DiminishedSoulz I $ai the Ghoul x PROPHET (prod. Aragoth)

RESURGENCE

prod Prod. Zyller & Zepelin
Mixed by aragoth
Cover by Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
It was never bout the money or the fame
All these pussy mutha fucka’s switching lanes 
Imma tell you I ain’t fucking with these lames 
Why the hell these bitches keep on playing games 
In the Cadillac just cruising in the rain 
Riding round the block just looking for a stain
Tryna turn another opp into a strain 
Smoking Tracy pack it’s fuckin wit my brain
I done let the demon out the devils cage 
Creeping lurking drag yo body in a cave 
Living life with all this mutha fucking rage 
slit my wrists and let it bleed into the drain 
It’s the only way to numb all of the pain 
Tell my homie he can lie all on my name 
do whatever when Im inside of the grave 
Put my body in the ground let me decay 
Kill a pussy boy and look em in the face 
Spinning blocks like we tryna win a race 
Guarantee that we beat this fucking case 
Everybody that’s a witness getting slain 
Everybody that’s around is getting sprayed 
Living in the trap at night I had to pray 
God ain’t listen imma demon anyway
Do a hit on anyone long as it pays 
And I’m Hungrier than ever need that food up on my plate 
Pull the trigger squeeze that shit and never hesitate 
Send a pussy boy straight up to the heavens gates 
Or if he goes to hell imma meet him cuz it’s fate 
Stepping up to me and I’m putting em in his place 
Dump the body in a river never leave a single trace 
Smoking in a hotbox I can’t see shit through the haze 
Drugs play with my memory so everything’s a daze 
I can’t fuck with anyone all they care bout is plays 
Stacking money nothing new soon as I got a taste 
saving all my money in a mutha fuckin safe 
even got a stash spot for every other state 
have a million in cash if I keep up at this rate 
I’m risking it all just to be one of the the greats 
Stuck inside the slums tryna move out of this place
And you can’t get rid of me cuz the prophets here to stay

DEVIL’S CAGE

Prod zyller + Zepelin
Mixed by aragoth 
Cover by https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

PROPHET X MANA - RIDE WITH THA 9

WHAT HAVE I DONE

AS WE GATHER ON THIS SABBATH (PROD. ARAGOTH)

ELEVEN ANGELS
THEY WANT ME TURNIN GREY MAMA
SENDIN THREATS UP TO MY BROTHER OUT THE STAIRS LIKE WASSUP 
I KEPT ON FUCKIN WITH DEVIL IMA SAY WHAT I WANT
I TOLD EM GIMME WHAT YOU GOT ILL LET YOU BOIL IN BLOOD

IM IN TO ROTTEN NAGASAKI BOMBIN ROCKIN WITH ABOMINATIONS
HOLLA OFF OF THAT VODKA WITH A REDBULL
IM ELATED 
BITE DOWN LIL MAMA I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MISSIN 
DROP YO BLOOD DOWN ON A SIGIL WHILE I RECITE INCANTATIONS

TAKE A LOT I TAKE IT OFTEN AINT NO TELLIN WHERE IM AT
THATS AN AWFUL LOT OF PROBLEMS KEEP MY HEART EMOJI BLACK
I DONE TOLD YOU BOUT MY POSTURE KEEP IT STEPPIN WITH SOME CLASS
BEEN A HEATHEN SINCE FOREVER NOW I CHARTER ALL OF MY FACTS

DEVASTATION
LET THE FLAME FLICKER TO THE BEST SELLER 
BREAK LETTERS 
AINT NO HELEN KELLER I SPIT ANY WEATHER
SICK FELLA
I CAN DO IT BETTER WATCH EM GETTIN FED UP
WAKIN UP WITH A FEVER SMOKIN UP DUST OF ANY COLOR

NONE AMONG US
I THINK YOU PUSHED THE NUMBERS ENOUGH
LET IT GO I KNOW YOU TRIPPIN OUT THE CANON YOU CUT
THE STATS CALL IT 
IM WAY BEYOND THE BEST THAT YOU GOT
AND ILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU FALL OFF ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP

BLACK FUNGUS IN MY LIVER HOPE YOU AINT AFRAID TO ROT
PUT ME IN AN INSTITUTION BUT I STILL BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS
SICK MEDULA OBLONGATA FILL MY BODY UP WITH WOP
OFF THAT FETTI GETTIN PETTY ACCUSTOMED TO THROWIN SHOTS

BLOODY HANDS MY PALMS HAD BEEN GRIPPIN DOPE
BETTER PUSH UP ON A STANCE 
GOD KNOCKIN AT THE DOOR
I BEEN LOOKIN FOR THE LANCE 
BASILICA NEVER KNOWN
BOY YOUR VISION MUST BE FADED TO THINK THAT THEY SAVIN SOULS

FROM THE BACK OF MY BLADE 
TO THE DOPE I SMOKE
TAKE MY GRACE
FROM THE SINS I SEW
THIS ANA AINT A PHASE
WITH THE SON OF SAM TONE
I BEEN CHALKING OUT YOUR PRAISE 
CHECK YOUR HALO AT THE DOOR

HEATHEN (prod. ARAGOTH)

Lyrics:


Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn
I just can’t seem to paint the picture right
Got maggots in the fetid flesh
And putrescine producing
5-0 show up and throw up
Can’t even open up the door
Got roaches crawling in and out of corpses
On the kitchen floor

Woah
I can’t believe these bustas think they hard
These shorts that they be makin
Make me cringe
Guess I ain’t smoked enough
Yall fried inside and out
Can’t get a fan without a fucking trend
I’ll bend the rules to suit my needs
And disregard the snakes I meet
I’d rather stay a nobody 
Than sell out those who close to me 
Some witches in the woods wit little birdies on they shoulder
Caught em whispering their falsehoods
And then throwing out the trash they turned
Promises unkept 
And money taken with no goods in hand
The snakes were snaked by snakes 
And taught the venom ain’t so sweet returned
Tables turned on every worm
So every cup was tainted word
Daggers in the back of those who trusted
Now they ass is served
A fated road to hell is what’s in store
For them 
You shoulda learned 
Fuck
I can’t get it out my head
The image of yo body mangled up 
Engulfed in black and red
It’s so intoxicating
Visions of my blood coagulating 
As the venom turns inside my burns
My mind begins to fade mane
Split ya damn skull
And leave you rotting on the concrete
Fuck around
Bitch gon learn why I’m god then
Spirits in my body
Siphon blood like Vlad 
Sad to see these fuckas lining up to die
But no complaints from me
The more I bury feed the demons that Reside within 
I’m talkin death in my veins
Turned my eyes jet black
Horns pierce out the flesh upon my skull
And penetrate the worthless soul
Crowned Dead God 
When the heretics are burned and ate
Pieces of their bodies sewn to mine
To show the rest they fate

Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn

Rite of Passage [prod. KaalaH]

LYRICS:
Throw shade but the bitch smoke butta
Stickin' up on my body like baby I know you wanna get down
With the same thing big shot stunna
Rope tied baby Imma hang til the game cut down
Pussy muthafucka can't hold me
I'mma get high til the day I fuckin OD
Please stop talking bout a needle like a trophy
Ain't nobody better than Revy you can't hold me
Bitch I'mma, low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down
Low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down

I'mma hit em with the whole thing baby I'mma
Get paid when I get paid, run up on a
Big name with the chump change give it to em
I ain't with the yap, they pussy now give it back like
Hit em with the crack they cough up another K
Pull the blade up out the bag and they got nothing to say
I tell em you don't know the half get the fuck out the way
I cut the dope with the razor, flick it I'mma take off

You gettin mad cuz I passed ya, lookin like a bastard
Trappin out the telly I got money in my mattress
Thirty five tip a bitch I tell her I'm her master
Five one six in your wrist get blasted
It's fuckin too late my bitch take
Ana when I make her say
Revy do it better better watch the way I'm throwin shade
I'm fuckin so high my wrist liable get cut
Talkin out your capillary fetty make a pussy duck
Gra-ta-ta-ta go the sound when I drop
You a cap mothafucka stay the fuck out my spot
You try to hop on my scene they don't like what you got
I'm a god and a fiend, you just mad cuz you not
You can throw shade but it won't take to a damn lie
Stick it up on my body as if it would be the last time
Riggity boi the tech, wicked the blade I take a death
I'mma get paid the same I came to say that I'mma take the rest like
I told em watch out here I come
My vein got ripped out still gon duck
I feel like Zeta, now I'm numb
With the blade can't hang my rope tied up
I told em step back hold my dick
Who the fuck want war, who the fuck want this
I'mma drop that raw when I flick my wrist
Lil bitch throw shade I still won't miss
Gotta pay to play you can't take this
Hit em witta K I bang and get anxious
I'mma be great, I hate I must say this
Nothing but a fake, I state you can't hang with

STILL WON'T MISS

STILL WON'T MISS (prod. NiceMeme$ound)

more music soon... yeah scwipz!
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They call me scriptz but im waiting on this shit

dreams are bending in the light, shadows lurking like a gift

picking up on these daphodils, im  petal rippin bitch

metal cocked back for the fuckboy creepin on my hymnss

Yeah Im him, godly body with the sawed off shotty got the red dotty land this fuckin hotty, im like kami cept now im above this, Im in the writing

Im the language on the wall, im the terminal im the fall - culduhsaq is where I land  and then I lunge out, never starts

I cant see this and im seething, married death but I need a prenup   - lose my breath I wanted evil, got a quest and now Im heaving 

its too much and im uneven, losing balance from this dreamin - going far but I cant see it - vision dying cuz im leaking...............

--blood is on the ground - laking round

knights around the table red surrounded what I founded

started a grass-roots movement got some students

wasn't much but my depth is proven

flows for days and my wisdom ruthless

art of war this planet suits it....

MOTHER TONGUE (PROD. NEKK)

might update mix

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grippin 9 with the chrome 45 by my side 

holstered weapons I can spec em' got the matte black carbine

im in time, waking light - money shade making me feel like I'm righteous -- but inside I lie 

and I might piss - right on yo grave - conscience tells me like this, just say it how you like it, make them pay

I'm taking names - and im like the nine tails - kyubi casting spells like some kunai out a suby, yellow lines trail

Im rare on the road, lickin some toads - dimethyltryptamine on phone, need some miligrams soakin up in my dome 

im making out a destiny that wasn't written in the stones -- im a new kind of hope, a new breed of al Capone

wolf wolfing down the spirits he does it on his alone - loans aint his soul thing he's rather pay cash for the throne 

Im not leasing up the world im leashing it bitch - you my own 

So arm up yo catapults im comin in swingin, breakin bones

PROPHET X MANA - RIDE WITH THA 9

PROPHET

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