Symbol of the Sinner (cursedmusic2008)

HAKAISHIN

HAKAISHIN [prod. Undead Ronin]

01. Jazz Solo Cup (Prod. TuMaggz x DiddyJameson)
02. Immurement (Prod. TuMaggz)

LYRICS:

(Jazz Solo Cup):

Ain’t slept good in a minute 
Not a second pass I don’t think
Burning eyes when I blink
Fertilize minds no shrink
Brita water really only thing I drink
Cuz it poison coming out the sink 
I’ve said this shit once before
But I really think I’m on the brink

All that cap rap shit you makin
I don’t wanna hear another word
All that rap cash you sadly making
Really that shit absurd
Like a glass lamp you so fragile
I just wanna steer the herd
I don’t really fuck with nerds
All the stats backwards
Should be grateful just to get those clicks

Oh shit
You see I get momentum now you wanna take a pic
Watch me hit a milli get em all up on my dick
Stay true to myself clout makes me sick
Straight out the grave smoke a blunt the face
Walking on bodies they make up this cave
All you smell is the dank and a waft of decay
I don’t vibe your thinking I’m stuck in my ways

Really fucked up in my head from the past
Don’t talk to strangers I’m standing on that 
Tell my kids not to trust every person they meet 
Cause a smile’s deceiving they prey on the weak
Stay in the city to get up my bread
Then I’m out to the forest to bury my bed
Fuck what you heard 
This what I said
If you wanna come try you can die in the shed

(IMMUREMENT)

Stuck in dis room
Feels like a tomb
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feeling doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Smoking this blunt lift me up
No liquor it’s juice in my cup
I wish y’all would shut the fuck up
Smoking that kush til I’m lit 
Drink gin with that sprite til I’m sick
I wish y’all would get off my dick

Ain’t slept good in a hot ass minute
Still putting work in the kitchen
Ain’t talking bout a job I be cooking for my children 
Ion want none of y’all up in my business
If I said that shit I meant it
And if I made that beat then I need my credit

Swear to god y’all niggas too slow
Like a pod in a vape you blown
I can’t beef with no pussy on the net I’m grown 
If you don’t relate you can skip this song
Cuz I’m done worrying bout your judgement 
If you ain’t fucking with me move along

Cuz the rest of these niggas straight bitches
Cuz I know these niggas are potential snitches
Cuz I know these niggas craving them riches
Money 
Clout
Fuck an image rather hand out stitches 
And in reality that shit real sad
I can’t imagine being so down bad 
If these niggas got you feeling mad
Scream FUCK A FAD

Stuck in this room
Feels like a tomb 
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feelin doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Please Rewind

PYRAMID (PROD. ZYLLER x ZEPPLIN)

prod vince.m10
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/gekxta/

LYRICS:
I’m sipping on wok 
While you sip on robatussin 
Imma kill a mutha fucka
& there’s no discussion 
imma leave his bloody body
looking so disgusting 
I been doing this so long 
That it really ain’t nothing 

B-B-Break inside yo home 
And you know that I’m clutching 
We can get it brackin
And that choppa starts bussin’
Had to put my phone on don’t disturb 
it keeps buzzing 
gotta be a custy 
Maybe it’s yo bitch or something 

you don’t fucking know me 
So stop making yo assumptions 
catch you at the show 
And I’m dumping with a hunnid 
All these chopper’s on me 
Got that pussy boy running 
Put a hole Inside his body 
size of a Funyun

Tuck it 
Up it 
Fuck it 
Bust it x8

Choppa Alabama 
The way its fucking yo cousin
Got long guns like a musket 
Blowing shit like a trumpet
Bitch I’m tired of yo fussing 
F-F-Fuck these stupid hoes
All that shit Im never trusting 
Leave everybody dead 
like “no Russian”

Beat his brains in like concussion 
Man I’m always up to something 
Brand new grills I’m looking stunning 
Sit and wait for prey like hunting 
Kick his head in like I’m punting 
Breaking limbs I love the crunching 
Imma break em til they’re crumbling 
Load up slugs & then I’m pumping 
Bust his head apart like pumpkins 
Talking hot then imma slump him 
Turn my music up I’m bumpin
Speak up pussy stop the mumbling 
get the bag that you keep fumbling 
I’m still hungry for this shit 
so my stomach keeps on rumbling 

Tuck it 
Up it 
Fuck it 
Bust it x8

I’m sipping on wok 
While you sip on robatussin 
Imma kill a mutha fucka
& there’s no discussion 
imma leave his bloody body
looking so disgusting 
I been doing this so long 
That it really ain’t nothing x2

TUCK IT, UP IT

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

PROPHET X MILITXNT - 30 ROUND'S

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats & @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz
accompanying visual directed by Ty.Psd and Jared Huber

EGREGIA

PROD ARAGOTH + VINCE.M10
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

LYRICS:

MILITXNT:
Stomp on his face with my motherfucking timberlands
 grabbing the knife bouta commit a sin again 
spinning the  block like a mf ceiling fan
 move on ya block I don’t need to be vigilant
 pull up to ya spot with a motherfucking  two piece 
roll ya ass up like a motherfucking loos leaf 
That pussy  boy talk but the mag barking louder 
smoking his family his tree turn to powder
 family is crying I’m burning his flowers 
guts on the floor u know we can devour
 kill Tracy don’t talk to crazy
put ya hands down u not banging 
speak again there’s no more waiting 
hit ya family where there laying 
u talk like a gangster you nothing but bitch made 
carve out his body it’s empty got blood stains
all on my face cus we ripped em up Ak 
stick at ya grandmothers why u ain’t pack shit
 always on me make that pussy do back flips 
taking his bag count it up I can’t stack shit 
broke lil bitch u ain’t never gonna make it 
speak on the gang know I’m coming with big sticks
 reload the Glock give me time got some big clips 
sharpen my knife ready fuck em up wrist slits

PROPHET:
I’m in Lawrence MA 
Come out here we can play 
Got a big Mac 11 
Disfigure yo face 
You ain’t going to heaven 
Ain’t leaving no trace 
Lay down your family 
Put them in a grave 
Broke little fxggot 
Speak on homies name
stomp on your head 
Til I start seeing brains 
Breaking your jaw 
Put your face on the pave
You want the smoke 
I can fly outta state 
Pull up at your door 
We know right where you stay 
Got rugers with Glocks 
And a couple ak’s  
We gon pull up 
And won’t leave til your slain 
You get beat down 
And we’re snatching yo chain 
ain’t met a real one
This shit ain’t a game 
Rep for the set
I put on for the gang 
I’m with some og’s
That put in the pain 
Cut up your body 
And watch the blood drain 
I hope you die 
From a needle in vein
OD on fentanyl
Laced with your Caine 
Turn you to a puddle 
I’m leaving a stain 
If you got a bitch 
She my side, not a main 
She wanna slide 
Got her wet like the rain 
I am animal 
You cannot tame 
I need the money 
You’re in it for fame 
Pussy your fucking 
career is a shame 
Look at your face 
I can see you’re a lame 
I got advice for you 
stay in your lane 
Killing brings joy 
That I cannot contain 
I’ll keep on killing 
Long as I remain

MILITXNT X PROPHET - WEKILLEDTRACY

RAATMA

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Im not a master im gone,
Abyss is my bitch im the son,
Shining so bright come along,
Teeth diamond, faded from the morsels in the cup
Sippin mushies from a tea bag, did you see that 
Shapes bendin like yo mama kept it secret does it seem bad
Beam-lead out my fuckin chrome - you a bean bag 
Spillin out on the floor, make a mess yo team sad
Hacky-sacky aint so fun when your homie bleedin, feel that?
Hackin this terror out my system need a clean rag
Wipe the blood off my katana, ronin de-man
Lead with - dishonor and a motherfuckin seq-eunce
Im the ghost, a duely host for this clean man
Did you hear me are you thinkin im a mean man 
Most of the time im kinda nice but ive seen shit
So I handle knife like a motherfuckin genius,,
Scriptz
Yeah
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Great
 Energy 
   Never 
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          Set
Shadow isnt fuckin castin cuz im the one pick
Plucking heart strings, rappin bout the hard things you a bitch
I can never be a fan had to become artist 
Supple touch for these hoes cuz they've been through hard shit
Lest they want a fuckin poundin cuz I have a lot to give
Vigorous soon viral, now she burnin when she piss me off
Intelligent, not irrelevant, smoke it one drag for the hell of it
iil embellish it, desert eagle with some gold trim to elevate,
like to bring shit to a higher level than I found it with 
peel back all those layers, strip those bitches from their shell n shit
Like to make em better, and bit wetter, wake up in my bed girl,
Ill scribe the medicine, your name into the next world
What I mean is im the demi-urge to kill a god
Sky's fuckin burning now, apostles off their horse and sloths
Im not a master im gone,
Abyss is my bitch im the son,
Shining so bright come along,
Teeth diamond, faded from the morsels in the cup

GHOST TALK (PROD. LLOUIS)

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats
engineered by @tumaggz

TUCK IT, UP IT

PROPHET

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