Prod. YCK

Snort a fucking line crush em up with ID’s
Bitch I’m waiting in my fortress you can come and find me
Frame the innocent a sentence we will fall to perjury
Pop a vessel pulverize em send em to the infirmary

When I show up imma make your fucking blood clot
Standing frozen I’m the chosen one sending gunshots 
Through your home through your dome gripping on the fucking chrome
And I’ll be probing better yet toting all the bullets that I load

Creeping I’m keeping the weapon you’ll never be beating me
Trauma be coming repeatedly
Tomb and a dungeon the devil be greeting me
Skin is now burning and charred up unevenly

You never focus you never fathom 
All the weight your words will carry hope they send me to the stratum 
You wouldn’t get it you can’t imagine
Sipping blood what the fuck imma turn it to a habit
Do you even feel remorse and see the ones who had to die
For the sins you don’t repent these wings of wax we made our plight

Lungs cave blood stains 
Fuck pain fuck pain
Dug graves flood gates
One way one way

Prepackage propaganda send an explosive bag
A couple of bodies do what they taught me there’s another toe to tag
Danger to strangers I’m the adversary breaking all the laws
Looking around I savor the moment for the damage that I caused

Fuck to all the corporation funding allocation
Talking heads they stay resigning at the sign of allegations
I can see you’re tryna run I think you owe me dividends
You pay me out I take your head or legs I guess it just depends

Your throne of this complacency has made you wild and blind
Bitch I’mma tear em apart when they making me mad don’t bother telling twice 
I’m so fucking sick and tired of all these pussy fake woke
Generation Z’s I hate to see you’re grinding still broke

Handing over kidneys better yet I’ll take the liver
Harvest all the parts I need and then I’ll dump em in the river
There ain’t reception make no exceptions I’mma target who I please 
Stuck in dejection future discretion I’ll be waiting in the trees

Lungs cave blood stains 
Fuck pain fuck pain
Dug graves flood gates
One way one way

Plague

Wither

iamjakehill - Phobetor

Prod. YCK, feat. soap. @soaped

Yeah you know what it is so be stepping aside
I haven’t really gave a fuck if I be dead or alive
So bite the bullet trigger pulling seek the end or beginning
Depends on how you’re looking at it until then I’ll be sinning
Descended in the portal no more juice in the flask
No use depending on the mortals ain’t the easiest task
I’m overzealous I’m heretical meeting an archangel
Viewing it from the heavens the humans that aren’t grateful
Taking the filth that we’re cleansing blood in we bathe I’m popping a benzo
Ridding myself of depression by taking my place inside of a deadzone
Need no coffin burials to soak the debris
These ceremonial rituals practiced down to a T
Lost track of the demons out of Pandora’s Box
Road into redemption coming after or not
I got the chains up on my flesh I’m in a liminal space
To rip the veins up out my chest look how we’ve fallen from grace

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Okay I’m taking the face from you when i walk in the room
Ain’t never debating, it ain’t on you why you act like a tool
I broke the data bank and it showing where you log in and move
IP address and now I’m next them existential ensue
And if I said it’s soon know I ain’t waiting for nothing
I been evading the public cause I ain’t faking  
And fuck it
It's all in my DNA there’s something keeping me from reduction
It doesn’t appeal to me the sucking up to deal with the funding
Won’t ever front for buck and won’t ever run for a bill
I’m at the front of the shuttle punching the blunt and a shill
evacuate em out the way I’m an
immaculate mill
I Turn em up into the dust when they in front of us, still
I don’t know what the fuck assumption that you held in your head
But really the fact is I ain’t running from nobody or dread
I face it every single morning when I wake in this mess
And I been breaking it's rebuttal since I frame my distress
Yuh

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Heretic

Icarus (feat. soap.)

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DRIPPING RED

Prod. YCK

Trapped and I caught you bluffing
Don’t know what it is I’m huffing
Ain’t coming down there from it
Got the drill so I filled up my stomach
Slip then I slide when I siphon from the gas tank
Dip when I ride living life in the fast lane

Resurrected the last thing I heard is you fled
From the wreckage that you made you’d rather flee instead
Tried averting but you could only run so far
‘Fore the cobra caught up dried em out so scarred
Dropped that shit for the trust fund kids
Bitch I’m the one who done it if someone did
From a city where nobody want no one to be great
In these visions I don’t make it want to die it’s innate
Sail to the straits the Aegean Sea
Now I’m trailed to the center like it’s TMZ
To these motherfuckers they claiming who is an icon
I don’t give a damn about a list they got their eyes on
State of oblivion in scanning the meridian
Something controversial made they’re bringing the committee in
10 to 1 quota moving so I’ll be below the
Surface giving me a minute to explain the words I wrote up

Trapped and I caught you bluffing
Don’t know what it is I’m huffing
Ain’t coming down there from it
Got the drill so I filled up my stomach
Slip then I slide when I siphon from the gas tank
Dip when I ride living life in the fast lane

Faith in it’s sacred the bastions of hell
For the credence and creed disinfect and expel
Pure and then it’s vile
Making it easy reject and defile
But do not revise look who denies
Sanctity’s mangled the lord of the flies
Exorcised do not expect to rise
Up to the heavens mistakes ain’t been rectified
Convertibles here then be brought to infernos
You’re bringing the shackles but I don’t deserve those
What’s the mean of measuring particular volition
Does it warrant any punishment or warrant an excision
See the reaper coming as a fucking repercussion
I don’t ever sleep or nothing gotta keep the meter running
Say what have I done to be engulfed up in the flames
Got the stake in the carotid need the cult to be contained

Trapped and I caught you bluffing
Don’t know what it is I’m huffing
Ain’t coming down there from it
Got the drill so I filled up my stomach
Slip then I slide when I siphon from the gas tank
Dip when I ride living life in the fast lane

Fast Lane

[VAGUE]

You’ll know when I rise to the 6
Grabbin that knife and I’ll cut yo bitch
I’ll put you in a fucken ditch
Just listen
All that fucken talk is toxic
Holdin all your homies pockets
You don’t want the beef so homie stop it
Don’t wanna dig your grave, just drop it
Go home
Grab your gun and cock it
The reaper waiting by your fucken rottin corpse
Blood and flesh has stained the floor
But you said you that you wanted war
Thought I’d never find out
I’ll cut your fucken eyes out
Bein a bitch in the back
With a call out
Doesn’t matter what you say
Cause we all gettin paid
You once had clout but it all gone fade now
I’m stayin heartless in the mind just to play
All that talk you can’t relate
Just take a walk
You can’t complain
There’s a lot im leavin out
A lot of doubt you given out
So fuck your feelings
Here and now
We’re sick of dealin with these Clowns

[T.R.I.P.]

Pussy mothafucka wanna talk about our numbers
But we know that you the one who be hiding undercovers
Bitch boy
Better watch your mothafuckin mouth
When I pull up with a stick
Bouta take a nigga out
You lookin like typical mothafucka
That’s lookin for a handout
Shit there’s bouta be a man down 
Mama should’ve told you to never run your mothafuckin mouth
Now she gotta see you laying in a ditch now
You don’t wanna start no beef with me
You trying act hard, bitch boy you sweet 
You know what they say, that talk is cheap 
Depressed ass drunk boy trying to reach 
Watch yo fuckin mouth and your damn tone
Until we in person
Until then keep on suckin that dick
And keep on fuckin lurkin hoe
Mossberg pump to the chest
And I don’t give a fuck if i’m making a mess 
Lost in dark while I’m choppin up bodies
I do this shit blindly
The devils impressed 
Better think twice who you fuck with 
I can see through you posers you nothing 
Got your shitty name written on my black list 
If you wanna step up
You gon find out quick
That you ain’t shit

Life (feat. Faceless 1-7)

Venfex

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