Fatherless Behavior

bardo. / (ˈbɑːdəʊ) / noun(often capital) (in Tibetan Buddhism) the state of the soul between its death and its rebirth.
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I harness darkness, awaiting the fall. In bardos, meet spirits short and tall.
You do wrong speech, no matter short or long, You meet the beast where the land is cold. (x2)

Mmm, Can you see the sun greeting the horizon?, can you see the light glowing in her eyes? Why? Ask myself, as I pace back and fourth, I fall on the floor, My knees giving out, my back is giving more.

Bodies in my store, In the floor, Every fucking where, Creeky fucking door, while you snore, do not move a hair. Darkness and despair, lack of care, not an ounce to share, fire in the air, Ware and tare, cover you in nair.

Don't take from me. Look outward to the stars before I take your soul.
Look outward, Look for mars, and I won't be too slow. I'm known for taking more, this time a different flow.

I harness darkness, awaiting the fall. In bardos, meet spirits short and tall.
You do wrong speech, no matter short or long, You meet the beast where the land is cold. (x2)

iN BARDOS

ADDERALL PISS w/ VYTHE [[PROD. 12FPS]] #HELLCORE

w/ @jamesgorczyca1 & @retrokamisama (ayashi)

enjoy.

Noir

Dark Days

SOUL ASSASSIN'S (FT.SESHSPAWN & Vythe)

CYPHER!! (Stay in School Kids) or you'll end up like me

SKIP SCHOOL AND DO DRUGS W/REZXREKT & ZILLA$kAVE

satirical rap song that someone will take seriously

eyesoar (cereo)

in my buisness

COVER ART: @kashimotu
FEATURES: $15
RUN THIS HOE UP!
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(LYRICS)
I might possibly just go berserk.
I might possibly call my shooters get you merked.
I might possibly pull the heist, I’m disguised in all black with a damn mask, like it’s the purge.
I might possibly get that boy hurt.
I might possibly grip that lead like ima nerd.
I might possibly pull up cause you had the nerve to keep talking that shit, it’s fuck what you heard.
I don’t give a fuck bout a bitch, I’m just being honest, missed trial I’m sorry yo honor.
That heat in my pocket, grab that nigga by the collar you better
 run that fucking wallet.
The cuatro busting at yo quadrant, lil nigga stop it, you a private to my sergeant.
I’m in yo apartment, blade in yo stomach blood on the floor and it is spelling out caution.

Fatherless Behavior

YUREI