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Weed, Titties & Satan

Overdrive ft Sinizter (prod by Gerah)

VACUUM (PROD. NXM1NAL)

Prod. YCK

At the perihelion coronal ejections
Boutta decimate civilians they under protected
Into cardiac arrest ain’t no pulse or vital signs
Too weak too ill and don’t emit the cytokines
Majority vote that’s how authority goes
What’s undisclosed a mole will leak what they’ve reportedly shown
If the devil’s in the details imma be thorough
In explaining threats I make towards your neighborhood and borough
Unanticipated death my canon event
I could not have hidden or avoided what had happened was meant
And when it was written I decided it ain’t sad in a sense
I think I’d prefer to be deceased than being wrapped in the tents
Back to the fence lack grasp and dispense
Some initiated comments do it matter it depends
I’m outta pocket when I can be but you’re truly defensive
The DESERTBOYS that I know we acting unruly but pensive

What you deserve has come your days are numbered
Hang up your head like I’m a bounty hunter
Why you tryna gripe from the sidelines
Too long you been acting like you got nine lives
Not safe, onslaughts
That be routing shockwaves nonstop
Shameless
Back burner diverting attention from this
Sinful
Crashed learning subverting a sum with no pull

Putting the amoxicillin in caulk cylinders
And look at who the cops are killing the cops filling the
Quotas so put the barrel to my temporal lobe 
And there ain’t nobody keeping track of where the fentanyl goes
Spineless motherfuckers the game has missing vertebrae
I paid as much attention as twelve assigned to a murder case
You want a confession ain’t no other profession
That’ll give you paid leave and your own damn procession
Anachronistic bitch you went and had missed it
While the rest of who’s civilized went ahead no insistence
On like every street they diligent in their vigilance
Wannabes are still unfit they’re ineffectively villainous yuh
Lights off and no chopper fuck an APB
Raze the buildings taking space up that they say we need
You want indentured workers steady flipping your burgers
You’re the antithesis of what it is I’m backing I’m certain

What you deserve has come your days are numbered
Hang up your head like I’m a bounty hunter
Why you tryna gripe from the sidelines
Too long you been acting like you got nine lives
Not safe, onslaughts
That be routing shockwaves nonstop
Shameless
Back burner diverting attention from this
Sinful
Crashed learning subverting a sum with no pull

Bounty Hunter

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

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LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

Prod. YCK, shoutout to @tsunamiij and @soaped

Suffered, I studied up 
Parabola playing my plane don’t know gravity 
Such a menagerie 
How to react to when the bars in a cell your anatomy 
Lie to me day 
Day in 
Day out 
Just make it okay 
Figure it out 
Fuck tell the truth I'm indifferent now
I went unlimited miles 
I put this shit on my life if I lied in the light
Like my grandad he told me it'd turn into spite 
Imma fight in my dreams and to get through the day 
Climb out the rubble rebuttal my brain like a tunnel 
My mind isn’t mine just a vessel
For nobody no one that know me there’s only so much I could give 

Mind in the clouds but my head in the gutter
A sign or a glimmer instead it’s another
Precursor predicting catastrophe endlessly
Burdens insistent on atrophy tempting me
I will be dignified faulty divinities
They’re undecided my toxic proclivities
Order exactly what has been upended
Here by the prophets no hands are presented

No control I manifest
Just decomposing
In the end we lay to rest
We’re free from holding

Help me process grief through the endless fights
I don’t understand cause I feel just fine 
Let me lift the veil there’s not much to find
I don’t understand everything’s snow white 
I just feel so tired
Everything’s not right 
Man I feel so wired
Am I fried from life?
It’s the hope inspired
By the sick and quiet
There’s a hell required
To create our light

Facts obscured and now my perceptibility
Been suffering I’m in the shadows lower visibility
The wrong ones emboldened and too optimistic
I’ll crawl my way out of this bottomless pit
What am I becoming exhausting to distinguish
And so suddenly I’m lost in flames I can’t extinguish
Nonexistent promised utopia
Take what’s needed from the cornucopia
I am the marker we differ in attributes
Never in line when I’m thinking in absolutes
Adequate having to quit then I’d rather use
More lethal methods initially had refused
Solder together my wit to perform
My primary purpose don’t know anymore
Cognizant of when I’m gonna make my moves
What it is I got and got at stake to lose

Planetary I’m a flood myth 
Fuck a tributary I done sunk ships 
Love assumptions I been shut in
And out since a kid you can’t get me to function 
I’m a done deal like a thumb print, cut, 
Blood spilling on the page 
I don’t give fucks, none of these stunt double
Mawfuckas cut above the grain 
Snopes 

No control I manifest
Just decomposing
In the end we lay to rest
We’re free from holding

Help me process grief through the endless fights
I don’t understand cause I feel just fine 
Let me lift the veil there’s not much to find
I don’t understand everything’s snow white 
I just feel so tired
Everything’s not right 
Man I feel so wired
Am I fried from life?
It’s the hope inspired
By the sick and quiet
There’s a hell required
To create our light

YCK x soap. x Tsunami J. - Gravity

Prod. Fantom

I don’t really mind if I anger you
When you bot your streams call that pay-per-view
And you don’t do anything you say you do
When it’s time go Super Saiyan 2
Don’t dare to call yourself a rapper
Really cosplay you is just an actor
Lowest credit to a hired gun
Then you’re only singing what the choir sung
You had took the first chance you got
When it fell through months later then you thought
“Being broke was a part of my game plan
Money will come and’ll be a self-made man
Imma ditch all my friends and live on a diet of
Noodles and fucking Taco Bell
My manager took my wallet and phone
I don’t got AC so it’s hot as hell”
Tell me where the fuck’s the mansion
You ain’t got one, just a trap house
Shifting the blame for your situation
Yeah you tend to lash out
I been independent for so long
I keep it stacking that’s how
Never lost sight or had ditched my principles
So I’m feeling damn proud

Red dots scoped out new routes they’re sending bloodhounds 
Voting for a conquest and on to find new enemies
Shell shocked sell off shoot up until the sun down
Open up the war chest now who can make em bend the knee

Air the place out like a Fresno party
It ain’t a birthday without a strap
Get em too mad made em exhale sharply
You must be lost you must need a map
Try to predict my fall-off
That ain’t been written inside of the prophecy
Grip and constrict the dollas
They be infringing and changing what’s sovereignty
Making those songs for the wrongest reasons
When they deploy their staunchest heathens
Nothing but slop for the bottom feeders
Do their own bidding while on the bleachers
Seeking asylum you reading your comments
The thinner your skin well the further it augments
And doing the worst it has been so habitual
Hating on you is becoming their ritual
Look at who signed a shitty deal
Didn’t check the print now this itch you feel
To drop but had sold the back catalog
But you can’t recoup nada, at a loss
Bout to find a new place to spark
They’re sitting with me but they hate the dark
Their rhetoric dangerous play their part
I have heard all their fucking same remarks

Red dots scoped out new routes they’re sending bloodhounds 
Voting for a conquest and on to find new enemies
Shell shocked sell off shoot up until the sun down
Open up the war chest now who can make em bend the knee

Bloodhounds

HUECO MUNDO FT. BLACKWILL (PROD. SAURXN)

Fukkit & Deergod - Poof!

ManHunt

Prod. YCK

Vermin loose and they’re too intrusive
They speak abstrusely the words allusive
Shedding my cells I’m on Theseus’ ship
And can anybody measure what the media did
Stirred but it’s not no accident
Cause you’re an otherwise sheltered and pampered bitch
You’ve been activated it’s captivating
And they fuckin advocated for omitting abdicating
Rounds splinter and smoke billows
To the stained and satin red throw pillows
Having to medicate I can’t think of a better way
For the blocking of my demons and to stifle my self-restraint
Hip hop blogs and it’s fuck that cause
They be giving their concern to those who clench their jaws
Follow what a label wanted you are their puppets
And I want em all to face a proper comeuppance

Misinform the public
Raise the rate and fucking double it yuh
Won’t conform to nothing
Got no medium to shun this huh
Innocuously embellish facts
Even though it still seems to bite you back
Conjure mislead and redirect
You an underhanded go-getter weaving stressed

Meeting with my doubt viewed a blank facade
And counter with a proposition oughta praise your God
Cause I don’t ever reconsider ain’t a point in mediation
What they try to be avoiding we can’t even be a nation
Casting aside imma pass the advice
To somebody that can use it won’t be me to be concise
I am unmoved by alleged conjecture
Transmitting lies ain’t an emptier gesture
Forming hybrids with the Zo and Paxil
Going off the tracks and I broke the axel
Clipping up the printing what is in it doublespoken
They can’t manage in incorporating warning color coded
Here’s a debacle a tenure to topple this
Turning a sepulcher to a metropolis
What do I embody what I do in spreading hate
To anybody being bold any bit they violate

Misinform the public
Raise the rate and fucking double it yuh
Won’t conform to nothing
Got no medium to shun this huh
Innocuously embellish facts
Even though it still seems to bite you back
Conjure mislead and redirect
You an underhanded go-getter weaving stressed

Misinform, Embellish

ADHD (All Demonic Habits Damage)

P*nk Day

Know me P*ilyslix*jxyrust*

Going Crazy (prod. lxid)

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

DESERTBOYS

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Misinform, Embellish

YCK

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