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30 (Prod. CaptainCrunch) [Bonus]

No Witness - Kamiyada X Fukkit X BAMBI X Quinn X Original God X Brando Prod Blvc Svnd

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Yi9TzaBxPM

[Verse 1: Kamiyada]
Mind off the acid, the flow analytical
Fucking with me then the damage is critical
Midnight the set, we the ones who will finish you
Talk on our gang and I promise we killing you, fuck
I kill 'em all, leave no witness, yuh
I run my game like a business, yuh
Run in your clique for the ditches, yuh
Run in your clique for the bitches, yuh
I kill 'em all, leave no witness, yuh
I run my game like a business, yuh
Run in your clique for the ditches, yuh
Run in your clique for the bitches, yuh
I run my game like a business, yuh
I kill 'em all, leave no witness, yuh
Run in your clique for the ditches, yuh
Run in your clique for the bitches, yuh

[Verse 2: Fukkit]
Walk on the street and I'm scratching my nutsack
Chopper go damn, my chain carry slugs
And I'm smoking, I feel like Kid Cud, huh
Hitting that Ricky run outside the club, look
Why you so headass? Fam, nigga, deadass
Say you wanna fade me then go to the address
Cutting his throat, he gon' need of a medic
I cleared my objective, your hoe shit pathetic, I said that
Unleashing the beast while I'm squeezing your niece
She gon get on her knees, do the twist with no teeth
Put the blunt on the leaf and the party is kief
I'm chief like a seminal, screaming and screech
Squad hit the preach at the entry and flee, look
Damage is critical, dying to see, look
My animals ridiscule, fuck do you mean?
I'mma see why I smashed on the scene like it's weak

[Verse 3: Bambi]
Gucci flip flop, lean drop on my way
Skrt skrt skrt by the clout to the highway
Bend her, flip her over, then I fuck that bitch sideways
Feeling in my eyes [?]
Sip lean, pink weed, pop xans, not me
Acid, molly, flip with the candy
Smoke ass, green cheese, little deer Bambi
I fucked Mandy, hip hop Randy
Your hoe, she know, suck dick, deepthroat
She won't say none, don't start screech, oh
Wrist never froze, don't feed my ego
Everywhere you go, let me VLONE
Skrr, skrr, skrrrrrr

[Verse 4: Ghostie]
Speak to me, you are not a nigga that I'm tryna be
Go time is the fucking time for me
Lamb on the waist like I gotta be
I am in her ass like sodomy
Taking over shit, no monopoly
Give me a port, I don't smoke no weed
You sound hella weak like a Togepi
African-American from Maryland, home of the Terrapins
Constantly scaring your fans, thanks
You called me and calling your bluff because we all in similar lane
Brace low, track off the long neck
Musically talented, no doubt about it
[?]
Do his family even know he is a dropout
6 foot 1 and I still grab the loud out, pussy

[Verse 5: Original God]
Blvc Svnd studio, but they're no groupie hoes
Ugly white bitch looking like a spooky ghost
Man, that shit was wack, I just need some pack
'Cause I'm off the tab and I'm coming down real bad
I do not know how to spit unless talking saliva when I feel like shit
Wake up, bitches, and black no emotions
And we pouring the potions, I feel like a witch
I put a curse on your entire clique
Looking like taste buds with basic ass tits
That's why you literally a walking lick
Shadow the Hedgehog, we run it up quick

[Verse 6: Brando]
I'm in LA and I'm living my way
I'm in the pit and I'm swinging away
I chop you down if you get in my way
Fold you in half like it's Cirque de Soleil
Like I am Predator, aim with the beam
Pull up, get wet just like it's a wet dream
Straight out the jungle, got jaws on my gun
That was a lie, but just say that for fun
That's why I treat you niggas like you dumb
Don't even know what's rolling off your tongue
That's why I treat you niggas like you dumb
Don't even know what's rolling off your tongue
Aye, yeah, you fucking dumb
Yeah, yeah, you fucking dumb
Yeah, yeah, you fucking dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb bitch

No Witness - Kamiyada+ X Fukkit X BAMBI X Quinn X Original God X Brando (Prod. Blvc Svnd)

lyrics:

golden ratio my bar count
im imbalanced chemically but compound
know the law of gravity i fall down
like them victims dying with they arms down

it's a tragedy, all the casualties
and the people who treat it so casually
the catastrophe, ripping families, 
all the hate that is born grows rapidly

Never will i talk, they might laugh at me
Tell me what you want, shit aint bad for me
You just have a front, so i backhand him
Bullet hit his lungs increase my batting average
I dont wanna talk, leave my ass alone
Call me if you want i wont pick up the phone
Every time we do this neither of us grow
Im angry but im always sad to see you go

Diamonds not everything nice but im lit
I just like ice cause the feeling it give me
Always try play on the dick cause she friendly
Smoking my gas til the blunt on empty
I dont give a fuck bout you niggas so tempt me
Just took my brain and my heart and i blended
Just took my pain in my heart and transcended 
I know they afraid by the vibe that they sending

Funny when you got an industry ducking you, laugh in my face but i know you're uncomfortable
Never hear nothing but lies and its wonderful just cause i know how you stand when in front of you

I dont wanna know (I dont really care)
Wake up feeling low (Why im even here)
Ass that on the floor (Reason why im here)
On a slipping slope (Bout to disappear)

Way that i feel wrong, fuck being right
Waiting to peel some'n, tucking the knife
Waiting to feel some'n pill down the pipe im debating to kill some'n thinking bout life
Did all this shit by myself and my strife
Getting my got and it forced me to strive
Never knew me or the thing that's inside it's a pleasure to know i was born to survive

(hook)

REMIND ME, WHY AM I HERE AGAIN? (PROD. JAHRAHMF)

PROD. BLVC SVND
MIXED BY CHRIS VAYLE
Available on ITunes: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1288369838?ls=1&app=itunes

LYRICS:

WHY SO IMPATIENT THINK HE MAD ABOUT HIS CURRENT STATUS/

KEEP PUTTING ON THEM FAKE IMPRESSIONS THAT'S GON TAKE YOU PLACES/

CHECK WHAT MY NAME IS I'M NOT FAMOUS WONDER WHERE I AIM AT?/

HE SAY HIS PISTOL DRAWN I KNOW THAT'S PENCIL WHERE THAT FADE AT?/

GO HEAD JUST THROW THAT SHADE BACK/ YO BITCH AND ME GO WAY BACK/HOW DARE I EVEN SAY THAT THOUGHT YOU MIGHT ENJOY THE PLAY BACK/

WONDER HOW I MAKE BREAD I DON'T THAT'S WHY I STARVE LIKE STRAY RATS/

SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS SEEMS LIKE IM THE ONE THAT GETS MY PAY BACK/

GIVE ME DAT GIVE ME DAT GIVE ME DAT TOP/ SHIMMY YA SHIMMY YA, DANCE ON MY COCK/ GREEN LIGHT GIVE IT GAS BITCH DONT STOP/ SMOKING ON FLOCK BOUT TO KODAK BOP/ 
GET ME THAT GET ME THAT GET ME THAT GUAP/
BOY KICK ROCKS HOW I BALL CALL SHOTS/ 
MONEY BAG MONEY BAG MONEY BAG SHOP/
BODY GON DROP LIKE NASDAQ STOCK/

GREEN ON ME CEELO, ROB LIKE DINERO, I PUT THE PUMP TO HIS KNEE AND I D.ROSE, UNLOAD THEN RELOAD, TURNING THE KEYHOLE, PLAY MY CARDS RIGHT I COULD BUY THE CASINO/
BITCH NEVER SLEEP ON MY DICK CAUSE IT'S WOKE/ INHALE MY NUT LIKE SOME BLOW NUMB THROAT/ WHITE GIRL ON PURO COLOMBIAN COKE BY THE WAY THAT SHE CHOKE I CAN TELL SHE DONT SMOKE/

DON'T CALL ME DRAKE WIT MY WOES/ 
SHAWTY JUST WONT LET ME GO/
THIS AINT THAT DIFFICULT BRO/
YOU ON SOME SIMPLE SHIT MOE/
I MOLLIWHOP HIM IN HIS SWEAT SHIRT, 
THAT 30 GON MAKE SURE YO CHEST HURT, HIS BLOOD BOUT TO GIVE HIM A RED SHIRT, HE FLEXIN PUT HIM ON A STRE-TCHER/ THESE NIGGAS STILL THINK THEY SO CLE-VER/ I PICK UP THE PACK LIKE SOME LEG WORK/ U KNOW I DO ART U CAN'T CEN-SOR/ I PAINTED HER FACE IT'S MY BEST WORK/ 
LIKE A SOLDIER MY BITCH GON SAY YES SIR/ I DON'T EVEN RESPOND AND SHE CHECK FIRST/ WRONG AS FUCK IF YOU THINK WE CAN NET-WORK/ U SUCK DICK SO I KNOW THAT YO NECK HURT/

Las Ovejas Mueren (Sheep Die) (Prod. BLVC SVND)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I GREW UP WITH A SENSE OF MYSELF/
THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND THEM/ 
HOW MY WORDS BOUT TO SLICE'EM SO THIN LIKE THEY TRYNNA CUT WEIGHT ON THEY WAY TO THE GYM/
TRAINING DAY BUT THEY SIT BY THE BENCH/ SPOT A NIGGA SHIT GETTING SUSPENSEFUL/ TEACHING SOMETHING THE MOMENT I TEST YOU ERASE YOUR EXISTENCE JUST USING A PENCIL/
TANGO DOWN CAUSE HE MOVED IN MY RADIUS STOP ALL THAT PLAYING SHIT TURN OFF YO CONSOLE UNPLUG YO PLAYSTATION BITCH/ BY THE WAY THIS IS JUST GETTING STARTED IM OFFA BLUE PILL SO PLUG ME INTO MATRIX TANK/
STILL THEY WANNA SAY DEM IS SIMILAR HEARING YOUR STYLES SOUND OFTLY FAMILIAR/ WHY THEY WANT COPY ME THEN CLAIM ORIGINAL  PROVES THAT THEIR FUCKING DELIRIOUS/ 
AND YO LIL SISTER BI-CURIOUS LAUGH IT OFF QUICK WHILE I LOOK AT YOU SERIOUS/ BITCH I HIT LICKS AND IM CLEARING'EM I AM THE ONE AINT NO OTHER SINCERELY HIM/ 
COVER YOUR FACE LIKE KENNY,
MOST OF THESE RAPPERS JUST FACE LIKE PENNIES/ I GOT A WHITE REDHEAD LIKE WENDY, WHILE MOST OF THESE CLIQUES LIKE ED, EDD, EDDY/ 
I HOLD THE BURNER AND BLAST TIGHT STEADY/ 
RUNNING THE FOREST I FUCKS ON JENNY/
I GOT THE WOP AND 1 EYE ON FETTY,
DONT CARE BOUT THE GUAP OR YOUR IPHONE SILLY/ 
IM CHILLING WITH DEATH LIKE BILLY IM POINTING THE BEAM AINT NO FLASHLIGHT JIMMY/ 
WATCH THESE LIL NIGGAS GET PETTY I PROMISE MY JOB IS TO EMPTY ON PLENTY/

FORMULA BITE MINE HEAVY/
I MAKE SURE HIS BLOODLINE ENDING/
I MAKE SURE MY LIMELIGHT READY FOR QUALITY FILMING THIS PUBLIC BEHEADING/ 

BITCH I CRAWLED UP FROM THAT DIRT NAP WATCH MY HANDS RUB JUST LIKE BIRDMAN I CONTROL THOSE BODIES ERMAC CANT NOBODY STOP ME HEARD THAT/ 
YALL ARE VERMIN,
THAT FANBASE A BURDEN,
THAT I KNOW FOR CERTAIN WET YO BLOCK UP FUCK A BIRDBATH/ 

MAYBE I DONT GIVE A FUCK, BOUT NOBODY BUT MYSELF, MADE TSUNAMIS AND EXCELLED NOW IM LEFT WONDERING LIKE WHAT ELSE?
CARDS THAT I BEEN DEALT,
TOP NOTCH BITCH GOT SKILLS,
FAVORITE RAPPER CANT PAY BAIL,
BUT HE COLD BLOODED CAUSE HE SAY HE GOT SCALES/

Formula (Prod. Phosphate)

lyrics:

STEP IN MY VICINITY FUCK AWAY YOUR VIRGINITY OFF THE TOP LIKE A KENNEDY DEADLY IF IM YOUR ENEMY PUSH ME/ 

I GUESS YALL NIGGAS REALLY WANNA SEE WHAT IT COULD BE, AND THE GLOCK GOT A DICK WATCH HOW IT MAKE YOU A PUSSY/ 

LOOKING OUT FOR THE TARGET I GOTTA SPOTTER YOU CAUGHT UP WITHOUT A DOLLAR INSIDE YO WALLET IM ON IT I GOT IT/

WHY THE FUCK IS YOU RUSHING ME WHILE YOUR PEOPLE ARE STALLING LOOKING RETARDED BUT THEY IN COLLEGE MY GOD ITS IRONIC/



GOT THE SPEED LIKE SONIC/

ITS WHATEVER YO GOTTI I KEEP THE PIECE LIKE GHANDI/ 

WHILE THEY TRYNNA COME FIND ME IS WHEN I CREEP UP BEHIND’EM AND WHERE MY PAIN IS CONFINED IN MY PEACE OF MIND CANT FIND IT/ 

SMOKING GAS HIGH MILEAGE/ 

NIGGAS SOFT IM SOLID/ 

DOING PRESS UPS AT THE GYM BUT YOU CANT FLEX HARD BODY/ 

THANK ME LATER MOTHERFUCKER CAUSE I AINT DONE SORRY/ 

AND I NEED IT ASAP NO BARI OR CARTI/ 

GUARANTEED I WANT THE SMOKE R.I.P BOB MARLEY/ 

CAMERAMAN GON HAVE TO FOLLOW ME IT LOOK LIKE MAURY WHEN I ENTER YOUR RESIDENTIAL IN THE HOUSE LIKE COREY/ 

ITS ALL THE SAME OLD STORY AND MATTER FACT YALL BORING ME IMMA KILL IT:

EVERY TIME I DO IT THATS ANOTHER WAVE THAT I INFLUENCE THEY GO AND PURSUE IT NOW YOUR FAVORITE RAPPER IS MY STUDENT SMART ENOUGH TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU DO IS LOOKING FOOLISH WHEN COMPARED TO ME WHICH WHY WOULD THEY I THINK ITS SO AMUSING/ 



BITCH BACK BACK WIT A ROUNDHOUSE SMOKING ON SOME SHIT THAT MAKE YOU THINK YOU WIT A LOUDMOUTH/ 

WHY I GOT THE SAUCE LIKE SAURKRAUT,

YOU NIGGAS AINT BALLIN LESS YA SNEAKERS JUST LIKE BOW WOWS/ 

ALL APART THE SYSTEM OF A DAMNED DOWN YOU GON FEEL THE BULLET FOR YOU RECOGNIZE THE DAMN SOUND/

AND I SHOOT IT LONG RANGE BROAD DAY SO IM MAKING SURE WE SEE IT PAN OUT MAN DOWN/ 



I GOT A HOBBY, 

COLLECTING BODIES,

IM SENDING THEM SHOTS AT YO SHAWTY WIT KAMI MY TOMMY GOT TIMING MY DICK LONG AS RAMEN/

SHE DO WHAT I SAY SO LIKE SIMON/ X2



Vicinity of Obscenity hook

Fukkit - Vicinity (Prod. Y$57)

lyrics:
listen
find me in a bush after kush like johnny
im getting more bread but its just lunch money
i make art like dali salvador christ, godly
cosby sweater on me cuz im lounging in the lobby
shawty mention something bout she want some molly
only thought i get is, "how this bitch still popping mollies?"
never dumbing down for anybody sorry blondies
seeming like the fashion trend infected all the zombies
you know,
how everybody dyed their hair the same color, 
same time, 
got the same watch, same chime and the same signs
got the same rhymes, same lines and the same crimes
live the same life, staying hype while the fame buys
how ironic
high all on this chronic
moving faster than the plague bubonic make'em vomit
stop it lemme switch the topic
niggas know they NOT sick
flow gon make them nauseous cause it's nonsense or not kept
figures
spotlight thickens
shine bright fitting cause my hindsight risen is the time right?
it's ticking
nigga wtf was they thinking? 
my brain just getting bigger, ego shrinking
believe
listen close how they breathe, back on they knees, right where they belong so it seems at least x4
you niggas really let this shit hold weight?
you let this shit grow in names?
you let this shit go insane?
so let the bullet hit the cranium and say some x2

aye my nigga come and slap that bitch x???

Figures (Prod. ghost/\/ghoul)

Lyrics:

I KICK MY FEET UP WITH THIS RAP SHIT,

YALL NEEDA RELAX QUICK, PATHETIC TRYNNA CHANGE WHAT YOU MEANT TO SAY LIKE AN ASTERISK/ I KEEP MY PAST BEHIND ME DONT MEAN YOU WONT GET YOUR ASSKICKED AND BITCHSMACKED LIKE YOUR DAD DID YOUR MOMMA WHEN YOU WORE PAMPERS/ 

IN A FASHION YOU’D WRESTLE WITH RATIONALE BUT THE MOMENT YOU LEFT THE HOUSE WANNA DROWN HIM IN A CANAL PUT THE PISTOL UP TO HIS MOUTH SO HE’D SHUT THE FUCK UP ALOUD FOR A MOMENT,

WISH THEY HAD FUCKING DISOWNED YOU NOW BLACKING OUT FOR A MOMENT/

GOTTA RUN FROM SUSPICION/ 

KEEN SENSES FROM HYPER-VIGILANT STRETCHED INTUITION BECAME YOUR FIRST INHIBITION/ 

IN THIS MOVIE OF LIFE YOU PROBABLY COULD NEVER AUDITION, CANT USE NO COLLEGE TUITION PREDISPOSITION IS SCRIPTED/



FEELING SO WORTHLESS BUT WORTH A MENTION NOW FOR RHYMING IN A WORLD FULL OF PAID ACTORS WIT HAND ME DOWNS THAT BEND DOWN TO YOU OTHER RAP ACTORS THAT ACT AS GATEKEEPERS FOR SHIT TO RAP ABOUT WONDER WHY NIGGAS LAUGHING NOW AT MY CRAFT/

SIT IN BACK OF MY CLASS WHILE MY CHEEKS ARE GRINNING I LAUGH AND I PAY ATTENTION HOW SAD IM MAKING YOUR LIFE IN A FLASH OF MY NEWEST LINES/ 

CONSIDER HOW I FIND TIME TO MAKE SURE THAT I UNWIND WHILE DAMAGING YOUR LUNG, SPINE, AND OTHER BODILY CONFINES/ 

AS VIOLENT AS COLUMBINE WHEN I FIND THE WORDS TO COMBINE AND MY MINDS A HIGH-RISE, A SLY GUY, UNWILLING TO COMPROMISE WHILE I SKY DIVE, 

AND NOSE BLEED DOWN THE POLL OF PUBLIC OPINION THAT I CLIMB/ 





WORD UP, WORD UP/ 

LEMME TALK MY SHIT MOTHAFUCKA/



IMMA NEED 50 FEET AT LEAST IF YOU WANT SPEAK TO ME HAVE DECENCY CANT VIBRATE AT THIS FREQUENCY YALL CHEESY LIKE A PIZZA PIECE, SMALL AS SOME AMEOBA FEET I LEAVE YO FLEET DECEASED AS SOON AS THEY STEP FOOT ON THE SHORE WE COME AND JUST SWEEP THE BEACH/ 

GON NEED A CLEAN UP IN AISLE 7/

THROW IN THE TOWEL OR GET DEVOURED RIPPED AND DISMEMBERED THEN CAST INTO EMBER/ 

CLAN ON FOOT LIKE MASTER SHREDDER WE PLANNING VENDETTA FOR VICTORY TIL ITS STUCK IN YOU LIKE A SPLINTER/

EATING LEAD PAINT CHIPS (PROD. MKULTRA)

lyrics:

Resting my foot on yo head I just conquered yo land had to slaughter yo clan now yo fans is my fans abide chain of command while you swallow them xans and embarrass yo parents
You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
I fed-ex zip-up, something mysterious
Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
Got my eyes wide shut
Smoking my blunt
You a roach like my cigarette butt
Get put out look at what you put out
You a sound cloud cutout
Calling yo hood out
Wall paper gang members thinking its good now fuck you then pull out
What am I good for
Sliding my flow in yo bitch while my wood stroke
Nigga I could tho
Nigga I'll kick a door
If its a stick em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke

Right where we left off you actin crisscross 
Scrubbing like dish wash
Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at 3 points like Chris Paul
Use your head as a kick off
This ain't no kids job
Point that shit spray at the ground til you blue in the face while you crip walk
I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
Away from the crowd cause I know it I speak like a poet I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
Beat yo ass like a favor I owe you
I know I control you 11 like ocean
Got my niggas around me we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted, like a stamp on that card you not holding arriving some time in the postal

Spotify

2. Nerves

lyrics:

Kill you where you standing, I don't think you understand it I cant stand you not gonna take that sitting down okay I'll slam ’em
Body drop like drowning pool he 17 boy stay in school
Aint' gonna make me lose my cool that fan gonna blow right out the blue

I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview
But he ain't coming back so don't be waiting for that sequel
Your bones is getting broken like that ex that made you single I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rear view
I dont care bout if this feed you watch me blade the key like Riku
I'm soaring past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover call your people get your brother
I'm aiming at yo mother if he think he slick as butter cant believe it grabbed your cousin while they dreaming under covers
Annihilate your lover
I shoot a jumper out the courthouse still gonna beat the buzzer
They never should of let me out
The cage I been in lying down
Exposing all you liars now
For what you really are deep down
Could've been this way before but chose to be this way right now
Could've been on top before but too lazy to go and take trash out
Yea 1k
Keep that shit 1k
Ball hard like 2k
Get yo face
Out my space, erase
Everything you make
Real quick, uh
Black hole yo shit
Attract yo bitch she pull close get sucked in
Damn that twit pic
She follow dick
Slip in slide her DM slip inside her she get wet
Fukkit so tech
Give me lines like he sell tech
Or shoot back like tech-9 divide by 3 right at ya neck
There's words left unsaid
Need a censor like its triple x
I triple up yo debt
Now he doubting if he better dead
I put his ass to bed
Like lil' baby while he wah wah
Cause clearly you upset
Like you verified I send a check that's pointed at yo chest
Whatchu' want wit me
Nigga whatchu' want wit me
This a Kodak moment cause we in here smoking broccoli


Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up
Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up

6. Flashbang

Bugs (ft. Sabino) [Prod. Y$57]

lyrics: 

CRITIQUE FROM THE SIDELINE,
LIVING THROUGH YOUR TIMELINE, 
SPENT 6 RACKS ON A CHAIN FOR SOME LIMELIGHT/
I AINT CO-PILOT, NIGGA YOU DONT FLY RIGHT, SNAKES ON THE PLANE CAUSE IM CLOSE TO THE SKYLINE/ 
KNOW ITS ME WHEN I WALK IN THE BAD GUY/
SCAR MY FACE UP AND SWEAR ITS A SATIRE/ 
MOM AT HOME YOU STILL CALL FROM THE LANDLINE, 
BITCH I JUST BLEW UP LIKE LANDMINE SAND FLYIN/

PUT 2 K’s IN THE FUKK YOU GET BLOODSHED, YOU AND THE TWIN AT THE TOP OF YOUR BUNKBED/
GOT ENGAGED TO MY SAWED OFF WITH CUT LEGS, 
STAND UP GUY WHEN I BLOW BACK YOUR TOUGH ACT/ 
IF ITS ISSUES THEN MEDIATE CONTACT IMMEDIATELY MAKE YOU MEET YO DRAW BACK/ 
GOT THAT SEMI ITS MAKIN FULL CONTACT CRACK UPON IMPACT NOGGIN NOT IN TACT 

WIG TURN TO SPLIT CAP BULLETS HIT ZIG ZAGS QUICK ON HIS BITCH ASS DRIP HIM THEN ZIP PAST
I DRIVE MY FIST FAST, YOU ON MY TAIL MAKE ME LAUGH CAUSE YOU DEAD LAST, MUST BE EMBARRASSED/ 
NIGGA DONT START WIT THAT,
YOU WONT BE GETTING TOO FAR WIT THAT,
FLOW NICE AND WET LIKE A WATER BED,
MAKE YOU TRIP OVER LIKE LAVA LAMP/ 
NIGGA WANT SMOKE THEN IM ALL WIT THAT/
GLOCK 17 GO TO WAR WIT THAT/
AR-15 IN MY STARTER BAG/ 
GTA 5 IM A STAR WIT THAT/ 
I PUT MY GUARD UP THEN SPAR WIT THAT BOY DO MY WORK ON MY JOB LIKE I BEEN UNEMPLOYED IF YOU THINK YOU SOME DIFFERENT THEN ODDS ARE YOU’D BORE SABOTAGE YOUR POSITION WHILE PLANTIN DECOY/ 
SCREWS ARE LOOSE SO I BOLT IN A SCURRY WHEN I SHOW MY FURY REMAINDERS MUST HURRY OUT/
CARRY OUT YOUR DESCENT LIKE ITS PARAMOUNT/
CLIMB A MOUNTAIN IN SEARCH OF MY WHEREABOUTS/ IF YOU WANT IT THEN I MIGHT JUST GIVE IT OUT/ YOU WIT 12 WANT MY INFO TO SHIP IT OUT/ SEAL YOUR LIPS WHEN I BUTT IN MY STAPLE GUN/ AVERAGE JOE HOW YOU DODGING THEM STATEMENTS HUH? ADAM 22 BY MY LAP ITS NO JUMPING CUZ/ BRING THE RUCKUS SAY UNCLE I FUCK YOU UP/ BASH HIS BRAINS WIT MY STOMP LIKE IM EDWARD NORT/ IF YOU DOUBTIN MY RULE THEN I WILL RETORT/ PUSH YOU DOWN WHEN I PULL UP AT BAT FOR SPORT/ THROW SOME B’s AT YOU END UP ON BAD REPORTS/ CALL ME DEXTER WHEN IM IN THE LABORATORY/

Decoy (Prod. Disvstxr)

LYRICS:

BITE THE CURB
OR KICK THE BUCKET
EITHER TRICK YOU PICK THAT DOES IT
IM SO HIGH I PEEK ABOVE THEM
PEEL MAN DOWN JUST LIKE AN ONION

MY CLIQUE NOT GON' STOP ME
MY CLIP NOT GON END UP STOPPING KICKBACK GOT SOME STOPPING POWER, STOCK AND ADD THAT LONGER BARREL

IN THE WAREHOUSE LIKE IM DARRYL
IN THE FIELD JUST LIKE A SCARECROW
SEE THEM BIRDS? THEY WONT COME NEAR HERE
TWITTER BOTS SEND LOTS OF FAN MAIL

STILL WITH THE HORNS, YOU CANT KILL THE GOAT
EQUIPPED WITH THORNS TO CUT AT YOUR THROAT
THATS HOW I ROSE, ITS NO FUR COAT
SEE WHAT THEY GOT IN STORE NIGGA YOU WONT BY THE TIME THAT IM DONE THEY GON KNEEL AT THE THRONE

LIVE IN A GLASS HOUSE DON'T THROW STONES BUT I SMOKE TIL IM STONED OFF MY ASS IN THE ZONE
GRAVEYARD SHIFT WHEN IM DIGGING YOUR BONES
I HAD TO GET IT I KICK IN A DOOR
TRY ME MY NIGGA WE'LL SEE HOW YOU DONT GOT A LEG TO STAND ON, HOW THE FUCK HE GON WALK?
OUTLINE THE BODY IT SMELL LIKE CHALK

YOU GOT A ISSUE, SUCK MY COCK
ALL ON YO BLOCK I JUST MIGHT MILLY ROCK
I HID THE 17 IN MY SOCK
MY FLOW SO WAVY WE JUST MIGHT DOCK

MY FLOW COKE, IT MIGHT POP
THEN THEY GON SPIN MY SHIT LIKE TOP
SPIT ON MY DICK WHEN SHE GIVE ME TOP
I GOT A LOT ON MY PLATE DONT STOP
RED ALL AROUND ME BUT STILL NO OPPS
IF YOU ASLEEP THEN YOU JUST WOKE UP
I GOTTA PEE LIKE ONE MORE CUP
SHE GOTTA PEE BUT SHE ON MY TONGUE
IM LEAVING THE FLOW LIKE GIVEN ITS SO TIGHT I GOTTA DO SOME DIFFERENT ON ALL NIGHTS
IF YOU THINK DIFFERENTLY LAUGH AT YOUR SORE SIGHT MINUS YOUR FORESIGHT THINKING YOU ALRIGHT

I GOT A PIECE NO NAMASTE
SHE WANNA HUMP ME ON WEDNESDAY
ASS IS SO PLUMPY BITE THAT CAKE
LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY AYE BA-BY WHY THEY ACT FAKE ALWAYS TRYNNA AT MY PAGE

NIGGAS WANT SMOKE BUT THEY STILL UNDERAGE
YOU GOT SOME SPOTLIGHT SPITE MY NAME
COME UP DESPITE ALL THE THINGS IN MY WAY

(HOOK)

WE BALLING AND DONT EVEN PLAY
WE BALLING SO STEP UP TO PLATE
CAME OUT RUNNING AND RIGHT OUT THE GATE
WHERE HE STAY CATCH HIS ASS WHERE HE LAY

STRAIGHTAWAY HITTING IT RIGHT WHERE IT HURTS YOU, LIKE HOW I CURSE YOU, SPIT IT THEN MURK YOU
FUCK YOU MEAN? IM IN HER GUTS LIKE BERSERK YOU!
CROSS YOU LIKE CHURCH DO! BLEED YOU THEN SEARCH YOU! 
(x2)

Peeled (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

lyrics:

HOLD THAT BAKER NO ANTWON DIXON IM SMOKING ON COOKIE INSIDE OF MY KITCHEN THAT BOY GETTING CROSSED CAUSE A GOD HAS ARISEN/
I TOOK TWO FOURS TO THE FACE AND I PISSED IT/
NUMBER ONE STUNNA IM STONED WHILE I FLIP SHIT/ 
YOU WASHED UP AND THATS WHY YOU DO DISHES/ 
I HOLD THE BEAM LIKE A SATELLITE DISH IS/
WISH ME GOOD LUCK AS I FIST ON YOUR BITCH YES IM IN THE CUT/
ALCOHOL DRIP YES/
DO IT FOR SPORT/
RAPPING AND SHIT, YEA/
SAY WHAT I WANT, AND WHAT I DID HEH/ 
YOU COULDNT DO IT, AND YOU CANT SPIT YEA/
I GOT THE FLUID, ALL IN YO BITCH HAIR/
WHO I INFLUENCED, ALL OF MY KIDS THERE/
YOU LOOKING STUPID, IM LOOKING QUICK YEA/
FLOW IS SO CHANGED UP SAID THAT I CHANGED UP WHAT IF I CHANGE UP PUSSY AINT KNOW ME SO HOW IN THE FUCK COULD YOU SAY I DONE CHANGED UP? 
NIGGAS WANT SMOKE WELL IM THROWING MY GANG UP/ 
AND IM DONE PLAYING ROUND WIT THIS BACK N FORTH/
IM BOUT TO PULL UP AND SPRAY AT THE PORCH/
BROAD DAY, YOU GET TURNED TO A CORPSE/
BROADWAY, WHEN IM UP IN THE COURT/
THE AUTO START SINGING A TUNE LIKE T PAIN/ 
LASER GO LIGHT UP THE ROOM LIKE HEAT WAVES/
CLIP HOLD 30 HE COLD LIKE FREEZE FRAME/ 
BACK ON MY WAIST LIKE KEYCHAINS/ 
I GOTTA DO WHAT I DO WITHOUT DE-LAY/
BALL SO HARD MIGHT NEED A REPLAY/ 
EATING THESE RAPPERS IT FEEL LIKE A CHEAT DAY/
KNOWING THEY SWEETER THAN CHEESE CAKE/
MUST I SAY ANYTHING ELSE THAT IMPRESS YOU? 
LINES TOO CLOSE AND YOU SCARED THEY’LL MOLEST YOU/ 
FLOW IS SO SICK IT COULD COME AND INFECT YOU/
DR. OF RAP WHEN I COME TO DISSECT YOU/
WHY DID IT I DO IT AGAIN/
CAUSE YOU STILL DOING PRETEND/
THIS IS THE START OF YOUR END/
AND IM JUST ONLY BEGINNING/ 
BUT I BEEN KNOWN FOR JUST WINNING AND NO BULLSHITTIN BUT BALL LIKE PIPPIN MY LINES ARE THE TYPE THAT ARE NOT WORTH SKIPPING YOU MIGHT LEARN SOMETHING IF YOU PAY ATTENTION/ 
WHY DID I WANNA PROTECT YOU/
I SHOULDVE BEEN MORE NEGLECTFUL/
YALL ARE JUST SO DISRESPECTFUL/
OFFER A HAND TAKING HANDFULLS/ 
WHILE IM NO PERFECT EXAMPLE/
IM STILL THE BEST IF YOU HAD ONE/
AND I GOT BARS YOU CANT HANDLE THATS WHY YOU WANT READ ALL THEM SHITS LIKE A MANUAL/ 
MAN IM JUST CHANGING THE CHANNEL/
IM FOR MY SIDE LIKE A FLANNEL/
BUT I GOT BARS TO DISMANTLE AINT NO TIME FOR PANELING SHIT LIKE AN ANALYST/

Fukkit - Baker Has A Deathwish (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

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:

CLIP LONG LIKE A DVD 
FILL MY LUNGS UP WITH THE THC
DROP THE BODY OFF-ROAD NO ATV
GIMME HEAD HOLD IT DOWN LIKE POP
FLOW CRYSTAL METH,
LYRICS PCP,
AND IM WITH JOE ROGAN ON DMT
MAKING HIT AFTER HIT LIKE THE UFC
CANON SHOTS THEN IT FLASH LIKE TMZ
TALKING MEETINGS WITH HIGHER UP ENTITIES
ALEX JONES MAN YOU NEED TO COME FOLLOW ME 
AND YO MAIN BITCH WANNA COME SWALLOW ME
SCRATCH PAPER THEN WIN LIKE THE LOTTERY
I CONTROL WHAT YOU SAY SO DONT START
LET ME PAUSE TIL IT GET TO THIS PART 
FLOW WET AND ITS NOT NOAH’s ARK
OUT FOR BLOOD WHEN I SWIM ITS A SHARK 
AND MY NIGGAS STRAIGHT SHOOT LIKE DARTS 
WATCH ME PULL HER G STRING LIKE HARPS
DEEPTHROAT THEN YOU CHOKE LIKE D’ARCE
FLOW HOT OUTTA SPACE LIKE MARS
CHOCOLATE BITCH WANNA LICK MY BARS
BUST A NUT THEN I SKRT LIKE CARS 
POCKETS FAT LIKE THEY DONT SKIP CARBS 
PLUG ME IN FOR THE FREE NO CHARGE
IM IN THIS BITCH WITNESS THIS SWIFT AS A SCISSOR KICK CUT THAT LIL ACT FOR YOU SPLIT LIKE A SNIPPET
QUIT COMING AT ME,
YOU NOT GONNA BE,
WHERE YOU WANNA BE,
YOU WANNABE ME/ 

IM LEAVING HER WET WHEN I SPRAY LIKE A SQUIRTLE
YOU TALK LIKE A PUSSY GET JUMPED LIKE A HURDLE 
IM DROPPING THEM SHELLS, FLOOR COVERED IN TURTLES,
THE MOMENT THEY FELL, WE WIPING THE BURNER/
EXIT THE VEHICLE LEAVE UNASSERTIVE I THROW THE KEYS INTO THE DRAIN BY THE CURB WHEN IM/  
DROPPING THEM SHELLS, FLOOR COVERED IN TURTLES,
THE MOMENT THEY FELL, WE WIPING THE BURNER/
WHATCHU GON SAY NOW THO? WHAT U GON SAY? 
2 9’s tucked, RETRO JACE
ya main get fucked, on first dates/

Fukkit - Doing Acid With Alex Jones (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

lyrics:

TREAT THIS SHIT LIKE A GAME GET ON MY LEVEL/
HIGH AS FUCK WHILE YOU DOWN WE DO NOT SETTLE/ 
WATCH ME COOK UP THE BARS LIKE ITS HOT METAL/
AND IM COLD YOU COULD TELL IM A COOL FELLOW/ 
DONT FORGET WHO GO UP LIKE A PULL LEVER/ 
MAKE YA BITCH GIMME BRAIN AND SHE SO CLEVER/
AND I KNOCK WIT THE BASS WHILE YOU SO TREBLE/
EAT MY DICK YOU DISGRACE HOPE ITS ALL SETTLED/ 
IN THE CHAIN OF COMMAND AND I STILL PETTLE/ 
IM A STONE AND YOU MORE LIKE A SMALL PEBBLE/ 
AND I LOVE HOW YOU MAD LIKE A SMALL FELLOW/
AND YOU GOING OUT BAD THATS ON ALL LEVELS/ 
AND I KEEP IT 100 I COULD KEEP IT GOING AND GET IN BETWEEN LIKE A MARSHMALLOW/ 
WHEN I LEAVE ITS A DROP LIKE FALL SCHEDULE/ 
WHILE I STILL MAKE IT POP LIKE A HOT KETTLE/

WHERE THEY AT,
I COME TO ATTACK,
I GET’EM ON WAX,
ITS MURDER ON TRACKS,
KNOW-IT-ALL FACTS,
NEVER NO PASS,
SMOKING ON PACKS,
AND WE ON FAST/
GIMME THAT,
UNOPENED UP PACK,
WE FILL IT WITH RACKS,
I GET IN MY BAG,
KEEP GETTING YOU BACK,
THAT QUARTERBACK SACK,
I FEEL EM OUT STAT,
IM PEELING OUT PAST/ 


AND IM STILL WIT THAT MALLET TO BASH/
IM SO FLY I JUST MIGHT HAVE TO CRASH/
IM THE SHIT LIKE YOU WIPING YA ASS/
AND IM SMOKING ON WEED LIKE GRASS/
WE DONT TOKE ON THE WEED OUT GLASS/
STOP SIPPING THE LEAN SO FAST/ 
I DONT NEED WHAT YOU NEED SO BAD/
PED’s FOR THE RAP GAME TRASH/ 

AND IM BACK WIT A MOFUCKIN ANTHEM/
BLACK BAGGING THIS SHIT LIKE RANSOM/
AND THESE RAPPERS POP UP AT RANDOM/
THEN YOU TURN TO THE FULL BLOWN FANDOM/ 
AND YOU EAT UP THAT SHIT LIKE CANDY/
AND I PROMISE YOU NIGGAS IS CANCER/ 
WITH A GRIP ON THE COLD OF MY HANDGUN/ 
WHILE I KEEP IT ON LOCK LIKE A PASSWORD/


THOUGHT I STOPPED BUT IM NOT EVEN CLOSE,
SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JOT DOWN NOTES,
CAUSE IM TEACHING YOU NIGGAS THE ROPES,
WHILE IM TUNING TECHNIQUE LIKE A COACH,
I WONT DIE LIKE A GOD DAMN ROACH,
IM SO DIRTY BUT SLICK LIKE SOAP,
I JUST KEEP ON MY GRIP TIGHT THROAT,
THEN YOU DIE WHEN I CLINCH MY CHOKE/ 


UH UH UH UH 
YA YA YA YA

FULL BLOWN MENACE, 
MY FLOW CHANGE UP/ 
YOURS DONT, I DONT CARE HOW YOU STAY GANGED UP/
CUT THROAT, THATS THE WAY I WAS RAISED THANK GOD,
FULL CULT, THATS THE FANBASE I GAINED ON THE GO/
IM THE GOAT/ 
YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I WROTE, ON GOD/ 
I DONT WANNA TALK LIKE YALL SIT FAR/
I CAME ALONE WHILE YOU STILL IN THE CAR/
SPENT TWO RACKS ON A NEW COMPUTER/
JUST TO MAKE SURE YOUR NOT ON PAR/
I SPENT THE DAY SHITFACED AT THE BAR/ 
YOU CANNOT FACE ME OR FACE GOD/
EITHER WAY, FACE ME, YOU’LL FACE ONE/
OPEN UP PHASE TWO, DONE PHASE ONE/ 
OPEN UP ONCE MORE AND JUST BE DONE/ 
I COULD JUST RIP YOU IT’D BE REAL FUN/

Fukkit - Really (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

Deadpool (Prod. Jashin)

2 Minute Freestyle (Prod. RailRepeater & Examining)

LYRICS:

YOU COULD GET TOUCHED BITCH WE NOT PLAYING TAG 
HEAD TAPS DURING TRAFFIC JAMS ON THE AVE
THINK OUT THE BOX WHILE YOU STILL ROCKIN SOME PLAID TAKING TRIPS TO THE BANK MASK OFF GET THE BAG/
YOU KNOW HOW I ROCK NOT NO FUCKIN BLACK FLAG/
IF HE SEND A SHOT, GOT THE K WIT THE MAG/
UP AND DOWN THE BLOCK, SPINNING ROUND DOING LAPS/ 
SHIT WAS ALWAYS SUNNY TIL I PULLED UP WIT THE MAC/
SHE SINGING OFF-KEY THATS CAUSE I FUCKED HER FROM THE BACK/ 
NIGGAS SAD THEY LOST, SO I TOLD EM GET A MAP/ 
STOPPED IN YO TRACKS SEND THAT SHIT BACK TO THE TRASH/
POP OFF YO CAP LIKE A SNAPPLE THATS A FACT/ 
NIGGAS REALLY WACK, I DONT MIND STATIN THAT/
I BEEN BOUT MY BUSINESS BUT I KICK IT WIT THE SLACKS CHECK MY BANK ACCOUNT ITS DIGITS WHILE I SIT AT HOME RELAXED
MY FLOW TIGHT LIKE A FITTED WIT THE TEE SHIRT PRINT TO MATCH 
THE FLOW COULD START A FIRE YALL AINT REALLY BEEN A MATCH/ 
NEVER GETTIN PAST, RANDY MOSS WIT THE CATCH/ 
IM BREATHING IN THE GAS AINT BEEN WETTING UP A RAG DROPPING BOMBS LIKE IRAQ AND MY KUSH AFGHANISTAN/ 
HEAT UP LIKE A PAN
TOLD MY FANS DONT BE A STAN
GOT THE PRODUCT WIT THE PLAN
ALL DETAILING WHERE WE STAND
KEPT IT A THOUSAND LIKE A GRAND
NIPPLE RINGS ON MY HAND
SHE GON BLOW ME LIKE A FAN 
NOT THE BEST I EVER HAD/ 
IF I FUCK ONCE, I DONT GOTTA FUCK AGAIN/
SEND HER TO THE CAB, DONT COME BACK WITHOUT A FRIEND/ 
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, IM ONLY HERE TO MEET MY ENDS/
YOU CAN TAKE MY SHIRT, GO HEAD AND SUCK ME OUT THE PANTS/ 
I BEEN SMOKIN GREEN, LIKE SOME LEAN, LIKE SOME PLANTS, CELERY, COLLARD GREENS, COPPIN P’S FOR A SNACK/
ON HER CHEST, WHERE I REST, TRUE INDEED, THATS A RACK/ 
BITCH I MIGHT BLEED YOU IF I SEE YOU THATS A STACK/

(HOOK)

Toe Tags & Broken Skulls (Prod. ZCR)

pain is a treat for me
It's hard to fix something if it won't stay together

Fukkit

Taz & Xavier