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A compilation of songs recorded under HEAVY SINS from 2014 to 2018. Presented in chronological order.

Ajin

Lyrics
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I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown 
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts,
from the misters  tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
so they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire higher sound
Yeah!
But I dont want you to have a piece of that 
I fuckin hate you you god damn bitch boi you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a sliver from the whole damn sweetness side
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right 
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error 
Born in red under night at 30:10 nursey carer 
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer 
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon 
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you 
For handsome sure he was a mark on world that seems so black to who? you!
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punsishable or bait per  phishable 
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack 
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz

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HARVEST MOON (PROD. DUMBCHILD)

D C R ON THE SET
WERE STAININ WALL WITH THE GAT
GIVE YOU FUCKIN TETNIS WITH THE RUSTY SHELLS LOADED FOR RANCID
PUSH INTO BACK AND GIVE INTO FACT
WERE THE UNDERGROUND KINGPINS WITH THE MATTE BLACK GLOCK FOR YO TOP
BLOWIN IT OFF IS OUR ATTACK
WATCH ME CAPITAL BURN
WHEN WE RISE UP WE WILL LEARN 
HOW TO SPIN GLOBE WITH THE TURN
GLOBAL BITCHES WITH THE VINYL WITCHES
KICKING IT BACK WITH BLUNTS AND STICHES
SNICHES ON OUR BACK BUT THEY'RE IN THE DITCHES 
IM SO WICKED NOW ILL LICK IT CLOSE THAT CUT AND FLICK IT
ENRICH MYSELF WITH PAIN - SUMMON AN OPP NOW THIS IS THE GAME 
CAN UP THE BERRY - GROW OP FOR MARY - MAKIN THAT CARTEL THAT'S SO SCARY DAMN 
MAID IS COUNTIN MONEY BY THE MOTHERFUCKIN PAPERED PLANES
STICKIN IT UP FOR THE PICKUP TRUCK - WE"LL BRING IT ON THE
LANE SIWTCH - BANE BITCH - IN THE BACK WITH BLAINE TRICK
NOW PICK A CARD, JOKER IS FAR - BUT YOU'RE ON OUR SANE NICHE 
COMIN AN ARMY WITH ALL THE DARK PHARMIES NOW MEDICATED FOR THE MASSES ARE FOR ME
KINGSHIP WILL SAW ME IN HALF WITH THE KAMI - GODDESS IS ON ME FUCKING ON MY BODY
ETCH SCRIPTZ INTO THE SKULL - FLIP VOID IS NOW SO NULL
VOID UNLEASH NOW WE'LL DO CULL, SOIL UP ALL OF THE SKAGGED UP THRALLS
WET A FUCKIN SKULL THE WITH THE WEIGHT DOWN PO
WET A MESSAGE IM A FAT MAN PO
DUKE NUKEM WITH A REASON GET BLOW
COCAINE THE MASSES DRUGGED UP AND BESTOWED 
YEAH SCRIPTZ

YOUTUBE

BLOODSTAINED KAMI (PROD. K4STET x SLEEPY BEAUTY)

OVERPOWER PROD ANTI

ROLLIN

Act Up (Ft. $werve, Jupiluxe, Undagroundmane & STAKILLAZ)

GET BUCK! (feat. TEDDY SLUGZ) [Prod. CLOUDYMANE]

ICE CON PIMP (PROD. THAIBEATS)

power mothafucka
pushin thru the nervous system
overload and I will blow your mind up with this wisdom
electric mothafucka
got them corpses dancin
bones are jumpin
triple six the voltage
and I fry the game like nothin
listen to my fuckin words
Ill lay it out its easy
tundra on the hunt
and every day is open season
I will never stop my grind
I could not find a reason
high key its killin you to keep up
so just take a breath

talkin bout the death of the game
its fuckin insane
started with the same chains
now I own my own lane
never owed it to the lames
I made my own flame
step up to the base
take you out the frame mane

MY OWN FLAME

CASH KILLA

TUNDRA TO OMEGA

all these bitches mad
when tundra walk up in the room
cause they stacked their fuckin chips
and now they know they bout to lose
screamin semper fi
when Im rippin fuckin wide
chokin like a popeye biscuit
why you wanna risk it
for this for this moment
its yo life
choose yo path
but it just might entertwine with mine
Im packin lethal weapons
whatcha buyin
whatcha sellin
like a merchant
bout to lay you down a hurtin
better turn it down a notch
moves are sweet as butterscotch
we puttin in that light work
light work
like you sleepin off a perc
clean up like a laundromat
like that alley with the cracks
catch you frontin
cannot let you rat or somethin
thats too bad
gotta put you in a bag
mane this game was just a drag 

tundra to omega
with the saiga
not the genesis
I whip you with the blast
face gone
nothin lasts
body left up in the past dimension
floating faster then you reckoned
tundra beckons
holding weapons

OMEGA

creep up in yo fuckin crib
Im masked up with the drip
why you lookin like you shakin
with that pistol grip
mothafucka came face to face
with the boogeyman
fire flashin in my eyes
you know its in the plan
pull the trigger back and make
these mothafuckas scramble
hopin that this lead wont hit you
mane you really wanna gamble
odds are built up right against you
when you steppin with the vandal
now you got your coffin
surrounded by the vigil
of burning candles
wicked wiccan rituals
I hit you with that black magic
cannot purge it with the sage
I lock you up inside my dungeon
creepin through the catacombs
I call this place my home
my pistol plated with the chrome
these ancient tomes of curses
are my verses
rusted blades are out to play
go ahead and try to pray
when I swing that shit you know
your soul will fuckin fade away
frostbite mane
not a stranger to the pain
just inflicting damage that I gathered
from my trip to darker fathoms

WICKED RITUALS

Produced By Berniemaceleven
Cover Art By Berniemaceleven

https://soundcloud.com/yvncc

BERNIEMACELEVEN & YVNCC - LIMEWIRE (PROD. BM11)

LYRICS:

[CA$PR]

I DONT NEED A JOB I DONT NEED NO BITCH
I HATE EVERYBODY SO IM GETTING RICH
IF SHE SUCK MY DICK SHE TURN INTO A WITCH
FILL THAT PUSSY UP AND GET SOME DEVIL KIDS

IN HER PURSE I RAMBLE 
ON HER HEAD I TRAMPLE
MIGHT JUST RIP A WIG AND PUT IT ON THE MANTLE
BRAND THESE BITCHES LIKE SOME CATTLE
GOT ME LAUGHIN LIKE A JACKAL
TIME TO MEET YOUR FATE HOE
PUPPETERING SHADOWS WHILE YOU BLEED OUT CALL ME PLATO

I CAN HARDLY BREATH I GOT A BLIZZARD IN MY NAZAL
FUCK A COCA-COLA I SAID BITCH GO GET MY FAYGO
I AINT GOT NO TIME FOR THOTS SO GET UP OUT MY WAY HOE
I BEEN MAKIN BANGERS CA$PR COMIN WITH THAT FUEGO

[LIL 6IXXX]

BITCH ME AND CA$PR CAME TO PARTY
PULL UP FLEXIN IN A RARI
POUR A 4 UP IN A FAYGO AND PROCEED TO PULL THE SHOTTY 
IVE BEEN DROPPING FUCKING BODIES 
6 FEET IN THEY FUCKING GRAVE 
BUT IF THESE PEOPLE WANT THE ZOMBIE
LET ME RAISE HIM FROM HIS GRAVE

BITCH ITS THAT DIRTY WATER ZOMBIE
WATCH ME RUN UP ON HIM PARTNA
THOUGHT THIS SHIT WAS FUCKIN SWEET
UNTIL HE SEEN ON THE HORIZON 
I WAS COMING IN A WHIP
WITH ALL THE WINDOWS TINTED BLACK 
WE PULLED UP LOOKIN FOR THAT BOY
JUST LIKE HE RICKY IN THE BACK 

HE CAUGHT A SHELL
WELCOME TO HELL
I AM YOUR GUIDANCE 
IM NOT WELL
BUT I SEND THAT FUCKIN BULLET FLYIN

DONT TRY AND TEST MY FUCKING PATIENCE 
IF YOU WANNA FUCKIN MAKE IT
IMMA SHOW YOU WHAT I AM 
BITCH I THE REINCARNATE SATAN 
YOU AINT GUNNA FUCKIN MAKE IT
SIT YOUR ASS BITCH WHY YOU FAKIN
EVERYBODY CALLED YOUR BLUFF
YOU DISAPPEARED SO NOW WHATS UP  

BITCH IMA GHOST ME AND CA$PR SITTING BACK HOE
WATCHING PEOPLE FUCKING PANIC THATS THE SHOW BRO
WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT IM STUCK LIKE THAT NINTENDO
I WANNA BULLET IN MY HEAD FROM A BAD HOE
COCK IT BACK AIM IT SLOW I WANNA FEEL HOE 
JUST PULL THE TRIGGER LET IT GO
THATS THE END HOE

CA$PR X LIL 6IXXX - I HATE EVERYBODY [PROD. CA$PR]

FIRST OF 3 EVIL PIMP TRACKS TO BE RELEASED

VISTI LXH HVRM HERE:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VO0Jo6Rqtfg

CA$PR X EVIL PIMP - THE FACELESS MEN [PROD. CA$PR][LXW HVRM EXCLUSIVE]

NECROPOLIS (prod. ELECTROCUTION SOLUTION)

BERNIEMACELEVEN & $IXFOOTSLIM - DEAD WITH YOUR EYES OPEN (PROD. BM11)

Lyrics:

Ride or we die 
Ride or we die
It’s an eye for eye 
Pussyboy you know the vibes
Ride or we die
Ride or we die
It’s an eye for eye 
Pussyboy you know the vibes

If you want smoke let me know cos I’m pulling up with the block
Two in front seat, four in the back seat, strapped and we ready to fight
Boy gon feel this fire
Choppa spit like lava
Evil like a villain driftin round ya fuckin corner
Original to my death bitch yeah I put that my soul
Anomalistic you cannot copy my muhfucking flow
Born a lone wolf, came into the world solo
Everything I fucking got 
Bitch I got it by my own
GYUH
Its okay, I’m feeling good, I’m feeling great 
In the zone, it’s a new wave, I set the pace 
By the way
I dont need nobody but me
I call the shots so pussyboy stay in your lane
How much dough
Can young DAEGHO make 
If I go and break the bank 
Boy!
Probably like enough pesos
To cop a bezel you can’t afford
Boy!
Look at this wrist watch
Uh uh
Bitch that swiss watch 
Uh uh
You could never wear that
You could never touch that
You could never get that 
Uh uh
I feel no pain at all 
Subliminal criminal
My ice is so cold that it should be illegal
Stop tryna fuck with my flow 
You’ll never be young DAEGHO
You fucking with my Irmāos 
We’ll take your soul

Ride or we die 
Ride or we die
It’s an eye for eye 
Pussyboy you know the vibes
Ride or we die
Ride or we die
It’s an eye for eye 
Pussyboy you know the vibes

Its okay, I’m feeling good I’m feeling great 
In the zone, it’s a new wave, I set the pace 
By the way
I dont need nobody but me
I call the shots so pussyboy stay in yo lane

Eye 4 an Eye

▶️ LYRIC VIDEO

Eye 4 an Eye 👁 Prod. NGXT👁

BADKIDMIZU x 99ZED x JAKE OHM - FLASH FIRE

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Lyrics:

Break a bitch in half 
And leave em begging me for mercy
Imma grab the fuckin wakizashi
drag it cross yo face
Make you pray 
To yo god
Never gon know what the fuck happened mane
Spitting on the graves of lames
Who fucked with me bitch
You cannot be saved
The lord of death has brought the pain
Magick Kultist leave you slain 
On the ground in a pool of brain
You compare yourself to me
My fucking shits have got more talent
You won’t ever make it trick
I’m boutta headline while you suckin dick

Squawking like a slut
You ain’t nothing bitch you suck
Magick motherfuckers lurking in the dark
We spill the blood
We boutta stab you in the gut 
Wanna test yo fuckin luck
Get a blunt edged weapon 
Struck upside yo fucking cranium 
Count to ten you see my face
Mirror mirror make you fade
Choke you out with fiber wire 
Agent 47 plays 
Raising hell on earth again
These demons screaming in my brain
Demons taking over me I might just go insane

I play the game
You wanna frame me
Make you die from fucking pain
I’m the evil spirit
Shinigami Oni from yo dream
Keeping the blade on my side
Tanto fastened to my chest
Samurai Kabuto on my head 
I’m boutta make you piss yo self
I walk up in yo crib
Make you bleed and take a sip
Undead Ronin got no pulse
So I can’t motherfucking die
I creep in the shadows of the street light
Instigate a fucking fight
Rip your soul out of yo body
Toss you down your soul is mine

You a mortal
I’m immortal
Godlike when I summon portals 
Kill my rivals
Win the battles
Bandage wrapped around my knuckles 
Sick in the head
Like I’m a fucking lunatic 
Wanna step up to the psycho
Imma spray the automatic
Toxic tendencies 
I’m living with these voices
Call that memories
Guarantee you busta bitches
Dying in my fantasies 
I grip the grip
And pistol whip like 6 the Shmitt 
I’m boutta leave you down in the hole mane
Leave yo family with shame 

You a bitch 
I’m a deity compared to you bustas
I bring the Phonk and burn a junt
I’m talking buildings burn em down
To the ground till you can’t see around
We slanging bullets at the crowds
Till no ones left to be found
We boutta shut that shit down
Bring the ruckus when you drown
You got that club you claiming’s hard 
But bitch it’s full of fucking clowns
Take a step back bitch
Let the real rappers through
Keep on chirping with yo shit
But just know I am taking the crown

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