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BACK FROM THA DEAD [ PROD. $CREW ]

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|||MISERY MOB|||

Song by @miserymob

Featuring (In Order):
@teddyslugz
@benjamin_billz
@d_vy
@viciousvampira
@nowhere-x
@slyye
@g_grim
@hexmane
@koste_music

PRODUCTION: @violencetahell-beatz
Art: @leatherfacee
Mixing: @teddyslugz

OMERTA

MISERY MOB - OMERTA [Prod. VIOLENCETAHELL]

Apoc Krysis
https://soundcloud.com/apoc_krysis
https://instagram.com/mystic_krypt

Deathmask
https://soundcloud.com/6death
https://instagram.com/deathmac3

Cover art by Saigon
https://instagram.com/saigon.tm

ABANDONED (feat. Apoc Krysis) [prod. Deathmask]

fuck around and find out say my name
mothafuckas beggin for the buku blade
I will never stop theres no where safe
creepin on a come up with that range
silk road strapped Im armed to the teeth
never take long Ill keep it brief
hit the fuckin trigger like a button delete
beat yo ass Ill keep it on beat

keep it on the real when I kickin with the devil
pedal to the metal
mothafuckas steppin to the wrong one
Ima keep it rippin like a
mothafuckin minigun
and everybody runnin like its fuckin home base
pull em back down to a deeper dark place
where the sun dont shine
never catch a fuckin case
hit em with the triple time and now
the pistol jumpin out the whip
your bodies in that ditch

flippin the weapon
a fucka stay rippin it
watch for the dark
its not safe when you step in it
summon a ritual
evil residual 
mane Im a criminal
whippin the magic
fuck around find out mane its tragic
what you want now you found my blade 
told a mothafucka that I never did play
put em in the ground with the dirt and clay

BLACK MARKET

come on mothafucka light that fire
test my patience
you are making a mistake
to think I am just complacent
I will break the necks of anybody 
that that that doubted me
this shotty is engraved
with every name thats ever stepped to me

whippin that buku blade
I wipe that fuckin look off your face
and everybody wonders why it went this way
just three words its hell to pay
packin that rifle in my case
outta fuckin time to play that game
mask is off with a brand new name
body gone missin thats a shame
stackin up the bills like its a bank
robbin mothafuckas like my name is nathan drake
took a couple years away
to try and catch a break 
comin back and seeing everybodys fuckin fake 

stick is bangin quick and all these
chumps are lookin out of it
thinkin twice about your talkin
when you got your throat slit 
ill admit I never thought that
Im the one to recommit
but yall got me jumpin on them heads
like its a mosh pit
crowd walk 
crowd walk
catch a fucka crowd walkin
all them fakes and lames
are steppin stones for me to get to rockin
please dont find it shocking
when you see me hangin with the reaper
im the student he the teacher
all the tricks and all the features

CROWD CONTROL

its the feelin you get deep down in
your stomach when you see the dark
its the feelin in your body
when you go and try to dart 
terror takin over lose control of everything 
now its time for me to pull the curtain
and I cut the strings 
always under estimated
tested with my temperment
find you lookin down the barrel
of my pistol definite
thats the prize you get for
thinking that a mothafucka wouldnt
never shoulda come here
now you under dirt the job is done

slide around town with my glock
in my jacket pocket
hood pulled tight
when I make a stang and get to rockin
bitch you fuckin cornered now
victim of a gang stalkin
I got faces watchin from a thousand places
its as nightmare
gettin kinda tired with the games
these fuckin bustas play
mane you wanted darker
here it is you got nothin to say
chain swingin
teeth gnash
hundred rounds your body thrashed 
late october is the season
light em up and turn to ash 

hummin like its just another melody
never mind my enemies
whip em with cold that steel
I do it so I can feel
my connection to the earth
when I go back to the dirt
dont let your emotions get the best of you
Im the one who lit the fuse
gave into this life of pain
conducted the subterfuge
soul in debt and I will pay
but I got some thangs to do
before the copper bell rangs
hit a couple goals
a couple racks
before the fangs sink
everything is terminal
yeah my life is terminal
and your life is terminal
this whole world is terminal

DARKER SOUNDSCAPES

if you think you slidin through
then bitch you gettin flatlined
life is harder than a slug against your chest
and breaks your spine
flashing all that money mane
you paint yourself a target
end up dissapeared and now your body
burned right down to carbon

mothafuckas suspicious
I flash my piece its so vicious
Im filled with an ambition
comin up from a darker place
I never had that wealth and comfort
had to steal and rob and whip em with a stick
beat em down with the brand new trick
mane the blood is thick
chuckin bullets caliber millimeter
its a blur
had to get ahead and now
I got a deal with lucifer 
dug into this life and now
I got no fuckin shovel
only way out is
Im lookin down a muzzle

FLATLINED

jack into the system
let your fuckin brain fry
all these corpos talk their shit
and all they do is sell them lies
like them pigs up in the scop
they eat it up its no surprise
its a system built for death and violence
time to cut the ties
like a virus plant a daemon
for the people like Im freeman
melt the core and watch it spiral
on the web its goin viral
buildings up in flames
and anti armor rounds
are droppin like its rain
flippin it back they feel the pain
the blade against the veins
breakin out the simulation 
fuckin up their computations
doxxing out across the nation
predatory infestation
come and show your faces
meet it with the fuckin beam mane
yeah your datas run its course
and now its time for immolation

INCINERATE.EXE

take a look around you
everybody went and turned to ghosts
its like the ocean 
cannot stop the motions
gotta keep right up on the flow
your head is goin under
jumpin around like the thunder
mothafuckas drop and then they stutter
its a classic
and no wonder that they
stoppin on the beats
and trippin up on they fuckin feet
accept defeat
thats not my fate
Ill cock the pistol
set it straight
these mothafuckas always playin fake
so listen here its for your sake
I always give
and now I take
and now your mentals mine
to crack and break

its occult mentality
juxtapose a part of me
spill my blood up on my beats
scry that blade from a to z

push the fuckin weight
make it work its everyday
I wont stop til Im in a grave
and a mothafucka will still get that pay
a brand new way
to make a new basis
all these faces stop and stare
catch a phase with a fist of phrases 
like its DOOM
its rip and tear
never fair
Im a criminal with my glock
all these jits are scared to rock
pop that lock when you lock me out 
tundra creepin up its no doubt
finna find out what Im about
rockin all black Ill take that crown
armor drip with the chains that rip 
cross the dome and never slip

OCCULT MENTALITY

dystopia the population panics
feelin manic
with a finger on the automatic
wipin out fanatics
is there not a better way
light the world in copper spray
nothin you could pray away anyway ho

flippin back that gold plated pistol
hangin from my hip
skippin over flim flam
bust it once and now you rip
mothafuckas testin like they teachers
and they wanted it
Im the one that cheatin
with that barrel drum saiga bitch
test it once
test it twice
know you watch it rip
like a fuckin beyblade
rippin through the fuckin skin
violence is the new slang
speak it quick and you will win
watch out for the cameras
the feds they know its pay to win

ORWELL

PROD. MOYTANIC
" THIS NEW TRACK IZ ABOUT FAKE PEOPLE... "

Gold pimpin 
I’m making bitches on this death wish
Boutta get some cheese 
But you know these bitches hating tho 
Mane I saw that shyt, mane that shyt boutta go beserk 
I’m high as earth 
Off the fucking herb 
Chaotic evil minds 
You know you a lie 
Demons tell me make it grime 
I got all the hoes w the souls to find
Bloody delicious 
She is so vicious 
But I love it when she screams 
Loving me like she a fiend 
Krueger on her mind 
She loves my evil sight 
Here we go 
I don’t know 
Bitches mad 


Here we go 
I don’t know 
Bitches mad cause I got her soul 
I’ll rip yo fucking throat 
Pistol to the skull 
Let these bitches fold 
And she loving the terror
Fucking the error 
Evil on my mind 
Money always on my mind 
Suffer is the Christ 
You a fucking lie
Pain is the god 
Fuck the oppz 
Put em coffin 
Mothafuckaz off it 
Whole lotta gang shyt 
Yeah Ight 
Mfz talking 
Yeah Ight 
Gold pimp 
I’m making bitches on this death wish hii
Boutta get some cheese 
But you know these bitches hating tho 
Mane I saw that shyt, that shyt

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