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

Bouta pop out
Bitch don’t run your mouth
We gon make sure that you're not found
If you fuck around 
mothafucka you’ll get knocked out
Bitch it’s lights out
If you dissin, who let them hounds out
Yeah we in route, bouta kill 'em all
Bouta pop out
Bitch don’t run your mouth
We gon make sure that you're not found
If you fuck around 
mothafucka you’ll get knocked out
Bitch it’s lights out
If you dissin, who let them hounds out
Yeah we in route, bouta kill 'em all

[T.R.I.P.]

Im sick of all these mothafuckas begging for attention
Your a sissy little bitch
Craving some type of affection
You need some sympathy?
I don’t give a fuck, go cry bout it
Blaming your addiction
For your fuck ups, just to lie bout it
I know you talking shit behind my behind my back
Cause you ain’t man enough to say shit to my face
But it’s ok
Give it bout a year, you’ll come back again
Saying that you changed
I don’t give fuck on what you have to say
You can’t stop lurking on my page
Never showing love unless it has something to do with you,
I know you it’s hard for you to listen through
If you ain’t in it too, turn my back you stab it
Excuses of an addict
Found the truth through all your habits
You ain’t really schizophrenic boy

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

Bouta pop out
Bitch don’t run your mouth
We gon make sure that you're not found
If you fuck around 
mothafucka you’ll get knocked out
Bitch it’s lights out
If you dissin, who let them hounds out
Yeah we in route, bouta kill 'em all
Bouta pop out
Bitch don’t run your mouth
We gon make sure that you're not found
If you fuck around 
mothafucka you’ll get knocked out
Bitch it’s lights out
If you dissin, who let them hounds out
Yeah we in route, bouta kill 'em all

[VAGUE]

I’m burning thru the page
And I’ll die for fuck of it
Idolizin, demonizing
What you choose to make of it
Every time I see you
I can feel you wanna die
Given what you got
Being foolish with your life
Bury the things
You wanna let go
Give the past a wave
Or you’ll lose your soul
With the things you made
You never did alone
So don’t be talkin all that crazy shit
You better watch your fucken tone
Overdriven by the thoughts of obsession
Your lost in the mental games
Then you blame depression
Got the admission that you vibin with guilt
Actin like you gonna end
what you didn’t help build
Yeah

POP OUT

POP OUT [Prod. FALLEN]

[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]

[T.R.I.P.]

Get a grip
UAV be running this shit
Couple hounds, 100 rounds
Aint no reloading the clip
Jack Sparrow in this bitch
The way I’m sinking they ship
Yeah i'm taking mothafuckas down
So don’t even trip yuh
Pussy better pray
I’m coming to your place
Strapped up, with a mothafuckin hand grenade 
I’m going insane
And murders the case
If I see another pussy
Ima dig him his grave yuh
Tiny Tim the way I tip toe
Throw that pussy mothafucka out the window 
Fuck wit me
I’ll bag your body in the aristo 
Got a Chromed shotty like lotti dotti
You lookin like a scarecrow
Tried to tell you
I’m not the one you wanna fuck with 
You follow every trend
And always trying to suck dick
Your in the back trying to find yourself a substance 
Im the reason you ain’t breathing
Better run bitch 

[VAGUE]

All set from the lines
And the minds so critical
I’m imprintin the thoughts
And it’s subliminal
Diggin up the demons
That’s surrounded in dark
And it’s imbedded in heart
You feel it, rippin apart
Get familiar with the smell
And the face of decay
Passed out, blacked out
Passed away
As i’m last in the circle
From the cast of rain
I’m the lone survivor
Huntin down all the prey
Give into feelin, avoided livin it up
You’re not
Taken all the rounds
Only ticken it up
And all these pussies all around
Cause the world had been stuck
Nasty Only fans bitches always fast to fuck
So get crossed out
Sayin all the things that i’m leavin out
All the bad decisions are always passed down
You can’t blame the truth
So you can lash out
Keep provin the point
It only brings doubt

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[T.R.I.P.]

Yeah
Inside my soul
I don’t feel right
What’s it going to take to love life?
Feeling stuck and trapped at the red light 
Lately I been hurting
But I bet you don’t realize 
Take me back as a kid on my damn bike
Days are over so quick that shit flew by 
Reminiscing all the good and the bad times
Now my family went their separate ways
Guess that’s just life 
I never been good at saying how I feel
If I look like a bitch
I’m just keeping it real 
Life got a little better
When we finally hit a mill
Now it seems like my motivation going down a hill
Maybe dreams are just made of luck 
Maybe life just wants you to drop
All this time just tics and it toks
And it don’t stop
Even when we mothafuckin rot 

[VAGUE]

Back then never made it to role call
The stand off with another plan that won’t fall
Forget that
Only tryna find myself
Living with the pain
And never wanted help
Oh no
See im fallin below
It’s only 1 step
Turnin off the phone
I see there's 2 left, that can cast a stone
And one is me, cause I’m stuck alone
Many days that I allow to fly by
I try to get it back
I’m sick home life
There’s many fucken things I lack
I’m all eyes
Miss playin in the dirt
Those days have gone by
With each step feels like a threat
You try to do right
But it gives you strep
And all you wanna do is move along
As you bang your head
From all the wrongs

Red Light

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LYRICS -

What is the opperative
Losing ya consiousness
Aint no more profiting
We are the opposites
Breaking the promises
Lucifer offering
Claiming my dominance
What is the problem bitch
So catastrophic
We losing the profit
These niggas be wildin
We put em in coffins
there aint no more logic
Kim using atomic
This isnt a comic
Its just so ironic
That these mfs talkin shit
All that shit
That they got the nuclear but 
They aint nukin shit
Some niggas thinkin that they are befriending me
But they are now realizing
Theyre my enemies
Standing on my own grave
Wondering how i let the system turn me to a slave
Im really not trynna play they game
But they aint gonna do a thang
Cuz all of this tragedy
Losing my sanity
this aint a fantasy
Using profanity
Describing reality
Peoples mentality
Waisting vitality
Causing fatalities
Hitting capacity
Aint no more asking me
When did u ever think u was surpassing me
U aint harrasing me 
You just distracting me
U a distraction b
Fuck everythang
Man fuck what anyone say
Ima just do my thang
Ima just do my thang
Rolling  wit my gameplan till the death of me
I been seeing green lights none of yall ahead of me 
I am an animal
Eating these rappers up like im a cannibal
I am not casual
My speech is flamable
So supernatural
Damage collateral
Shooting so masterful
Boy u be talkin that shit like we aint put a spell on you 
U step up to me but u aint on my Pedastal
You is not better than me who the fuck is  you frontin to
Let me get a little bit more vicious
Let me show u why ill put chu with the fishes
Man The smith & wesson ready with the bullets in it
It could really pop off any fucking minute
This is aint where i gotta end my story
dodging all the demons trynna take my glory
But i aint really say none
Same bum mufucka since day one

BERNIEMACELEVEN - BER$ERK

Johnny Cash

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