Cry Baby - Dirty Buisness (Prod.By riker)

DIRK NOWITZSKI

SIZZLA(Fast)

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19. Biggest Dawg Outro pt 1

[Hook] I’m tryna make something shake, This MP5 itching, I can’t make it wait. Catch me an opp, put his face on a plate, Ain’t no discussion, it’s murder, it’s fate.
I’m tryna make something shake, Pull up and blitz, bitch, I’m raising the stakes. Mask on my face, I ain’t leaving a trace, “YN crash out,” bitch, I’m stuck in that state.

[Verse 1] Hop out the whip and I’m letting it spray, He talking tough, now he begging, he pray. “I live for the night,” bitch, I slide in the day, Bullets be flying like birds in a cage.
Blood on the pavement, it’s part of the game, Spinning again just to add to the pain. Glock got a kick, it be breaking the frame, Heard he talk loud, out respect on my name.

[Bridge] Big thiren in this bitch, boy, You ain’t on that shit, boy. You be talking loud, But ain’t ready for the big boys.
Not your average thiren, I be rolling with them big toys. Choppa on my hip, It’s gon’ get yo ass clipped, boy.
(Big thiren shit, bitch, the fuck is you on? You already know it’s big business.)

[Hook Repeat] I’m tryna make something shake, This MP5 itching, I can’t make it wait. Catch me an opp, put his face on a plate, Ain’t no discussion, it’s murder, it’s fate.
I’m tryna make something shake, Pull up and blitz, bitch, I’m raising the stakes. Mask on my face, I ain’t leaving a trace, “YN crash out,” bitch, I’m stuck in that state.

[Verse 2] Choppa on me, get em tweaking, I know I’m a thiren but feel like a demon. Slide through his block, Leave the whole gang bleeding.
Ain’t no peace talk, bitch, we don’t do treaties, Eyes go cold when the trigger get squeezed. I’m the nightmare that they see in they sleep, Creep on an opp, I won’t make no peep.
Drum on the stick, make it sing on the beat, Hollows gon’ burn, turn his block into heat. Ain’t no remorse when you live in the streets, Was on that block, now that boy on a tee.
You could be too if you fuck with my team, J, E, and FU, bitch, we chasing the dream. Ain’t even dropped but I’m known in the scene, Leave that boy blue like the tone of my beam.
Wizards of Waverly, not what he seems, Like this shit magic, I make that boy vanish. MP5 kicking, it look like it’s dancing, Caught that boy lacking, I feel like Chris Hansen.
Bitch, I ain’t bluffing, my rank really back it.
(Weakling, it’s over… Section Six show no mercy.)

[Verse 3] Got that nigga hiding, Fuck it, then let’s play some Blues Clues. Yoppa on my hip, this .45 hit, This ain’t no deuce-deuce.
Tearing up the beat, I eat it up, I feel like Fufu, Choppa send him to the past, I made him hit the juju.
Knocked him in his Coco Puffs, Cause he was talking coo-coo. Bitch, I got more clips Than them editors on YouTube.
Haven’t spoke a word, But I’m connected like it’s Bluetooth. Bitch, I’m MP5Miyabi, That’s a name you gon’ get used to.
(Bitch.)

[Hook Repeat] I’m tryna make something shake, This MP5 itching, I can’t make it wait. Catch me an opp, put his face on a plate, Ain’t no discussion, it’s murder, it’s fate.
I’m tryna make something shake, Pull up and blitz, bitch, I’m raising the stakes. Mask on my face, I ain’t leaving a trace, “YN crash out,” bitch, I’m stuck in that state.

[Outro] Yeah, I’m stuck in that state. Might be dropping a little too late, But fuck it, make this shit worth the lil wait. Promise you it’ll be worth the delay.
(Big thiren in this bitch, boy, You already know what it is. Bitch, it’s Yabi, MP5Miyabi.)

Fate (prod. 99LA)

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🥾 MODUL8 – Stomp the Hats 🥾

Corpse Sonata I ≠ Track 13

I don’t let ‘em shimmer, I grind them to dust,  
boots on percussion, destruction’s a must.  
Ticks snap brittle, the cadence collapses,  
snare gasps crooked as rhythm elapses.  
The booth is a crater, the verdict is flat,  
I stomp till there’s nothing — no trace of the hats.  

🔗 Corpse Sonata [Vol. I]

This is not just an album. This is curbstep; a haunted collision of Phonk’s grit, Trap’s precision, Dubstep’s weight, Glitch’s fracture, and Harlem Curb’s raw swing. MODUL8 dissects the beat, buries it, and resurrects it as something darker: snares that rattle like bone, hi-hats that whisper like smoke, basslines that quake like gravestones splitting open.  

I kill and confess, but the echoes repeat,  
corpses of cadence lie dead at my feet.  
Haunted, deranged, the refrain won’t quit,  
the sonata’s eternal — you can’t escape it.  

https://soundcloud.com/modul8-702279756/sets/modul8-corpse-sonata-vol-i

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