Sinizter & Ouija Macc-OSCAR MEYER! (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BLOODHOUND CLAW (prod. Heks)

written / performed by @blckbrds
prod. Scottzilla
eng. @tumaggz

THE WARRENS

WHAT'S MISSING (Prod. EYKEY X ROOSEVELT)

Got the matte-black janky  JET
Napalm on these motherfuckin state lockin
FEDS
Im a dame stealer dual chrome tuckin
BET
On existence - got persistence, work ethic 
SENT
From heaven or another place it is eviDENT
that I'm waking in this race with some mediCINE
Pillin up I need a taste of these fuckin HEADS
Tails aint doin it for me I need motherfuckin answers LEAD, got nothin fo me, well then, now you DEAD
Bitch
1-2 COCK IT BACK, Mayweather sledgehammer FO YO MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD
I BREAK it then I take it - take yo your soul cuz honor's in
Tastes fuckin good, my teeth are immaculate drippin wet ->
I wanna do it for the medical I'm poppin thin
Pills runnin out, rattle snake it is nearly shed
I break that skin, comin out with another dregg
By my side, ouroboros fuckin blunts the drag
JEt black
-Napalm on these motherfuckin set mans
Set on making life a drag and not too different
Than a senate tower tellin you you lifted, did you tiste this?
FUCKING resin in my mouth I taste blackness from this house
50 card deck fallin over on another mouse
the RAT race never ends, it envelops north to south 
East to West is stuck in fighting and the center bleeds a flood 
I dont think you need a nudge you need a wet one, wet one
Wipe the blood right off the blade and let the set-sun, set sun 
Sunny weather over and we've turned another broad
Fucking slut inundated by make-up she loves to cop
We steal appearances and masks, we love to talk a lot
But the world's slowly dying underneath all of this rot
Wait - tadelll poll - I think ill tell ya something luck
Tell on something up above you and release your legs and cuffs
yeah, scriptz

SNAKE SHELLS (PROD. AUTHOR)

Some more timber for you guys
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ACE BLOOD MALICE

LEAK IN SOME ROUGE TUNES ARE FILLIN UP MY CHALICE

I DRINK THE MUSIC FROM A SIDE-STEPPED REALM YOU SEE AS A FALLAC-y

IM CRUNCHIN NUMBERS AND THE UNDER-SHADOW OF DATA SEES 

Im Im Im waking up in inner vault, see my core of soul doin something bout that summer fault

I started an earthquake, right off my birthday - im eating numbers Im spitting them out

Making a model of em right on a gold-glass table after candles imcrashin it out  

Waking, baking, uh sillouette with satan, Ima clip out my debt, up behind me fuck it - yeah Im famous, looking in abyss and then callin it feds 

I can see it now, I'm flippin throw, kickflip my future off  shiny new crib...

Porsche gt4 with like 4 whores watchin outside got side-skirts burnouts and skids.... Yeh

Call me mother-fuckin scriptz, call me devil-daphodila-plucka with some anti-psychotic got beans in his lid 

Im catapult the tone, mono want chrome, scribing in my chest- and I write it in the tome

IM a wraith with heady-full of headies and some hopes - thinkin bout that rope swing, daily sayin nope

BLOOD FICTION (PROD. CREEKO)

NO EULOGIES

[VAGUE]

Don’t be dyin in my line up
Its the people that defines gore
Pushin all the limits
Yeah
I got the fucken mind for it
Cut the shit
You lost your life
And all because you wanted more
So I'll keep on fucken fighting
Cause I love the war
Fuck this shit
Im not just here for the taste
With the blood that be drippen down
I know what it takes
If you’re feeling like a failure
Well
That’s not my problem
You already did the fucken damage
When you brung narcotics
The evil lookin for a shill
Who can make a better deal
Find the weak
All alone it’s the one to be revealed
And you get that fucken feelin
that you cannot hide
It’s only time that you’ll die
In this life
And it’s Justified

[T.R.I.P.]

Caught me flexing, moving weights like i’m Pablo
White chalk up on the pavement, like Picasso
Talking shit like you hard
But you not though
Fuck a hater
I’m just focused on that guapo
I had a feeling in my gut
You're a hatin bitch
Who let them dogs out?
Like i’m Michael Vick
Shooting with precision
Feeling like i’m John Wick
Tatted head to toe
Got 'em thinking, i’m a convict
Told my bro let’s lock in
Put the nails inside the coffin
All of y'all must of forgotten
Took a break but we ain’t stoppin
Hounds up on the loose
Grab a rope and tie the noose
Rappers thinking that they cool
But they scared to tell the truth


Buried in Silence

BURIED IN SILENCE [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

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BURIED IN SILENCE [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

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