Why the beginning sound EXACTLY like fredddie Dredd 💀

Prod. yxnglyz
Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Coming up quick 
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound 
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas 
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali 
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics 
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dead
If you come incorrect 
I’ll assume you is a fed
Stay the fuck up out my circle square  you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt 
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance 
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous 
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference 
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate 
I’m a hypocrite 
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it 
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases 
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains 
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask 
Big strap hop out kicking door 
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily 
I’m black pigs shoot us happily 
White tee like my Nikes 
With a dime piece
Smoking two 
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti 
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci

Vice

Lyrics:

WE AINT THE SAME BITCH 
FUCK UP OUT THE WAY I CAME TO FLIP THE MECCA
ALL UP WITH THE FLAMES I BEEN INSANE LIKE WHY THE FUCK YOU JEALOUS 
THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU AINT BEEN TELLIN
PUSSIES GETTIN SEVERED I AINT BUYIN WHAT YOU SELLIN ALL THAT

CURSES IN MY NECK
SIXTY LEGIONS ON MY BACK
PUSHIN POSION BY APPOINTMENT 
KEEP IT TOXIC FOR THE FLACK
LET IT FESTER FOR MY ANCIENTS
FIFTY CHAPTERS ON THE TRACK
I AINT REALLY GOTTA SAY IT 
BUT YOU KNOW YOUR SHIT IS TRASH

WE GETTIN FUCKED UP NO BOUNDARIES KNOWIN DEATH CANT EVER TOUCH ME
ALL THAT LOUD SHIT SOUND LIKE SILENCE CUZ THEM BOYS AINT EVER BUCKIN
OH YOU VICIOUS WITH THAT BITCHIN TALK THAT SHIT 
LIKE YOU GOT RUCKUS
I GOT FIGURES DOIN SWITCHUPS IN THE DISTANCE YOU AINT NOTHIN

IM ON THAT RIVERSIDE SHIT
PULL UP ON A BITCH
TELL HER POP THE SCRIPT 
IM TAKIN TWO THEN FLIP THE REST

DRAGON BLACK SCALE FIT
SPUN OUT IMA A MESS
THIRTY THREE RIPPIN 
MOVIN RECKLESS LIKE A JET

HUNNID FOILS IN THE BOX I MAKE A BOAT OF REYNOLDS WRAP
TAKE A KNIFE TO MAKE A POINT BUT AINT NO CUT UP IN MY PACK
I LET IT SLIDE DRIP SLICK DOWN THE METAL INTO GLASS
IM NEVER RUNNIN OUT A SHIT I SCRAPE THE STRAW TO MAKE IT LAST

SHADOWS GETTIN THICKER NOW I HEAR EM FASHO 
I FELT EM PUSHIN ON MY SHOULDER PUT MY HEAD TO THE FLOOR
THEY SHOWIN THEY FUCKED UP FACES FROM TURNIN THAT WET UP IN THE ROSE
IM TAKIN A DOSE DESECRATED SO I CAN SEE ANOTHER GHOST

I GOT THE THRONE MUHFUCKA
CALL ME ZETA DON DADA
I SET ABLAZE TO THE FLOW 
AND SPIT IT OUT LIKE ITS WATER
WE DROPPIN BOMBS
NAPALM BACKIN MY ROSTER
DONT TRY TO MIMIC HOW IM MOVIN
YOU CANT HANDLE THAT POSTURE

WE AINT THE SAME BITCH
DEATH CANT EVER TOUCH ME
GOT THE THRONE MUHFUCKA
FLIP THE FLI FLI FLIP THE MECCA FASHO
PULL UP ON A BITCH
YOU AINT BUCKIN SLICK
SILENCE WITH THAT BITCHIN
THI THI THI THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT
WE KNOW YOU SELLIN ALL THAT TRASH

MORDAX

MORDAX (prod. LELXX)

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MY CITADEL RACKED UP NO BACK UP ITS JUS ME N REVY ROCKIN SHIT
ROLLIN OFF THE DIRT IM UP TO LONG LIKE I DONT NEED A BED
HOLLA AT MY DEMONS HEARIN SOMEONE CALLIN BACK THE WIND
PARANORMAL VICES IM THAT PHANTOM WITH A SILVER WRIST

LEG SWOLLEN 
FLUID POURIN 
POTIONS GOT MY SHIT IN MOTION 
HEAVENS METHOD 
KEEP MY WEAPON 
FUCK THAT BITCH I LEARNED MY LESSON
HOT SHOT JUNKIE I AINT GOT NO TIME FOR FUCKIN FEELINS
HONOR ON MY BUSINESS IMA PUSH THAT PRESSURE TO THE LIMIT

DO OR DIE
IM BONA FIDE
KEEP THEM RECORDS HIGH
BREAKIN BINDS
CUTTIN TIES
ONLY STAIN TO RISE
KEEP ON RUNNIN JUGS SMOKIN BLOOD PLAYIN WITH THE KNIFE
CANT STAND NEXT TO US FUCK YOU THOUGHT BETTER RECOGNIZE

ELEGANCE ON MY GLORY IM VEXIN UP TACTICS FLAWLESS
THE WAY I KICK IT IS PERFECT COMPARE MY SHIT UP TO PROPHETS
ITS THAT REVEREND FOR THE MENACE MOVIN WICKED WITH MY MOTIVE
TAKE A PAGE AND LET IT FESTER PASSIN DOPE TO MY REFLECTION

IM THAT BAD ADDICT IM NOT BAD AT IT I GOT BAD HABITS 
REAL STATIC GETTIN REAL RAGGED YOU JUST REAL AVERAGE
FOLD MAGGOT MORTUARY LAVISH BODIES TURN TO ASHES
NAUSEOUS OFF OF THAT COFFIN POPPIN GRAB THE SHOVEL IM SICK OF TALKIN

NINETY FOUR TONE AND MY BASE DIVINE
HUNNID BODIES IN THE PACK DROP AN EIGHT IN THE SLIDE
SIX BLADES ROLLIN FACE BITCH IM PAINTED TONIGHT
KEEPIN THAT POLISH IN MY POCKET OUT THE GUTTER DEIFIED

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MFA

RACKS (prod. REQUIEM CULT)

ROBBERY x reap x purge!

WHAT'S UP

Sofast x Undead Ronin - What's Up!

tear the moon out from the sky
the spectral cloak it separates
deny my reality
the only thought eviscerate
I dont need connections
if anything they just complicate 
passing through the void
I need some air my weapons ventilate
gorge your empty bellies on gallons of rotten fruit
getting sicker by the minute
you're too weak to pull the roots
empathy is not my game
I scrape you from the bottom of my boot
listen to my voice
I pull the hammer point the glock and shoot
watch the cars go by
call em shooting stars
buried under maple leaves my childhood
a thousand scars
mask up so I could just get away
and now I contemplate
do I even have a face
I might as well just dissipate
standing closer to the edge
I think Im on my precipice
blood soaked rags
hanging from my bones they resinous
hit the switch and let it blow
I wanna set a precedence
wear the mask a martyr
and I set off on my exodus
not the same person
that you thought I was in 2018
grew a little older
a little colder
down to brass tacks
where the stash at
didnt wanna flash that
but we passed that
built up for the combat
did you find it funny?
aint it kind of funny?
did you find it funny?
Ima catch you laughing

I Keep My Face Guarded

LINED UP w/ slmdnk

Ok this is the last one for a bit

Etch scriptz red right into the stud
Feelin necromorphic I'm like death without the love 
Tripped up brain, sanity is deranged 
Ima cut three mohfuckin blue veins 
And Im different, born without the kinship
I'm singing with the devil
breathing out some slicky sin hymns
yeah I'm him him, demi-urge with an urge to break my limits
Marionette my soul, know ill kill u from the beginning
Yeah, yeah
scriptz...
Capital by the hope indebted heaps
Dragging up my dreams with my 1 thousand-stepped feet 
Ill defeat, all these pre-Madonna fuck boi enemies 
Several MIA corpses dragged horseman down the street
oh I'm me, shimmy shankin fools with psychonality 
Im gonna mac a tool, take his toolie and his fuckin beach 
Im like a beat - cosmic answer with hysterical sophistry 
the senate sent me with an AK and a blade to call my keeps  
Making an answer days, 7th ring-hell is in a daze
We're comin compatible with plays
Under-underground fame 
Saying what we want in speech bleach what we uphave  
from the mud and the shadows, rick-jaw grudge, down the strate
I'm creepin down the stairs up on ya with a ink blot flame
Writing scriptz into the stud,
Branding pale horse with my name
I never maim what I ride
Another horseman out his lane
on a white steed dont trust me we're light-ly insane

ROBBERY x reap x purge!

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