatures be sayin they made me I made me and maybe you could indeed make yourself too if you stopped with the fuckery stuck in the past as I laugh bitch fuck you 

Pull up all black to the shoes 
Cap with a hoodie 
On my back 
That’s new 
Fuck what ya do 
And fuck ya whole crew 
Bitch schema to the grave 
I’mma die up in the booth 
Yuh 

I am an entity and I am entering in to the peak of my energy meant to be what I am sent to be and I am ending the fuckas that mention me

NIGHTMARE (Prod. Dozy Doe)

Prod by me 

Drift or speed when you play this song 
(Source: dude trust me)

BREAK YO SELF!

@pologize (prod. dontcrysloan)

"Female" via Thraxxhouse.
Available for purchase/stream via iTunes, and all other major digital retailers. 
Female Shirts available: http://nedsworld.bigcartel.com/product/female-ultra-rare-limited-t-shirt

2039 Neo Gotham [Prod. By John Mello]

prod. by @crack_daniels

OFFICIAL VIDEO: https://youtu.be/horFS-fIGmc

LYRICS:

From the moment I wake up my mind starts to make up these negative outcomes to tell me my day sucks. They would like to stay but my mind’s never spacious. I’m making no sense (cents) like I’m taking a pay cut. I’m shook like maracas, I’m still getting proper, I’m trying to live by Hakuna Matata. I feel like I’m chosen, I’m showing emotions, I keep talking shit like I spit from my colon. They popping in a Klonopin, they need that shit like oxygen. No stopping the intoxicants, we’re kicking it like moccasins. The shit will make you tell ‘em that you’re better off dead, and they’ll look at you and say that it’s all in your head.

It’s all in your head.

I can’t fuck with nobody, I’m sorry, the shit ain’t my choice, Paranoid like I’m Ozzy. I’m fucking corrupted, the thoughts are destructive, like sick politicians, they’re not to be trusted. We got a common enemy, the fear won’t get ahead of me. They say I’m getting better, well I motherfucking better be. I’m utilizing my voice till it’s raspy, I’m always gonna tell you these are my thoughts exactly. I’m making a statement for mental enslavement, this ain’t all a show just for your entertainment. You’re feeling my spirit, like Kurt with my lyrics, it’s passive aggressive with no interference. Erratically, emphatically, the way they be combating me, I’ll radically be on the fucking charge like I’m a battery. They like to make you think that you’d be better off dead, then they look at you and say that it’s all in your head.

It’s all in your head.

Buy on iTunes

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY (prod. CRACKDANIELS) [MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW]

BORN TO DIE (Ft. TAJ THA GOD) [Prod. SANTOS SANTANA]

SANTOS SANTANA X $NOT - ROUTINE

MVKO 

Man down,
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds,
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds,
Stand inside the ring get knocked out,
Big mouths,
Talkin all that shit you ain't bout

Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom,
Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room,
Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
Fuck you bitin motha fuckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom,
Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that,
Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag,
Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag,
If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold,
Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone,
I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone,
Ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls,

X2
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal, 
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible 

JMATTSON 

Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up 
Not too many motherfuckers that I’m down to trust loud as fuck 
When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers 
There ain’t shit that you could tell us little bitch 
Run it up run it up 
Most these rappers dumb as fuck
double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up 
What the fuck what the fuck 
Excellent we nothing but 
You gone pass the blunt or what 
These Haters we gon fuck em up hoe
All these motherfuckers on some weak you shit you got me fucked up if you think that I ain’t peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style I got more you can keep it bitch 
You know what the fuck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs 
Never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that’s your girl tell me why the fuck she all up on my dick

WITCHOUSE 40K

Fall back/
Suck a dick, lil pussy boy
You ain’t got a .40, takin selfies with a toy, hoe/
Nerf gun thug bro, I destroy his ego, I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal/
I just copped a deagle, my sight on yo hero/
I’m digging up graves and they calling me zero/
I look like a rot, boy you act like a beagle/
Your life is so fake like you working at regal/
Pullin up hit with an uzi, knockin em out like I’m selling him roofies/
I just got blood on my soobies/
Red bottom walking I’m walkin on rubies/
She saying use me, drape me in Louis, I ain’t a noobie suckin that dick/
Takin a groupie, making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick/
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro, hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro/
Fuckin a bitch in the back, aye/
Fuckin a bitch for the bag, aye/
Hittin a lick and I’m calling it quites, and I’m cutting a brick that I stash in the whip/
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I’m fuckin yo butch with my dick in her ribs/
Poppin out, bitch I walk it out while you on your couch/
Smoke em out, bitch I’m rolling pounds, only rolling loud/
Bulletproof, but they fall in down, feed em to the crowd/
Hellhounds running through your town, no ain’t no bodies found/
Blech

ZERO feat. JMattson & Witchouse 40k (Prod. Santos Santana)

IGOTBANNEDFROMHEAVEN

Imma take a mothafucka to the grave mane 
Slain 
Lay in vain 
See what happens when a mothafucka play 
Lame games 
Cellophane 
And a blade to the brain 
And Another fuckin' day and imma boutta' go insane 

I’m stuck up in my mind and I’m locked in a far away place 

 I’m Waiting for an angel to retract these Motha fuckin' chains

I be Stuck within walls that reflect all the evil shit that I commit 
Mirror mirror on the wall please watch me 
sacrifice a bitch 
And the shit I spit is blasphemous I really must admit 

But I don’t give a fuck so you really outta luck 
So take that up with another young buck 

I spray like a mothafuckin' AK four to the seven 
Mac eleven Imma 
Send another fucker to heaven 
Are they really even gonna let him
Send him back 
Cos they see that his soul has been standing within my presence

they be puttin' up a mothafuckin' image of my  face and labelling it red so I can never enter in the gates 

Death mane mothafucka 
Come from the grave 
I’m Takin a blade up out the thang 
And erasing ya name 
You think you know me pussy boy
What you know ain’t the case
I’m a psychopathic mothafucka straight out the gate 

So there’s blood up on the walls and you missin' a tooth 

 Yo carcass layin' on the floor guess you know what I do 

I Take a mothafucka's soul when I spit in the booth 

You see a demon can be seen as standing up for the youth 

Takin up a pass time makin' it they last time 
Pussy mothafucka's every one of you is past prime 

Gripping to life like a mortal and cry 
the tears start to burn now the acid is dry  

 I pull up to yo place with intentions surely cruel

Got a mask up on my face and that shit is nightmare fuel 

Bitch I’m
Makin' my way through these alternate plains searchin' for a humane way to cease all the pain 
Cos I'm just so
Sick 
Of the way shit is
Imma take away the pain so that we can live

Fuck the government eaters runnin' this shit 
I’ll Kill the man and burn the world so we can get away from the whip

Death mane mothafucka 
Come from the grave 
Takin a blade up out the thang 
And erasing ya name 
You think you know me pussy boy
What you know ain’t the case
I’m a psychopathic mothafucka straight out the gate

I GOT BANNED FROM HEAVEN (Prod. SXMPRA)

Smoking in the backyard crash and I can’t start
Blunts to the face when I race like it’s nascar
Bitch I’ve been my own plug growing all my own drugs
Step into the dirt and I’ve been digging fucking bones up

Pretty fucking factual that I don’t like a casual
I’m winging all this shit I’m rolling deeper with no manual
Can’t see well you got glaucoma
Backing up quick put you in a glock coma

No one say let’s go out to fucking Fresno
I don’t needa bitch in my ear cause I said so
Say that I’ll be famous but I don’t think being less known
Making any difference I already made a deathnote

Drug composing I’m down and I’m feeling loaded
I’m smoking alone and hoping a fucker would toe to toe and
Fade that’s a fact no problem when I attack
So wack when they all rap but fuck it I made a stack

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I’m getting proceeds
I’ve been spilling codeine I’m a fucking dope fiend

Body bag zip zip blunts that I rip rip
Bet you went and fuckin told the cops little tip tip
Thinking that you big shit then you start to nitpick
Boutta meet up with your bitch fuck then I dip quick

Break a fucking vessel all my demons I will meddle with
Drugs up in my blood I pay the statement I will settle with
Ain’t a lot of rappers I can say that I be level with
Triple six up I be repping all the devil shit

Back vengeance ideas I fucking penned it
I’ve gotten all your attention I’m serving a time my sentence
Going never ending this money I want to spend it
Well I’m guessing that’s the benefit of federal pension

Locking em up I’m hopping a bump when I ride and swerve
Copping a cup I’m coughing it up now we tied in first
To me it’s so amusing they try me but I’m the master
I beat em into a pulp and I’m leaving a body tattered

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I’m getting proceeds
I’ve been spilling codeine I’m a fucking dope fiend

Lowkey II (낮은 키 2)

Stay dormant when needed
Till you rise undefeated
______________________
aye you like dis edgy shit lets get it

Lyrics:
Lately stay lowkey
I do not cap no more
But ima cap you if you 
Showing at my street oof course
dodging people in my city 
Like a Matador 
I won't act like itll be pretty
I been mad before 
I see em coming through my rear view
Like you bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal
And I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle
You'll get shred and torn
I got that blade itll leave you spread all
Like a bastard born

Yea from plastic corpse
You fake
Faceless the way
Take that name to my grave
But I missed it like it like fate
know 1-7 the date
When I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor
To take away the pain
Since then nothing been plain
shit I got demons to race
an now i'm running my numbers an I  been upping my pace
yea that gone run up my stake till I
gone blow and create 
the existence i needed
bitch there no freedom in chains

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense


yo ego
finitio
them people
be evil
no see through
i de-tour
to run around

i don't want 
to put them
underground

hollow tip
bullet i 
gut you out

you see what 
i mean do
our chi
don't be equal
i frequent 
the freak show
then fuck around

i got yo bitch
in my dungeon now
she got that dick
by the dozen now
i got that clique
that gone buzz them pounds
fuck up the court
we go run them fouls
she the main course
know i love that sound
crying my name 
when our love in doubt

that kinda fucked but i'm
fucked up as well
cancer being spreading
inside in my cells
keeping it cold cos
i know i bring hell
bitch i stay froze
cos it keep it me well

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense         

get up off my dick you aint seen shit yuh

Cold Blood Warm Nights

Cold Blood Warm Nights (prod. CRCL)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDgXkh7-OXc

Mixed & Mastered by Alfon Zaaberg
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/alfonzaaberg
Twitter: https://twitter.com/alfonzaaberg
IG: https://www.instagram.com/alfonzaaberg/

LYRICS: 

In Silicon Valley micro-dosing with freemasons 
Jus bumpin' number stations
BItch jus waiting to be awakened 
If they ever activate me i'm sprayin'
Fuck out tha way, sleeper agent
Aw shit they the motherfucking chip in my wrist
I'ma show you what insignificant is
You aint nothing but a tiny ass blip in this bitch
M-A-N-A stay flippin the script, dog
Hologram finna fail when i lift off
Nut in a bitch then i disappear 
Shorty I got raptured why aint you hear?
Reptilian Hybrid embodying fear
Figment of your mind bitch im not even here
How I do it so nice? Can't tell ya
Oh dear, still motherfuck tha flesh and this whole damn sphere

Yo Fuck that fame
Buck that thang
Thats not me bitch, MIA
Comin' down, comin' down
In that Holographic thang

Man it's something in tha air
I dont care
I'ma make it happen 
Something in tha air
it aint fair, but it's time for action

Off that Stephen Paddock pack
Adrenochrome blunts that's back to back
Game full of squares like a bitmap
'borged up in this thang - cybernetic implant
Bitch i'm augmented but not in control
Black cars they often patrol
Lookin' over my shoulder I think I see someone at my door

Act like you don't know who run it 
Bitch you funny
See me stuntin' on these pussies like Keanu 
What you gon' do? Prolly nothing
Triple Six G shyt got me buzzin' 
Every corner, I cant function 
Fuck it when they put me on that fucking cross know I aint bluffin
Stupid bitch

MANA - "Voice Of God" (MUSIC VIDEO OUT - LINK IN DESCRIPTION)

Vocals: Santos Santana & @sinizterofficial
Prod by: Santos Santana

HÄSSIG FT. SINIZTER

degenerate (prod. bumboi)

PASSED THAT [PROD BY. KORAKAZI x PHIVEN] LIVE AT ZARLUX LOUNGE AVONDALE AZ AUG 10TH

FEATURING: 
https://soundcloud.com/slyye
https://soundcloud.com/benjamin_billz
PRODUCTION:
https://soundcloud.com/micxjac
https://soundcloud.com/yungsmartrider
ARTWORK: https://soundcloud.com/hernvndez666
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