beat is crazy flow is crazy this song is crazy 🔥🔥

Non STOP playing this as i spin around this bitch

PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW

JMattson:
Bitch I been living life like I just do not give a shit 
It’s hard to give a mothafuck even a little bit 
With the militia mothafucker we the syndicate
Been making money moves I manifest we militants been killin shit 
I’m back in the mix like fuck it
Snap on a bitch like fuck it
Back of the whip wit a wrap and a fifth and I crash and I dip like nothin ya
These mothafuckers need to figure out that ion fuck around we getting bigger now there ain’t too many I can fuck with now a pessimist 
HHM is what I’m reppin bitch you stupid motherfuckers need to know just who you messin with beretta clip 
Fuck a goon bitch I got specialists they poppin up outside ya crib when you be least expecting it 
I’m venemous 
I got blades and I got elegance 
Leave ya in the basement with the heads that I been severin developing
Lotta anger and adrenaline 
Call yourself a king you just a bitch and you irrelevant

AK3K:
get back mothafucka 
i’m running up with the cutta 
my flow is smoother than butta 
i’ll leave em dead in the gutta
yeah i’m strapped muhfucka 
wont leave em time to rebuttal
i’m smacking em with a shovel  
a pond to a little puddle 
i just want the fucking bands 
i don’t think they understand 
now i got the fucking world 
sitting on my fucking hand 
bitch i roll with the militia 
why you thinking you the man 
when you really wanna be us 
it was never in the plan 
yeah i gotta foreign bitch 
talk dirty to me in french
she rubbing up on my pants 
then letting me fuck her face 
she told me to keep the pace 
i love when she say my name 
arise and i break the chains 
who talking down on my name 
i’m the psycho mothafucka 
throw their in the body in the trunk 
ive been a fucking one of one 
who’s throwing down with anyone 
i feel better when i’m rolling, well just of the fucking drugs 
and i don’t let nobody close 
there ain’t a soul that i can trust 

MVKO:
Thinking you compare to us you look more like a dumb bitch,
Pussies shit their pants as soon as I show them the drum clip,
I'm a fucking beast Im killin everything i touch bitch,
Hold myself nice on my 2 feet I don't need a crutch bitch, 
got a Fatal smile,
Got my whole neck wrapped in razor wire,
Bullets hit your door it shatter windows we got graceful style,
Fuck a hoe make a wife a widow burn you in the fire,
Ima skrrt off in the foreign with this money I acquired, 
Why you testing me,
You can flex all you want still aint impressing me,
Aint upsetting me,
I'm gonna go hard till i got the pigs arresting me, 
Quit pressing me,
Bitch you know that HHM the recipe, 
10 miles from the shore,
Won't stop rocking the boat,
Tie you to the fuckin anchor and watch you sink to the floor, 
Bitch im higher then everest,
Spit my shit like a reverend,
Till I hang up my letterman,
Take your head and I sever it,

6th$ithLord:
Glock on my dick 
So I walk wit a limp 
Only fuckin wit a bitch 
If she sucking off rip 
Got no love for a thotty
Just this nut on her lip 
Ima disrespectful mf 
Talk all my shit 
Got this pistol on my hip 
You know I walk with it 
Keep on running lip 
Make sure yo jaw splitting 
Got this evil on my mind 
I’m feeling toxic with it 
With the milita bitch 
We tearing down your city 

Tha Dark $aiyan:
These mf hate on us because they see we leveled up
BITCH I SAID WE GET THA BREAD 
& I SAID WE WONT LET IT UP
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS WAN TALK THAT SHIT
TIL II REALLY PULL UP AT HIS HOUSE 
NEVER GET THIS SHIT CONFUSED 
YA KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IM BOUT
I got niggas on the west coast 
I got nigggas in the south 
People always acting hard 
But they just really run they mouth 
BITCH ASS NIGGA I GO DUMB 
SHE SAY IM HOT LIKE THE SUN
^ Ain’t GOT A BITCH. BUT I GOT SOME 
I GOT THA VISION YEA  I AM THE ONE

FATAL SMILE (Ft. AK3K, MVKO, 6th$ithLord & Tha Dark $aiyan) [Prod. FALLEN]

Friends

MVKO x DOE SLURP x IAN I-CEE - STRANDED

Prod. YCK

Ready with the clutch and better back up don’t touch
I don’t want assimilating with your kind and such
Punks that have done jack shit with a life
When I made a bit of cash you wanna bitch and criticize
Half of the day sober other half not
Split it right down the middle like an equinox
Shattering a fence and go to breach the locks
I got six silver bullets in a cedar box
Fuck an institution I’ll dismantle the academy
Then infiltrate and percolate the dwelling of sweet blasphemy
Hydrocodone and promethazine
Taken to the ozone want amphetamines
Will it radiate from the radiator
Want it upfront you won’t pay me later
K2 bags mean to make you mad
Why they wanna hate me well I’ll hate you back
Both of my hands are lacerated
Made it when it’s still oversaturated

Three eyes
Open you’ll remember that
Free minds
Yielding to the tesseract
Enlightened biding my time
Frightened fighting no god

Levitate elevate my heart rate
With a bit of what I want inside of these scarred veins
On the beaten path and it seems it’s passed
But we so oppressed where the freedoms at
Hit ‘em with the contact twelve o’clock
Then enveloped in infernos melt and watch
Tyrannical animals hack em like Hannibal
Taking no prisoners blowing off mandibles
Why you scared of Lucifer bitch I’ll be making sure you meet
You’re begging for forgiveness but nah mercy ain’t occurred to me
I do not fuck with that fuck shit 
Put ‘em on blast at a function
Take a deep breath 2D no depth
And the fluid done make my lungs itch
Vertical pace indiscernible waste
I’ve been fading and lurching dispersible pain
Misused chloraseptic court reports unsorted hectic

Three eyes
Open you’ll remember that
Free minds
Yielding to the tesseract
Enlightened biding my time
Frightened fighting no god

Three Eyes

Prod. YCK

Bodies burning Uma Thurman imma gut em up like Beatrix
The heat created make a motherfucker wanna plead the fifth
Now it’s fight or flight I see how bad you wanna flee the sticks
You’re nothing but a follower afraid and you ain’t leading shit
Who is of my caliber I’ll wait for wrong answers
And what is important to you just wanna dog dancers
Say you got mob ties well I say let’s test it out
Imma cut up long lines, y’all will need an exit route
Ought to update that LinkedIn ‘stead of a link up with a bitch that don’t love you
Bought her a drink won’t let you hit and you is a chump nah that’s no W
When you not problematic better go make some fucking statements
Sliding with fools that they think on you will find they tend to act the lamest
Talking I’ll wait imma live in the torrid where too many people got something to say
Hit with a federal case and the warrant obtained you going up up and away
Born on third base nah you ain’t some kind of mastermind
Even broken clocks get it right what you make is pasteurized

Bitch bitch tryna cancel
Swipe up get handled
Back the fuck back yo
‘Fore you get dismantled
They be fiending just to kill a hoe
Fight or flight you riding with a choice to sink or swim alone

Stepped on like a doormat bitch you got expensive taste
Snatching up them floor plans peek at what it generates
Ransom for the badges in the furnace to incinerate
Ain’t pleasing any deities I’m pissing on their dinner plates
Fucking inauthentic like what’s trendy and popular
Overwhelm ya with the shells that imma send to your ocular
Hook line and sinker they riding round hitting blinkers
I’m born and raised inside the Valley wanna see middle fingers
No entertaining stayed in my lane and tried to avoid me speaking to broke
Hoes I don’t fuck with thought it was done with showing no grace and I leave em to choke
Prideful and you entitled I would say cry me a river hoe
Or keep it up with that grudge you holding I think you still bitter though
Look at em flexing racking up debt they’re popping like an artery
Ain’t a concern you’re waiting your turn to eat but we got ours to feed
Niner niner where’s the finer things you seek you can’t afford em
Turn that gutter music off you repping imma die of boredom

Bitch bitch tryna cancel
Swipe up get handled
Back the fuck back yo
‘Fore you get dismantled
They be fiending just to kill a hoe
Fight or flight you riding with a choice to sink or swim alone

Fight or Flight

Prod. YCK

New week new buzzword to get mad at
You’re incapable of critically judging a bad rap
There’s dishonor in dishonesty the crowd is up in disarray
Triangulate the motherfucking signal and it’s this a way
Low aspirations you don’t strive hard enough 
You won’t make it to the top
Put the fries in the bag afterwards get a mop
Ain’t no shame in the job but you tried and you thought
Acting like a bitch would get you somewhere and it surely did
Congratulations you’re assistant manager at thirty six
Verses in the bio you can try but will never reach that high though
A soon to be organ donor allow yourself for an ending on a high note
Fuckers tryna get grown tryna flex but you pressed “No”
Breaking headstones hold it down ten toes you would die for that out in Fresno
Pack of hyenas I got my own bright ideas
But you is on TikTok aiming to get clocked you still hotwiring Kia’s
Don’t get caught in the crosshairs just like river buffalo
Don’t object that’s it’s not fair you still in a bungalow

Intentions concealed concealing this animosity
What can’t be revealed excluded from reciprocity

Sever the peace treaty
Some pressure to keep bleeding
Want a skirmish bitch we’ll bring you one
Want an army then you motherfuckers better run
Scattered and divvied up
Some melting insignias
Welcome to the cage and terradome
And the failing weight and force is theirs alone
Said their last rites since they’re taking heavy casualties
Now we at a crossroads now we at a standstill
Bags of old clips exit wounds and emptied magazines
Metal to your flesh no defenses firing at will

Lukewarm reception to everything that you drop
Your behavior is pointing to everything that you not
You’re the king of mediocrity your discog wholly uninspired
Now you losing steam and out of air just like some punctured tires
Rabid dopamine addicts
Pack your bags no longer asymptomatic
Fucking fanatics can’t be diplomatic
Hope has changed and going slowly to panic
As you scramble for the retort you need to win your petty argument
Unequipped and just short of that threshold withdrawn how far you in
The private jet ain’t no fighter jet
Fuck the benefits a free rider gets
Boutta spray and pray to the Pay N Spray
Leave em unresponsive that’s A-OK
Now as they watch with bated breath
It is I anticipating death
Wide awake and as I await
For the floating embers let the fire rage
The veil is thinning and something awakened
Within me the latency picking up, hastened
You traitorous wretches are clutching at straws
Ain’t a person to revel in buzz and applause
Fuck the hype bitch I want results
Imma set out for the bounty call me Dr. Schultz 
Sweltering heat at the base of the clot
Errors seldom repeated in case of a shock

Intentions concealed concealing this animosity
What can’t be revealed excluded from reciprocity

Sever the peace treaty
Some pressure to keep bleeding
Want a skirmish bitch we’ll bring you one
Want an army then you motherfuckers better run
Scattered and divvied up
Some melting insignias
Welcome to the cage and terradome
And the failing weight and force is theirs alone
Said their last rites since they’re taking heavy casualties
Now we at a crossroads now we at a standstill
Bags of old clips exit wounds and emptied magazines
Metal to your flesh no defenses firing at will

Terradome

Prod. YCK

Imma go ballistic turn this bitch to 2012
And I don’t need a Mayan calendar to raise that kind of hell
I’ll create my own doomsday prophecy of biblical
Proportions and if climate change is truly fucking cyclical
So is life and death then you should be inside the wood chipper
Good riddance BlackRock’s your friendly neighborhood flipper
They have been rewarding what’s morally reprehensible
Opt for that instead of just doing the thing that’s sensible
You in a throne never sitting alone and you’re safe in the Ivory tower
The people that want you beheaded are down in the lobby they’ve got a damn right to be sour
Send us a grunt or assistant we know that position pays ninety per hour 
There isn’t a way to integrity when you’re elite but I bet it feels nice to be showered
In constant bonuses the brokerages have halted the trades
Don’t pull the rug until the CFOs and boss have been paid
Make the magic happen zero outstanding debts
Configured algorithms for rejections we’re not impressed

High octane high voltage
Chasing your profits had left you frozen in the cold mist 
False traces false headlines
Force em to crunch and coerced to meet another deadline
Delay, deny, defend
Won’t pay but it’s fine when they’re dead (dead)
Evade, decry, pretend
Loose change set aside by the feds (feds)

Turn the faucet on despite the finite supply of it
Water’s tainted baptize me then resurrect the leviathan
It’s your moment now wait on my mark to cue all the violins
Bottleneck at the entrance and massacred as they pile in
Terabytes of applications but the bandwidth throttled
Ain’t no trophies for participation no one’s getting coddled
Fuckin airlines are gambling they’re delaying the maintenance
Crises waiting to happen the scene is wiped only faded prints
Zombies are roaming they’re plentiful many have settled out by the Bay Area
Every day they overdosing an ambulance ride  and the bystanders watch as they carry em
We need to wrangle the affluent breaching containment releasing malaria
How do they tell you what to be afraid of but aren’t found responsible for the hysteria
Get in formation trepidation in an uninformed populace
They don’t want you to have any form of sense and class consciousness
Don’t discuss wages or raises fired if you’re unionizing
The freedom of speech and assembly ready for scrutinizing

High octane high voltage
Chasing your profits had left you frozen in the cold mist 
False traces false headlines
Force em to crunch and coerced to meet another deadline
Delay, deny, defend
Won’t pay but it’s fine when they’re dead (dead)
Evade, decry, pretend
Loose change set aside by the feds (feds)

Delay, Deny, Defend

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Aye, yuh I don’t wanna deal with ‘em
Send a 100 shots, hallow points of steel in ‘em
Aye, yuh ima keep it real with ‘em
100s in the Duffy, rappers I don’t fuck with ‘em
Aye, yuh I don’t wanna deal with ‘em
Send a 100 shots, hallow points of steel in ‘em
Aye, yuh ima keep it real with ‘em
100s in the Duffy, rappers I don’t fuck with ‘em

[T.R.I.P.]

Riding in the LS4, yea I gotta go
Caught a body dropped him off at the Catacombs
Hanging out the window
Handing out the fuckin smoke
Pick another victim playing Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
Where the fuck he go?
Grab that pussy by his throat
If he hollers, let it blow
Now his brains up on the floor
Just another day that I go insane
Told you I don’t want the fuckin fame
I just want to break down
Break, break, break, break, break, break, I just wanna break down
Break, break, break, break, break, break, I just wanna break down

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Aye, yuh I don’t wanna deal with ‘em
Send a 100 shots, hallow points of steel in ‘em
Aye, yuh ima keep it real with ‘em
100s in the Duffy, rappers I don’t fuck with ‘em
Aye, yuh I don’t wanna deal with ‘em
Send a 100 shots, hallow points of steel in ‘em
Aye, yuh ima keep it real with ‘em
100s in the Duffy, rappers I don’t fuck with ‘em

[VAGUE]

Get the fuck out
Pull my name up out yo mouth
Bullets piercin, always fearin
If you time out
Demons talkin
You keep tryin just to tune ‘em out
Grab the hammer, break the chains
Let the reaper out
Hit the lights off, mask on, don’t let ‘em breathe
I ain’t makin new friends, only enemies
I’m at the crossroads waitin, just to crawl to me
I didn’t make the quarter, but they keep on testin me
I’m always goin thru the model
Get defiled, to make it
Pullin out bottles of faces
You gotta have it, to fake it
And every line that I crossed
I’ve always learned to embrace it
So burnin bodies in basements
And seein death on their faces

Breakdown [Prod. Fallen]

WHAT IF I DROP DEAD?
Original Release Date: October 31st, 2025

I think I'm suffering through this pain
Ask my bitch, I'm going insane
I rip my bongs, I blame myself
But nothing I do will ever change
I can't explain
The thoughts that go right through my brain
Wake up, crack the seal, I count my bills
I'm numbering down the days
I fuck up everything I touch
Never going to be enough
Sertraline inside my system
Spill it right down my fucking gut
Step on my heart but I feel numb
Step on my back, I show no love
Blood, it be dripping, these bitches be tripping
I'm sleeping to think about what I've done

What if I drop dead?
I'm busy making it through the day
I got some problems in my head
I got skeletons in my bed
Feelings that I never said
Bottle it up until I break
It's fucking with my conscience
I tried to tie it down by round
Staring down the chrome
Pistol bullet to the brain
My girl pockets filled with dope
Bloody razor to my throat
Am I able, never know
Bitches all tied, body gon drop
Hunting down the blood hust like some hounds
I got rounds in the chamber in the duffle
Keep it down, don't make a sound
Got these pussies working double
Just to mask up my emotions
Just to find out where the hope is
At the end of the fucking day
no matter what I'm feeling hopeless

I think I'm suffering through this pain
Ask my bitch, I'm going insane
I rip my bongs, I blame myself
But nothing I do will ever change
I can't explain
The thoughts that go right through my brain
Wake up, crack the seal, I count my bills
I'm numbering down the days
I fuck up everything I touch
Never going to be enough
Sertraline inside my system
Spill it right down my fucking gut
Step on my heart but I feel numb
Step on my back, I show no love
Blood, it be dripping, these bitches be tripping
I'm sleeping to think about what I've done

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