[LYRICS]:

I HAD TO LET IT GO
I HAVE NO SKIN
VELVET EXECUTION BURIER
I WAS WROTE IN WITH THE BLOOD OF AVID CARRIERS
NOTHING REALLY MATTERS
THE BASTARDS WITH LIMBS THAT SHATTER
RUN FASTER FROM THINGS THAT MATTER
AND HIDE IN ARMED BARRIERS

TOUGH LUV IN A SENSITIVE CITY
THE VEILS ARE ALL BUT LIFTING
WHILE OUR PROGRESS ITTY BITTY
WORSE THAN THE TOXINS WE'RE EMITING 
KILL THEM IN ONE SITTING
BLOODY ROOMS SMELL KIND OF ICKY ICKY
YOU HAVE NO SKIN
WATCH ME DO AWAY WITH THIS BRAWL THAT'S WITHIN
SKINLESS AS YOU CRAWL
WHAT THE FUCK WAS DONE IN?
WATCH ME KILL YOU ALL, YOU SHALL HAVE NO EFFECT

KNØTTZ - NO SKiN [PROD. 0R.LOVE]

SINISTER KIDZ (PROD. NXTTY)

SAPHYE

CUNT SHIT feat. Ouijaboy (prod. Nesio x Vilex)

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics :

I tried hard to roll the problems in my life today 

The day green it’s okay to put the smoke away 


Hour 16 smoking sour Like my  stomach pains

They asking what vibe is it’s a blue game 


Picking out the seed and stems to my soul 


Niggas don’t they rather throw that’s shit in they bowl 

tired of the bud or the blunts we smoke I don’t know 

I can see it in your eyes the vibe bringing em low 

What’s the point of getting high If you don’t even get up 

Cause every time he get level spend the points now he stuck

Put the coin in the slot 
Still ain’t getting no luck 

Owe the plug for a dub still ain’t giving no fucks 

The green was manna from heaven 

College boys with bat we took  the L to the 7th 

Puff another 8th cause I know these games is not ending 

I said some shit that I regret but just know that I meant it 

Honestly Your honor nothing to defend Its offensive 

I really care it’s intensive 

But you been acting pretentious

You ain’t feeling what I’m saying need some  culture to get it 

Broken bones heal but if words caused it ain’t  mending

Keep your change clutched cause the dollar bill ain’t worth spending 

 



I meant that shit if I wrote it 

Bars so layered niggas think im talking smokin 

Better love the mic and treat it right now if 

you hold it 

There ain’t no letting go

BLUE GAME

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics :

I still roll with a swish 

puff smoke for a genie that ain’t granting no wish 

Ain’t lying  to you niggas it’s Mary Jane that miss 

I looks past my own plight grab the mic 
Then I spit 

They ain’t got time for therapy 

I make time wit my wrist


 I do that shit with my lips 

The tRuth is writ in my quips 

They say you’re time is ahead 

You Wear that shoe if it’s fits 

They want the bullshit to hurt 

Don’t let ‘em know if it is 

I look helpless when I stumble 

Know the woe is in me 

Happy memories is now the foe of many 

Dreadful moments 0 to 50

Just another day I’m cold and living  

Talking fast on a trac phone like i’m running low minutes 



Left my shoes at the front door 

I Walk a Hallway of glass until I can’t no more

My feet hurting 

but end is worth the sores 

I been under too long 

Even the demons they been bored  

Self pity is pathetic yet here I am again 

Smoke a blunt again 

Memories won’t win 

I forget so I can live 

I repent so I can smile 

To a god ain’t what it is 

It’s the Mary Jane I love 

I been bitten since a kid 

But I cant crawl walls 

When the goblins flying in 

That’s a green that I can’t see 

That’s a shade that I can’t be

Grape swishers what I hate  

But I roll it when I need  

You can’t understand the green 

You cant hurt what you can’t see

GRAPE SWISHER

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics : 

Bitter sweet smoke Like a optimo 

With the lost souls is Where you ought to go 

They on a roll 

Point a to point b know we puff a lotta smoke 

They won’t judge you till it’s coming out yours honors throat 

Won’t leave a note me and my niggas  hit the road now they looking for a ghost 

no MCs was on post 


and while these rappers took a doze 
 
We made the site our own 

But they won’t see the tunnel til it’s gone 

They  do the most 

I know my roots and where I started know  I needed those 

I knew that music was con I’ll never see the pros 

You want the bread you gotta make but can’t eat  loaf 

And Too much on your plate my nigga I can see the bloat 

When you know you wrong you try to hurt someone but you can’t 

antagonize to make the arguments  you want advance 

You simply wanna fight  just cause I have a different stance 

Just put your pride aside realize imma different man 

With different thoughts 

A different world view 

Niggas need to learn disagreements will not  hurt you

need a line for hopeless pot heads check the first two 

That’s optimio is nice to smoke but don’t nobody wanna roll


It’s nice thought but ain’t nobody doing that shit 

smell of guts the taste of leaf deter 

niggas from doing it 

I see the ash before the burn it's a curse and a gift 

(That optimo is nice to smoke but don’t nobody wanna roll)

BLUE OPTIMO

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics :
Mind a zig zag 

Started on the paper now he blunt wit his words 

Took a long time to build the courage 

Started out simple now I’m on the verge 

Of being great or I’m getting worse 

I can’t tell  when  I spit a  verse 

Living is the only way you  learn 

Fire ain’t the only thing that burn 

Stegosaurus way I love the fern 

Asteroid of thoughts gon occur 

Killing everything I've been taught 

I Think of everything that I dropped 

Then it wasn’t real now it is 

I Hate the way I thought as kid 

I Didn’t finish school wish I did 

Now I wonder how I’m gonna live 

When my mind think of what it is 

Collapse inside my self once again 

I get paranoid when they show love cause I don’t know if it’s real 
 
 triumphant or defeated I don’t really know what to feel 

Same cycle day in day out I don’t really  wanna know the drill

But the sgt keep calling names 

I don’t wanna be in this place 

But the draft doesn’t feel same 

I was put  here for a reason 

I can choose to leave but my loved ones say they see it as an act of treason 

Music and the weed keep my clock ticking at this point know I need it

ZIG ZAG

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics :
I’m writing for my self 

I’m writing bout my health 

Hoping I get well 

This one ain’t bout talent 

This a show and tell 

Finally got to it 

In the hole  he fell 

Try to see my folks 

They been dry as hell 

Tried to  see my nigga

Made a plan it failed
 
Breaths I still take

On this earth I am 

However it  pan 

can’t desert my man 

I ain’t got no fear 

Failed attempts 

The Reasons  why   I’m still here 

Spit the loudest facts 

 they could never hear 

Been confronted death 

And The head he rear 


Dreams I always have

Of the things I want 

And then I wake up 

Know  reality is  always deep cut 

The guilt i felt for months 

Left me spilling guts 

 like a split blunt 

Only good for one 

Only smoke it once

You ain’t getting none 

We ain’t doing fronts 

Why the black mild 

Try to Kill the ones   I love 

I ain’t talking gar 

Metaphor for drugs 

Not another bowl 

I really need a hug   
  
Take my life away 

If the passion run 
I won’t catch up 

I’d rather see the sun 

See him once again 

When my life is done 


On and on it go 

Thought of letting go 

Conscious what I loathe 

Mental health it froze

Flower in the rolls  

Thaw my mind my with those

 head been feeling low 

 brothers they don’t know 

Cant see  threat I  pose

To my very own 
 

Soul 

Soul 

Soul