prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
swing my knife
won’t miss, i’ll clip you
psilocybin tip my pistols
i like knives and sticks and missiles
hoe, won’t kiss you
what’s your issue?
bet this blade go through your tissue
or this k gon put some in you
pull that four out
i’ma show out
make a stain bet they won’t miss you

i inspired the eclipse
i got fire in my clip
razor wire on my fence
so, if they climb it, they might rip
ay, why the fuck he looking bummy

i might crack em, do em scummy
double back, i scrub them tracks up
call for backup, they aint coming

ay, why you running, motherfucker?
grab my pump, it fuck his guts up
hunt to get my funds up
boy, this gun buck like no other

hit him with that thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
put him in a hearse and we making that boy dirt
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed

i swing my knife
won’t miss, i’ll clip you
psilocybin tip my pistols
i like knives and sticks and missiles
hoe, won’t kiss you
what’s your..?
bet this blade go through your tissue
or this k gon put some in you
pull that four out
i’ma show out
make a stain bet they won’t miss you

i inspired the eclipse

i got fire in my clip
razor wire on my fence
so, if they climb it, they might rip
ay, why the fuck he looking bummy
i might crack em, do em scummy
double back, i scrub them tracks up
call for backup, they aint coming

hit him with that thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
..thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
..thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
put him in a hearse and we making that boy dirt
..hearse and we making that boy dirt
..hearse and we making that boy dirt
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed
i swing my..

goblin teeth

Still. Feel. The Lights.

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i dont need another reason 
i give foes a hunnid beatings 
buss the door, i pop the lock 
i got em running, hunting season 
i unload a hunnid rounds 
and dont you duck thats fuckin treason 
clutchin on my 40 cal 
i got them guns 
they’d love to meet ya

i just hit em w another mag 
jumping off the helipad 
c4 set to detonate 
profit, i need all of that
closet fulla body bags 
bedroom fulla ghosts 
lighter fluid in my coffee 
spreading blood all on my toast

and i get sickness from the lights 
hanging like the bats do 
killing all the mice 
splattered on my tattoos 
reach and i might stab you 
promise im a psycho 
dont even need a mask to
i do it w my eyes closed 

im a long haired nigga that aint never going broke, huh
all hail rezzy, im prophetic w the pole, huh 
dawg, get ready, put ya head inside this rope
i leave em all red, bloody
get him separate from his soul

suspicious trenchcoat

Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoManson 
prod. Michael Link
Lyrics:

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

Let’s get it dirty in these streets 
I don’t get my hands bloody 
Cuddy do it all for me 
Master manipulator, I sold water to the sea
And reading glasses to the blind (eye)
I don’t force them to do it I just put it in they minds 
That’s why I sit up on this seat 
Kick my feet up on this throne 
Bro… how the fuck am I supposed to stack up all these bones if I don’t run into they homes 
Yuh, i know where you live! 
Who the fuck said what? 
And who do I need dig a ditch? 
Put smoke into the sky 
Leak gas into your crib 
Nah, matter fact … mask off I want em know who doin it 
On full attack 
They running back and I will still be shootin 
A sociopath ion feel nothing for yeah 
And I can see your path already boy 
You ain’t going nowhere 
I fucking love when they look hopeless 
I’ll kill you broad day in the open 
Open you wound and put the salt in 
I really wish that I was jokin 
Open my mouth and put a soap in it yuh
They wanting clout 
I’m wanting skulls pushed back 
Baby girl I ain’t fuckin if you ain’t got no class
Cause I’m elegant with it 
Dick like an elephant trunk and I’ll put it onto you bitches
Even my pen got a switch it could 
Reconstruct you or fuck you up 
But honestly wouldn’t do that cause I don’t give no fucks about you 
And if I did it would be over cause…

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

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Walkin like a gangsta imma walk up on yo block and say hello
If he talkin crazy when Im waving he gon have to go
And he really shakin you been fakin everything you own
You a nothing but a motha fucka that gon end up gone

Jump up out the whip I gotta go I got the piece and feelin low
If he talkin smack I find the hoe and let the 50 go
Spin the block like Im the principal i sent the bummy home
Take his head off in a second and take one more to go ghost

You a goofy do not step to me, I’m a deity
Ain’t nobody see the best in me, In the reckoning
You a toothless who would smile at me, if you had the teeth
Actin foolish you got half a plate and no shoe at your feet
Ive been lost I’ve been smoking lots, fell in love with nonsense
God I don’t see no god ain’t nobody watching
Frost on my finger lock leave that nigga frozen
Grasp on the brink of life can get grasp the concept

Cannot feel a feeling all im FeeLing is your finicking 
I don’t got a problem you the problem I am amazing
I’ve been feeling solemn in my sorrow it’s a fading ring
I don’t need to rest I need the rest of time to feel a thing

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

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lyrics 

tell em where to find the function 
bitch i got bags of the za
hundred round dick 
i give it to your broad 
tell em where to find the function 
bitch i get bands thru the walls
fine shyyt always aiming for the draws 
tell em where to find the function 
2x

that’s alotta cheese on my doorstep 
i came up from the jets 
so i toast that 
baby want to link up 
sippin on dark wit some good za 
ezrah made the slap so it go hard 

now we at rooftop 
garments from alo and essentials 
pretty girls love to give me besos 
yeah i’m from the westcoast 
show em how to breakdown a punk rock 
drop a little ism no i won’t stop 

 i like to stay rich 
so i run plays thru the matrix 
like my nigga neo from the spaceship 
my life not basic 
2 twin whores what i’m facing 
dick to they mouths so adjacent

vibez finna stunt up 
i show u how to ball 
cause im like that 
money love me 
so i spend that 
tell me where the drugs at 
cause i gotta buyer for the seal 
cop it low sell it high 
how i feel 

tell em where to find the function 
bitch i got bags of the za
hundred round dick 
i give it to your broad 
tell em where to find the function 
bitch i get bands thru the walls
fine shyyt always aiming for the draws 
tell em where to find the function 2x

if u boutta bag 
turn it up 
pop a bottle 
spark gas in club 
dj turn it up 
if u bout bands throw em up 
all my ladies who b dancin in the club 
tell em throw em up 
2x

tell em where to find the function 
bitch i got bags of the za
hundred round dick 
i give it to your broad 
tell em where to find the function 
bitch i get bands thru the walls
fine shyyt always aiming for the draws 
tell em where to find the function 2x

FUNCTION

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“Once Upon a Time in Ramat Gan” reimagines Ice Cube’s street chronicle through the lens of Israel’s urban underbelly — a place where concrete stories meet Mediterranean heat and West Coast flow meets Middle Eastern hustle. The track unfolds like a short film: vivid, ironic, and brutally human, where comedy and tragedy share the same block.

David channels Cube’s narrative realism with a Hebrew twist — the slang, the smoke, the cops at the door, and the quiet chaos of neighborhood life. Beneath the humor and sharp wordplay lies a deeper social portrait: broken families, lost chances, police pressure, and the absurd poetry of survival.

With cinematic detail and beats that feel straight out of South Central via Tel Aviv, “Once Upon a Time in Ramat Gan” pays homage to the golden age of gangsta rap while documenting a different kind of struggle — one born from culture clash, resilience, and the universality of life at the edge.

A street tale with a local accent — raw, real, and unforgettable.

Once upon a time in Ramat Gan

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