Как же мне нравятся такие трэки, где взрывные припевы с мрачным минусом. Это в тему 🔥🔥🔥

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TUNDRA

just anotha man with a burning soul
afflicted like my victims
twisted mental
black like metal
wrestle with the beasts
no Ill never go in peace
you can keep yo jesus piece
screamin till my death
and then my corpse will walk
across the flames with ease 
see me chillin in the south of heaven
packin with that mac eleven
murk em in the name of ancient serpents
carry constant burden 
fury builds inside my chest
and you will meet the face of death
as I crush down your fucking head
your gasp your final breath

STZY

Two rotten beings hailing from the shadows
Out the depths into the shallows
Blades are swinging like the gallows 
Make you swim down in the gravel
Cleaver reap 
Now you’re unraveled
Starvation done stole your soul
Away from sheep and all their chatter
Out your zone until I’m gone
What’s a connection?
If they wanna talk some shop I tell em no
Keep all your tension 
Cut ‘em off just like they’re crops
I let ‘em go
& not to mention
if I crave some company
talk to the ghosts
Spectres show me what they know
so I can put that in these songs

GHOST BLADE (FT. STZYWENDIGO)

SHOUT OUT MY BRO https://soundcloud.com/koste_music

push it
push it
push my fuckin patience and I

TUNDRA
break yo fuckin bones with my hammer mane
talk shit aint gonna do shit
get yo fuckin wig split
I been framing out yo coffin
with them rusted nails mane
copper bell is ringing
and its callin out your name mane 
pulled a mothafucka
to the devils own playground
take a look around
a mothafucka dont play around
everyone I pulled apart is at the bottom 
climbing up a ladder
mothafuckas sealed their own fate
never to doubt me
I never will play
mop it up zip it up 
straight to the grave 
Im that dawg with all the bite
my fangs will take yo fuckin face

KOSTE
Bright light never enters through my eyes 
as I rise out of my tomb 
I shed my skin and intertwine
with the faceless
Im coming to rip your face bitch
walk the fucking edge of death
with the death grip
hearing the cries of a million 
suffer eternally begging for one last chance
at your fucked up life
one last try I don't want to die 
you will dwell in the shadow of abbadon 
the choice was all yours
your life you chose to abandon

DEATH GRIP (FT. KOSTE)

close one eye
take a step back
Im the focal point
loaded like a fuckin gun rack
Im not playin games
so its time to hit the road jack
watch me pull the trigger
now you snackin on some lead mane
body droppin down mane
typical reaction
when you lookin for that action
im a tell you its my passion
soul extraction
just a fraction of my strength
pull my ski and back to the bank
print them bennys all new blanks
tundra gotta fill tank
no one else to ever thank

one two
fuck you
fuck your labels
fuck your crews
fuck your money and your music
I will never fuck with you
one bullet to the brain
copper red colored paint
splatter up onto the walls
call it art avant garde
Im the one that won it all
on the game
on the ball
never watch me fuckin fall
cause Im beast on the bars
tundra whip the product
now you watch who gonna pay
get you fuckin hooked
and its now its every fuckin day
bang your fuckin head
until your vision fading gray
mission domination its the only fuckin way

SOUL EXTRACTION

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kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intravenus DMT in blood stream yeah its obsceneness 
s*** I think I did it too much might land you on the venus 
im in a chemical headed to heady ville dressed for the kill with adidas 
wipe the blood of em and make your coffin heebie jeebies 
fill it with bugs, maggots, snakes and some tragic leeches
suckin your blood im the mud watch afar im jesus 

kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intravenous DMT in blood stream yeah its obsceneness 
s*** I think I did it too much might land you on the venus 
run ay, run to the other-realm 
cemetery feeling vacant might fill it with your brother's ilk
im a cut of silk 
edward scissor hands in this b**** we gon kinda kill
what I mean is torture you

made of cobble, sell it to'em, stack me up, im a wall
you aint gettin through it if my chest says anything at all
I knock em over do em dirty trojan horse after dark
heard a whisper shoot a birdy with a baretta slingshot
bang, blat boom to his head he's aloof
Made him schizophrenic with a placed shot on his roof
It's an epidemic that these f*** boys are in gettin through
hang em dry on a crucifix that I made for who and who?

draggin heels on the m*********** runway
plane aint takin off its another bloody sunday
run ay, run to the other-realm 
cemetery feeling vacant might fill it with your brother's ilk
im a cut of silk 
edward scissor hands in this b**** we gon kinda kill
what I mean is torture you

kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intravenous DMT in blood stream yeah its obsceneness 
s*** I think I did it too much might land you on the- 
kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intra-
kinda cool lookin like ill waterboard on you under m*********** sunny weather too
serve a devil intra-

SCRIPTZ x JON T - THERE IS ETERNITY BENEATH PARADISE

COVER ART BY BM11
PRODUCED BY BM11

BM11
Who am i 
Who am i
M a c dont eva lie
I could get up in yo mind
Make you wonder whats the time
Still killing these rappers
Cuz know that they dont do it nice
Whos gon die
Cant nobody see me in my new disguise
Foolish guys
Pls dont get it twisted 
Make the goon arise
Play the cards that i was dealt 
M a c gon choose who die
Setting fire to the throne
Bring em down
Kick em low
Niggas on the ground
Beg for mercy when its cold
Let em pass out
Diesel like i work
Never gas out
We gon spit the fire 
Throw the match out 
Put a pussy in a blunt
Tap the ash out 
Pullup to the bank
Roll the cash out 

MOYTANIC
Scream the horror for the fate Twitching all because of pain Hate this desolate society Reality is when you die This shyt is getting wicked The evil I’m committed Life is getting wicked Superstitious Feeling vicious Go bullistic Shyt is getting wicked Ya ya Going through this shyt Bitches want that counterfeit Coming swinging But I do that counter hit Mutilate your mind All these hypocrites Cashing all the money Cause I’m getting lit discipline revenge Let the haters intermit Kruegerset is the retrofit My blood is boiling from all these acid trips Reality when when you die This shyt is getting fucking wicked

BERNIEMACELEVEN & MOYTANIC - TOO WICKED (PROD. BM11)

slide into the cadillac
slugs into the cardiac
fuckin with the tundra
all you get is just a body bag
all you fuckin bitches mad
settle with the things you have
I could never
steady cookin like Im walter in the lab
methamphetamine and the promethazine
paradoxical
scripted every move you make
like a magazine
you a fiend
come and meet your maker
run your jaw Ill fuckin break it
all you talk about is paper
and I know that shit is counterfeit
slide into your city
like I hit the fuckin griddy
and I see the local talent
mane that shit is just a pity
if you wanna step its tricky
packin with the fuckin sticky
gettin down to nitty gritty
mane I finna bring the heat
listen mothafucka
mothafucka listen
be real for once
I know where yo mothafuckin crib at
Ill slide with the louisville big bat
domes got a target now I gonna swing that
vaporize your skull 
make that fucker real flat
never shoulda doubted me
cause lady luck dont give a fuck
roll around its everyday
its every moment gettin buck
pull the ski you just a number
wanna buy the chrome
watch yo motherfuckin back
cause I creep and you alone

TUNDRAMANE & DJ JACOB - BE REAL FOR ONCE

SHOUT OUT MY BROTHA 

TUNDRA
pussy boy see me comin like a fuckin freight train
think about that with ya fuckin little rot brain
hit a mothafucka with the knuckles full stop mane
find a little trouble with your words when you talk mane
everybody talkin but they never wanna walk mane
grill a mothafucka with the flame like propane
chop it like an eightball quick like cocaine
come and take a visit but we charge that copay
empty pockets feelin like a fuckin bandit
pull the stick and doin damage
string em up and watch em panic
is the rope too tight?
thats your problem fuckin solve it
consequences of your actions
soul extraction its a passion bitch 
break a mothafucka with a record time oh
everybody wanna be the best they ego
fill a mothafuckas head like placebo 
really wanna talk about it like you know
you dont know shit
yo life is piss
watch a mothafucka break backs for kicks
pull a fuckin double time and everything is happening
its everything I planned you fuckin bitch
watch it drop
watch it drop
watch it drop
like a hammer
watch it drop

KOSTE
PAINT YO FUCKING WALLS ALL RED
LIGHT BURNT OUT
NO SOUND 
SMELL DEATH
EVERY BIT OF HOPE IN YO SOUL FELL FLAT
WITH YOUR BRAIN IN THE WOOD
AND YOUR BLOOD IN THE CRACKS

IVE TAKEN YO BONES AS AN OMEN
I WEAR IT AROUND ON MY NECK
FOR YO FLESH IS STILL FROZEN
IVE BROKEN THE SKULL OF THE WOKEN
I CARRY THERE WOUNDS ON MY BACK TILL THE DARKNESS HAS SPOKEN

ACID EATS ESOPHAGUS 
BLADE FEELS EVERY FUCKING INCH 
OF YOUR FLESH WILL NOT EXIST 
NOT STRESSED YOULL LIVE I NEVER MISS

ESCAPE THE CLUTCHES OF MY GRIP
YOUR BLOOD WILL FLOW RIGHT THROUGH YO WRIST
TILL YOU COLLAPS AND GIVE INTO YOUR FATE YOU WALK ACROSS THAT BRIDGE 

THE DEATH OF YO MORROW 
WILL SEEP INTO THOSE 
WHO REMEMBER YOUR FACE 
AND WILL LEAVE EM WIT SORROW
TO GO BACK IN TIME IS A WISH OF ALL HUMAN 
BUT NOTHING CAN CHANGE WHAT IS CARVED INTO STONE

THE GROUND YOUVE BECOME
AS THE FEAST HAS BEGUN
ON YOUR BODY WILL FEED ALL VERMIN
YOUR BLOOD WILL INRICH ALL THAT LIVES IN THE DIRT
SO YOUR LIFE IS NO LONGER A WASTE
YOU CAN REST IN OBLIVION 

WATCH EM DROP
WATCH EM DROP
WATCH EM DROP
LIKE A HAMMER

FRENZIED FLAME (FT. KOSTE)

PROD./ARTCOVER: BERNIEMACELEVEN

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