STREAM HERE: https://earache.lnk.to/numb

Prod: @Skotskr

Lyrics:
I just turn a blind eye to myself
No feeling left to give, I dont know how
Tunnelled emotions, I'm numb to the pain
(numb to the pain)

Nicotine inside of me, can't quit it
It's hard to breathe, (It's hard to breathe)
It's hard to breathe, (It's hard to breathe)
This weed, It don't help me
It just makes me forget
Oh no no I wake up and just put on a smile and pretend (I pretend, I pretend)
And I bleed, and I bleed
But I keep it on the inside
No, you aint got the invite
No, you aint got the invite

Hearts, I wish I coulda broke them faster
Patch it up and move on from the past yuh
Plasters, cover my bones from the answers
Roaches under the carpet, I'm starving

I just turn a blind eye to myself
No feeling left to give, I don't know how
Tunnelled emotions, I'm numb to the pain
(numb to the pain)

Wow, how my life turned around
Really done did my sound
Never used to have these p’s
Never used to have this crowd, Like how?
Really gonna get this now
Ain't nobody gonna keep me down
I keep myself from ever moving ground
I retaliate, gotta kick the bad habits gotta stay awake
Wanna step a foot outside but the body ache
I ain’t tryna get the slice that somebody ate
If I ever did you wrong, then I'm sorry mate
I apologize I was in a sorry state
I don't wanna victimize imma keep it straight
I ain’t tryna summerise all my mistakes
I'll save that for another day

(I just turn a blind eye to myself
No feelings left to give, I don't know how
Tunnelled emotions, I'm numb to the pain
numb to the pain)

ABSENCE

NUMB

STREAM HERE

GET UP !

ALL PLATFORMS

GET UP ! (PROD. VEINN)

PROD. ME

LYRICS:

I, ONLY MAKE SOMETHING DIE QUICKER
COULDN'T FUCK WITH ME 'CAUSE MY BLOOD THICKER
FUCK, EVERYBODY I'M FUCKING BITTER
I'M NOT FINISHED BITCH I'M A FUCKING SINNER

GO TELL THEM FUCKING PEOPLE GIVE IT UP
YOU COULDN'T KILL ME IF YOU HIT ME WITH A FUCKING TRUCK
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE AND I FORGOT TO FUCKING JUMP
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I PROMISE YOU I'M GETTING UP

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

FUCK, WHAT YOU HEARD 'BOUT ME
BET I COULD CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FUCKING FRONT TEETH
AND Y'ALL DON'T KNOW SHIT, TELL 'EM LIVING NOT FREE
AND NOBODY I GOT, GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME

BACK TO PUTTING PEOPLE IN THE FUCKING GROUND
PUSH HIS FUCKING HEAD UNTIL HE FUCKING DROWN
CAN'T FUCK WITH ME GO FUCK 'ROUND WITH SOMEBODY ELSE
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK AND FUCKING GO TO HELL

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

MUSIC VIDEO

I CAN CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FRONT TEETH

lyrics:

I get this feelin only one way
Better answer the door
I know the kids feel nostalgia 
So I betta the cause
An im a product of the people
Who just ran this amiss
We feelin, out of touch
So we bury the past

I’m on a train fulla heathens
Headed southbound 
I pull a fool out my pocket
While we livin it up
I act the same in the presence
Of my fueled friends
Needa boost to they ego
So they kickin me out

I’m screaming no way
You can’t! Speaking to me like I am
No - thing! I ain’t
The proudest owner, fucking use me
Just drown inside the hole
When a conscious deem me relevant
Filled with lust I’m goin at her

Safe in the sound, but it don’t goes
Suffered and sickness, overload 
If I know manic, you a damn prowess
Wallow in scenes, an episode
I can’t get nothin right 
It seem my word is epidemic
Life in a wild place
But really it’s so damn unsettled 

Speak your name in every language
Cause you so conceited 
Back when you were signs 
Of growin proper, foolishly believed it
An now I’m sitting on the edge
Cause I feel I fucked my chance 
Alimony to myself and give the funds 
To make a stance

Can’t the kids just give a fuck
Seem to me there ain’t a way
Proper mix of apathetic apparitions
With no face
Life is killa, loathe sin with eyes
We all just passed out
Train tracks, tied to the side
I wanna, feel something 
Maybe get some of the purpose out it
It’s not that sad to see the futile, old and traveled summit

So fucking figure it out

I had a thing for the bitches 
That were get go 
On the move for them riches 
Second natured to love
But now the facts of a fallacy 
Gon latch on
Tellin girly bout her man 
And how he fuckin it up

I’m screaming no way
You can’t! Speaking to me like I am
No - thing! I ain’t
The proudest owner, fucking use me
Just drown inside the hole
When a conscious deem me relevant
Filled with lust I’m goin at her

Place in your existence 
Yeah you’ll be here whether liked or not
You hope for form of matrimony 
Killed with hope you slowly rot
For life without you suffer
Unhand me holy mothers
For fucked in spite of grudges kept
I leave my life with yours at best

Case been allotted
You were never close friends
An playa got his dick wet 
Before they held hands
Just a comment, I struggle with the truth
I think I’m cursed for being honest
You meet me with resentment
So I rewrite all my topics

nervexx

why we scream. (prod. morecalcium)

Lyrics: 

HEY, ITS MK WITH THE BLADE
AJ ON THE BEAT, LIL RETRO CHARGING 808$
LIKE HEY, BASS, THAT HIT YOU FACE
KNOCKING OUT YOUR SPEAKERS LIKE TYSON IN 88’’

ITS FUCK THE WORLD SHIT
IMA GET MY PEARLS, DIAMONDS, DOOBIES AND CORPSES; WHERE THE FUCKING WHORES IS?
I BEEN ON MY FUCKSHIT LATELY,
I DONT GIVE FUCK WHO FUCKING HATES ME
LIKE FUCK YOU AND YOUR BABIES
NOW WE WHIPPIN’ PORSCHES, WE USED TO HANG ON PORCHES
MY LIFE AINT ABORTED YET SO SHIT, IT MIGHT WORTH IT 
HANGING EVERYDAY WITH THEM DAY ONES
DROPPING LIKE TRACKS LIKE A PACK IN THE A1’S
HEAVY HITS, THAT WHAT EVERYONE AROUND ME GETS
LIKE A VODKA FIFTH YOU SIP UNTILL YOU LIE IN PISS
PISSED OFF AT NOBODY BUT YA FUCKING SELF
BUT YOU KEEP KNOCKING DOWN MY DOOR WHENEVER YOU NEED HELP

HEY, ITS MK WITH THE BLADE
AJ ON THE BEAT, LIL RETRO CHARGING 808$
LIKE HEY, BASS THAT HIT YOU FACE
KNOCKING OUT YOUR SPEAKERS LIKE TYSON IN 88’’

IM DISGUSTED
I CANT GET THIS FUCK SHIT OUT MY HEAD STUCK IN THE FUNCTION
TWITCHING OFF THE DRUGS AND THESE MOTHERFUCKERS STILL BUMPING ME
RUN WITH ME, TALK TO ME, OFFERING EVERYTHING I HAVE UNTILL THE COFFIN PUT DEATH ON ME
CALLING THE DEVIL, MOVE THE PAWNS ON MY LEVEL, HOE
ROB WITH THE METAL, GOT A DOG ON THE FELLOW GHOST OFF I AINT EVER LEVEL HEADED MENTAL ALWAYS ELEVATED PISTOL GRIP, FOR HEAVEN SAKE I PROMISE NOT EVEN HEAVEN SAFE

fourth circle (prod. adjacen7)

Ig:
the one and only @missingfactxr
featuring/artwork: @spiiral_
produced by @rulz.on

Factxr:

Lets keep it a buck!
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain’t nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens yeah
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace,
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

they in the need to see doctors
When i am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked it
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Spiiral:

put aside your forgotten means
got no time for lobotomies
i’ve been doing reconnaissance
and there’s nothing inside of me

been unlucky as of lately
feeling so hazy
black cat crazy
yuh, ay

put the foot to the floor
watch out now i’m hitting the dash
don’t hang round me, leave silently
no cos you’ll never last

going too fast, amphetamine
feel it deep down there’s hell in me
reaper watching, too loco
now this is my epitaph

locked deep down in the grave won’t find me
ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
souls exposed to the light, unkindly
in the quicksand, you’ll stay untimely

demise i relight this war
bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
decline i feel like i’m lost
saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh

SPOTiFY

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

WxRSHiP ME!!! (W/VIRUS)

cover art by @turpledaggers (ig)
mixed by @shewaslikeheroin (ig)
@sugszeey (ig)
@shneakywithit (ig)

lyrics:

(vexx)
Time got stopped
So I’ll wait a minute
Roll heads for I go, need a subject
Self made, neva need no opinion
But when your shawty here an ducking
She gon tell me that I look good

Tear me from the gutter, throw a lifeline
Imma little under pressure
Think I need a little love
But I’m steady staying ready for the right type
Bet if I got to lead her to the door
Id take her home
Takin the loss I hit a switch up

Pop that, fienin, off benzos
Can’t be livin in the past
Where you been bitch?
Flow immaculate, it feel psychedelic
I make your trip up over nothin
Keep it clean when your brain splat

Now the kids don’t, don’t fuck wit us
Neva caring, call it sad, but they popping up
Incremental, how we creeping
Underground into the mainstream
Hatin cause I’m grinning
Watch your act, you wanna stay clean

Imma spin it, tap that win it
Fly mothafucka
Keep them rags up out my business
Funny how you working OT, dying, peep that 9 - 5
See me passed out, an I got none but time bitch!

(sugs)
Rip up the fine print
Hate a “pick me” kid, been itching to find sense
Kicked her out, the prying get under my skin
Cue the crying, cue the tiniest violins
Can’t spill, spilled once, got fucked over
Dodge q’s, get drunk, ten King Cobras
Need my silence, Depeche
Crack wrists, get dressed, get sunk, now funs over
Green inside the blunt and the cup with the color ube
Dirty pic from Pippa, i’m trippin out to the UK
Shop in piggy latin i’m picking up something ewnay
Y’all are fools gold, what more can you fools say?
Plots on, know i’m too late
show up nothin but a dart and a cool case, kneel down
Spark da grass call em Neil, mayn
Show face, greet, grit teeth, aw man
Peel out, foot off the edge
Stuck in between the attack and defense
Can’t fool me, me and Nerve like two face
Two fingers from the pinky stand up so please don’t

(vexx)
Don’t, don’t fuck wit us
Neva caring, call it sad, but they popping up
Incremental, how we creeping
Underground into the mainstream
Hatin cause I’m grinning
Watch your act, you wanna stay clean

Imma spin it, tap that win it
Fly mothafucka
Keep them rags up out my business
Funny how you working OT, dying, peep that 9 - 5
See me passed out, an I got none but time bitch!

Stature be ya weakness, got me having a look down
Shortest straw up in ya genus
See selection made the rounds
Flic me, big body, savvy, been too capable it’s facts
Neva pressed to seek attention rather keep me under wraps

Imma, throat killer, back stabbed filler
Scan my circle, didn’t see no winners
Realness in the brain, know it run through my capillaries
Then why do I keep seeking out my self as an adversary?

(sugs)
Please bring an adversary, need to clash
These brass rings to teeth could
Take things from bad to very worse
Beat em til my hand loose, no Fast and Furious
See, got no more damn room for man in my chariot
Making a pile, can’t take any mine
Wash face when I wake then break down inside
Can’t pay for the price that it cost to be fine
Got lots on the plate but no peace of the mind
Get busy, no bad thoughts when lost in the kizzy
Swinging through the stars off the cart, Miss Frizzy
Parked bus at the back of bank, with a big ass bag
Part the teller from the bills, no kidding

lifeline w/ sugs (prod. shneaky)

LYRICS:

THIS NOT HOW SHIT WORK
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU INVINCIBLE
YOU JUST BEEN UPSET SO YOU BEEN LYING TO THE INTERNET
FOCUS ON MY WORK
ACT LIKE I'M INVISIBLE
I BEEN OUT IN CALI MAKING MONEY WITH MY FUCKING SET
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW NO BETTER
WHO FUCKING RAISED YOU
SHIT I COULD DO IT BETTER
SAID PUT Y'ALL HANDS UP
SHOOT FIRST ASK QUESTIONS LATER
I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING CREDIT BITCH I BLEED PAPER

DON'T NEED NO HELP TO FUCK MY LIFE UP
FIGURE I KEEP LIVING HOW I'M LIVING SPED MY TIME UP
BITCH I DON'T PICK IT BUT I'M RIGHT
SHIT I'LL BE BETTER ONCE I SENT YOU IN THAT LIGHT
I'M SPINNIN' BROCK THEN FIFTY I CAN'T PICK WHAT TIME IT IS
I'M WAKIN' UP ON FUCK A DAY I'M LIVING IN THIS BITCH
SHIT MY DEPRESSION COMING BACK AND HITTIN' HARDER SHIT
BUT I'LL LET THAT KILL ME ONCE I SEEN YOU HATE I'M FUCKING RICH

THIS NOT HOW SHIT WORK
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU INVINCIBLE
YOU JUST BEEN UPSET SO YOU BEEN LYING TO THE INTERNET
FOCUS ON MY WORK
ACT LIKE I'M INVISIBLE
I BEEN OUT IN CALI MAKING MONEY WITH MY FUCKING SET
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW NO BETTER
WHO FUCKING RAISED YOU
SHIT I COULD DO IT BETTER
SAID PUT Y'ALL HANDS UP
SHOOT FIRST ASK QUESTIONS LATER
I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING CREDIT BITCH I BLEED PAPER

I GOT MY CASE FITTED
TWO MINUTES
I BE IN A DIFFERENT CITY
CUT LIMITS
FIGURE OUT IT'S ME PICKING
STILL DRINKING
I DON'T NEED TO TAKE PICTURES
I'M STILL IN IT

WOAH x32

BUG [PROD. LUNAR VISION]

Art by @sammyfendi via IG

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by TRIPLE777

LYRICS:

Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
The matrix treats us all like mental patients no bitch I got no patience we all under surveillance,
The CIA tryna make us all complacent the NSA gets paid and then all our taxes get taken,
They keep you spiritually shaken,
Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation,
Hacking into life I’m Patrick Bateman,
This a break through psychiatric break in,
3rd eye open manifest high fashion,
3rd eye showin that I best take action,
I’ll die knowin god blessed my passion,
I’m open to it all that’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
Check it,
Feel my energy a Motha fuckin beacon 
a vessel of god you can feel it when I’m speakin,
I would never give it up to any of these demons 
Ima make em fall and I ain’t talking that season,
You fuckin punk bitch,
Who the fuck you think you playin with you dumb bitch,
I hope that sunk in,
I be really livin everything you bumpin,
Recently I had to watch my back myself,
And reassure everything that’s whack I felt,
Sorry not, (NOT SORRY) sorry to the hell,
They was tryna keep me all up inside of a cell,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction.

TAMAGOTCHI

MERCYKILL

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