SXREPH X MVZI - BLOOD MOON [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

WHATS LOST IN THE STARS [ft. MVKO] [prod. roosevelt]

Big Melancholy x Faceless 1-7 X prod .kenny- Let It Bang

Cigarette Cyst - CoaastGxd and @j_mattson
Produced by @vermin666
Mixed and Master by @netuhbeats
Art by Halo Blaack

lyrics
Drip when I walk from the blood on my heels
I drag fists on the concrete
Scraping my knuckles
I gotta cyst in my throat from the cigarette smoke
I dropped wrist to the grindstone
I've given up hope
Ive got no chance now at making it out
My head spins and aches 
I tried shaking it out
but the sounds were too loud
I'm making a vow
that before I pull the trigger I'll be taking a bow
Turn around and spray my brain over the crowd
What they gonna think of me now?
My thoughts got lost with my head in the clouds
and they only give a fuck if you down
or you dead in the ground
Now I got a little clout they be coming around
Paint my face like a clown
Smile cover the frown
Chin deep in the swamp and I'm starting to drown
So pretty please just let me down
Drip when I walk from the blood on my heels
I drag fists on the concrete
Scraping my knuckles
I gotta cyst in my throat from the cigarette smoke
I dropped wrist to the grindstone
I've given up hope
Ive got no more time
Gotta leave it behind
I lost hope
I tossed rope to anchor the line
Its been four whole weeks since I seen the shine of the sun
Stuck in place on the run

Long day long year long life hoe 
Hate myself forgive myself repeat the cycle 
Weed dependence so I keep my fucking eyes low
No friends stay inn like Shiloh 
Independent til I end it on a high note 
You don’t wanna know the depths of which that id go 
Just to prove a fucking point bitch I’m a psycho
Swing blade see blood no type o
And I find it kinda hard to be a nice person 
I might worsen ya life if it’s the right circumstance 
Stances, spillin blood it’s romantic you can get murdered no one heard u just vanish lil bitch 
I hate everyone on the planet been manic
Doin shit no one understand it’s alright been the type stay awake through the night 
End my life bitch I might I don’t got too much fight left

Cigarette Cyst

Cigarette Cyst w/ Jmattson [Prod. Vermin]

MOBBS RADICAL- GHOSTS OF FUKUSHIMA(PROD. JON LOC)

prod nug
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
I came out the gutter
I stayed with my brothers
We put him down under 
The shotty like thunder 
Said fuck all your honor 
yo bitch in a collar 
she turned to a crawler 
She sucked for a dollar 
she fucked for the guala 
fucking on somebodies daughter 
don’t know her name 
Cuz I won’t even bother 
I been a menace 
Even since a toddler 
crazy and manic 
I play with my choppa 
No nle choppa 
But I’m with the shotta’s 
I know y’all pussies 
cuz none of y’all shot us 
Bust his head open 
like fucking piñata’s
do what I wanna 
& do what I gotta 
The fear I will conquer 
Sit with my thoughts and I ponder 
How did I end up here?
Sometimes I wonder 
My demons i conjure 
Won’t live to much longer 
Only reason I’m still here 
Cuz I’m stronger  
Humans cannot stand the curse 
Of the father 
Drinking his blood 
turn the blood into water 
First imma stalker 
And then imma robber 
I am the hunter 
Welcome to the slaughter 
Suicide ritual 
I will not stop her 
See you In hell 
you will suffer 
I hope the devil accepts my new offer 
You’ll see all the power 
There’s blood in the rain 
So I wait for the shower 
I am the king at the top of the tower 
Emperor prophet was born to devour 
I come alive at the witching hour 
Try to fight me but I counter 
Scream the war cry
it can’t get and louder 
Turn him to ashes and powder
I am the leader
Take care of my scouters 
watch out for prowlers 
I can’t associate with any cowards 
Dig up a grave 
And you turn into flowers 
I'm with a pack of the wolves and they're howlers
Spewing this hate and the taste is so sour 

Sword and a shield 
With the rage that I feel 
It’s a war in my head 
And I’m hungry for kills 
Take out the dagger 
And peel 
Visual memory
Nothings more real 
It’s so intense 
It’s surreal
Welcome to battlefield 

Welcome back home
To a world thats unknown
To a place that’s so cold
I can feel it in my bones 
The devil took my soul 
Now it’s his own
I’m in the zone
Better watch your tone

Welcome to The Slaughter

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced @zepelinbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

ICONOCLAST

SEE U IN HEL

MOBBS RADICAL — SOUTHSIDEVILLAIN(PROD. JON LOC)

We’re back... 

Tracked/Mixed/Mastered by @thornwallstudios 
Produced by @thornwallstudios 

Lyrics 

VERSE 1: Eidolon 

Been a long time but bitch I need mine 
Too many pressures pushin my spine 
Sing a sad song but look you aint die 
Butcher this beat my meat be mankind 
Chewin on bullets sippin on rye 
Too much now my liver ain’t right 
Came back a wolf I kill and you cry
Summoned back bitch we permanent night 

Spun around quick like your crosses 
Two sick for the mother fucking office 
You sit on a bed of fear and caution 
We’re on a mountain of mother fucking coffins 
It’s awesome 

Since I was a kid I knew that we was something special 
Mix a little bit of depression with a bit of heavy metal 
Add a pinch of some hip-hop mix in some deadbeat dads and then 
divine intervention that would off your fucking head 

Still go ape shit 
You hate it 
The coven still the greatest 
from shows in the basement 
To making a statement 
 
VERSE 2: Richmaiden

two cuts how’d I miss my vein 
so close but I’m so far away
way down to the coast line 
don’t give a fuck about a co-sign 
anybody wanna know why maiden be afraid to close his eyes?
I don’t wanna see the ghosts in my dreams 
nah ion wanna see a ghost when I wake up in the middle of the night again 
screaming and gripping tight onto anything I can feel or fear anything that I might have been 
I will never be no one 
I, the lone abondoned son 
I got willett in my cup you sipping on jameson
wanna be able to feel like i can pull myself together somehow 
wanna be able to rest my soul when the sun goes down 

I still hear you in my conscience 
you’re so far away...

PACT (prod. Thornwall)

@CoaastGxd - Threnody for My Enemies
Produced, Mixed and Mastered by @netuhbeats
Artwork by @haloblaack

lyrics
Can I get a FUCK YOU from the misfits
Every motherfucking kid who didn't fit in
Picked on
Kicked, stomped cause they different
Thick skin cracks quick if you give in

For every time I had to hear a mother fucker tell me I should just get over it
For any person trynna put up with their parents pushing "Why can't you be sober kid?"
For the innocent exiles who trek miles
Only find holy projectiles
and textiles operations run by some reptiles
A flesh pile stretched into hide for a blessed child
Try to find a place to hide for the next while
The army of the dead has risen
Shits boutta get wild
I'm done apologizing to the apathetic
Get decapitated and I left your fucking head up in the bread aisle

No glocks
Just scythes and a dark horde
Got these kids yelling out to the dark lord
And I aint talking bout the devil
I'm a walking god
I'ma spare the child and spoil you with the fucking rod

I got flows that kill foes
I'm filling the cemetery
and don't stop running
Death comes for the sedentary
The time slows down
Don't panic
Its momentary
You're ten toes down
Froze out in the mortuary


I'm a crazy mother fucker
Swing the blade 
I aim to sunder
Under cover from another lame
They trynna cop my thunder
and I wonder when the rubble overcomes the over/under
On the day we all become a babe to suckle from the mother
Land a boat along the shore so we can forcefully plunder
Openly I'm hoping we can see the end of each other
And when the world falls down will you stand or suffer?
Dead men down cant count numbers

So tonight's the night I light a candle for your family
It cant suffice
I roll the dice against my sanity
Might I try to find a common enemy
I'm the bad guy and this is just a threnody

Welcome to The Slaughter

PROPHET