FUKKIT

DYING SEASON
DYING SEASON
DYING SEASON
201666

Mixed by: Spark Sum'n

Grim Reaper (Prod. Mistified) [Intro by Sabino]

PROD. Амир Баланар
ENGINEERED BY CHRIS VAYLE

Lyrics:

i wish

i knew

how to

save you

and me

 i can't see
anything

i can't feel
anything

i cry about
everything

i die a little everyday/ x2
nothing else to do but rot away, in decay, waste away then fade away, once again just fade away,
then again, then again, then again, then again, then again....

lose yourself in my scream
please don't lose sight of me
i will not fear myself
so i won't fear anything 
i cannot run away
i cannot run from fate
nobody can
nobody can
nobody can
nobody can 

not even you
not even you
not even you
not even you

Incubi

lyrics:

STAY IN YO HOUSE/ BITCH DONT COME OUT/ GIMME YO CLOUT SLAP THE FUCK OUT YO MOUTH/ YOU AINT GON SAY WHAT I DO NOT ALLOW/ SEE ME BOW DOWN WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN NOW/ NOT UNTOUCHABLE, Y'ALL LIL PUPPETS I'M SMUG AT YOU LUNCHABLES, NOT NO MORE THAN SOME CHILDREN FOOD COMFORTABLE, WITH YOURSELF IT'S HILARIOUS/ IT'S HILARIOUS, SERIOUSLY/ 

OUT OF BODY TRYNA EXPERIENCE ME WHILE THEY LIVE A LIE I DIE VICARIOUSLY IT'S AMAZING AINT IT NOW ITS FURIOUS ME SINCE A CHILD I WAS DEEMED A CURIOUS SEED/ 

BACK UP, BACK UP, SIT DOWN, STAND UP,
BEATING YO FACE WHILE I LAUGH AIN'T NO STAND UP/ 
MAYDAY, MAYDAY, IT'S RAINING ON PAYDAY MY NET WORTH INCREASE THEN MY EGO INFLATE AYE/

I RUN UP MY CHECK YO BITCH RUN UP THE NECK WHILE I'M LEANING NOW GIMME RESPECT/ 
IT'S SO COLD ON MY FLESH YOU CAN'T FEEL NOTHING LEFT SAY I'M WRONG RIGHT AWAY GET CORRECT/ 
SEMI AUTO SEND HOLLOWS AT GOGGLES HE NOT GOING MANO TO MANO NO ABLO/ MEXICANO BRAVADO I SQUABBLE WIT NIGGAS I GRAB BY THE HEAD AND EL CHAPO/ 

KILL YOURSELF,  YOU TALKING BOUT ME YOU SHOULD HEAR YOURSELF/ 
I KNOW YOU A PUSSY CANT HEAL YASELF/ VICE VERSA THE ROOKIE AINT FEELIN WELL KNOW IM ON EARTH BUT I FEEL IN HELL/ 
CANNOT ESCAPE, NEVER UNCHAINED, LOCKED ME AWAY HID THE KEY IN THE SAFE/

BREAK AWAY/ 

BEAT MY ASS TIL I GET IT RIGHT/
THOUGHT YOU KNEW ME YOU AINT KNOW THAT I AINT SCARED TO DIE/ 
IF HE WANNA SELL HIS SOUL THEN TELL'EM NAME A PRICE/ HE A GOOD TALKER BUT HE AINT NO GOOD FIGHT/ 
HE A GUN TOTER, BUT HE AINT GON TAKE A LIFE/ 
SAID THAT HIS DADDY FROM THE STREETS HE USED TO WORK THE LIGHT/ 
GOT OUTTA PRISON WATCHED HIM STAB HIS BROTHER WITH A KNIFE/ 
I LOOK HIM DEAD INSIDE THE EYES HE SEE THE AFTERLIFE/
I KNOW YOU NOT YO DADDY SO YOU FINNA DIE TONIGHT/ 

SAY YOUR PRAYERS CAUSE YOU'LL NEED'EM/ STANDING TALLER UNDEFEATED/ 

BURYING THE OPPOSITION.
1 BY 1.

EL CHOP (PROD. UNKNOWN & UNAVAILABLE)

MIXED BY WILK JAY.
LYRICS:                      

HOW DO I FEEL ABOUT YOU/

SOMETIMES ITS LIKE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY/

WHAT DO I SEE INSIDE YOU/

WHERE I WANNA MOVE IN COMFORTABLY/ 

SHE SAID WELL BABY LET'S ANEW/ 

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WANT COMPANY/ 

DON'T WANNA LIVE WITHOUT YOU/

MAYBE IT'S BETTER THAT I GO MY WAY/

GUESS WE GOT TO THINK ABOUT IT/
BUT I DON'T WANNA SPEAK ABOUT IT/ 
YOU OVER THERE ASLEEP WITHOUT ME ON YOUR OWN/ ON YOUR OWN/

Sod (Prod. BLVC SVND)

prod. viper
baller out your best side by viper remix
This upload is officially part of *** by Fukkit

fukkit - your best side

Produced by Stimachine

Background:

Setting takes place in a somewhat distant cyberpunkesque dystopian-future, specifically the nightclub area of a high class space ship strolling through a previously unknown galaxy, (near Andromeda) when suddenly the ship is attacked by rugged and unidentifiable Space Pirates. 

lyrics:

Fukkit:

I'M IN THE VIP SECTION THE CABIN DROP PRESSURE WE 300 MILES UP IN A BRAND NEW TESLA/

THE CLUB WAS IMPRESSIVE TIL SHIT GOT HECTIC/

SHIPS IN A WRECKAGE/

CAPTAIN IN DISTRESS AS HE LEFT US THE MESSAGE/

REMAIN CALM/

PARTYGOERS STRIPPIN TO THE SOUND OF THE ALARM SNIFFING BLOW LIKE A BOMB COCAINE IN HER BRA GETTING HIGHER THAN THE SKY IRONIC IN A FREE FALL/ 

MIND RACE AGAINST TIME, PACING GUESS WHY/

I DONT KNOW BOUT ANYBODY ELSE BUT IM IN LINE/

ESCAPE PODS VACANT/ 

PEEK OVER MY SHOULDER AND THE CROWD STILL PATIENT/

I DONT GOTTA SAY SHIT/



WE DYING IN A SPACE SHIP,

FLAME IN THE MAIN DECK,

UPLOADING MY CONSCIENCE BRAIN BODY GETS WASTED RIGHT CLICK, REPLACE, AND SAVE THEN REARRANGE IT WHERE EVERYBODY NAMELESS, AIMLESS, MADE BASIC/ 



STILL KEEP A GLOCK BY THE BED,

BUT NOW IT COME EQUIPPED WIT A LASER INSTEAD WHICH IS WHAT I LIKE BEST/ 

IT BURN THROUGH YOUR CHEST TIL THE SHAPE GETS PRESSED TO YOUR SKIN LIKE A SKETCH/ 

GET VEXED, 

CONFUSED, THEN DEPRESSED LIKE YA EX AFTER SEX FUCK AWAY LIKE A PEST IM THE BEST NO QUEST/

IN LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF OUT, JUST BOUGHT THESE NEW ANTIGRAVITY BOOTS FOR THE CLOUT/ 

YOU A SUIT SO GET OUT/

DEDUCE YOUR AMOUNT, 

THROUGH A CHIP, THATS IMPLANTED IN MY SCALP, WHAT ABOUT/

I BREATHE UNDERWATER LIKE A TROUT/

THAT BIG BLUE BALL WIT NO LEAVES AND NO SEEDS IN THE DROUGHT/ 

THATS RIGHT,

EARTH GOT A NEW NICKNAME SINCE WE TREATED GLOBAL WARMING LIKE A DAMN KIDS GAME:

PLANET 3-2-J-6-4-9-A

YES, EVERYBODY THERE IS EITHER POOR OR NOT THE SAME/ 



SABINO:

Transportation to our Destination now is out of question/ as the thrusters shut down now they feeling full dissension/ keep it cool pointless running toward an exit/ accept it/ calculate your state of panic through my specs augmented/ Not to mention the Co2 rising/ fucker keep it silent didn’t wanna show the violence/ but this holo-knife keep whining/ and I’m clearly fucking tired of it/ back of his head didn’t wanna show this side of him/ yet he knows the time is close he moves out the cabin just to go/ laser lights keep passing him/ still he knows the time is close remember the goal yeah he’s ready to go/ 



BRANDO:

YEAH IM READY TO GO I GOT BOMBS ON MY BODY BITCH IM READY TO BLOW/



(Sabino)

Keep it under control itd be best they don’t know just let the plans unfold/ 



BRANDO:

I GOT CANNONS ON MY NECK JUST LIKE IM PREDATOR BRO, IMMA HIT THE FUCKING LOBBY IMMA LET THIS SHIT GO 



(Sabino)

 Bro, I heard first time make sure it goes right   

But now In hindsight I think we left the plasma grenades/ 



BRANDO:

ZERO G ENERGY LEAKS INTO THE LOBBY.

BODIES BENDING BACK LIKE PILATES.

ITS OBVI THAT ALL YA OPTIONS AINT POPPIN.

RAISING THE PRESSURE VESSELS GET POPPING.

NOW I POP A BEAN LIKE JANEMBA.

DEAD SPACE FEEL COLD JUST LIKE DECEMBA.

REMOTE CONTROL ABORTION CODE’S A NO-GO

LET IT BLOW, THEN POSE FOR THE PHOTOS.

I GOT BROS, WE ALL BEARING LOGOS

HOPPED OUT THE FOUR DOOR, LIKE CODE LYOKO.

BITCH I AM LOCO. HOWLING LIKE LOBO.

I DONT GIVE NO FUCKS, I WONT FOLD BRO.

32-J (ft. Sabino & Brando) [Prod. Stimachine]

lyrics: 

I don’t share sentiment

I don’t regard, I don’t approach 

I don’t applaud, I don’t feel what you wrote 

I don’t approve, you don’t impress, you don’t improve, 

you don’t prove nothing, I prove you wrong, I prove it all, you prove you pretend/ 

Leave you last, i leave you past, i leave you in cast, i leave you broken like stick in the grass, you leave embarrassed/ 

I do it all, you do what you can, I don’t try to do what you do but I can, then there goes your plans/



Of this nice life,

you were taken like the last slice apple of my eye and my past life 

I think about you and I ask why?

How could I act like such a bad guy knowing I’m not that guy? 

Regretted everything that last fight 

When you left me at that red light 

In my rear view were your headlights

I was in despair, crying cause I wasn’t there for you, when you needed me, I was not prepared for it/

stone cold stare at the wall by your artwork wrestled with the heaviest of thoughts while my heart hurt sinking to the bottom with the cup half empty,

that was right about the time that you left me/ 

I was right about thinking you would forget me somehow/

Or maybe bout you finding something different/

Feeling like you better off without me in your distance/

Judging me because of some mistakes I have to live with/ 



I just know that I miss you

(I just know that I miss you)

(You were more than my sunshine,

You were more than a lifeline,

You were more than the nighttime,

You were more than the sunrise)  



I want to take what I did back,

I want to take what you give back,

I want to take my head and go click clack

I want to wake up in some universe where we went back

I want to live in that wave length 

I want something I can’t have back,

I want something I can’t bring back,

I want something it’s you that I’m after

I want you but you won’t come back, I want you but you won’t come back...

I know that and it hurts so bad/

Fukkit - Apple of My Eye (Prod. Smith The Poet) *lyrics in desc*

Fukkit - Cerebrum (Prod. 6ghost)

Mixed by TheWildDutchman

Lyrics:

MY SOUND AGE LIKE WINE TO ME 

STOP WASTING MY TIME MAN HONESTLY

SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SHIT PROPERLY 

ITS CLEAR TO EVERYBODY IM THE GUY TO BEAT 

EARNED STRIPES BUT THEY HURT LIKE SCARS TO ME

NIGGAS STARTIN TO SOUND LIKE BRAUDS TO ME 

TRYNNA TALK LIKE A BITCH GO HEAD FOLLOW ME

ITS CLEAR YOU A FAN SO YOU STALKING ME



NIGGAS WANNA FIGHT TRY BLOCKING ME OR YA BODY END UP LYING CROSS THE STREET GET CAUGHT YOU AINT GETTING UP COMFORTABLY 

NO YOU NOT WHAT YOU CLAIM IN YOUR SONGS TO ME/

BITCH WANT SEE ME GOT GET YOUR GUY RIDDEN,

GOT JUICE LIKE SYNAGOGUE NOT KIDDING,

CREEPING UP MY SPINE CROSS ME LIKE FINISH,

BLOWING ON GREEN POP EYE LIKE SPINACH/ 

NOT GONNA LIE STYLE SO AUTHENTIC,

THATS WHY MY LIFESTYLE UNCUT AND UNRENDERED/ 

I GOT HOT LINES AND THEY BURN LIKE EMBER I SMOKE TWO G’S JUST TO MATCH MY SWEATER MY FACE MASK TIGHT BUT ITS NOT ALL LEATHER YOU SMELL DEAD SKIN THATS MY ENEMIES FEATHERS I DONT FEEL BAD KINDA BROUGHT ME PLEASURE/

SPITTING SICK LIKE IM UNDER THE WEATHER/ 

IM SO SELF CENTERED/

GET OFFENDED/

I JUST DESCENDED/

FROM THE HEAVENS/

I BROUGHT MY MESSAGE/

MIGHT AS WELL SEND IT/

TO ALL MY CRITICS/

STAY BEHEADED/ 

AND WHO YALL KIDDING/

LICK THE STAMP CAUSE YOU MUST BE TRIPPING/

SHE WANT FUCK BUT SHE DONT WANT MENTION/

CAUSE SHE DONT WANNA TALK BOUT BUSINESS ALL OVER HER TWITTER/ 

THIS AINT FOR BEGINNERS MY PENIS HER DINNER RAIN WHITE LIKE A WINTER SNOW STORM OUT IN DENVER/ 

I COME TO DELIVER YALL COME AND DISMISSAL/

RIDING HIGH LIKE A MISSILE I HIT YOU/ 

LOSING FRIENDS BY THE END OF MY PISTOL/ 

SAY GOODBYE BUT I KNOW THEY WONT MISS YOU/

LEAST THIS 38 SPECIAL GON KISS YOU/

SNUB NOSE CUTE HOW IT SNEEZE WHEN IT BLESS YOU/

Fukkit - To Me (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

1 Min. Freestyle (PROD. MKULTRA)

Wanna Go? (To a Rave) [Prod. MKULTRA]

lyrics:

BABY GIRL BLOW LIKE WHISTLE MY FLOW SO SICK THAT YOU MIGHT NEED TISSUE YOUR EX MAN LEFT YOU THATS NOT MY ISSUE/ 

MY FLOWS ON TIME ON SCHEDULE YOUR NIGGAS WANT TALK LIKE BITCHES I FEEL YOU IM BLOWING ON LOUD MAN I CANNOT HEAR YOU/ 

YOU POSE NO THREAT I CANT FEAR YOU I FIELD THAT SHIT LIKE A FIELD GOAL KICKER YOUR MAIN BITCH LEFT MAN IM SORRY JUST MISSED HER/ 

IM THROWING UP HARD BROWN LIQUOR IM BREAKING UP BLUE CHEESE IN TWO SWISHERS YOU FEEL THAT BREEZE WHEN THEM THINGS JUST MISS YOU/ 

BETTER YET FEEL THE PAIN WHEN IT HIT YOU/ 
NICE COFFIN I KNOW THAT IT FITS YOU/
DEATH LIKE YOUR BEST FRIEND IT JUST GETS YOU/
AND ITS ROUGH TO THE TOUCH LIKE A BRISTLE/ 
I CANT PRETEND I FUCK WITCHU/
AND I LAUGH AT THE FACT THAT YOU THINK SO/
STUNT LIKE WEE MAN 1 MIN GETS YOU/
AND IM EVERYWHERE LIKE BLACK ZETSU/

IM IN THE PAINT LIKE WAKA FLAME/
FLOW IS SO WET IT COULD START THE RAIN/
IM IN THE WALLS WHERE THE BLOCKS DECAY/
IM IN THE PICTURE YOU CUT OUT THE FRAME/ 
GO SAY HIS NAME BET THAT BOY LOOK ASHAMED/
HOW I DO BETTER THAN HIM IN HIS STATE/
LEAVING THAT BITCH AND SHE WANT ME TO STAY/
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT I KEEP MAKING MY DAY/ 
GIVE IT IN CASH, IM TALKIN MY PAY/
BLOWING ON GRASS, IT SMELL LIKE HAZE/ 
THE WAY THAT WE BALLED, ITS NO TOUPE/
THE FLOW IS LIKE WATER BOY, BOBBY BUSHAY/  
IM CHARGING THIS SHIT TO THE GAME, 
I DIDNT DO RAPPING FOR FORTUNE AND FAME,
I DID IT BECAUSE IF I DIDNT I WOULD BE INSANE, I KNOW I WOULD DO IT AGAIN, IM SO UP AHEAD CAUSE THIS BITCH STEADY GIVING ME BRAIN, I LOVE HOW SHE PULL ON MY MANE, IM LYING IF I SAID THAT I WOULDNT DO IT AGAIN, ITS WORTH EVERYTHING THAT I GAIN/ 

IM IN MY OWN DAMN LANE/ 
YALL NIGGAS INSANE IF YOU THINK THAT SHIT CHANGED/ 
I JUST BOUGHT A QUARTER YOU JUST CARRY CHANGE, WE WETTING YOU UP LIKE STAINS/ 
WHY COVER MY FACE WIT A MASK LIKE BANE, I WANT THEM TO KNOW IT WAS ME/ 
IM PRESSING THAT SHIT TO HIS HEAD IT GO BANG IM LEAVING HIS TORSO AND FRAME/
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT YOUR CLAIMS OR A FADE, IM KNOCKING YOU OUT STOP PLAYING/ 
AND BOY WANNA TALK LIKE A BITCH WHAT HE SAYING, THEN GET ON YOUR KNEES START PRAYING/

Fukkit - Snake, Are You Okay?! (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

lyrics:

IM WIT MY DOG LIKE A DOBERMAN SIC’EM
ADIDAS STRIPE ON ME I LOOK TOO OFFICIAL
THE FACT WE MADE IT HERE NOT INCIDENTAL
ASKING ME QUESTIONS, I DONT LIKE RIDDLES
THINKING ILL PLAY, WHILE THEY SING LIKE A FIDDLE
SLEEPING ON ME THEN YOU SOFT AS A PILLOW/
I DONT GOT TIME FOR THAT BULLSHIT KIDDO/
WHAT IS MY NICHE? RIGHT HERE I GUESS
30 ON ME WHEN I SHOOT ITS A SWISH
IN THE NET, AND I DONT REALLY STOP OR MISS/
NUMBER ONE ALWAYS THATS WHY THEY LOOK PISSED/ AND THE SECOND I DROP THEN THEY NOT FOR SHIT/
CAUSE I GOT HIT AFTER HIT ON THE LIST/ 
ENVIOUS OF MY FORMER ACCOMPLISHMENTS/
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS STILL SOUNDING JEALOUS/ 
AND I GOT ALL THE TIME,
IN THE WORLD TO GAIN CREDIT FOR KILLING YOU/ 
AND THE BLOOD THAT I SPILL HOWS IT FEEL TO YOU?/
AND THE DAMAGE I DO IS SO REAL TO YOU/
AND THE PUDDLES I USE AS A SWIMMING POOL DIVE IN THAT BITCH TAKE A BATH IN THE MINERALS/
ASK THE QUESTIONS I KNOW THAT WOULD RIDDLE YOU/
THROW MY BOY IN THE MIDDLE TO PICK ON YOU/ 
AND YOUR GIRL GOT A PROBLEM MY PICKLE/
WATCH GOLD BUT THE HANDS IN IT NICKLE/
RUSHING HARDER THAN HAMMER AND SICKLE/
WHILE I DRAW OUT THE LINE LIKE A STENCIL/ 
AND MY BARS JUST HIT LIKE MISSLE,
PICK A COFFIN MAKE SURE THAT IT FIT YOU/
AINT NO STOPPING THE RAP GAME SKITZO/
AND THE .38 SPECIAL DONT TICKLE/

Fukkit - Sic ft. Sabino (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

lyrics:

NEW FANBASE REALLY LIKE HOW I FLOW SHIT 
OLD FANBASE WANT ME BACK ON THAT OLD SHIT 
SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT YOU DONT REALLY KNOW SHIT
GIVE HER THAT MAGIC STICK SIPPIN MY POTION
IM ON HER SKIN LIKE A MOFUCKIN LOTION
BITCH PUSSY WET SO I SWIM IN THE OCEAN

YOU KNOW WHERE IM AT,
YOU KNOW WHERE I BE,
IM GETTIN THE JACK,
THE POT LIKE CHEESE,
WE ROCK ALL BLACK,
THEM SB SNEAKS,
THE LIMITED PACK,
 OFF-WHITE FLEECE,
AND LIMIT ALL CHAT,
WE NOT NO GEEKS,
IM BLOWIN ON PACK, 
AND NOT NOW PLEASE,
YOU KNOW YALL FLAT,
AND DONT GOT KEYS,
THE BOY GOT DRIVE,
THIS BITCH ON E/

WHERE YOU AT LAST WEEK,
TRYNNA BE LIKE ME, 
WHY YOU ACT LIKE ME,
BUT YOU NOT LIKE ME,
AND MY CHAIN ON PEE, 
TRYNNA BE LOWKEY,
RUN A TRAIN ON YO BITCH,
MAKE HER ASSHOLE BLEED/
THEY AINT HIGH LIKE ME,
CANT FLY LIKE ME,
AND IM IN MIA BLOWING L.A WEED/
BLEW A CHECK LAST WEEK ON SOME DEATHWORLD TEES/
KNOW YO ASS GO BROKE LIVIN LIFE LIKE ME/ 

TRIPLE X WITH THE BITCH SO SHE COULD LOOK AT ME LOVE HOW YOUR FOLLOWING THINK THEY COULD BULLY ME DONT WANNA KILL THEM BUT SOMETHING KEEP PUSHING ME/
ALL YOU CRITICS JUST KEEP ON SUCKIN ME/ 
REAL LONG DICK TIL SHE CANT EVEN STOMACH ME/
FUCKIN HER ONCE OR THE BITCH IS IN LOVE WITH ME/ UBER BEEN COMING BUT SHE WANNA CUDDLE ME/ AFTER I CUM DONT YOU DARE TRY TO HUG ON ME/


FLOW HAS CHANGED,
SO ENRAGED,
DONT ENGAGE,
OR YOU,
DIE ESTRANGED
BY MY RANGE
STILL THE SAME OLD YOU/
WHILE I,
CHANGED THE GAME,
HIGHER PLANE,
HIT A STAIN ON YOU,
TOOK YA LANE,
FUCK YA NAME,
ALL THEM LAMES ON YOU/ 
IS IT SURPRISE HOW I BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG/
YA BITCH RECEIVING I TOLD HER TO GO LONG/
SHE CALLING MY DICK LIKE A CELL PHONE
VEGAN BITCH EAT ME WITH JUST MY FUR COAT ON/ 

WHY YOU STILL TRYNNA FLEX ON ME/
MADE A LIST OF THE THREATS ON ME/
AINT A THING YOU CAN CHECK ON ME/
MIGHT AS WELL BLEED TO DEATH ON ME/ 
I DONT FUCK WITCHU S O Bs
BOUT MY BIDNESS LIKE LLCs,
ALL MY NUMBERS IS JUST OP,
ALL YA NUMBERS IS RNG,
ON MY DICK THEN COME FOLLOW ME,
YOU WOULD THINK THERES A LOT ON ME,
AND YOU RIGHT IMMA BALL ON ME/ 
A&R’s TRYNNA CALL ON ME/

Fukkit - Darts (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

lyrics:

SMOKING ON PURPLE LIKE LVL 3 ARMOR
YOU COULD KEEP THE ACT I DONT CARE FOR THE DRAMA TAKE HITS TO THE HEAD ON SOME BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA/ 
DISSING ME SEND THAT SHIT BACK PRONTO/
I GET IN HER THROAT LIKE IM CHECKING HER TONSIL
JUST DIGGING THE BONE LIKE A MOFUCKING FOSSIL/
COUNTER THE STRIKE IN COMBAT WITH MY HOSTILE/
GOT MORE BARS THAN A CASE WITH A LAWSUIT/
THINK IM THEY FATHER BUT THAT SHIT IS AWFUL/ THERES JUST NO EXPLANATION THATS PLAUSIBLE/ 
NIGGAS STILL WISH FOR THE GREEN LIKE COSMO/
WANT THE SMOKE TIL ITS HARSH LIKE FRONTO/ 
VIEW LOOKING GOOD FROM THIS SKY RISE CONDO/ 
AND I PLAY THE RAP GAME LIKE CONSOLES/ 

IM SO HIGH, I DONT KNOW WHERE THE TIME GOES,
IM SO FLY, I DONT CARE IF YOU LIE LOW,
IM SO FINE, I COULD FUCK ALL YOUR SIDE HOES/
THATS SOME SHIT YOU COULD SEE WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED/ 

HOLD UP,
WAIT/
IM FLEXIN BIG CHILLIN JUST COUNTING MY SKRILLA
NO DOUBT THAT IM KILLING YOU TALK ABOUT MUSIC WHILE STILL BUMPING SKRILLEX JUST STICK TO THE SHIT YOU MAKE UP AND CONCEAL IT/
I FEEL IT/
NO NOT REALLY NIGGA IM TOO UNFAMILIAR WITH WHO YOU CALL FAMILY I DONT SEE IT SADLY IM UPPING THE ANTE, 
THERE GO YOU LIL PUSSIES TRYNA RIDE UP MY ALLEY/ 
WHY YOU WANT HOW I SOUND SO BADLY/
PROBABLY CAUSE ALL YOUR SHIT SOUND BADLY/ 
WHY YOUR BITCH STEADY SOUND SO MANLY/
SIDE EFFECT OF THE BITCH SHE MARRIED/ 
TWO TWINS, AND THEY WEIGH BUT I CARRY/
TWO TIPS ON THE BLADE BUT I PARRY/
ALL MY ENEMIES STAY WHERE THEY BURIED/
ONLY PLACE THAT THEY SAFE WHILE IM STANDING/ 

PATH FINDING, NEED A ZIP HERE
STRAIGHT LINING, IS IT STILL CLEAR?
PING IT ILL FIND IT, BITCH ITS RIGHT THERE
DOUBLE TIMING SMOKE OUT THEN IM RIGHT HERE/ 
BUZZ QUICK BUT IT LAST LIKE LIGHTYEARS,
WHEN THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT WE FIGHT FAIR? 
BITCH I TOLD YOU ITS LOOKING LIKE MY YEAR/
IF YOU WANT IT THEN GET IT IM RIGHT HERE/

Fukkit - Pathfinder (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

lyrics:

SETTLE DOWN CAUSE YOU CANT REALLY ROCK WITH ME SOCAL WAVES IN THE VO-CAL HARMONIES HEARKEN ME/
JUST DONT BOTHER ME/
IM ON THE LINE ALL THE TIME WHY YOU CALL FOR ME?
I TOLD THE BITCH CALM DOWN DONT FALL FOR ME/
CAUSE THEN YOU FALL WITH ME/ 
HONESTLY, NOT WHAT YOU WANT SO BE CAUTIOUS 
AND JUST DONT BOTHER ME/ 

MY FLOW RIVER BENT WASH MY HANDS IN THE WET BANK/ 
I CARVED OUT THE STEPS THAT I CLIMBED TO MY ESTATE/ 
ITS SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH HOW IM PUSHING IMMENSE WEIGHT/
AND REFURBISHED MY ARMOR JUST TO POKE OUT MY CHEST PLATE/ 
THEY SAY HE GOT SOME PROBLEMS FROM SOME PEOPLE WHO GOT NONE/ 
I REALLY WANNA MEET THEM MOTHERFUCKERS WITHOUT ONE/ 
STORY OF MY LIFE I WAS OBSESSED WITH THE OUTCOME/ 
BUT NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHAT LIVING LIFE WAS ABOUT THOUGH/
I DUG UNTIL MY LIMBS GAVE OUT/
THE SUN SET I FED TEARS TO THE ROOTS IN THE GROUND/ 
BLOOD COVERED SHOVEL WITH THE FULL MOON BACKGROUND/ 
THEY COULDNT UNDERSTAND A THING I SAID BEFORE TIL NOW/ 
HOW’D I MITIGATE ALL MY FEAR UNTIL THE SHIT DRAINED OUT? 
ALL THE LITTLE THINGS I WOULD HEAR THAT PAINT THE BIG PICTURE NOW/ 
WHEN I GOT IN FRONT OF A MIRROR IT REFLECTED MY DOUBT/ 
AND I HAD TO LOOK AT IT CLEARER JUST TO SEE IF I’D SMILE/ 
TURNED OVER A NEW LEAF/
SMOKED IT DOWN I BLEW ASH ON THE NEW SEATS/
BLUNTS IN ROUNDS/ 
WE BLEW GAS BY THE QP/
POUND FOR POUND,
NEVER NO WONDER BOUT WHO’s ME?
THEY KNOW ME AROUND NOW/
THE CHAMPION SOUND/
I DEFEATED THE WHO’s HE?/
I LEFT WIT THE CROWN/
UNDEFEATED AND UNBRUISED/
THEY SHUNNED ME IN CROWDS/ 
UNBELIEVABLY UNAMUSED BUT NOT LET DOWN/
UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING I DID MAKE ME PROUD/
NOW!
PIPE DOWN!

Fukkit - Lights Out (Prod. Disvstxr)

Deadpool (Prod. Jashin)

2 Minute Freestyle (Prod. RailRepeater & Examining)

NEW SHIT w/ FUKKIT, stream here : bambi.fanlink.to/23

23 ft Fukkit [Prod. 8mc]

music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eLwMxUM3sk

lyrics: 

Flipping the finger like tricks on a Tech Deck
We blowing L's and it's not been a set back
I turn your hood to a crime scene, step back
Shoot
Wet that, ooh
Pussy look just like color of Majin Buu
Pushing her buttons seeing what it do
I got a bitch in Cali, Malibu
She dropping the top the coupe ain't got no roof

Can't fuck with these niggas to tell u the truth
I lied to the judge man I told him a spoof
Just did that boy dirty it's back to my roots
These rappers too sweet just a bag of some fruits
They know I'm the one, 
I'm holding a deuce,
They talk all the time,
It's just an excuse
This bitch on my line
She like how I move
I'm doing my dance
I'm hitting my groove

If it ain't money don't talk to me
You ain't a 100 can't walk with me
Bout to go pop they still rock with me
Ok
That's why these rappers can't fuck with me
That's they these rappers can't--
That's why these niggas aint stopping me 

Bad lil bitch and she came from Dominican Republic
First gimme head then I end up in her stomach 
I'm in the strip club throwing out your budget
We getting drunk throwing up in abundance 
FN ain't safe when it spit or it stutters 
Straight to the safe only taking home hundreds
Game is on lock down bitch we ain't budging 
This aint no stickball know you aint clutching 
That's ya main bitch? Man I know yall aint fucking
Shooting out the window man I caught him while im dumping
Okay, okay
Smoke a lil purp while I get a lil pump in
Know your bitch a bird so I gave her a lil stuffing 
Shooting out the Uber man you know I been bussin'
Bitch suck the dick I dont wanna hear fussing
The nina is Spanish, the AK Russian
The clip is bananas I do what yall doesn't
It's fuck the police bitch you know I ain't cuffing 

If it ain't money don't talk to me
You ain't a 100 can't walk with me
Bout to go pop they still rock with me
Ok
That's why these rappers can't fuck with me
That's they these rappers can't--
That's why these niggas aint stopping me

Fukkit - Tech Deck (Prod. Eliii3 I's) *video & lyrics in desc*

MXRXNX DXBZ  JUST NEW TO THE RIDDIM SCENE LOOKING INTO LEARNING PRODUCING SO DO BE AWARE OF MORE FIYAAAAHHHH!

FUKKIT

MXRXNX DUBZ [SHADOWS CREW]