THE TOWER

Do You Have Any Sensory Issues?

GUILLOTINE ART (prod. HARAKIRA)

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

I feel fucked
Never felt the same when I was 13 hit the blunt
Now I'm feeling withdrawals and I'm itching at my lungs
Bitch I hope it kills me bitch I hope I smoke a ton
Come and meet me in the pit and imma leave your body slumped

Hit that motherfucker with the 30 from jump
Got that ski mask on my face I x them out love when they run
All black robes around around my body got me lookin like a nun
I don't know how else to say this bitch you ain't the fuckin one

Bitch I'm coughing up my lungs I put in his body in a blunt
On bad lil bitches known to stunt I stand on business what you want
And I don't fuck with none these others they can stay put in the gutter
Dying breed too fuckin rare Ill make them know me and my brothers

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

anatomy of a leech (prod. zodiacc)

01. Jazz Solo Cup (Prod. TuMaggz x DiddyJameson)
02. Immurement (Prod. TuMaggz)

LYRICS:

(Jazz Solo Cup):

Ain’t slept good in a minute 
Not a second pass I don’t think
Burning eyes when I blink
Fertilize minds no shrink
Brita water really only thing I drink
Cuz it poison coming out the sink 
I’ve said this shit once before
But I really think I’m on the brink

All that cap rap shit you makin
I don’t wanna hear another word
All that rap cash you sadly making
Really that shit absurd
Like a glass lamp you so fragile
I just wanna steer the herd
I don’t really fuck with nerds
All the stats backwards
Should be grateful just to get those clicks

Oh shit
You see I get momentum now you wanna take a pic
Watch me hit a milli get em all up on my dick
Stay true to myself clout makes me sick
Straight out the grave smoke a blunt the face
Walking on bodies they make up this cave
All you smell is the dank and a waft of decay
I don’t vibe your thinking I’m stuck in my ways

Really fucked up in my head from the past
Don’t talk to strangers I’m standing on that 
Tell my kids not to trust every person they meet 
Cause a smile’s deceiving they prey on the weak
Stay in the city to get up my bread
Then I’m out to the forest to bury my bed
Fuck what you heard 
This what I said
If you wanna come try you can die in the shed

(IMMUREMENT)

Stuck in dis room
Feels like a tomb
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feeling doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Smoking this blunt lift me up
No liquor it’s juice in my cup
I wish y’all would shut the fuck up
Smoking that kush til I’m lit 
Drink gin with that sprite til I’m sick
I wish y’all would get off my dick

Ain’t slept good in a hot ass minute
Still putting work in the kitchen
Ain’t talking bout a job I be cooking for my children 
Ion want none of y’all up in my business
If I said that shit I meant it
And if I made that beat then I need my credit

Swear to god y’all niggas too slow
Like a pod in a vape you blown
I can’t beef with no pussy on the net I’m grown 
If you don’t relate you can skip this song
Cuz I’m done worrying bout your judgement 
If you ain’t fucking with me move along

Cuz the rest of these niggas straight bitches
Cuz I know these niggas are potential snitches
Cuz I know these niggas craving them riches
Money 
Clout
Fuck an image rather hand out stitches 
And in reality that shit real sad
I can’t imagine being so down bad 
If these niggas got you feeling mad
Scream FUCK A FAD

Stuck in this room
Feels like a tomb 
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feelin doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Please Rewind

eat shit and die







99.ZED  https://soundcloud.com/lilsherm187

SALIVA GREY  https://soundcloud.com/salivagrey

187 COLLECTIVE  https://soundcloud.com/seppuku187


abandon all hope


https://music.apple.com/us/album/abandon-all-hope/1712333938
https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0CL7N64X7
https://open.spotify.com/album/2OCdBpXcwLWSUQMi4mL0xh

abandon all hope

I CAME TO DO MY THANG MANE (Ft. Saliva Grey) @99ZED

BODAH REVY - TEN BACK (prod. ArQ)

LYRICS:

Revy,
Stickin it to the man I got that .40 I tuck
Bitch I pull up on your block
They call me Revy, I must
Get the dust, doesn't matter what you call it mane
Push it to the limit hit that fetty boy that choppa mane
Said that he got that wet,
Said that he got that woah
Coming up bitch I'm wet
Coming up on a roll
Centerfold, lookin cold when I hit shit
Hunnit on that sticka mane
I fall out on that hot shit
Cum from the woke shit
Hit I can't stop breathing boy I'm ballin out
Bum biddie bum bum
Fuck your medication now I'm seizing out
Fuck what it look like?
Bitch I can't sign shit you really tweaking now
Revy done messed up, check up
Ready your tech up, press on
Said that he what? Said that he good?
Don't believe that shit you say
Coming up quick, coming up good
Stay the fuck out of my way
They want a track, with the rev
Like you got some shit to say
Left on read, like you should
I don't got no time to play

Woah
Woah, woah
Woah woah, yuh
Revy

Pull the ten back crackin like a tin man
Ten bands, winter weather colder like a ice man
Kick stand posse good, do it like I knew I would
Trappin out the telly, tuck a buck until my pockets good
I keep a razor, she call me bae with the blade
I won't save ya, put a stain on my name
I don't hate ya, but I'll bang on your grave
I'm a stain to the game, fuck it up, wait I'mma take off
Fuck my life I'mma tote my nine got people out to get me now
445 where the po-po ride got dope up on me reach around
Tuck my shit I'mma flick my wrist got Revy on my speakers now
Benny done left the scene, I miss the Renegade I'm freakin out