produced by : VEXD & nightrdd

Lyrics:

I was born in the dark 
Blood stains something of art 
I was laying there in the garden 
Son of a god 
Wrists clean , no sleeves - I was pure of the heart
But big G gave no meaning 
Should’ve known from the start

If the first time they didn’t feel it 
I’ll run it back for these bitches 
The bullet hole hears all 
But by then I’ve made my decision 
Made my incision 
Yuh I wasn’t kidding 
But they never listen 
You can talk to the Smithen 🔫

Boom when I pass em 
Known and bombastic 
Doom is the Latin boy that’s combatin you 
-Tin you 

I heard love is a cancer 
Pretty red dancer 
And smite were the men that live for that answer too 

I was born in the dark 
Blood stained all of the walls 
They was praying to god 
Horns pierced out of my skull 
Nurses screams shot down the hall 
They knew what I was 
- worse what I would become 
A bat winged gargoyle waiting for the moon to go down and the sun to come out so I could see what I’ve done 
And any who are holy will all know I’m the one 
I’m the bastard son 
See me and blast, your done 
I’m wrapped in hell fire 
Blinding light grab your glasses hun 
Imma leave the world FACE DOWN 
Help my people break out 
Can’t catch a case 
How they gonna keep my demon ass down? 

Boom when I pass em 
Known and bombastic 
Doom is the Latin boy that’s combatin you

I heard love is a cancer 
Pretty red dancer 
And smite were the men that live for that answer too

born in the dark

I KNOW A PLACE [PROD. UNKWNSHI + VEXD]

Lyrics:

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests 
I'm moving lethal i'm never no less
I ain't got a PC just specs on the tec
Ain't sayin you won't make it but boy it's a - stretchhh
Like i'm stretchin your flesh 
Fuck bout no money I want my respect 
I'm pressing this piece to his head make a mess 
Could call me Paul Walker , i'm fast as it gets

One down lay dead 
We get down like that
Said i'm gon rain fire 
When I tote my fire 
Watch how my glock hi-top skin fades -
This beam his face 
Girl i'm riding round whats the location 
Pull up with the drive by leave his home vacant 
Boy you know that you could die bout this money i'm making 
All this muhfuckin paper
Chasing
Horns pierce the skin on my head call me Satan 
Say that I ain't bout it at this point you hatin
Scythe with the hoodie they know that I'm takin yo

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests uh 
Like insects, best watch where they step 
Incense, want smoke , cigarette 
Infected and i'm seeing red
You will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 

Pest
 
Pest

PEST

NIKKO - PEST (prod. Kiraw)

feat. @fenrirprod and prod. by @akvri

lyrics:

FUCKING UP THE OUTCOME AND I'M STILL COMING IN FIRST
FUCK ALL THE NOISE IMMA PUT EM IN HERSE
HUMAN OR A BEAST, THE HOLY BLADE WILL MAKE IT WORSE
SHOOTING OFF HIS NECK ALL THESE HUNTERS FUCKING CURSED 

THE LAMPS OF THE NIGHT, PUT SOME LIGHT IN MY SOUL
WHY DO WE GOTTA KILL IF WE ALWAYS WANT SOME MORE
RISE FROM THE GRAVE IMMA SHOOT EM WITH THE K
7.62 BULLETS IN ITS FUCKING FACE 

I WATCH THE BODIES STACK THE NIGHT, WHEN I’M STUCK IN A DREAM
OVER AND OVER I DIE AND WONDER WHAT IT MEANS
STUCK BETWEEN WHAT WAS AND WHAT THE FUCK IT COULD’VE BEEN
CUTTING UP THE FLESH AND WONDER WHAT MORE COULD I BRING 

R1 SLASH SLASH, ION NEED NO DASH
EVEN IN THE CHURCH, THE FIRE OF THE PAPER THEY’LL CRASH
FUCK WE TAKIN OUT THE TRASH CROW 
STOMPIN ON THEIR FACE TILL THEIR HEAD BLOW 

DRESSED UP LIKE A FUCKIN CROW, WITH EVERY ECHO, NEED SOME MORE
CAUSE IMMA SHOW THESE FUCKIN PUSSIES STH THEY AIN’T SEEN BEFORE
THEY WANT ME DEAD AND FUCKING GONE, IMMA MAKE THEM ALL REMEMBER 
THAT NO MATTER WHAT I DO THEY'LL NEVER GET ME TO SURRENDER

CAUSE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP ON RUNNIN ON THEY FUCKIN MOUTH
I DONT TAKE NONE THE ADVICE, KILL THE PREY, WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?
UP IN THE CATHEDRAL TRYNA FIND MY WAY TO SANITY
BUT I BEGIN TO REALIZE IT WILL COST ME MY HUMANITY

BREAKING THEIR NECK FEEL MY BLOODLUST 
FILLING SOME VIALS ITS WHAT THE BLOOD COST
FILL MY VEINS WITH THE GODS AND THEIR AURAS 
THE OATH OF THE DAMNED AS THEY DEPLORE US 

HUNG FROM GALLOWS LET THE SHADOWS COME 
A CITY CLOAKING MADNESS AND AN ORPHAN 
SPITTING IN THE FACE OF THE SCHOLARS 
THE BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS GOT NO COLORS

lyric video

- HOLY BLADE X FENRIR //prod. AKVRI

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
wide eyes sewn shut
i wanna hear you give up
I wanna hear you take it 
far below the plastic 
sewage in containment
hounddog on a leash
by the heel ever patient 
end up as a patient
a column a digit a statement 
nip tucked for engagement 
island of Moreau 
made you a beast for that payment 
broken on the pavement 
car alarm ringing from a
single cell connect that’s a sleeper cell agent 

Chorus:
No love get down
this a fucking state of war 
hell hounds on the ground
In your guts, eat more
Love and Rigor Mortus
Use me like a whore
Squeal City bitch
We gon' eat you off the floor
x2


Verse 2:
they calling OSHA
we ain’t working with no safeties 
tight around the hip
we getting fit like it’s the eighties 
Push illegal pieces
like the UN into Haiti
she wanna have my kids
won’t stop swallowing my babies 
hear that fork scraping up pollution 
soundtrack for the execution 
I don’t want to hear you statement
I’m a fucking badge grabber and I love my occupation
I know they can’t hide
I’m an IED WHEN IM INSIDE IT
what you see been fabricated
what i gotta do to get assassinated?

wide eyes sewn shut
i wanna hear you

Chorus:
No love get down
this a fucking state of war 
hell hounds on the ground
In your guts, eat more
Love and Rigor Mortus
Use me like a whore
Squeal City bitch
We gon' eat you off the floor
x2

SQUEAL CITY

LOVE AND RIGOR MORTUS

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I got no time for this 
y’all  better fucking move 
unless y’all really wanna die for this 
no question I got better shit to do
than rot in hell 
leave a message at the tone
then go kill your fucking self 

walking body bag like oogie must be Halloween
the blade made you an animal 
extension made you sub machine 
attention all I need
im getting blown like I’m stationed
All anybody wants is a 
shout out or a statement 

Bridge:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 

Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

Verse 2:
got no creation 
everything you spit I said before 
big scary man
but in the dms you a fucking whore
everyday another rung up on that ladder 
I promise at the top is a noose around the rafter 

alright alight alright  I get it 
I’ll stop hating 
I’ll focus on my passion
talking war against the nation
no industry gon plant me
IM PURE INDOTRINATION 
a gun inside my mouth 
so I can kill my occupation 

Bridge 2:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 
 
Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

WATCHLIST CERTIFIED

prod. mercykill

(fear. Spectacle of fearsome acts.
That’s what’s reserves the order of things, fear.)

Bitch I'm in my head
Bitch I'm in my element (I’m in my, I’m in my)
Bitch I'm in my head (bitch I, bitch I’m in my head)
Bitch I'm in my element

Its like fuck that shit you said hoe
Dancing with my guns, cut him down dual wield like Rambo
5.56 to the temple leave em' limp quick, on my kinfolk
I might throatfuck your nympho
Tie your boss to a chair, rip his nails off for the info
On the whereabouts where that bag at
Need more money, im a drug addict
Got some old money and some bad habits 
In the woods where I use to chase rabbits
I'm fucked up on the ropes
No backing out, cant choke
Gripping all on that pole, woah
Blastin' all at y'all foes

Bitch I'm in my head (huh, huh)
Bitch I'm in my element (I’m in my, I’m in my)
Bitch I'm in my head (bitch I, bitch I’m in my head)
Bitch I'm in my element

Used to pull up pockets full of locked phones
Tell me how much do you got for em'?
All yo homies would you even ride for em'?
Would you kill a foolie tryna take his soul?
With the bros got you fucking acting bold
Now you bound to fold 
When you on your own and you up the pole and blow it
Now he missin in a pool a blood and you the only witness
Did you have you kill him, really I dont know
Like fuck it bro, whats done is done
Time to go, they ain't see the whip so we can ride in slow
I don't feel shit, you can call me cold

rat bastard!

prod. by justdan
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics
Play the field, the grass is greener on the other side
Take these pills until I feel another high 
Till I feel like another guy 
Until I feel a nice subtle rise in heat like it’s summertime 
Working double time
There’s never enough of time 
Not enough buffer to protect my stubborn pride 
Summarize this misery with supple lines 
Made from the cloth of my troubled thoughts, but it’s cut and dried 
Still greasy like it’s southern fried 
I settled on a style that some despise like undercover guys 
Money’s the truth, but that’s also where the trouble lies 
Tunneling trials and struggles high as the sunrise on summer skies 
Something lies beneath the styles they speak 
It’s been a while, I’ve been too weak to peak my head into the room to see what everyone’s been up to 
Look in the mirror, it’s hard to trust you 
Look at this clearer when I’m less puzzled 
When I measure out your love, it feels like I got hustled 

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

If loves the water in the sea, your smile is the rain 
Then I will scream out your name before I drown in the waves 
I’ve been down and out for days, while I’ve been counting on the ways, I could fall back on fantasies and find a new escape 
Or buy a new estate 
Provide a future fate with pride and strength 
In a house of fire, there’s no time to ruminate  
Another summer, I spent concerned my comfort would spiral into a term of contempt 
Under these terms, I resent my birth, this earth and the stench of herbals 
They drenched in oils or boiled in kettles to quench 
Settle the score with a rage I hide in my spirit that may arise in these lyrics 
I raise the lines to appear that I may survive
Had a close shave with the naked eyes 
Ashamed my hope was razor thin, so I just wasted time 
Assume that I’ll get revenge at a later time 
Light shimmers on cynics in a state of mind that stays confined 
Illuminating Satan’s eyes 
Maybe I’m lazy 
Maybe crazy, but life made me this way 
My brain is hazy in a matrix and a range of dismay 
I may long for the day I find love, but the longer it takes 
I stray away till I’m beyond being saved 
So, with this spark that lights this life 
Sometimes I feels it glows so bright that it excites and put me into fight or flight mode
Hold this mic like knives to protect me against the tight rope 
Bury all my bones and watch the dirt birth a new bright rose

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ADORE, LØVERBOY

Prod. Bruxism

Lemmie tell you bout this kid had a nice PC,
He would buy allot of shit off the internet see,
Ordered coke from the dark web, but he got phished,
Now his Bitcoin missing and he feeling real pissed,
Let me tell you bout this old man with and old car,
Took his wallet to the grave with em didn't get far,
Yeah they left em in the bathroom left em on the floor,
Every pimps gotta eat and wrist was a score,
Let me tell you bout this robo-walker he was fourteen,
Dropping class everyday just to go and sip lean,
Now he out here chasing dragons, if you know what I mean,
Upgraded to the white, now he dancing with the fiends,
Let me tell you bout my plugs plug, he was born to spit,
But had a drip habit and a burner on his hip,
Yeah he said he was legit, but he couldn't shake the opps,
Now his body stone cold and his ride in the shop,

You could fuck around end up on the news,
Got the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha gonna try whatcha gonna do,
Are you down to ride down to get loose?
We could fuck around end up on the news,
Get the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha  wanna try whatcha wanna do,
Are you here to ride here to get loose?

Let me tell you who the beneficiary really is,
Showed up crying at the bank with his two kids,
Only greed could explain what the man went and did,
Understand they was there to shop, he was there to bip,
Let me tell you bout this housewife, ate a couple percs,
Then she tried drive stick to the function after work,
Went and left a couple bodies at the scene,
Then she cried in the courtroom, somehow left clean,
Lemmie tell you bout this little piggie, he was kinda mean,
He would always start yelling when he'd pull up at the scene,
One day at a traffic stop, got a little mad,
Mag dumped on a man and he never took the stand,
Let me tell you bout this box cutter trick, that I heard,
Get two blades slip a coin between, paint a red shirt,
Break it up and go and flush it, if the cops come and knock,
Tell you em you don't know shit but you sorry for the loss,

You could fuck around end up on the news,
Got the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha gonna try whatcha gonna do,
Are you down to ride down to get loose?
We could fuck around end up on the news,
Get the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha  wanna try whatcha wanna do,
Are you here to ride here to get loose?

On The News

nAvvvi & Lord Distortion
prod. james gorczyca

self_serving_succubus (ft. citrate)

prod. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

On The News

BRUXISM

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