An exclusive track i made for forlxrn's ep back in 2019

LXXIV - FVCK THE OPPOSITION [PROD. FORLXRN & SMOKERAW] (2019)

@chase_noir

fuck all that talking and shit
niggas know how i’m rocking and shit
brought a glock when walk in this bitch
got a chop in this bitch
and it’s built like a rocket and shit
if he popping, i’m launching this bitch

YOU THINK YOU BOUT IT LIL NIGGA?
YOUR FACE’LL GET POUNDED LIL NIGGA
YOU GOT IT? I DOUBT IT LIL NIGGA
GET GROUNDED LIL NIGGA
YOU MAD AND I’M COUNTING LIL NIGGA
I WET HIM, HE DROWNING LIL NIGGA
LIKE GRRRAH, GRRRAH

choppa gon eat his whole face up
I GOT THAT SHIT FOR A NIGGA WHO FAKE TOUGH
KILLING MY OPPS, I CAN’T DO SHIT BUT FACE BLUNTS
I’M ON YOUR BLOCK WITH THE GANG AND LIKE 8 GUNS
shïnï gäng shit, they can’t do shit but hate us
DON’T GIVE A FUCK, YOUR SHIT SUCK, NIGGA STRAIGHT UP
NOTHING BUT HITS, PUSSY BITCH, GET YOUR WEIGHT UP

all of my niggas sticked up like a veteran
38 shots, you get popped out your letterman
shout out t7 (@tripple777), you best watch your etiquette
these niggas soft, why the fuck you so delicate?
I LET IT POP, AND IT LEAVE HIM IRRELEVANT
I UP THE SHIT, HE GET HIT, AND THAT’S DEFINITE
YOPPA GON HIT ON HIS SKULL, LEAVE IT DESOLATE
LIKE UGH, UGH

run in your shit with the 30 clip
bitch i’m with midpack i’m rolling up dirty mid
who is this nigga? man, we never heard of him
if he want beef, he get cooked like a burger bitch
UP IN THE STREET WITH THE MOTHERFUCKING BURNER BITCH
BEEN TOLD THESE NIGGAS, MY NIGGAS BE MURDEROUS
WE PULLING TRIGGERS, MY NIGGAS IS MERCILESS

lil nigga i’m him, give a fuck what you saying
if i’m at your door, then you best get to praying
get down on the floor, up the mop, get to spraying
I SET IT IN STONE, I AIN’T MOTHERFUCKING PLAYING, LIL BITCH
MURK YOU RIGHT WHERE YOU LAYING, LIL BITCH
YOU WAS TALKING YOUR SHIT, WHY SHAKING LIL BITCH?
I MIGHT TIE DYE YOUR TEE, GET TO PAINTING YOUR SHIT

if you talking, i might get to rocking your shit
and when you on the ground, get to stomping your shit
niggas hating and shit, i’m unbothered as shit
in the back the whip, getting top from my bitch
you ain’t stopping this shit, got a glock with a switch
gotta watch who you with, niggas opping and shit
niggas stalking and shit, they gon jock on this shit
it’s still 88 bullets for coppers and shit
AND I’M BITCHING HIM OUT, GOT HIM SOBBING AND SHIT
IT’S STILL FUCK ALL THE CLOUT, NIGGAS SLOPPING AND SHIT
IF HE SENDING THEM SHOTS, THEN I’M BLOCKING HIS SHIT
IF HE WATCHING, I MIGHT GET TO CLOCKING HIS SHIT

MERCILESS FREESTYLE [PROD. BY CHASE NOIR]

NO PURPOSE FT. KASHIMOTU [PROD. ESTHETIC GLOOM & EZRAH]

PROD CRCL

[lyrics]

Im coming thru with some shit you cant hate/
Bitch I aint touch my phone ive been outside smoking reefer and dodging the jakes/
I cannot catch myself on no instagram app all day/
Man that shit so fucking lame/
Go get a hobby, you hear me? you copy? you nothing to ur parents except a shame/

I got the shotty blow brains, cobain/
Uppin that tommy, leave stains everyday/
Rock every stage like im alice in chains or im kanye west how I cut off the K/
Shorten the barrel but hit him from range/ 
Laser beam inside the acrua, make sure we accurate and shoot straight/
Yall dont wanna catch a stray/

Me neither, that’s another body for the case/
Triple homicide I guess imma call it a day/
SKERTTT to the crib and I roll up a j/
I get so high I could see outer space/

Feel paranoid and I feel outta place/
I fill the void with drugs and pain/
I put the needle inside my vein then leave the scene with blood and stains, whoa/

Im on top with the fye, aint a murder I won’t post/
Bitch im on instagram live at the borderline, boutta put ya mans inside hearse/
Im on the block, I got a bad bitch wit me, you wanna see what’s in her purse?/
If you get trippin she pull out that .45 then to go relax she take a perc/

Had to relax for a minute,  but im back with a vengeance im here for some business and commas/
Imma go make the news, take the views, then act the fuck out till they all been astonished, abolish/

Every student at the college/
Mercenary type you better not make a sound/
Hope ur phone on silent/
If i hear it then im finna go empty out every round/

Im walkin in with a pack of loud/
I build some shit just to tear it down/
I got a plan to carry out/
I walk in the bank and I carry it out/

She only wear chokers, her chain dont swing/
All black fit, that lil hoe scene/
But when we outside we aint ever seen/
Bitch I was puffin on indo, clutching on gen 4s and I was only 15/
I put a shot thru the front door/
Shot thru the window and I dont stop until I hear a scream/

Fuck a RING, we aint scared of cameras, I got a masks for that reason/
Still finna air it out, play that bitch back now I got his ass grieving/
Put the whole family in black, they got a funeral to attend/
Bitch, we spinning back with a new automatic im turning it to a 10

I turn a drive by to a slow down to a hop out then to death/
And the last thing yo bother saw was gun smoke on ya breath/
Bitch I won’t settle for less/
I dont care watchu claim I dont care watchu rep/
Everybody getting treated the same way, so throw up ya set while it go thru ya head/

STREAM

SHAME [PROD. CRCL] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

CANT STOP [PROD. ESTHETICGLOOM]

prod. Temichael
lyrics soon.
last track of 2024, more otw!

BLADE 2

@erutrun

i got no health
can i go home now
i am so alone now
it's every day, mane
it's all the same thing
i dont wanna hate things
but i cannot help it
everything seems to hate me
fuck all of the bullshit
i wont let em pull it
if i cant control it
how i'm meant to focus
hocus pocus locust
eminem, eminem is your friend
everybody is so fucking pretend
all your thoughts are jus incomprehensible
so i jus say woah cause ion even know what the fuck is goin on
gotta keep it slow
runnin outta room for these muthafuckin crews gotta make a fuckin move
finna see it thru

NO HEALTH (PROD. NURTURE)

Infrared, all up on the scope man! x5

Might just end up dead so quit all the fuckin talkin
Been about my shit ion do no fuckin gawkin 
Lost yo bro yeah I put his ass right in that coffin 
Bow down I’m the Batman to yo fuckin robin

Black on black that’s the fit man 
Creeping with my fist, cold like snowman 
My homie came to pick me up we in the sedan 
Get in a huddle start to talk about the gameplan 
Run in the trap and take the pack don’t be a deadman

Get a mask, load the gat, and then we run inside  
Get on the ground you might die if you don’t abide 
RVMAN coming through get to the side 

Look in my eyes their hollow cannot find life inside 
My boat sank so at the bottoms where I now reside 
You talking shit I feel the static so I’m finna rise 
Me and my homies are protected you can’t compromise 

I got some choppas and like tre the coming andale 
I’ll rip the flesh from your bones if you come out and play 
One wrong move and for you it becomes doomsday 
Your wrong move then turns into my payday

infrared! (Prod. whiteboimaxx)

YOU THiNK YOU KNOW ME by DOOMSLAYER
produced by NEXX (@user-358614566)(IG: @prod.nexx)
engineered, mixed, & mastered by Ledger (@ledgerbeats)(IG: @ledgerbeats)
artwork curated & edited by DOOMSLAYER, original credit to the game DOOM & it's developers.


lyrics:
(hook)
demons on my back cause electrostatic,
heat seeking missiles blow you off of the map (okay!)
boy get yo ass back, you ain't bout that action,
street sweeping deagle blow yo head off, no cap. (okay!)
bad little bitch said she wanna blow me, 
beggin on her knees, she say "please daddy, fuck me slowly".
stupid lil jit, swear that you the homie,
feel like i'm edge in this shit, you think you know me.

(verse)
get the fuck out my way i’m the king of the pit, bitch.
you don’t know about me, i’m a general misfit.
don’t give a fuck, i do not give a shit, bitch.
that ak go spray, make his corpse do a heelflip.

fuck boy never shoulda fucked wit a war dog.
fuck, he shoulda came strapped for the war, huh?
say goodnight, put his hands to the bedrock,
feel like seth rollins, pull up hit that curbstomp.

ain’t eat nothing for a week, you a beanstalk.
caught up in ya head, boy stuck with the shellshock.
leave his ass dead on the muhfuckin sidewalk.
stay strapped up like a dyke wit a big cock.

(hook)
demons on my back cause electrostatic,
heat seeking missiles blow you off of the map (okay!)
boy get yo ass back, you ain't bout that action,
street sweeping deagle blow yo head off, no cap. (okay!)
bad little bitch said she wanna blow me, 
beggin on her knees, she say "please daddy, fuck me slowly".
stupid lil jit, swear that you the homie,
feel like i'm edge in this shit, you think you know me.

AUSTiN 3:16
you sit there and you thump your bible, and you say your prayers, and it didn’t get you anywhere. talk about your psalms, talk about john 3:16, austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass !!

YOU THiNK YOU KNOW ME

YOU THiNK YOU KNOW ME {prod. NEXX}

lyrics:
used to have people that love me
start treating me like i’m nothin
now i’m like an emo bitch
and you a wrist that i’m cuttin
time to change the discussion 
because i’m coming no russian
clear the enemy faggot 
fucks 
and i’m uppercutting 
i grew up in new york
and left by slamming the door
leave my presence known
i dipped and now they begging for more
leave a bitch on the floor
i gotta go to the store
i’m in a van equip my rifle
i got hate to the core 
i hate niggas you can see it in my veins 
spider unit i ingrave it in my brain 
everybody fucking clones it’s all the same
i don’t want it ima crash it like a plane 

i’m a overlord
of the underground
hear in my sound
no one making noise 
no one coming round 
know they wanted more
looking like some clowns
and i’m pressure bound
bitch i gotta win
and i want it now 

pussy i ain’t heard of you
i might murder you
come and try
to fuck a nigga up
if you got courage to 
you a fuck nigga
you ain’t even worth the tool
pull up looking 
like a fucking skeleton
i’m hurting you

Listen

OVERLORD

Some sort of direction.

Production and art by the goat @wasbeatz

Lyrics:

Climb up quick to get crossed out the way 

You been hoping on dick like a moth to the flame 

getting to it quick but they got in the way 

Gonna Alter this perception we get caught in the paint


Blood stained sheets and blood stained walls

Bitch walking  out the forage hear the birds they call 

Waver in the neurons like its anybody's fault

In the soil he a pellet cant tell anyone at all 



Conditions of light 

Up at the top gonna slip into sight 

Gotta get a respite 

A lick and a bite 

Pull up on us 

He get hit wita pipe 

No visitors type 


War song sung to the ground with the war drum 

Chipped in r-fid when the lord come 

Stay down might dip at the mourn sun 

May douse my wrist till its froze up 



I made, I made a mess


I cant seem to grasp on 



Certain, certain, certain materials 

I just wanna see the truth 


Purpose you counterfeit 

Working so everything balances 

No one deserve 

What your boutta get 

Counting it 

Up 

While 

The serpents 

Surrounding it 

Down on my luck 

But I'm learning to 

Counter it 


Counting my take in my background off 

Few more gates till I pass out drunk 

Boy wanna be great take the trash out bruh 

Telephone game you gon pass that on 


Feelings from the top down 

One by one its cross out 

We ain't having fun so jam the cauldron and you locked out 


I could never stop now 

All the homies  pop out 

I can feel the heat its raising up you In the dog pound 





FINAL DOSE [PROD. W A S]

SHÏNÏ GÄNG.

BEATS/CONTACT: yungflexlaflare@gmail.com

MERCILESS FREESTYLE [PROD. BY CHASE NOIR]

YUNG FLEX