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Hazardous

Prod. Arvid @funeralmoney
Featuring Seanny Sol @hellomrsol

Bitches with double A’s running their mouths
But no I’m not talking bout batteries
They try to pave a new lane to get clout
But I don’t remember that mattering

Death of the globe letting chaos ensue
Rituals and all these seances due
Nothing but havoc I torch em like maverick
I’m copping bandanas say fuck to a camera

Age of the Internet all the ways intersect
Paths that I’ve taken have ended up incorrect
Posted up inside a clinic
I murder careers of these wannabe types I’m a cynic

Pop and I drank these pills they take shape
Of my motherfucking guts no shame to break bank
Passed out cold no way to stay awake
And then you can see me tripping and faded up onstage

Pulled up chalk been drawn it’s like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don’t roll with you it’s just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you’re producing

Yo, see I been patient, too passive,
But here's some aggression
Cause I ain't impressed by you trash spittin' ass actors,
Don't know if it's skill or maybe the talent but either way
Shit y'all lack it, really y'all just need practice,
I could probably teach classes, but that don't mean
That y'all'd pass it...
"But I ain't..braggin"
They just don't equip the shit that Seanny spit cause...
"I'm about...action"
See I handle bidness, I need a witness...
"Seanny Be Cashiiiiin"
Like I hit the bank and made it break, they give, I take,
And still I chase, the bag til I win the race,
I dream chase cause rap shit gone bring me places,
Gone and face it, y'all niggas basic, (OOH)
Nigga I spit killer like Jason (DO),
Rippin the writtens everytime I step in a booth, to this rap shit
My voice like magic, I *poof*,
I ain’t the best but I earn respect that boy flex when he catch the vibe,
I ain’t pressed for time, but by looks of this watch
I got it’s my time nigga don’t be shy give Sol the shine

Pulled up chalk been drawn it’s like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don’t roll with you it’s just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you’re producing

Crime Scene (feat. Seanny Sol)

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Long long ago I burned the crops and bathed in ashes 
You so famished you so parched I took all the fucking rations
The rope around my neck ain’t cut me free from all my sins 
The gallows I will proudly die the afterlife’ll soon begin

Gone to insanity causing calamity
Hanging from oak I’m no one that you’d stand to be
Verbal atonement the scripture I wrote it
Take credit for sacrilege got no opponent 

Bragging bout clean slates pseudo intellect
Boutta take a fucking aim we got two up in the Tec
Better rep the set better show what you about
Bitch you better represent you better fake it for the clout 

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Five days ago I took the crops I set to flames 
I summoned spirits by my side I walk on water breaking chains
The belt around my wrist ain’t set me free from all the dirt
Inside my coffin I will rest my rite of passage out of earth 

Finding out where these motherfuckers hide
They’re feeding and leeching like a parasite
Ain’t getting no weaker I twitch I’m a tweaker
I sacrifice everything I am a leader

Skies blacked out but I’m seeing blood red
Wanna rain down lead but the clip’s drum fed
Castration of justice I know that you love this 
I know that you stalking whenever I publish

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Sacrilege

Running around well it never occurred to me
I had forgotten you never had learned to be 
There for me when I was seeking support
I did it for you now the ball’s in your court 

Time to repay me I’m asking a favor 
Said you would do it you’d get to it later 
I don’t see it done all I see is fucking needles 
On the ground shattered glass and a broken up past

Oh well damn well I guess that’s nice 
Done it two times better say that’s twice 
Now I won’t ask I don’t do three strikes 
You’re out now motherfucker yeah I’m done that’s right 

Inconsistently run to bitch to me
Do some shit that I won’t ever live to see
Hate you or love you I cannot decide
Conditional pledges we do not abide 

I’m a free floater you won’t see me sober
Heart is always racing but this time it’s going slower 
Sold all my joys for a dollar or less
And I won’t get them back it’s so hard to forget

Vertigo vertigo nowhere to go
Judging my words and you say that you know
Meager by sight but my figure deceives 
My brain is the only thing with a disease 

Pity me pity me now we assume
I’ll be alright with the things I consume
Leader of silence I lie though my teeth
I’m burning the branches that lurk underneath 

Got your routine boutta fall into entropy 
Why you rundown well you ran out of energy 
Want a lift up but I cannot supply that 
Return me the comity might wanna try that 

No promise I’ll even be writing you back
Depleted my ink and a matter of fact 
Don’t know your address and I don’t wanna find 
The place that you staying at I’ll be at mine 

I’m a free floater you won’t see me sober
Heart is always racing but this time it’s going slower 
Sold all my joys for a dollar or less
And I won’t get them back it’s so hard to forget

Eye for an Eye

Surrounded by these digits all these fucking basic bitches
Try to crowd around up in my space my drugs replacing riches
Television witness now they’re getting entertainment 
My constituents ain’t missing so I hate to hear complaining 

No one getting pardoned all you fuckers disregarded
Boutta bust up out the prison getting framed for smaller charges 
Taking twenty maybe life in just a day of selling skunk
While the opposition got permission well that fucking stung

Cutting up powder I never encounter
A product of loud when my product is louder
Loading up bullets they’re lacking the trust 
A couple of years in the back of the bus

The person I wanna be and one I gotta be
Two different people I’m mixing the prophecy 
All of my secretive demons they follow me
Pounding my skull open want a lobotomy 

Rapping avoid all the work
That I’d do later but I make it first
I don’t hear shit when they throw that shade
No I ain’t bouta die when they load that blank

Hurting myself till the moment I drop
Curdle my blood when I’m hoping to stop
I don’t like you and you don’t like me
But I’ve done way more than you at nineteen 

Can’t hear a thing all the smoke’s so loud
Tripping out in outer space now I’m feeling zoned out 
Later I’ll return to earth 
When states of consciousness revert

Under all the weather but my role as an aggressor 
I’m the god and token of the west they know my name as Zephyr
I don’t like the faking shit so we don’t ever ride together 
Cause you ain’t that true about it you succumbing to the pressure 

I’m a loner you’re a poser but I’m sensing the oppression 
Running out of fucking victims and ya saw me there I’m guessing 
Kick me while I’m down you say I’m but an easy target
Got a problem with addiction so I tend to be bombarded

They say they gonna make that bread
When I make my bread I’ll remain content
But I don’t move back when I take a step
Lemme go on top in a straight ascent

We say we’re boutta change up rap 
Wanna sold out show where’s the paper at
Wanna move up soon like space and tab
When I say I’m the best I’ve been claiming that

Hanging barely I’m sedentary 
Game cat and mouse like Tom & Jerry
I speak for people like an emissary
Still chosen first ain’t the secondary

Buckle the belt but I’ve broken the clasp
The fame and the money is outta my grasp
Do I feel better when I’m writing raps
Or do I feel better when I go relapse

Can’t hear a thing all the smoke’s so loud
Tripping out in outer space now I’m feeling zoned out 
Later I’ll return to earth 
When states of consciousness revert

Zoned Out

Prod. Arvid @funeralmoney

Riding with a burner I’m wishing like Timmy Turner
That a motherfucker’d try me I turn him to a deserter
It’s nights we come alive and no fight I wouldn’t fight
Just tried it and roll the dice no change to pay the price

Motherfuckers lame and as deep as a gutter puddle
All the same as the rest of them when I diss and utter subtle
Light a cigarette that’s my fuckin epithet
Spoken on some real shit bitch I’m never incorrect 

Everybody tryna rock with shit that’s so in
When I’m dealing with my shortage of serotonin
Leaking all my blood and contracted this gangrene
But I’m dropping all this heat no need to thank me

YCK I’m repping they’re raiding I got a weapon 
Boutta get to fucking stepping be known as a living legend  
I don’t wanna see em as long as I’m unknown
Gonna try to get away in the back of the blunt smoke

Go back to the place where you’re from
Toe tag got you feeling so numb
We can’t deal with a dose of bad luck
Or somebody like you who won’t even stand up

Tighten up my turban I’m burning the book of serpents 
Refer to the person burden I’m serving uncertain purposes
I won’t be beat they try to be me
Motherfucker you been flowing all the same and I see

Peddle crack rock I’m just trying to talk 
And everybody wanna run but I’m trying to walk 
And you don’t wanna cross a goddamn loony like me
Got the tint on the road and it’s shining bright green

Stated so verbatim I promise I’m underrated 
No fame in this ultimatum the same as reported datum
Full stop that I make when I crash
And I don’t mean a fuckin car I mean what’s in the stash

Energizing terrorizing I been off a pill 
They all tell me gotta stop but ain’t thinking that I will
It won’t be that no it’s you that’ll kill me
I was a symbol in my life and in death I will still be

Go back to the place where you’re from
Toe tag got you feeling so numb
We can’t deal with a dose of bad luck
Or somebody like you who won’t even stand up

No Trespassing

shoutout to Joe Rogan

I don’t give a fuck I don’t give a fuck what you say
Falling to arrest I’ve been huffing down this butane
I’ve been on this trip I’ve been going up and through space
Got a couple secrets what I’m hiding in the suitcase

YCK till the grave
Got a few things in the safe
You nothing special keep riding that wave
Till the moment it crashes and taken away

Fuck with no others my circle is small
Hit up my number but no I don’t call
I don’t get bothered when I’ve been alone
Cause it gives me the reason to get off my phone

Call up the carpenter close up the coffin
And bitch I’ve been fresher than shit you been poppin
Follow the trends and keep up with the latest
You bitches are sheep and you don’t know what great is

Caught up in black from the dark I attack
Bitch I’m here long term and I’m picking up slack
I don’t sing or rap I just move with the brush
I just make gold from everything I touch 

I don’t give a fuck I don’t give a fuck what you say
Falling to arrest I’ve been huffing down this butane
I’ve been on this trip I’ve been going up and through space
Got a couple secrets what I’m hiding in the suitcase

Hop out a coupe brought down the roof 
I don’t give a fuck what a bitch gonna do
Waste all the weed so take what you need 
That you’re gonna flip back when you slang on the street

Stains on the sheets that we see blacklight
Gonna stutter up with a verse that you can’t write 
Stoned out my mind when I’m out at night 
Got lead in my lungs but it’s called graphite 

Unoriginal so predictable 
Try and diss me but I’ve been unkillable 
I’m a sick fuck I’ve been unfixable
I'm putting no thought into every syllable 

Hop round the room when I write every verse 
While I count down now bitch I got plenty words 
Copacobana smoking out a banana 
A motherfucking radiated touch got from the gamma 

I don’t give a fuck I don’t give a fuck what you say
Falling to arrest I’ve been huffing down this butane
I’ve been on this trip I’ve been going up and through space
Got a couple secrets what I’m hiding in the suitcase

Voluntary Arrest

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