PUSHA

lyrics: 

big clip out the ride 
rip out your spine 
bitch i buss back, lift his body then he die 
never really want click clack til ya whole clique whacked 
it’s a fact, put a body in the sky 
what’s that? touchback? well you got that
rucksack fulla mags for the contact
one splat, get clapped, never come back
better back up fore your ass wit a toe tag 
blap! blap! blap! 
in the back of the 'lac 
where i go? where i go? 
wit the mac on my lap, i know, i know 
you was askin for that, times up, times up
leave a mag in your back, psycho, psycho 
i’m G O D 
now a couple hoes wanna be on me 
i got heat on me, wit my D O Gs
i go C O D 
but this a pricey fit so don’t bleed on me 

i spit killer shit like my glocky do 
i might hit ya bitch when i pop at you 
you better get a grip fore my dogs are loose 
they might hit a lick, they might bark at you 
i might sip a bit while she off a bean 
never really got what i’m offering 
hit him in his top if he talkin sweet 
you know talk is cheap, so i charge a fee

2077 (prod. erlax x rose)

DARK ft. MVKO

Prod. Roosevelt 

Lyrics:

You make me nauseous subconsciously 
Toxic oddity probably 
philosophically bother me
Kill em all  When they stop the beat
Like the fall of hierapolise
time to face the dichotomy
Of your putrid anatomy 
please don't even be mad at me 

Fuck it I'm twisted so offensive
Watch my rims spin from the prison
Mind your business pussy bitches
Or I'll put my dick in your britches
Never fuck with lame ass snitches 
Cut em up they left in stitches
End them oes with the quickness
Bodies turning up in ditches 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

I’m the type to sell money, still flip a profit
Said I’d do it and I did it, I must be a prophet
Ghost out the tomb, levitate from coffins
Rose from the dirt and I started walkin’
What I’m cookin’ in the booth, deadly concoctions
Shut ya mouth, listen up when when the king is talkin’
Or I might reverse pickpocket a live grenade onto you
Said you’d blow up, now let’s watch it 

You the type, can’t do it, you just knock it
Pull out a pistol, forget how to cock it
Brief hesitation then I get to choppin’
Scythe cut you up like katana through margarine
I can’t believe it’s not butter
You don’t know about Shade, go and ask your mother
Sure you got the gist when she bit her lip, eyelashes fluttered
Monster under your bed while hide under covers 

Ain’t even human, I’m just undercover
Skeleton, flesh suit
Witch in the booth
Barricade, I charge on through
Mr. X from RE2
Got infinite styles, all better than you
Every time I step in the booth
My demons are wooed 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

Bitch I came back with my  blade
I lost myself again
When I got up every night I tried to not forget
Took a while for me to take a breath and burn the flames
Calmed the chaos in my mind I'm ready to start the tape, bitch
When they wanna me go back
I make attack, go breaking bad  
Bake a new track for you my fans
I'm spending so much when in my lab
Waste your life every time you lay and hate another man
Every minute of your life you're getting closer to the hell 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone


Skorn, Shade Apollo, $witchblade - deadZone

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Yury - Posted (prod. Yury)

Written and Mixed by Big Roshi
Produced by RULZ ON

Lyrics:
Piggo Piggo motherfucker bootlickin ya miss ya mother
Ya a unkle ruckus fucka misrepresent all ya brothers
Ima coocoo auntie fucka got ya grandma in my covers
Ima cookie lovin hunter opp pop head I put him under

They say that I sell them drugs I just sell misery, huh
You try say you in da books ya shit is history, huh
You sent 30 homie lookin but they missin me, huh
But those funerals aint payin for no memories

I take pack from maggots sue me
Tsunami gone crack n move me
Big ol black robe packed into me
This ol massive package movin
I got faggots rappin to it
Yall dont know no fuckin music
Soundind like some fuckin eunichs
Talkin batshit college students

I get fuckin ignorant
Shotties afters blunties
Like the fuck they even a point to this
Why I keep on runnin
Miss the goal
N now ill choke on this
Every drug ive taken
Burnt into my fuckin skeleton
Hard for me to miss it

Hook (once)

Body restin Under
I put him way so under
This cannon blast a thunda
Piggo masses concrete jungle
Understand the runga dunga
And cocaine stored in under
Sell the bag to dunna dunna
Now she hit me for the one uh
I dont wanna no puna nah nah

I Got Too Big And Now Im Nobody Again +RULZ ON

GHETTO SUPERSTARS (prod. XTREMETRAP)

Kamaara - SDGAFNM (Prod. Azrael)

https://open.spotify.com/track/1nlWPCINrLWXzAyhpnnaYx?si=YAQlnK-PSCSt_MzN4a0NZw

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Yury - Less (prod. Yury)

Super Villain

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STREAM "buttercup" everywhere: https://fanlink.to/ceo-buttercup

Produced by lentra
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twitter: https://twitter.com/lentralentra
soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/lentra

Lyrics:
fuck it up
hit me up
baby too sweet lil buttercup
who with us 
doin drugs 
i don’t wanna say it more than once 
how do i get so much?
uh
baby i do enough 
uh
drink another wassup
drink another wassup

tell you what i really really want
spice it up i really really want 
diamond chain i really really got
attention i really really got
me and you we are 
different 
sneezing on the beat 
sicker
feel it down your spine 
shiver
every single time 
killer 

getting rowdy 
oh they talking bout me 
Always talking bout me 
paparazzi round me 
everybody want it
take a picture own it 
cameras in focus
ch
ch
ch
ch-
ch boom got bands you jealous
money talk long but you can’t tell us 
contrast us i don’t embellish 
run home sweetie get out my presence 
i’m the new man 
in town god dam 
sink or swim you drown i swam 
bass so loud it beat my dad 
beat so hot it got me tanned 

#ceo@business.net #lentra #business

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ceo@business.net - buttercup (prod. lentra)

HAARPER x FREDDIE DREDD - WTF U MEAN [PROD. RYAN C]

HAARPER - "PUKE"

MOTHMAN (Prod. Noxygen)

PROD. EviLu

LIVING DEAD - https://open.spotify.com/album/4XAZAjskSSzmmRaTIvHJrM?si=mXNJNdI7T-GpJBvtTJJwaQ&fbclid=IwAR3qb51N2WuNTc1sKWu8PKwf0fkYS0ildSn3lpJrWOJpELrtIcbk2BWTTxI

Demons breaking out
Demon Demons breaking out the cove
Living dead
Living dead 
Living dead
Living dead
Demons breaking out
Demon Demons breaking out the cove
Living dead
Living dead 
Living dead
Living 
Demons breaking out
Demon Demons breaking out the cove
Living dead
Living dead 
Living dead
Living aye
Demons breaking out
Demon Demons breaking out the cove
Living dead
Living dead 
Living dead dead dead

I will never take your fucking order bitch 
Do what the fuck I want and 
You don’t wanna end up dead
And fuck with me I cut your head off
Throw it in a ditch
See I'm just rising from the crypt to throw a fucking fit

Just wait 
This time I got my blade
I won’t be scared to fucking tuck it deep inside your dreams
And I don’t want war
See I just wanna go somewhere
Protect my own
You better not come near us

But I just hit a wall
Shit happens in your life
So better take it slow
There again another chance but I just
Let it go
And I don't want this
Who's really there for me
Deep down I don't wanna know yea

Demons breaking out
Demon Demons breaking out the cove
Living dead
Living dead 
Living dead
Living dead
Demons breaking out
Demon Demons breaking out the cove
Living dead
Living dead 
Living dead
Living 
Demons breaking out
Demon Demons breaking out the cove
Living dead
Living dead 
Living dead
Living aye
Demons breaking out
Demon Demons breaking out the cove
Living dead
Living dead 
Living dead dead dead

LIVING DEAD

Lyrics:

Panama Red 
Dab Pen
And some needle point 
Now let’s flip a coin 
Where do I go tonight 
My failure to die 
Is my kryptonite 
No refill 
This life doesn’t 
come with a sequel 
Might die by a needle 
Dilated pupils 
I try to stay tranquil 
But bitches are deceitful 
So I aint peaceful
Diabolical individual 
Tired of it all
I fuckin hate people

Whoever
Shot up my whip 
you missed 
sorry  
I still exist 
Even when I’m shooting up dope 
Motherfucker I don’t miss

NICE TRY
YIPPIE KAY YAY 

Touché 
I also wanna be morte
Long gone 
Like the fucks I once gave 
I know you wanna see me die 
But I wanna be the 
one taking my life  
IM ROCKIN
DONT NOT RESUSCITATE 
UNO REVERSE CARD 
MIGHT OVERDOSE ANYDAY
People will say 
bad things happen in 3’s
Until they meet me 
as I piss 
I’m Sippin on a 40 
In chaos 
There’s opportunity 
You should know that 
I’m the hell spawn 
Epitome of Murphy’s law 
Engulfing Alcohol
by the crack of dawn 
No one will miss me
 when I’m gone 
Imma die young
LSD TABS 
UNDERNEATH MY TONGUE 
TAKING HITS FROM THE BONG 
Going out like Chris Farley 
If he was introverted and unfunny 
Fuck a filter 
Imma blunt motherfucker 
Imma tell you how it is
never a sugarcoater
Fuck euphemisms 
You’re a cunt 
That’s an aphorism 
Baligerant 
prime example of alcoholism 

Middle fingers
Are my mannerisms 
Walking cataclysm 
Fuck the system 
Fuck the catechism 
Fucks given
in the minus 
Coke up in my sinus 
Actavis School Bus 
Drugs are my favorite apparatus 
My brain is a circus 
Mixing chemicals 
Like It’s science 
Getting so high 
You can’t even
see my iris
Wanna Escape 
this crisis 
Turning down the brightness
Fuck a bias 
Never been pious 

Fuck the self righteous 
They’re annoying as tinnitus 

People have always 
pulled a Judas 
So spineless 
Better practice silence
Nothing is priceless 
We all pay a toll 
With our soul 
Feelin like Daniel Victor Jones
Feel failed by everything that I know
Just wanna take a round to the dome

Clouded mindset 
Like a cataract 
A 9 Millimeter ￼
round salad 
Sounds immaculate 
Always remember
Don’t put all your eggs 
in one basket 
I’m Bound for a 
premature casket 
KindNess is something 
Life doesn’t practice
We all get shoveled in the end
Doesn’t matter if we like it
needa goth bitch 
But for now 
My Switchblade 
stays my side kick 

Not much of a difference 

cause they both cut shit

When it comes to acid

Better know I’m loving it 
Like McDonald’s 
but we talkin psychedelics
Bitch ya know I’m strident 
But Ironically 
I Fucking hate 
being conscious 
It’s not contentious 
Y’all make me so nauseous 
Hit the blunt 
so I’m not anxious 
I’m precarious 
Voices in my head 
are nefarious

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