Lyrics:
Ouija:
Drop that body in that mothafuckin' lake
Put that shotty in my truck and drive away
On that bench bitch I'm pushin' up the weights
Ima punch the devil in his face

Sinizter:
Straight up out the cryogenic chamber
Big muscle what I got I put in labor
Swing swords like I’m Vader with the saber
And I one, two punch him with fader

If you want it put in work and stop the bitchin’
Give a fuck what they say don’t need permission
Filet these fuckin’ rappers that’s my mission
Subtract another life just like division

Caught another body by the lake
So I’m callin’ up Ouija he awake
Tell him a lot is at stake so I wanna make sure that the stories corroborate

Givin’ up my soul to the game
Made a deal with the devil spit flame
Aiming for success fuck the fame
That’s a byproduct of the game

Throw another body in that fuckin’ lake
Tell my story realize we not the same
Become immortal when I record all this pain
No more shame lil bitch I be up on my way

Ouija:
Drop that body in that mothafuckin' lake
Put that shotty in my truck and drive away
On that bench bitch I'm pushin' up the weights
Ima punch the devil in his face

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BODIES IN THE LAKE (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

[T.R.I.P.]

I’ll make your mothafuckin skull crack
T.R.I.P. coming back in all black
Ready to attack, pussy get back 
Killing every single boom bap
Pulling up stuntin on mothafuckas
Like who dat?
Who dat in that 400 sweepin the streets?
UAV be the gang, we unleashing the freaks
Every track we bring flame
We ain’t never gon freeze
Hell town where I be
Yeah i’m holding the keys 
You’ll never see it coming
I’m dumping 40 mag drum
Pussy mothafuckas run they lips
And trying to act tough 
Someone bouta die
I’m riding round screaming redrum
Loyal to the soil
Hold it down till my day comes
Right aiming down the red dot sight 
I might
Take a fucking life tonight 
Oh my
Calling it a genocide
No lie
We don’t really like your kind

[VAGUE]

Crawlin thru the fucken haze
Only waited to fade
How my mind keeps goin
Never seems to amaze
See my life keeps turnin
But it’s stayin in place
I’m not takin over souls
I'm just takin their place
Take one look
I been in the dark
Always for light
And I’ll catch you in the afterlife
They been livin in my skin
Always lookin to bite
All the pussy ass bitches
Can’t handle the fight
And ive been blacked out
Got my dark thoughts
With they back out
Been a fucken minute
Always sittin bout to lash out
I'm tryna be the one to cash out
Always settled for the lower bid
It’s hard enough
Can you turn it down a little bit?
With the blood runnin in my veins
Bringing me pain
It’s always goin in a circle
It’s gettin harder to tame

Obscura

Shutter

Shutter [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E

[VAGUE]

Fuck up out my way
I’ll never chill in a grave
Let’s try to talk about 
The lames, cause it drives me insane
You got a feelin
That your mind is always trapped and enslaved
Look she forgot about bodies
Cause she trackin the fame
It only takes one look
I’m divin into hell in spite
Do you feel like you’re dyin tonight?
Many of you
Never could ever pass the fright
So you hide down low
So you can wait out the fight
Veins always feelin like a great mistake
And everybody like to watch
Cause they hopin you fade
But then you crawling back and
Lookin for attention you crave
You forgot about the miles
That you put upon me
When my minds always spinnin
I’ve been lost in a cave
People wanna be friends
Just as long as it pays
Take a look at my face
Is it telling my ways?
Got a bottle full of liquor
For the final days

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E

[T.R.I.P.]

This Unaverage Homicide
Middle fingers to the sky
Load up all the magazines
Mothafuckas gonna die
Choppa loaded up
I’m spraying from the fuckin hip
I bet your bitch
Just want another dick
These hoes just make me sick 
I’m craving violence tonight
Bitch it’s on sight 
I’m creeping up in the moonlight
You gon die 
Unaverage Gang gonna bring back
That dark side
The devil told me to grip tight my 45 
Mothafuckas switching up
Way before the fame 
Gotta wake up go and get it
Everyday until the grave 
Got no time for playing games
Tryin to make it with my gang 
Pussy what you gonna say
When you see us on the stage?
Couple of demons out the crypt
Trying to hit a fuckin lick
Creeping around corner
Never a gave a fuck about a bitch 
Pick ‘em up and drop ‘em in the coffin
For the fuck of it 
Young T.R.I.P. from the crypt
Takin all they shit

Unaverage Homicide

Unaverage Homicide [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

[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]

Daedric

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like

[T.R.I.P.]

I be putting in work
Mothafuckas got it twisted
I been killin since birth
Let a mothafucka test me
Watch that pussy get murked
Tryna ride my wave
But ya'll staying on the turf
Aye
Cold case murderer
Spitting i’m getting cynical
Bouta level up
Mothafuckas call me the general
Flatline repping
I’m mobbin around your area
If you gotta problem
We’ll grab a shovel and bury ya
Lay low cause you fucking with the dogs now
UAV filled with killas at the compound
Work wheels on the whip
Boy we up now
UAV to the grave, say it out loud
Spinning on these emitz
And now yo bitch up on my dick
I’m getting silly in this bitch
They all just mad i’m getting rich
Kill for fun, getting funds
Get that money up
T.R.I.P. is going dumb
What the fuck?
Bitch you better run

[VAGUE]

Blood in my veins
All black like a venom drip
Demons in my head
Even when the silence hits
Shadow in the rearview and it’s talkin shit
And I’m always hearin noise
Mind full of static
Not to panic its dramatic
To employ
Lackin all the feelings to enjoy
I find the things to destroy
People always stuck
Like they knotted up corduroy
Lookin down like they baptized by the void
They try to shake it off
Like a fucken Polaroid
Damn
I’m givin to much to be annoyed
We ain’t gotta sell our souls
Just to put together
Not headed to hell, we just in bad weather
And I carry this pain
And turn it into pressure
But my soul as dark
Like i’m in black leather
Concrete steppin, Flatline what I’m reppin
Noose ties heavy, got the reaper in my section
All these pussies
Never gonna learn they lesson
Turnin weapons on the side to confessions
Soul stitched it’s like it’s bein torn
Didn’t have mourn for life that wasn’t born
I just can’t think, I’m walkin in a corpse
I’ve been at the edge and laughin like I want more

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like


Flatline

Flatline [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

LYRICS:
Throw shade but the bitch smoke butta
Stickin' up on my body like baby I know you wanna get down
With the same thing big shot stunna
Rope tied baby Imma hang til the game cut down
Pussy muthafucka can't hold me
I'mma get high til the day I fuckin OD
Please stop talking bout a needle like a trophy
Ain't nobody better than Revy you can't hold me
Bitch I'mma, low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down
Low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down

I'mma hit em with the whole thing baby I'mma
Get paid when I get paid, run up on a
Big name with the chump change give it to em
I ain't with the yap, they pussy now give it back like
Hit em with the crack they cough up another K
Pull the blade up out the bag and they got nothing to say
I tell em you don't know the half get the fuck out the way
I cut the dope with the razor, flick it I'mma take off

You gettin mad cuz I passed ya, lookin like a bastard
Trappin out the telly I got money in my mattress
Thirty five tip a bitch I tell her I'm her master
Five one six in your wrist get blasted
It's fuckin too late my bitch take
Ana when I make her say
Revy do it better better watch the way I'm throwin shade
I'm fuckin so high my wrist liable get cut
Talkin out your capillary fetty make a pussy duck
Gra-ta-ta-ta go the sound when I drop
You a cap mothafucka stay the fuck out my spot
You try to hop on my scene they don't like what you got
I'm a god and a fiend, you just mad cuz you not
You can throw shade but it won't take to a damn lie
Stick it up on my body as if it would be the last time
Riggity boi the tech, wicked the blade I take a death
I'mma get paid the same I came to say that I'mma take the rest like
I told em watch out here I come
My vein got ripped out still gon duck
I feel like Zeta, now I'm numb
With the blade can't hang my rope tied up
I told em step back hold my dick
Who the fuck want war, who the fuck want this
I'mma drop that raw when I flick my wrist
Lil bitch throw shade I still won't miss
Gotta pay to play you can't take this
Hit em witta K I bang and get anxious
I'mma be great, I hate I must say this
Nothing but a fake, I state you can't hang with

STILL WON'T MISS

STILL WON'T MISS (prod. NiceMeme$ound)

more music soon... yeah scwipz!
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They call me scriptz but im waiting on this shit

dreams are bending in the light, shadows lurking like a gift

picking up on these daphodils, im  petal rippin bitch

metal cocked back for the fuckboy creepin on my hymnss

Yeah Im him, godly body with the sawed off shotty got the red dotty land this fuckin hotty, im like kami cept now im above this, Im in the writing

Im the language on the wall, im the terminal im the fall - culduhsaq is where I land  and then I lunge out, never starts

I cant see this and im seething, married death but I need a prenup   - lose my breath I wanted evil, got a quest and now Im heaving 

its too much and im uneven, losing balance from this dreamin - going far but I cant see it - vision dying cuz im leaking...............

--blood is on the ground - laking round

knights around the table red surrounded what I founded

started a grass-roots movement got some students

wasn't much but my depth is proven

flows for days and my wisdom ruthless

art of war this planet suits it....

MOTHER TONGUE (PROD. NEKK)

48thHour_140bpm

Im just having some fun

I GOT KARAOKE ON THE DANCE FLOOR
BLOOD ON MY TIMBS AND MY NECK AINT AT the slit HOME 
GOLD under chin and its under holy ice cold 
and my dome on that win - game im playin it aint done 
VAMPIRE TEETH WITHIN LIPS that GIVE YOU HICKY MARKs
GOT EM CROWNIN ME UP LIKE A DJINN FROM THE INNyDARK
CLEAR THE ROOM before my MADNESS TAKES THis BLICKYY OUT
WAIT BLYAT BOOM, im mowin down a sickly crowd 

CLIPS, MAGAZINE
YOU DONT NEED ME TO BE SEEN
BUT I WANT TO MAKE A SCENE
GRASSROOTS MOVEMENT WITH THE TRICHIES GOT THE PRIM-O
IM LIKE NEMO- CANt catch me between all these sweet flows
Im a demon, spit inferno evil 
and im evolved
from another plane for these emos, black diamonds not reflectin sheen off


Sheen, sheen
I got double katana on my hip with the bling
Chain hanging low on my waistside, make these girls way side, VVSES DOUBLE PLUSES clean
click back, replay that itty mac, MICRO mg withe double kepler piercing tings in a shitty shack
I make these diamonds clink, I make these shells sink to the floor on a rink, yeah I bring my fuckin city back
Its like im ice skating but im kite playing, lossin the boss around this ring snag his bitches need those kitty naps 
I make him sing, glock to fuckin his bock with the red dot on hisbrain im on the fuckin mini map
you can see me comin but theres 50 pings, which one's miii - before you knowit got a blade right knifed through your silly back 
there's a little snag, pullin up in a hooptie, 5 years it'll be urus not a motherfuckin mini van

might update mix


LINE of SIGHT (PROD. K1K0)

Regret

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Flatline [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

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