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Daily Drops 28

Overdrive REMIX ft. Sinizter (prod by Chronolegion)

PRODUCED BY @TUMAGGZ
MIXED/MASTERED/ENGINEERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @jay-burgess-3

AK3K (@bluntedpharaoh):
pull the knife out my back 
grip the damn nine 
fuck with mine 
imma make him fucking flat line 
put a bullet hole thru his fucking jawline 
doing tricks with the blade 
hope you don’t mind 
yeah they wait for the day that i’m gon die 
i really hate when people think that imma nice guy 
imma murder everybody in your bloodline 
i’m pissed off
gonna blow up like a landline 
put my middle fingers up cause i still don’t give a fuck 
i should twist the fucking blade 
when it’s up inside your gut 
jesse really love the blood drip 
and i love the fuck shit 
when we get together 
there’s not really a discussion 
c4 strapped to my chest screaming suicide 
in this life that i’m l iving bitch it’s do or die 
i don’t know if imma live up  to see 45
so when i’m looking in the mirror bitch i’m terrified 
so i roll it up
give the weed puff 
i’ve been feeling rough so
please lemme beat it up 
i can’t get enough 
gon feast when i eat it up 
dick up in your guts whoa 
and my bitch a savage put the knife up to your throat bro 
whoa
going for the gold 
i’ve been on a roll 
wont stop till get my chain 
up on fucking froze 
so go yous a little hoe 
fuck up on my bro 
i’m ghost 
oh you didn’t know 
take away my soul 

JMattson:
Pull the knife out my pocket Issa bench made 
On the block and I’m feeling like Dikembe
Take a chance lil bitch you got 10 days
Need that money in my hand I need my rent paid grip her French braids when I hit from the back I’m a fiend hoe
Blowin money like I’m drunk at the casino 
Back with a motive to attack like I’m shego
They call me Vinny but I feel like uncle Nino C-notes in my jacket pocket with the blunt wrap, blood bath someone tellem get the fuck back, one strap on the waist one trunk bag, filled up with grenades don’t come back
Mothafucka if you really wanna problem we ain’t moving 
I don’t think they really want it hear em talk but they don’t do it
Run up on a motherfucker if he talkin like he stupid 
I don’t think he really bout it on his block but he ain’t shooting lil bitch why you actin like you hot shit
Totin pistols on the gram but you ain’t shot shit opp shit I been makin moves and makin moshpits godless tell me I should pray I’d rather not bitch
Glock out pull the glock out like I’m Witchouse 
Pop out with my cock out at your bitch house
Lockdown got it locked down like a grid now 
Ayy
Hellhound for the win now

AK3K X JMattson - VINNY & PAULY II (Prod. tuMaggz)

OVERPOWER PROD ANTI

Doe Slurp - SUBUWU
A phonk/deep house mix ready to bust your speakers up!

STREAM HERE
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/1hsiJfdPO6QhYPFmPeGVcS?si=bf404ce43b5c411a

SUBUWU (Doe Slurp)

ft. @apoc_krysis & @thesantos-1
prod. @slvg420

BLASTAH ft. APOC KRYSIS & SANTOS SANTANA (PROD. SLVG)

Catacombs (feat. Baby Rothh)

Redemption's Here at Last (Prod. Subtry)

UNDERTALE Soundtrack

Premonition

Cutting Heads Off Snakes

REPLAY (Prod. H3 Music)

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Skinwalker Social Club

STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

@txazz
@six_blades

[LYRICS]

TXAZ:
?

RATTLESNAKE:
I DESTROY HER LIFE THEN I TEACH HER HOW TO TIE A NOOSE 
BLADE STUCK IN HIS STOMACH I GOT BLOOD ALL ON MY FUCKING BOOTS 
I'M TOO FUCKED BITCH I'M IN NEED OF A LOBOTOMY 
PULL UP IN A UH IMA PULL UP IN A FUCKING

IMA PULL UP IN A TANK
PUSSY U ARE GONNA DIE TONIGHT
MAKE HIM FUCKING DRINK 500 MILLIGRAMS OF CYANIDE
PULL UP WITH THE GANG? UR EMBARRASSING URSELF
BITCH STOP ACTING ALL HARD YOU SHOULD JUST GO AND COMMIT SUICIDE

S!XBLADES:
555, GONNA KILL HIS FAMILY
TO NIGHT NIGHT NIGHT YEAH, BITCH I'M AN EPEDEMY
FUCKER YOU DON'T MAKE SHIT
JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE BITCH
YOU WON'T GET INTO PLAYLISTS
UNLESS YOU FUCKING PAY BITCH

BREAKING DOWN HIS DOORKNOB
BITCH I AM A WARLOCK
GONNA LET HIS BRAIN SPILL ON THE CARPET WITH MY 4 SHOTS

FUCK ME UP
CUT ME UP
DO IT AGAIN AY
SHOW ME THAT I AM A FAG WITH NO FRIENDS

WARLORD (FT. TXAZ + S!XBLADES) [PROD. TXAZ]

prod https://soundcloud.com/sorrow_bringer

LYRICS: I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga
Like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin bitches
She rollin' swishers for her bitches
I bought my niggas they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju- (okay, okay, okay...)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin
I beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back i'll do ya
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Deleted Account (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

Lyrics:

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests 
I'm moving lethal i'm never no less
I ain't got a PC just specs on the tec
Ain't sayin you won't make it but boy it's a - stretchhh
Like i'm stretchin your flesh 
Fuck bout no money I want my respect 
I'm pressing this piece to his head make a mess 
Could call me Paul Walker , i'm fast as it gets

One down lay dead 
We get down like that
Said i'm gon rain fire 
When I tote my fire 
Watch how my glock hi-top skin fades -
This beam his face 
Girl i'm riding round whats the location 
Pull up with the drive by leave his home vacant 
Boy you know that you could die bout this money i'm making 
All this muhfuckin paper
Chasing
Horns pierce the skin on my head call me Satan 
Say that I ain't bout it at this point you hatin
Scythe with the hoodie they know that I'm takin yo

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests uh 
Like insects, best watch where they step 
Incense, want smoke , cigarette 
Infected and i'm seeing red
You will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 

Pest
 
Pest

PEST

NIKKO - PEST (prod. Kiraw)

THIS ONE IS FOR THE MOSH TO TWEAK OUT TO!

SOCIALS:
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/ssjdaki/
TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@ssjdaki
Twitter - https://twitter.com/dakialmighty

LISTEN TO THE SONG ON ALL PLATFORMS:
Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/4jFdrKsm6edP3y0wwYifaA?si=2c0695bcbdbc4603
Apple Music - https://music.apple.com/us/album/bum-rush-simon-says/1712240391?i=1712240392

LYRICS:
BUM RUSH -
OK LIKE RUSH RUSH RUSH
I FUCK IT UP
I STAY WITH KARMA, THATS THE MOB
YEA WE CAN NEVER GIVE NO FUCKS
DONT NEED NO ARMOR WHEN WE SLIDIN
WE GON SMOKE EM OUT LIKE RUNTZS
I CALL HER DAHMER, SHE GON EAT ME UP
SHE LOVE IT WHEN WE FUCK

CUZ WE BEEN MOVIN LIKE THE BEST ONES
MY NIGGAS NEXT UP
I LET EM KNOW, I ALWAYS FLEX UP
I LET MY CHEST PUMP
THEY TRIED TO FOUL ON US, THEY MESSED UP
I LET THAT TEC DUMP
ITS SSJ, HE KNOW TO BLESS BUCKS
GO GET YOUR CHECKS UP

I BEEN PUTTIN THIS PRESSURE ON FOR A MINUTE
THEY BEEN BEGGIN FOR AIR BUT I CANT FORGIVE EM
BULLETS KNOCKIN EM DOWN, LOOKIN LIKE A MIDGET
HOW WE RIDE IN THE NIGHT, TELL EM FUCK A TICKET
HE WANT HEAT THEN WE PUT THAT BOY ON A SKILLET
KEEP A BURNER, I GRIP IT WITH OVER MITTENS
ALL THESE NIGGAS ARE PUSSY, A BUNCH OF KITTENS
BUT THEY TALKIN TO ME LIKE THEY FUCKIN WIT IT

LIL NIGGA I CANT GO
HIT HIS EYE, CUT HIM UP LIKE DEATHSTROKE
MINIMIZE, TURN THAT BOY TO DUST
CHOPPA FINNA DUMP, MAKE HIM UP THE TEMPO
IMMA GO STRAIGHT FOR THE END ZONE, FOR THE WIN
LIL BITCH I PUSH AND PUSH AND PUSH
AINT NO LOVIN
AND ALL THAT SHIT THEY SPITTIN IS NOTHIN, DIRT
ITS LESS THAN THIS RUBBISH

OK LIKE 
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH
I TELL EM
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH
I FUCK IT
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
YEA GO AND 
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH

SIMON SAYS -
HEARD THAT THESE NIGGAS WERE FEELIN TOUGH
THEY WANT WAR WELL IM TELLIN EM "LETS GO"
POP A ROCK IN HIS TOP LIKE A HEADSTONE
KEEP A STICK AND IT MAKE HIM GO (HEY!)

POP, PRESTO
WE ON SHIT THAT COMPETING WITH DEATH ROW
RIDE AROUND WITH THAT (SHH), WE CANT LET KNOWN

I CANT LET EM GET UP TO MY PACE, NOT EVEN LITTLE BIT
I BEEN BETTER THAN NIGGAS SINCE A LITTLE KID
I WAS 15 AND POPPIN IN THE 916
THROW THAT BOY IN THE PIT, IM KICKIN AT HIS RIBS
NOW GO LISTEN UP AND DO WHAT SIMON SAYS

WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK
OK YEA
WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK
OK NOW 
MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH
OK YEA
MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH
OK NOW 
THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW
YEA GO AHEAD
THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW
OK NOW 
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
YEA YEA YEA 
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO

BUM RUSH! / SIMON SAYS!

BUM RUSH! / SIMON SAYS! (PROD. MUD)

savage ga$p x kamaara x grim salvo - in your darkest nightmares, you'll see me (￣。￣)～ｚｚｚ

@scriptzrap @scriptzrap @scriptzrap

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Heart piercer with a blade and a figure
Rickenback the bass you can tell right when I enter
I'm a chemical the fiend who's of November
I'm arming up these catapults, marked till you surrender 
Shoot your knees' give me S+ VVS leash
Wrap it around your neck and let those diamonds crucifix bleed
I'm pegging in the stigmata, wrap you in that packing tape
Cant contain it cant afford I'm dexter only eat the wreaths 
Celebrate your canon I'm like Ganon got your b****
F****** on the beach, take her away to kingdom east
Wet katana lay flat cuz I got the tech 9 for his teeth
And now you see him like the sandman on one hunting in this dream

Shoot shoot stain the wall with smoking barrel
Im swaggin head to toe my payment spent on pradapparel 
I throw a sentiment to rappers that I carol
Repeating the flows, meeting the h***, smoking the Oz I don't care-oh
Swanging the blade music sends me sky high getting paid 
I dont think you want bad-side when it's getting late
Under moonlight I might give your blood a Scriptz saliva taste
Half monster creepin in your head, sippin on Alize
Dont you think you want to do it in a jet corvette convertible
Can I wetten these corsets and now we're moving vertical 
I plead some s***, you get upset and now we're thinking outta bowl
Throw you in the trunk, call it dunk - three pointer for her soul

SCRIPTZ x JON T - PALE HORSE

LYRICS : 

black robes,
lil bitch we slaying ghosts
i know what’s in your soul
she didn’t wanna let go
i flew across the globe
you better know your place
cos we coming with the blades 
newer settings, try again

we stacking racks up to the ceiling
i played em shows, and made a killing
i stack my racks up

looks like i just don’t die
like my soul leaves my body, but something brings it right back
shit might go down if they ever try to do me like that
shinigami, im dripped out, from head to toe, dressed in black 
they fucked up, hit em hard, because I know how 

gotta chase the bag more money more power more fame
bad little shawtys at the shows scream my name
squeeze so tight yeah im tugging on the chains
big leo in this bitch and the shawty grab my mane
she put me in a leg lock like its mma
love it when she do it, throwing pussy in my face
sneaking out the crib when she suck it dont leave a fucking trace, yeah you know my heart race
Yeah we cooking every night and we have a good time
feeling so elegant sipping like some wine
fresh new air got a rollie for my time
bitch so bad, she a 10 fucking dime
said she can't lie, gotta hit a rewind
bitch i'm on top now, gimme the top down
ride through the town in a whip and the top down
i got the beam and its straight off the lot
making her dance on her feet to the beat
hit from the back then i bust on her jeans
just got a glock with attachments and beams
fucking a bad bitch i play with her c's
give me the time and the place and the season
throwing up bags in the palace like ceaser
i am the king motherfucker no treason
hitting my gas and im smoking on trees uh

black robes,
lil bitch we slaying ghosts
i know what’s in your soul
she didn’t wanna let go
i flew across the globe
you better know your place
cos we coming with the blades 
newer settings, try again

i stacked the racks up to the ceiling
ill play em shows, and make a killing
i stacked em racks up 

looks like i just don’t die
like my soul leaves my body, but something brings it right back
shit might go down if they ever try to do me like that
shinigami, im dripped out, from head to toe, dressed in black 
they fucked up, hit em hard, because I know how

NEW SETTINGS 2 (ft. XELISHURT)

FLOW SAMARII x GRIP._.60
Dead not Dyin'
Dead Trench Gorillas (DTG)

DELIRIUM (Prod. GREY)

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

COVER ART BY VEXED WORKS

LYRICS:
Fuck Out my way 
Or I’m Wesley Snipes
Im on a rampage 
Middle fingers in yo fuckin face 
WAY TOO MANY DUMB ASS MOTHAFUCKAS 
NOWADAYS 
CONFIDENTLY HAVE NOTHING VALUABLE TO SAY 


A mass shooting isn’t noble go merk a pdf file

Punch the smile right up off their fucking face 
Wanna rip the skull right 
Up out their frame 
My heart is not a Happy place 
all I see is death 
At the tail end like a license plate 

I got people hoping I don’t see the next day 
Gone through a campaign of hella pain 
 it doesn’t always pour when it rains
But I’m tryna make steps 
So I can change 
Too many fake fucks 
Too many fakes 
Way too many people I pray burn at the stake 
Cognitive dissonance 
IS Running rampant 
Fuck an influencer 
I’ll turn em inanimate 

Shoving a camera 
Up in innocent peoples personal space
Acting like what you’re doing is the second coming of a holy name 
parasites and you
Are basically the same
But you’re just a bitch 
Tryna Do it for fame 


Fuck Out my way 
Or I’m Wesley Snipes
Im on a rampage 
Middle fingers in yo fuckin face 
WAY TOO MANY DUMB ASS MOTHAFUCKAS 
NOWADAYS 
CONFIDENTLY HAVE NOTHING VALUABLE TO SAY 


You Gave yourself tinnitus 
Tryna stunt on the internet
Took a gun and accidentally 
fired it 
You’re pathetic 
You’re an itis
How you make music 
but the outcome is the opposite 

I AINT NEEDA USE YOUR NAME FOR CLOUT 
NEVER SIGNED THAT NDA 
So you SCARED OF ME NOW 

I know your true colors
It’s quite unfortunate 
I could drop the info 
At any given coordinate 

I could end that career 
Without sending you to heavens gate 
You wouldn’t know a real homie 
Even if they waved in your face 

Don’t hit me up 
Don’t ask me why
The ball is my court 
And You crossed
 the realest alive 

To me that is music to my ears 
They say not to hold grudges 
But this is my souvenir 
With what I know 
I know that you live in fear 

And that makes me smile
From ear to ear

RAMPAGE (Prod. SCARYPLAIN)

killstation - perception (prod. killstation)

OPP CLEAR OUT FT.83HADES + LILDARKIE PROD.YUNG GLIZZY

BAD KID

Featuring and co produced with @istasha

go listen to all his music or ur lame

Lyrics:

bridge: Na$tii
came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked 
you don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck
40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping
come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust 
x2
verse 1: Na$tii
young dirty cutter 
yeah my skin look like a battleground 
staring at the lock, pick a time 
to come up in the house
shawty wanna fuck but affection
put you in the ground 
couple plastics bags and a tank
I won’t make a sound 

I won’t say a fucking word
u ain’t listen anyway 
put you in the dirt
or jus leave you in the alleyway
bro he mixing chemicals 
now they going in my veins 
bitch I’m a guerrilla 
bloc black I’m renegade 

chorus: Na$tii
killer got a gun
killer got a god complex 
x4

bridge repeats: Na$tii

Verse 2: @istasha
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

Drain 
When your left up 
Uh 
Running it back on medicine 
Never set up 

One with no face 
But his chest up 
bout to see you wreck it like 
Honestly not a bother in novelty 
Uh

Shooting it over off like a javelin 
Split open wigs like a pair of pins 
Inattention 

Knock on the frame and the seams degraded
Facing the cages your locked and faded

Fucking with no false light 
the stasis 
Break open crack out the places
Sought it into pathos and lost in oasis
Turning over
Bitch and then you're back into your basics 

chorus: @istasha 
Killer got a gun 
Killer got a god complex
x8

outdo: @istasha 
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

God Complex Ft. Istasha The Scrub

HAARPER x FREDDIE DREDD - WTF U MEAN [PROD. RYAN C]

I WOKE UP. THIS MORNING
IN SILENT HILL, THE WALLS
ARE PEELING, FALL.
instagram.com/tsuyunoshi
instagram.com/rejectedreyna
mixed by:
www.instagram.com/luisproducedit/

inspired by STALKER - vysrage
lyrics:
https://genius.com/Rejectedreyna-cigarette-burns-lyrics

CIGARETTE-BURNS [prod. TSUYUNOSHI]

NO I DON'T SKATE!
but i do be on that motherfucking grind 

{lyrics}
(CHORUS)
I'm on the grind
Nigga talk that shit ima slide
Drop straight facts i ain't gotta lie 
On the grind ti'll i motherfucking die 
Man i'm chilling i don't even gotta try 
Villain chilling in the building high 
Acting idiotic just to get by 
Looking like a damn sheep in they eyes
But im running shit i'm just the master of disguise
Always fucking high luke walking on the sky
Pussy rock the boat like we be living life of pi 
Fucking with the villain man i swear i'm not the guy 
We can go eye for an eye for an eye

GET PAY BACK UNTIL EVERYBODY DIES 
(VERSE 1)
What the fuck don't hit my phone 
Please just leave my ass alone
Want they fix like autozone 
I made all these shadow clones

I done moved alot of work through the damn hole
Think i'm playing when i'm saying that i snatch souls 
I'm grim reaper and i been asshole
Florida bitches looking at me like im Castro
I can't give a fuck i'm focused on my cash flow 
But they know that i know i'm about to blow 
But they know that i know i'm about to blow 
But they know that i know i'm about to blow 

(CHORUS)
I'm on the grind
Nigga talk that shit ima slide
Drop straight facts i ain't gotta lie 
On the grind ti'll i motherfucking die 
Man i'm chilling i don't even gotta try 
Villain chilling in the building high 
Acting idiotic just to get by 
Looking like a damn sheep in they eyes
But im running shit i'm just the master of disguise

(VERSE 2)
Love to talk cuz he really ain't got shit 
I was really all alone when i got this
people fake cut em off cuz they toxic
Flash back to all the shit that i was robbing
Running in with the bat man robbing 
Got me thinking but i keep my brain thoughtless 
Trying let my spirit be let i talk bitch
Trap P.T.S.D change the topic 
All my homies Japanese get the chop sticks 
All my homies Japanese get the chop sticks 
All my homies Japanese get the chop sticks 

(CHORUS)
I'm on the grind
Nigga talk that shit ima slide
Drop straight facts i ain't gotta lie 
On the grind ti'll i motherfucking die 
Man i'm chilling i don't even gotta try 
Villain chilling in the building high 
Acting idiotic just to get by 
Looking like a damn sheep in they eyes
But im running shit i'm just the master of disguise
Always fucking high luke walking on the sky
Pussy rock the boat like we be living life of pi 
Fucking with the villain man i swear i'm not the guy 
We can go eye for an eye for an eye

NO I'M NOT A SKATER (PROD PASTA)

Lich

DOUBLE DEE (Ft. SADFRIEND) PROD. CHINO JAY

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Double drop Xany'
And a perc' in the mornin’
Why the fuck not?
This life is too boring
I ain’t keeping score
Keep the codeine poring
Take me to the store
It’s the forty oz. glory
Gacked out
Smacked out
Give me something that will floor me
This is just another morphine story
Jonny was a wet brain
Left lane
Type of life
Ride until you die
Roll the die
Spin the chamber twice
Redline till' the tail pipe spits fire
Slow your ass down
Or you’ll get hit with The Red Dot

We got a room full of rowdy muthafuckas’
Sit back 
I promise 
I’ll vacate 
The pills 
Have vacated 
The brain can not hold it
No more sweats 
I’m cold 
And it’s pouring 
A few more codeine 
Might control it 
Three crows 
So low 
Fuckin' immortal 
Gimme some mo’
Lookin’ up 
Hollerin’ up 
God did not show up 
Wetter the brain 
Wetter than rain 
Let me go 
Feel it no more 
Losin’ all sense of the world
Flatline 
Fuck I’m overdosin’

I don’t wanna live
The road less traveled
I will end it all
In downward spiral
I’m the king of blood
Forget the titles
I will end it all
In downward spiral

So I’m slurrin’ words and I got a foggy brain
Smoke stacked
Pills racked
Blowback
Bloody nose 
Taste the drip it stings it brings me back to life again
Foamed up with a styrofoam cup
Fizzy lil purple pop
Twist my stomach up
Sippin’ til I’m throwin’ up
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Twisted boys
We here to let the heathens run a muck
Kids with slomo’ and a mix of promo
Fuckin’ up their dome
Wet brain syndrome

Wet brain 40oz for the insane
Throw your middle fingers up for the heathen gang

Wet Brain

CARBON ft. Do Not Resurrect ⌖ (Prod. S1NINJA)

THIS ISN'T FAIR
I DID EVERYTHING I'M SUPPOSED TO DO I SWEAR
I FELL TOO FAR I GUESS
CAUSE THE HOLE I'M CRAWLING OUT OF NEVER ENDS

I'M DYING IN MY DREAMS
AND ISN'T IT SAD THE WAY THINGS SEEM
NOBODY EVER GETS
TO FIND OUT WHAT THIS MEANS

DON'T TRY TOO HARD
IT'S NEVER ENOUGH FOR HIM
YOU STILL WAKE UP WITH THE SAME BAD THOUGHTS AND IT ALWAYS ENDS THIS WAY

I DON'T EVER WANNA SEE MY
HEAD
I DON'T WANNA MAKE 'EM BURY A
FRIEND
I MEAN IT'S FUNNY ALL THE TIME THAT I
SPENT
JUST STANDING THERE
ONE FOOT ON THE CHAIR

IF I'M NOT THE FARTHEST FROM PERFECT YOU EVER KNEW ABOUT
THEN IT'S SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT YOU I NEED TO FIGURE OUT

I CALM DOWN
WHEN EVERY LIE THAT I TELL
TO MYSELF
ISN'T ENOUGH ANYMORE

IF I'M EVER REALLY GONE
PLAYING EVERY SINGLE SONG
MIGHT BE THE ONLY WAY TO TALK TO ME NOW

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

LORD GASP (@lordgasp)