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PROD. MOYTANIC
COVER ART: MOYTANIC

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" A SONG ABOUT MY NIGHTMARES, I STILL DREAM ABOUT HER... I DREAM ABOUT DYING EVERYFUCKING DAY... DEAD BUT DREAMIN?...." 

LYRICS:
" Ima break yo face
Livin in this daze 
Never having better days 
Cause I’m still not getting payed
Having awful dreams 
Every fucking day
What the fuck is love that shyt is not the same 
Ima slit my wrist 
For the fun 
Feel my spit
Get the gun 
Peel the skin 
Where da hell you been 
Devil shyt got you sick 
Alll  that blood you gonna spit
I think I lost my soul 
Cause the devil smoked it in a bowl 
Crack my skull 
Break da fucking law 
Going to crazy you know it is lit 
Fuck all the haters you know it is lit 
Getting too crazy n hazy amazing and blazing 
You know it’s lit 
Killin n feelin the meaning it’s bleeding 
I’m fiending, I’m bleeding 
You the devil that I’m seeing 
Pop another pill 
Going on a kill 
Fuck that bitch 
And fuck her friends 
Fuck her leave her stiff
It’s the fuckinf end 
I never thought it be this way
I’m sorry baby I miss you everyday 
If I can’t have you
Then no one will 
If I can’t have you 
Ima kill "

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CAN I KILL MYSELF? PLEASE? (PROD. MOYTANIC)

HOME INVASION FT. AKASHA X WHITEYE$ (PROD.BY $CREW)

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

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

fuck twelve
raising hell
seventh circle vibin
when Im riding with my shooters
you dont want no smoke and I can tell
by the look up on your face
you never learned the hard way
fuckin with the wrong one
the tec is jumpin with a spray 
all black
murder case
masked up
no face
creepin thru the darkest dungeon
dissapear without a trace
blood up in the streets
youll never get your fuckin peace
pull it back and now its thumpin
like the hammer on the piece
flippin the bodies
big guns
hope ya fast
you better run
mane I gave you till the count of three
I do it just for fun
hell is freezin over and its
tundra with the cold mane
send you down below
a special death for fuckin with my name
fuck an opp
tundra drop em with a clop
shuttin down the fuckin shop
if ya wanna take a shot
make it hot

SPECIAL DEATH

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TUNDRAMANE

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