Tiesto, Odd Mob, Goodboys - Won't Be Possible (Sak Noel Remix)

Pulse Underground

Unknown Album

ED #1

BAPE FT J. PABLO

A Crime

LOWLIFE:
Comin up outta my fuckin grave
Makin your bitch my fucking slave
Talkin shit ya bitchboy, try talkin to the edge of my blade 
As I'm losing sanity faster, I'm no longer my own master
I know I promised you my heart, but I cast that shit in plaster
Watch it fall and shatter like your grandma's favourite platter 
If I said that it don't matter, will you think I'm mad just like the Hatter?
I think that you look stunning when your makeup is a wreck
Just like I'd look better with a noose around my neck
Been slipping from reality, can't keep myself in check
Walking into the darkness where all my demons beck
Lowlife kid in high fashion
Losing hope but never passion
Feed you bars like daily rations
Moves calculated, you're button mashin
You can't match my words, can't jock my style 
Bitch I'ma be on the top for little awhile
Watch my words flow like the River Nile
Lyrics so sick, you gonna think I'm fucking vile

Suicidal ideation,
watching a falling nation.
My mind is like a static station,
any thoughts like NASCAR racing.
Quickly falling apart at the seams.
Thoughtlooping and stomach squeams.
But I can't just stop these shitty dreams,
with constant and consistent themes.
Death, love, and accidents.
I know my life is blasphemous.
I've always been so actionless,
I'm sorry I'm such a fucking mess. 
I used to have a little hope
and once had all these dreams.
Now I see those words
and don't know what they mean.

ISIAH THE PROPHET:
Tell the opposition line up ima shooter I don’t need no starting line  up  Precision like I just put a laser on my  ruger watch how I maneuver hit you in your medulla With this nine  I’m sharp like a chef with a knife line you up like a barber smoking weed I’m  a Rasta I be chilling with the robbers turn you into red sauce no carrababas suits on like a mobster got her screaming he’s a  monster  t shirts with your face on it sorry for your loss bruh rocks in my socks in my pocket was a glock tucked girls stay flirting with me aww shucks Richey rich with the big bucks you want your chick back good luck she text me later saying  that was a good fuxk listen up buttercup  punchlines hit harder then Tyson’s uppercuts spit the razor out and you get your uppercut you  softer then Tyson chicken nuggets wine glass upscale upper class hope the feeling last brain blast car fast tires skirt gunshots or  fireworks  wired shirt betrayal hurts talk in code lock and load I can see your bluff will you fold I  can turn your vans into red bottoms if it’s beef we can turn this bitch into a Red Robbins

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