tsin2

Prod. @yungmuppy

LYRICS:
hook: 
lil bitch pipe down 
i ain’t gon take shit  
if you keep talking end up a patient
please be quiet
dont make a statement 
we gon riot, death of a nation
rest in piss 
fuck Ronald Reagan
terrorist outta the basement
y’all wanna fuck w me  shit is so blatant 
Im violent impatient 

Bridge:
really wanna burn shit, cut shit, break shit, fuck shit
proceed to the scene with caution 
hate shit when you got no options
make shit  brains off toxins 

you ain’t got money the man gonna auction 
new grip cause the place been rotten 
what’s a pig to a long range carbon
pull up my boot straps I’m gonna stomp shit 

Verse: 

we like the  weeds in the concrete 
we like to shoot at police 
we just aim at there white sheets 
panic and crises 
upping the crime rate like it’s the 90s
upping the crime rate filling the pit with guerllias 
we started speaking , they wanna kill us
cigarettes stains, empty syringes
die for a wage , kill for the riches

kidnap, ransom, break shit , Samson
fuck pigs, bust back, kill shit and sum

phone tap feds on
take shit rents gone 
hit licks fight back
take shit withdrawn 

~Hook again~
~Bridge again~

outro:
hit em in the street 
them sirens ranging 
they go they go they go they go

Rest In Piss Prod. Muppy

heh
ehehe

Lyrics:
twin glocks
double drops
don't run
less it the cops
fuck ops
smoke darts
till charcoal in my heart
turn my
life into dice
i slice till poltergeist
die divide into sky
then fight the fucking light      

twin glocks
double drops
don't run
less it the cops
fuck ops
smoke darts
till charcoal in my heart
turn my
life into dice
i slice till poltergeist
die divide into sky
then fight the fucking light    

in the two seater
with a repeater

your girl want me 
she be over like a visa

an im no reaper
i gotta feed her

dick her down 
then i gone stuff her like burrita

mamacita
you give me fever
too hot
have to fuck her on the beamer

drink a litre
smoking reafer
holy fuck the way she drop
might be a keeper

i'ma runnit 
gettin top in my adidas

if you fronting
you'll get shot up like it fifa

carpet fresh
but you bet i'll call the cleaners

he pray to god
I turned that bitch to a beleiver

twin glocks
double drops
don't run
less it the cops
fuck ops
smoke darts
till charcoal in my heart
turn my
life into dice
i slice till poltergeist
die divide into sky
then fight the fucking light    

twin glocks
double drops
don't run
less it the cops
fuck ops
smoke darts
till charcoal in my heart
turn my
life into dice
i slice till poltergeist
die divide into sky
then fight the fucking light

Poltergeist

Poltergeist (prod. Shneaky)

HOPSCOTCH! (feat. Kamiyada+)

MOBBS RADICAL- WHACK(PROD. ³³MARROW)

Written / Performed by @blckbrds, @salivagrey
Produced by Zepelin
Engineered by @lilsherm187

HYPNAGOGIA (w/ Saliva Grey)

MOBBS RADICAL- CAMP HOLLOW(PROD. ALYCE)

written / performed by @blckbrds, @tumaggz
prod. @skellyjellypdx
engineered by tuMaggz

FRICTION (w/ tuMaggz)

written / performed by @blckbrds and outsiderX
produced by @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz and outsiderX

GYOZA (w/ outsiderX)

written & performed by @blckbrds & @gullyspit
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz & @gullyspit
cover by Blckbrd

LAWN w/ Gullyspit

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by @zepelinbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

Video Dir. @Ty.Psd Out Now

ATLAS

MOBBS RADICAL- GHOSTS OF FUKUSHIMA(PROD. JON LOC)

MUSIC VIDEO

Prompto - Genesis (Prod. Shneaky)

Written / Performed by @blckbrds, @j_mattson
Produced @zepelinbeats
Engineered by @tuMaggz

KAFH RADIO 38.74 (w/ JMattson)

Prod. @rottt10 and @yunglxrd


fuck with the syllables follow my lips
run on your principles call you a bitch
I am the pinnacle you are the niche
your shit is fictional mine is legit
shalowgrave shit to my bottomless pit
there is no cut when I've finnished my bit
I just keep rolling while you wanna quit
just like a amateur suck and you spit
fire and brimstonee it's ending with ash
cinder and coal will be all that is left
I have no soul tear my heart out my chest
devil can't buy what is ice with no flesh
every dimension I'm in full of stress
demented and mental my motives possessed
obsessed with the substances forced down my neck
mind left to die so my body can rest

kill what I fuck
and I fuck what I kill

there is no reason for questioning
silence is deafening
death feels me beckoning
nothing is threatening
nothing worth mentioning
psycho developing
empathy lessening
I am released
mind off the leash
all of my angels and demons deceased
sheeh sheeh
holing my peace 
finding release
these is no censorship left when I speak 

kill what I fuck and I fuck what I kill 
I'm a cannibal baby an animal
mabye some sort of irational radical terrorist burning the world with my grammar
I've had it i'm in 
fuck it I'm out
fuck with the meanings take off with the clout
fuck your religion I fill you with doubt 
words out my mouth kick your morals about


fuck what you stand for
fuck are you living your life for
fuck you need all of your bread for
fuck do you fuck with your head for
fuck are you fighting your wars for
fuck are you willing to die for
fuck are you fucking with me for
fuck do you think  this will be for

I'm indescribably fucking mechanically fucking manically tearing you up
fuck your depression and fuck your anxiety fuck every reason you suck

I'm in your room I'm in your art
I'm in your tunes I'm in your heart
I am the reason you live and the reason you die I'm the reason your stop and you start

one for the road one for cold
one for the story that never gets told
one for the lies that you've always been told
one for the demons that live in your soul

I am above I am beyond
I am contained in feelings long gone
I am forced to be reckoned with smith with no weaponry dropping your jaw and I'm gone

No Control (prod. ROT10 x Muneylxrd)

IWannaBitchLikeDillionHarper (prod. Azrael)

Modelo (feat. 83HADES) (Prod. tyler creed)

Prod. & Mixed By
@33marrow

Artwork By
https://www.instagram.com/gloomrot.bc/

Lyrics:

You love me
Alright
I love you

Fly me to fly me to 
Fly me to the moon I’ll dance among the stars 
Fly me to fly me to 
Fly me to the moon I’ll dance among the stars 

Can I fly you to the moon
Can we play among the stars
I’ve been thinking of you lately 
Took control over my heart
You say that you needed space 
Atmosphere was in my arms
When I look up at your face 
The reflection shows the scars 
So I’ll fly you to the moon 
Where we float among the stars
Darkest ocean ever known
But the lights come from a far 
I wish this would never end
I’ve been trying to pretend 
Somethings wrong and it’s within
The reflection seems to win 

Why’d you leave me 
Why’d I say no
Sometimes our mistakes
Open up our souls 
Really lost myself
Yet I didn’t know
All these thoughts all these marks really took a toll and 

Somethin been buggin me but I won’t say it
I’ve got a tendency, feeling so vacant
All of these memories being adjacent
You were the one I shoved in the pavement 

I Pushed you away by hating my self 
Feeling so strange don’t know how it felt
Thought I was good but faltered my health
It wasn’t you I was stuck in my cell

Fly me to fly me to 
Fly me to the moon I’ll dance among the stars 
Fly me to fly me to 
Fly me to the moon I’ll dance among the stars 

You need to forgive yourself
I Can’t

Can I fly you to the moon
can we play among the stars
I’ve been thinking of you lately 
Took control over my heart
You say that you needed space 
atmosphere was in my arms
When I look up at your face 
The reflection shows the scars 
so I’ll fly you to the moon 
Where we float among the stars
Darkest ocean ever known
But the lights come from a far 
I wish this would never end
I’ve been trying to pretend 
Somethings wrong and it’s within
The reflection seems to win

Scargazer (Prod. ³³marrow)

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

Delirium (feat. gizmo)(Prod. pxlsdead)

No god damn i'm tryna vibe.

Lyrics:
text back
no way
fuck that
cold case
blacked out
black coup
black shoes
no face
blessed up 
ok
pressed down
no change
tap out
said who
we blew
cobain

step out
no lace
i leave
no trace
no scene
no crime
stay high
always

test me
i test back
blunt feed
no contact
see shit
be shit
elite shit
you rugrats

bitty got a bad lil waist
give her my kids to taste
break her back bitch concave
run it back got no save
fuck it up can't behave
come in up got me strange
reckon it appear that way
record dont fear no fate
i might get it done one day
but i might be dug one day
6ft foot grave 


bitch i gotta cut the weed
and up the speed
then shave my head
like mr clean
im fuckin up

gotta get a
a cup bleach
i fucking reak
i fucking fiend
i need a bullet
where i breathe
let it cut 
my teeth

numb to the blade
what the fuck you mean

i dont need a k 
i need my gut to bleed

drink all my pay
where the celler be

smokin cellery like

trash kid 
trash kid
where's yo come up
where's yo clique

bad shit 
bad shit
that gone come up
to you bitch
snap you like elastic
drop you like a mattress
fuckin up my canvas
get up out the planet

trash kid 
trash kid
where's yo come up
where's yo clique

bad shit 
bad shit
that gone come up
to you bitch
fuck you acting tragic
dissapear like magic
powder got me laughin
all i see is static

UH

text back
no way
fuck that
cold case
blacked out
black coup
black shoes
no face
blessed up
ok
pressed down
no change
tap out
said who
we blew
cobain

tsin2

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