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Shit slaps hard. Really nice layering👌🏻

FUCK YOU  UNDEAD RONIN
ALL SOCIAL MEDIA :  _AK3K_

NEW MUSIC EVERY WEEK

LYRICS:
Bitch i'm bout to pop up out this coffin 
With 100 sticks 
Each of them is silenced 
And the clip it holds 100 tips 
Saw em at the knees 
If they really think that they running shit 
I hate everybody you muhfuckas can suck a dick 
Face tatted up with a scythe 
Wanna fight? 
Wanna die? 
Got my glock 
And i'm not aiming down the sights 
Imma squeeze 
And you bleed 
Leave him leaking in the streets 
Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything 
Death to a fake bitch 
There's no conversation 
Grip em by the throat 
Then put the blade up in they face quick 
Hey kid 
You should really know i fucking hate this 
Acting like you love me 
Then that pussy fucking lane switched 
All you rappers pussy 
And i put that on my mama 
Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom 
If it ain't about the commas 
Ion want the fucking drama 
You aint poppin how im poppin 
Tell me get him then i got him 
Yeah yeah 
Got me fucked up bitch 
Yeah i run this shit 
Hollowtips packed up 
In my gun lil bitch 
Where you come from bitch 
You aint shot no shit 
I aint got no fucking vest up on the block lil bitch 

I've been feeling crazy 
Cause my mind won't let me sleep 
I just pray for fucking peace 
When i be rhyming on the beat 
I'm about to fucking snap 
And say fuck it leave him deceased 
And if you understand me 
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh 

Cause all these lil bitches 
Wanna talk talk talk talk 
You should turn around 
And fucking walk walk walk walk 
Dance around the problem 
Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz 
Cockin back the glock 
And it go pop pop pop pop 
Stop drop roll 
Don't fucking tempt me 
Cause i'll take your soul 
I'm feeling manic and i'll lose control 
Smoke your ass just like i smoke this bowl 
So fucking let go 
Ride around the town 
Choppa chop you like karate kid 
Skirt off in the whip 
I'm feeling like im ricky bobby bitch 
Talking like he tough 
But he's a call of duty lobby kid 
Rob you for your money in your wallet 
If you got it kid 
Tryin me i'm not the one 
I'll leave you in the fucking dirt 
Bitch i'm riding shotty 
Let the devil whip the fucking hearse 
Blade up in your stomach 
Wipe the blood off on your fucking shirt 
Voices in my head 
Are telling me this life a fucking curse 
Everybody talking but never walking the walk 
Now you're lifeless in the road 
And your body outlined with chalk 
You will never catch me lacking 
I'm working around the clock 
I'm focused all on my money 
So now i dont wanna talk 

I've been feeling crazy 
Cause my mind won't let me sleep 
I just pray for fucking peace 
When i be rhyming on the beat 
I'm about to fucking snap 
And say fuck it leave him deceased 
And if you understand me 
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh

AK3K - BOTTOM OF THE BOTTOM (PROD. FALLEN)

PRODUCED BY WHOSTEENO (@postedinjapan)
MIXED BY TUMAGGZ & SALIVA GREY

JMattson:
Waistin away every day I decay 
all my pages are frayed and I’m faded 
that’s around the clock yuh around the clock yuh
Aim at ya face with the blade catchin fades 
imma say I’m okay but I ain’t 
and It won’t ever stop yuh won't evre stop yuh
Slavin away for the minimum wage 
im in pain and I ache tryna scape 
from this mofuckin spot yuh mufuckin spot yuh
Razor blade j on the way I don’t play 
never safe better pray for the day 
that I slip and get caught yuh
Who woulda thought yuh 
Don’t know who I am really anymore 
Every mothafucking day I be hittin dro 
And I think I needa quit it 
I really been too dependent when I’m stressing 
but I can’t wait I mean I won’t 
Looking mothafuckin dead like I seen a ghost 
In my mothafuckin head where I be the most 
Ain’t a mothafucka dare to get even close 
Feel a spirit in the air and I be the host 
little bitch I,
Ride around the city with the blade tucked 
I don’t time for you fake fucks
Shorty stained my hoodie wit her makeup 
Bitch I get high like way up 
Waistin away every day I decay 
all my pages are frayed and I’m faded 
that’s around the clock yuh around the clock yuh
Aim at ya face with the blade catchin fades 
imma say I’m okay but I ain’t 
and It won’t ever stop yuh won't ever stop yuh

Sally G:
Predestination don’t fuck wit my fate 
i hate everything bout my life but at least 
I be on top yeah I be on top yeah
Finally made it but steadily draining 
this negative feeling can’t never conceal it 
I’m done yeah, Grey be so done yeah
Te Te Tears on my fuckin face
Every single god damn motherfucking day
Ain’t a single morning that I wanna be awake
I just wanna sit around I wanna fucking wait
For nothing to happen i stare at the map and I think of elaborate way for me to vanish
away and Abandon my life And eradicate evidence I was a part of this planet im so fucking done
Living my present the past uh
Sickening how I just act uh 
Like everything ain’t all bad
Mental Grey not white or black
Feelings can’t stay in the back
Why can’t I keep on the mask?
Clock I wish I could turn back
So I just waste imma drag

blckbrd:
I don’t recognize my reflection, 
I can’t reconcile my mistakes with the bathroom tile 
Delete memories I don’t need cus I feel like it’s harder for me to 
fucking crack a smile 
Deplete Serotonin I know that the hole that I dug 
go down to at least ten miles
Please validate me, the music will save me 
if somebody pay me to act this vile 
Hocus pocus 
Smoke and mirrors 
Swarms of locusts 
Growth but I still choke on fear 
The hopeless years broke the wheel, 
So if this slope can hold, I only hope to steer 
Van Gogh’d both my ears
I been noticed 
Is that all I wanted, where I go from here? 
Headlights hope for deer 
I’m never gon forget 
Back when they laughed at me 
Now I got no laments 
Talk like you that to me
I gotta cope with stress 
I got a lap to beat 
We gon be toe to neck 
They would take a bet against me if the margin  good 
I can hit nails, first step is to mark the wood 
— Shoulders carry way too much 
The weight should buckle me but i still run amok 
I’m mud from muck, I must survive 
I walked this road a hundred times 
They want you dead, Don’t trust the lines 
Don’t tell me you feel or relate to me, 
we not the same, cus if you were me you wouldn’t wanna be right, yeah 
right yeah 
Whiskey and coke, I’ma sip til I’m slow 
just to process the trauma I’ve gotten from this side of life yeah 
life yeah

AROUND THE CLOCK (feat. Saliva Grey & blckbrd) [Prod. whosteeno]

Wish I Pulled OT with 99Zed

Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat
Rollin up dat fye
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat fye on me playa

All these bitches know I’m ghoulish mane
You been acting foolish
You a tool I know that’s rude to say
Did it anyway
Like what the fuck
Is your problems Maggz you hella cynical
It’s cuz all these niggas suck are weird and hypocritical 
At yo door just like jehovah bruh
Witness these two clips
Shoot up yo whole home 
Make a necklace wit yo lips
I know crips
I know bloods
I know sixes
I got plugs
Put three sixes on my wall in blood and smoked a crucifix

Toasted smoking rollin wit dat blick
I’m roasting hoes declining photos 
I don’t gloat cuz I ain’t shit 
I push to start the whip
Maggz like a creature feature flick
Fuck round wit what I call mines
Whole click could get flicked like a bic
Catch me with a junkie 
I’m serving a fix
Yo bitch ride wit me 
I break her ass off like a kit kat
I heard he got his rig snatched 
My potna pushed his wig back
That shit you smokin not gas and 
Yo bitch gotta smooth ass
That’s a shame
You a fuckin lame
Put a hollow tip right through yo brain
All you pussies sound the fuckin same
Sick of tryna put y’all onto game yet nothing has changed
I guess this whole scene half brained
Half baked don’t care this shit fake
Snort cocaine into my veins
Turn dis hoe into a gun range 
Oh-so Alejandro loco
Mi Mota verde costo ocho
Whole show caught on a gopro
Replay that shit in slowmo

All these bitches know I’m ghoulish mane
You been acting foolish
You a tool I know that’s rude to say
Did it anyway
Like what the fuck
Is your problems Maggz you hella cynical
It’s cuz all these niggas suck are weird and hypocritical 

Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat
Rollin up dat fye
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat fye on me playa

Ghoulish

Prod. TuMaggz

LYRICS:
A mix and master from me used to be cheap
Recently I raised my price for a beat
I learned a bit of knowledge from the streets
Like even pussies running round here clutching heat
Use your crew for fame and dip you dead wrong
That’s why I cannot even listen to your songs
I hope that karma hits harder than concrete
That’s probably better than you coming in my reach

Upload all this negative emotion can you feel my heart
Course not it stopped beating once I realized from the 
fucking start that people gonna change
Go they separate ways 
I don’t need more than my fingers to count all the ones who stayed

Don’t talk
(Respect)
Walk
Get away from me
I got bleeding /ankles from the snakes I’m stomping /both my feet 
Bloodborne nigga
Yeah I’m out here all alone
Built my own dimension in my mind
I’m in the zone 
Don’t talk
(Respect)
Walk
Get away from me
I got bleeding ankles from the snakes I’m stomping both my feet 
Bloodborne nigga
Yeah I’m out here all alone
Built my own dimension in my mind
I’m in the zone 
My haunted home

Built my own dimension in my mind
My haunted home

Secret Window

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLOW

Verse I: KILLHOLLOW

Hair down in the Stu bitch
I really feel like Bones
Put a round in that fools lip
And fucking send him home
I’ll be bound in a pool pit
Of flesh and fucking bone
Let me drown in the gruel bitch
I’m leaking from the dome

Heard me creeping from the moans
Switching time up with the tones
Had to write a couple tomes
To get my brains up off the stone
Bitch I’m barely fucking grown
Been through more than all you know
Slipping deeper than before
I’m bouta pop that fucking 4

5 rounds in the clip
Face down in a fifth
Stomp ground in the pit
Wrists bound, leaking slit
Holly loud in the tint
Smoking pounds of a scent
Till I drown in my piss
Rot found, take some pics

I’ll be killing motherfuckers
Till I’m laid inside a casket
I’ll be climbing up your walls
See my spine out, bending backwards
Peel your face off with my claws
Musculatory System fashion
I’ll just dislocate my jaw
Now lift the maw and face the chasm
Motherfucker

Verse II: LORD GASP

One of a kind
Now let me collide
Be one with my animus
My chemical lineage
Holding the mine
The gold of a conoisseur
My ventricle pounding, venomous fluid
There’s something in my brain
Overthinking till i’m ruined
A blessing disguised as a pain

If I get a grammy ima fuck my bitch with the statuette
Why the scene had to turn corn this quick, had to evacuate
by the neck, I hold the leash 
I’m the shepherd 
And I’m the sheep of my own grief
I had to pull till it severs

I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em
I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em

IREALLYFEELLIKEBONES Ft. LORD GASP (Prod. by GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

written / performed by @blckbrds, @tumaggz
produced and engineered by tuMaggz

tuMaggz x Blckbrd - GRAVESTONE PENDANT

BODAH REVY x ZETA MARU - FINAL OFFER (prod. LeLxx)
STAIN TAPE VOL. I

LYRICS:
Zeta:
Still a, sick sinner, the fuck you feeling bitter
I'm out here doin numbers off of pussies getting triggered
You some, piss tillers, sipping on some filler
Me oh I could never I got pack with no disclaimer
Rappers funny actin like we sum to fuck with
That bullshit that you posting really showing that you ain't shit
Keep banking on them bots baller claimin you gon make it
I heard that you been poppin off but who's that in your credits
I got that flow boy who gon do the most boy
You ain't got a damn card to match up all that fake noise
I'll pick apart your exploits keep rapping with that dumb voice
See I ain't get an option so my bars are made of alloys
I love it when they talk shit like fuck you think this is hoe
We ain't from the same lines ain't about to be your friend bro
I cock back like these headlines dropping missiles everywhere I go
You can get the same fate keep on claiming that you cut throats
Striker barracuda I go black out off a cobra
Wake up with some ana my components really fucked up
Like you could say a screw loose but i'm really lacking structure
Ain't complaining i'm just saying  that my mental state is on one

You don't make up for your sins in the church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit and you know it
What the hell is wrong with you two

Revy: 
Okay my mana's back in stock
Now back up before I pop off
My weight can't contain whats happening to the shot
I give it all that I got but they say that they never full
I take it and cut it up before shovin it down they throat
Stickin it back you black balled no fronts
I'm makin this shit look easy
Your bag full of duff and you pussy, could never beat me
The 8 ball got touched, and your bitch want me too
I make money talking bout all the shit that you'll never do
I'm off that dope, wait, Revy boutta hit up
Zeta got a zip of the chrysalis now I'm bitter
The chunk get bit off, the pipe get lit up
I throw shade easily back to the fuckin river I'm a stain
Ya get set up, your bitch get wet up
I'm kickin it with the dope boys flip the cerebellum
If I can't bounce back you take it and don't waste it
Now let me die in peace and get the fuck out my face
Thats a wrap

Secret Window

TuMaggz

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