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CA$PR X SCRIPTZ - BITCH I BEEN THE $HIT [PROD. CA$PR]

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TUNDRA

mothafucka come and test
meet yo fate yo final rest
hollow tips into yo chest
light em up I'm never pressed
roll around and talk yo shit
you envious of me
run your luck against my temper
send ya runnin hide and seek
crack you with my piece
I call this little bitch my cop stopper
break your fuckin jaw
like its an ever lasting gobstopper
crushin up the scene
like junkies with their prescriptions
powder burnin holes in backs of brains
like its a fuckin burner
grimy mothafuckas keepin close
but never pull the trigger
always lacked the nuts to pull the mission
talk about a stang
blowin up yo fuckin face
its comin back like boomarangs
slidin thru yo block
its tundra with the fuckin metal fangs 
adam with the blammer
clickin it back you fuckin banished
creepin up wiping up evidence
zip it up mane your body fuckin vanish
it's the moment you think that your safe
the copper gon rip
bustas think they coolin
now the blood gonna drip

ADAM THE SHINOBI

Sliding Down the city
make another move and profit mane
this is how we move in the south
what you knocking
Grab my heater off the dresser
and then I’m moving out the whip
count ya blessings
cuz I’m steady on a hustle in this biz (mane)
Chopping up these bustas
put they head inside the coffin
popping with my 45
there goes another sucka dropping
Burning rubbers hitting 90
as I’m spinning down the street
creeping seeking for that paper
and then I leave yo knees weak
187 211 put this thang up to ya dome
tell me how you wanna drop
when I’m kill you with this chrome
Leaving out the corner store
and with a pocket full of folds
mane you wanna lil sum
I can get you for the low
Hanging steady with the vatos
as I sit and I sip
looking heavy toss and turning
better load my clip
Tundra creeping with the mask
got the pump how to rip
southern stunna on the mic mane
you know how we get (yuh)

TEST YA LUCK (FT. ADAM THE SHINOBI)

balaclava rock
with a glock on my hip
let it rip
spill the blood
take a sip
like im vlad
off the shits
Im the shadow creepin
from the fuckin meadow
wet my blade
watch me fade
like the rain
lucid like a dream and now
its just a nightmare
reach out in the dark
and feel the muzzle
yeah Im right there
feel the black breath
down the back of your neck
meet ya with a cold stare
watch the fire flare
then it flickers
with a whimper
get to diggin
bet you wish you couldve hit me
with the fuckin blicky
Im too quick you couldnt catch me
now the blood is sticky
searchin for my targets
and I never was too picky
go on run your mouth
I catch you mothafuckas slippin
"tell me why,
tell me why,
whats the reason for the crime?"
when you lookin for a problem
get ready to fuckin solve it
I dont play no fuckin games
and now Im rockin with revolver
call me arthur morgan
I dont fuck with feds
I duck and fuckin pop em

BALACLAVA ROCK

Once your parents are gone 
That is that
But if you’re all you have 
Keep pushin past 
Know your worth 
Your worth more than that

I don’t need no pats on the back
Like a quarterback 
I’m pretty much the only one besides my mom
Who’s had my back
In the past I’ve definitely felt defeated 
Even though I get requests 
From people that want me feated 
It’s been a feat trying to get over my mind
That’s feinin 
Droppin to the
floor 
dry heaving 

It ain’t mind easing 
To feel floored by these people 
That are eavesdropping 
people dripped out in their condescending nature like it’s condensation 
Contemplating 

My problem isn’t insincerity it’s insecurity 
What my eyes have seen 
I wouldn’t wish-on anybody 
My brain is not pow wow
It’s a mad house

MAD HOUSE (Prod. DUMBCHILD)

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scriptz helped with the artwork thanks to that guy. yeah scriptz 

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PALE SHOUT
-IM ARRIVING FROM THE ETHER
GOT THE CHARACTERS IN NEEDLE
DMT IT INTRAVENUS 
TRIPPIN out
-LIKE IM ON the fuckin VENUS
And the sentinel is central hell, watching me suffer for my evil
This a prison not a sequence
Simulation shit is  pretense 
I man it up and im so beautiful
Never on that meek-shit
Strong and battle-full, ready to fight with a katana blade etch my name  make em in branded skulls
Ima never miss em with my neener,  maniacal
Call me scriptz bitch, im in a whip, writing with whip, ima make em all weep
Saddened like hasbeens, husbands, ant-men, we're more than these hu-mans needin alladin
makin a wish, this djinni beckons for my name he calls me scriptz 
Im a lip it up and become a devil, dust is lookin like a sinch
In my mirror rear view now, pavement smooth as gothic bitch 
Waking with capital, have it all, happening - this shit is happening rising becoming like him
Satan or a djinn, it's all the same shit we're just letting it all in...
breathing out the fuckin shit that we have usurped from a harlequin

HYSTERICAL DEATH SENTENCE (PROD. UNHOLYFIELD)

Last one before Christmas probably, happy holidays everyone

FILL MY CUP WITH DOUBLE LUCK, IM DRINKIN UP
30 ccs of the cloverfields with the snow white doves 
fits like glove, and I'm unendable
Try me you'll end up as ember stone
Napalm right? to end her through
My words are an pendulum
SWING SWING SWING SWING
SWING SWING 
My words are an pendulum
SWING SWING SWING SWING
SWING SWING 
...

SWING HIS BACK LIKE A BAT IM HOLDIN 50 RACKS 
BASH IT ON HIS HEAD THE silly MONEY MAKES HIM LAUGH
HES A DEVIL HES MY FRIEND ANd now DHE'S SITTIN IN THE BACk
OF a BLACK MAYBACH, SIPPIN COGNIAC WITH GAT
SHOOTIN ENEMIES OF ME, OF MATTER FACT 
Im just a MEDICAL, A blankin  PSYCHE THAT HE'S LEAVIN IN HIS TRACk
DJINNI WITH SOME SLACK, HE'S USURPING UP MY TRASH
TURNING IT INTO GOLD IMBUEING Os RIGHT ON THOSE FLOWS WE SLASH 
yeah scriptz

CICLE PENTGRAMS, HIDING ON THE GRAM, IM A DIFFERENT MAN, MUSIC FOR MY FANS, step in DIRE PLAN
Becoming more than a mouth full great facts are now what im sayin' 
Nah I mean what Im thinkin though this is just some art
Inside a work of art that we're treatin like a narc
Shoot it dead, destroy the planet, burn down that fuckin arch
Jesus aint cryin no mo, cuz his cross has turned to bark....
It's an ark
cycle endin in the senate with a conch
they each have message for the fucked problems that we caused

INCARNATION (PROD. HOCII808)

ELEGANCE IS ON MY TATs

TITS ARE OUT RIGHT ON MY SACK

IM FLICKIN BACK, GRANDMA TV ON THE STAT

MY PAYMENT LACKS, IM MAKING BARELY - EYES ARE ON THAT BEVERLY ->

EYES ARE CROSSIN  DAMSEL IN DISTRESS, BUT IM A SCARY G

MARRY ME, OH GOD I NEED YOU ON MY MATRESS, MISTRESS WITH WHIPPED-OUT BLACK LASHES

ON HER LIMBO BENDIN BACKSA, BDSMIN LIKE ACTRESS

I hit the hattrick

women are clackin aand Cluckin spit up on my cock

my h eight is honored by a god

Ima demi stricken hot

Im gone

Cut the devil let him out like fuckin megaphone

Im etchin in some cemetery shoot em in the zone

Trippin on whats necessarily packed up in the bong 

Making medical on mind Im feeling like im wrong

But im not

Im like a riff played under clock

Timing impeccable raps are so succulent palpable

scalpel go into yo buck, get buck, step  buck

Eleven steps from heaven I made it to cliff top of bodies I papped

Im making a mockery of all the fuckery, know you want nan of me but Im your god

IM GONE (PROD. SOUL)

Out the Mud!

moneymakinbastard (Remix)

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