Murder Some Rednecks (Prod. MurkyWater Beats)

"All the Loot' beat produced by KLASSIC at BrainStorm Beat Files!

BrainStorm Beat Files Vol.5

ALL the Loot

"Chaos" Beat produced by KLASSIC at BrainStorm Beat Files

Chaos

Horizon (Travellers Edition)

"Majestic" Beat produced by @klassic_da_don at BrainStorm Beat Files

Majestic

"Lucid" Beat produced by @klassic_da_don at BeainStorm Beat Files

Lucid

this beat is command by  Murohashi Takuya
 i just wrote to it and preformed it for fun.
i dont own the beat and i dont intend to -profit from it.

rough lyrics

x2
encapsulate your mind with soul, body deep inside, the essence of melodic vibrance
the rhythm is confinement, the words of pure heart are my lessons to bide with
find sense inside this abyss

spent to many days and way too many nights, sealed in this fabricated life, feel like nothing is alive
my minds the the only clock thats controlling time, the shadows
stand still in the night , still cant find whats real beyond the blinds
so ima lift up n burn away the shade, today we on the grind
stacking dollars high, pockets swollen so heavy i, needa forklift to offload it
such as the sense i been seeking, this loathing often sold, old soul split open then folded
not prone to break it, the silence upon lessons shown taught n given, so i froze this lift,
then chose to break the mold, drop down again, shift the pitch, make the gut twist
venomous snake hiss then spit piss, no needa make a fuss when lyrics bust, its all in good fun
times begun for the tracks chosen shunned, to hold it tight, mics a gun, rip it right, blast off..... 9 rhymes in everyone
and not every man was chose to be the shooter, they empty head jams ,legs spam like noodles,
eggs fried on Tuesday night actually we eatin ramen most nights no fights unless we take that flight
ohh the days go by the wind blows slowly by, times of the child, i strolled down this paths dawn to ever see some sort of ending?
shown? is there really ever any conclusions to hold? worlds.. drug filled with users and no love spared for clean institutions
a fatal dose took them and they never to be felt once more, nor feeling nothing themselves , dead hell, empty shells
a carcass of what once had been held, but ill keep it to myself, this shit will never sell.

x4
encapsulate your mind with soul, body deep inside, the essence of melodic vibrance
the rhythm is confinement, the words of pure heart are my lessons to bide with
find sense inside this abyss

mind soul body -- murohashi takuya -- command -- layyzz edit

Voix de Martin Sheen extraite d'Apocalypse Now

Waiting For A Mission

UNRELEASED PANGAEA SINGLE
GLOBAL STREAMING SERVICES SOON

LYRICS:

“How could you ever be proud of yourself?”
“I’ve never been prouder.”

Rolling too deep, with a pack full of muds
I got cross-eyed faded, hit her back with a buzz
Thats a 2 time grammy, when I’m under-feeling love
In a Memphis sample, chop it up, it a cut

Cuttin' mob ties, god five, separate the blood
Red veins bleed blue, does that make me ‘merica?
Cause the white bleed blue, now my soul indigo, pack the-
Purple in da pipe, now we smokin’ da indica

40oz, Johnny Dang, rolling with da contraband
Gucci umbrella, for when her tears getting out her face
Human race, the only race, where you can get a fucking stake
And stab my heart, hope insurance can cover the blood stains

Depths of this pit, just making me laugh
Got 40 psycho exes covering ‘merican maps
I’ma love when they discover the merit of facts
Memories linger like you a ghost in the past

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev' for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev' for the feds
(2x)

-

Her teeth got diamonds, mine's got chips
'fore they past that rolling blitz 
I'ma need my holy bitch
This might be my only stitch
Eyes cut wide, I see no depth 
40 acres, still no steps 
Lucifer, I need my rep
On my walls, the blood stain red-

-

As hollow as tree’s do, might see what the keef do
I’m labeled as crazy, point fingers at you too
I ain’t concerned at the plot at what she do-
Tears full of cheating, does she know that we knew?

I might go wax on the pen, off Miyagi
I am too high to accept your apology
Eyes getting glassy, I know you ain’t sorry
Dead-beat bitch, I ain’t pray to a phoney-

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
(2x)

Graveyard shift workin' 9 to a 5
I don't need percocet's, cause the weed do fine 
Perci' to perci-seconds, I feel a major high 
I've been running too long, now my spirit don't fly

I see no future, casino my mutual 
Fearing the cure and I, drink at my funeral 
Holes in they head while they eatin' their cereal 
The cross upside down, cause the feeling is mutual

-

Her teeth got diamonds, mine's got chips
'fore they past that rolling blitz 
I'ma need my holy bitch
This might be my only stitch
Eyes cut wide, I see no depth 
40 acres, still no steps 
Lucifer, I need my rep
On my walls, the blood stain red...

-

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
(2x)

ONLY ONE TIME

🅂🄿🄾🅃🄸🄵🅈

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀

iwannaknow

2:58 AM (Club Mix)

small town rap for the quiet mind. i do this for fun.
yt--------- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvtX5fyY1VFMxPPYDSnvHkA/videos

mind soul body -- murohashi takuya -- command -- layyzz edit

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