Prod. YCK

No chitchat no conversation
Make shit brainwash whole populations
I don’t fuck with them and I don’t fuck with you
When I hear the bitching drop something new

Lately fucking up lines I cut em up
Me and Mary we deep and dumb in love
All the mold inside never folding right
Tried to make the guap thanks for holding tight

You ain’t that special you ain’t unique
Drowning out sound when I’m burning through weed 
Wouldn’t let a motherfucker get away with sneak dissin
What all that you make is the pot we piss in

Crunk in the taxi slide in the backseat
Public intoxication on my rap sheet
Wanna be big but I know that you can’t be
Might as well quit but you’ve written no plan B 

Let’s get it started bitch I’m raising every bar
Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars
I’m a lowlife punk all of my arrogance is a strength
See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane

Ever made em mad then my goal was accomplished 
Did it myself I don’t need no accomplice
Pulling to the curb and I cop ten keys 
Let a motherfucker in VIP entry 

Trap star glass jar full of fuckin dope
Bad start lack bars hanging by the rope
I am no mentor I cannot teach
So great that you sent your hate mail to me

You a square wouldn’t dare well I fiend for a case
Slipped TSA check get screened for a K
Smuggle peddle and cross the line
When I huff and meddle like all the time

Bitch I’m on a roll all my drugs in control
20 blunts on the ground boutta pack another bowl
Boutta die taking synthetic in my veins
Feeling so ill phrenetic in my brain 

Let’s get it started bitch I’m raising every bar
Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars
I’m a lowlife punk all of my arrogance is a strength
See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane

Let's Get It Started...

Wither

iamjakehill - Phobetor

Prod. YCK, feat. soap. @soaped

Yeah you know what it is so be stepping aside
I haven’t really gave a fuck if I be dead or alive
So bite the bullet trigger pulling seek the end or beginning
Depends on how you’re looking at it until then I’ll be sinning
Descended in the portal no more juice in the flask
No use depending on the mortals ain’t the easiest task
I’m overzealous I’m heretical meeting an archangel
Viewing it from the heavens the humans that aren’t grateful
Taking the filth that we’re cleansing blood in we bathe I’m popping a benzo
Ridding myself of depression by taking my place inside of a deadzone
Need no coffin burials to soak the debris
These ceremonial rituals practiced down to a T
Lost track of the demons out of Pandora’s Box
Road into redemption coming after or not
I got the chains up on my flesh I’m in a liminal space
To rip the veins up out my chest look how we’ve fallen from grace

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Okay I’m taking the face from you when i walk in the room
Ain’t never debating, it ain’t on you why you act like a tool
I broke the data bank and it showing where you log in and move
IP address and now I’m next them existential ensue
And if I said it’s soon know I ain’t waiting for nothing
I been evading the public cause I ain’t faking  
And fuck it
It's all in my DNA there’s something keeping me from reduction
It doesn’t appeal to me the sucking up to deal with the funding
Won’t ever front for buck and won’t ever run for a bill
I’m at the front of the shuttle punching the blunt and a shill
evacuate em out the way I’m an
immaculate mill
I Turn em up into the dust when they in front of us, still
I don’t know what the fuck assumption that you held in your head
But really the fact is I ain’t running from nobody or dread
I face it every single morning when I wake in this mess
And I been breaking it's rebuttal since I frame my distress
Yuh

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Heretic

Icarus (feat. soap.)

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YCK x SOAP. - Icarus

Prod. YCK

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

Lick a tab of acid
Hit the fucking blunt and pass it
Who said you could speak bitch I’m the one who you be askin
For the favors while you cater to a base that’s filled with kids
And you claim it ain’t a problem oh just wait until it is
Krokodil no appeal choosing fuck a bill
Slow to steal vote repealed come with something still
And I’ve been criticized for the Western culture
The Central Valley living so inhale the sulfur
Stocking the cabinet but check it later it’s bare
In the name of our savior don’t got a minute to spare
Couldn’t say that I’m religious but I’m more of a deist
And how does corporate hunger reign in the land of the freest
Nobody’s working to feel essential in wage
Wake up what will fundamentally change
But they don’t take responsibility or look to their peers
When they’ve contributed to trickle up their trail of tears

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

Kill criminal cops you villains or not
No filming blood spilling on ceilings the weapons I bought
In registries
Trill and I fought subliminal thoughts
You shilling for people they’re wanting and willing to lock
My pedigree
Ancestry’s descending the tree snaps
Branched out we the freaks now we relapse
5 5 9 by design we rely
Gotta be high the streetlights in decline
Head off the hydra but then another one grows
Sick at the sight of a cycle that’s been imposed
Without permitting the brief has omitted this overreaching
And I’ve begun to disregard just what the older are preaching
Never achieving what we on 
Not in this life and not aeons
DESERTBOYS are going up
A thing we agree on
You can deny but I’ve made it myself and the money I’ve made is a plus
You will not pray to a god for the helping you need when you come into us

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

House of Glass

[VAGUE]

You’ll know when I rise to the 6
Grabbin that knife and I’ll cut yo bitch
I’ll put you in a fucken ditch
Just listen
All that fucken talk is toxic
Holdin all your homies pockets
You don’t want the beef so homie stop it
Don’t wanna dig your grave, just drop it
Go home
Grab your gun and cock it
The reaper waiting by your fucken rottin corpse
Blood and flesh has stained the floor
But you said you that you wanted war
Thought I’d never find out
I’ll cut your fucken eyes out
Bein a bitch in the back
With a call out
Doesn’t matter what you say
Cause we all gettin paid
You once had clout but it all gone fade now
I’m stayin heartless in the mind just to play
All that talk you can’t relate
Just take a walk
You can’t complain
There’s a lot im leavin out
A lot of doubt you given out
So fuck your feelings
Here and now
We’re sick of dealin with these Clowns

[T.R.I.P.]

Pussy mothafucka wanna talk about our numbers
But we know that you the one who be hiding undercovers
Bitch boy
Better watch your mothafuckin mouth
When I pull up with a stick
Bouta take a nigga out
You lookin like typical mothafucka
That’s lookin for a handout
Shit there’s bouta be a man down 
Mama should’ve told you to never run your mothafuckin mouth
Now she gotta see you laying in a ditch now
You don’t wanna start no beef with me
You trying act hard, bitch boy you sweet 
You know what they say, that talk is cheap 
Depressed ass drunk boy trying to reach 
Watch yo fuckin mouth and your damn tone
Until we in person
Until then keep on suckin that dick
And keep on fuckin lurkin hoe
Mossberg pump to the chest
And I don’t give a fuck if i’m making a mess 
Lost in dark while I’m choppin up bodies
I do this shit blindly
The devils impressed 
Better think twice who you fuck with 
I can see through you posers you nothing 
Got your shitty name written on my black list 
If you wanna step up
You gon find out quick
That you ain’t shit

HEARTLESS [Prod. BLACK LIONS]

(prod.  Vez  · Bargholz · Nikola Tracks)

Life (feat. Faceless 1-7)

Dark winds talkin’ like they know my name

Smoking in the backyard crash and I can’t start
Blunts to the face when I race like it’s nascar
Bitch I’ve been my own plug growing all my own drugs
Step into the dirt and I’ve been digging fucking bones up

Pretty fucking factual that I don’t like a casual
I’m winging all this shit I’m rolling deeper with no manual
Can’t see well you got glaucoma
Backing up quick put you in a glock coma

No one say let’s go out to fucking Fresno
I don’t needa bitch in my ear cause I said so
Say that I’ll be famous but I don’t think being less known
Making any difference I already made a deathnote

Drug composing I’m down and I’m feeling loaded
I’m smoking alone and hoping a fucker would toe to toe and
Fade that’s a fact no problem when I attack
So wack when they all rap but fuck it I made a stack

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I’m getting proceeds
I’ve been spilling codeine I’m a fucking dope fiend

Body bag zip zip blunts that I rip rip
Bet you went and fuckin told the cops little tip tip
Thinking that you big shit then you start to nitpick
Boutta meet up with your bitch fuck then I dip quick

Break a fucking vessel all my demons I will meddle with
Drugs up in my blood I pay the statement I will settle with
Ain’t a lot of rappers I can say that I be level with
Triple six up I be repping all the devil shit

Back vengeance ideas I fucking penned it
I’ve gotten all your attention I’m serving a time my sentence
Going never ending this money I want to spend it
Well I’m guessing that’s the benefit of federal pension

Locking em up I’m hopping a bump when I ride and swerve
Copping a cup I’m coughing it up now we tied in first
To me it’s so amusing they try me but I’m the master
I beat em into a pulp and I’m leaving a body tattered

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I’m getting proceeds
I’ve been spilling codeine I’m a fucking dope fiend

Lowkey II (낮은 키 2)

Yakuza Remix

DESERTBOYS

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