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Zach Rabbit

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14. Califa Thugs - Califa Thugs Beat (Instrumental)

SPM, Mr, Shadow and Lil Bandit - Ohh Oweee

J-Mack - Three Wheelin In A Tre

Too Short - I Need A Freak

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RUN! (PROD. APOC KRYSIS)

RAISED IN HELL (PROD. APOC KRYSIS)

DONE FUCKIN AROUND (PROD. APOC KRYSIS)

TALKIN DAT SHYT (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

DA ENEMY (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

REST YO SOUL 2K18 FEAT KALI LO (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

MASTERED BY ZACH RABBIT
PRODUCED BY YOUNG STOVE
Lyrics :
[Verse 1]
Mane I been here too many times before
scared with no damn where to go.
Gripping on my plastic tone,
hopin im gone make it home.
Sirens closing in on me.
Duck off through the backstreets .
Threw my hoodie in the trash,
descriptions won't be fittin me
Blasted on that ass
without no mask and now i'm here...
Pussy niggas layin wounded
kuz they didnt think I will.
But I did and that's they ass
and now my ass is on the run.
I was gone before his body fell,
Blood filled up his lungs.
Because this is what you get
you fuck with mine and that's a homicide.
Killer in my nature bitch
my family name is full of pride.
We don't bar no shit, bitch that's yo life
if we come get yo ass.
If I must then i would sacrifice
to see this nina blast.
Now that's that shit that you can not relate to 
bitch i'm built for war...
People killing people,
I done seen it too many times before.
I was brought up in family 
full of violence and death.
I could use this hatred to crush
anyone til nothings left.
You don't know me bitch
My nigga Harris is my last name...
Anna that we pack could burn 
Satan himself with massive flames.
I cant help it trick
kuz I was born into this crazy shit.
Uncles killing uncles,
mommas, daddys, cousins in the pen.
Imagine being 4 years old
and blood was splattered all over the room.
Family members fighting
covered head to toe in crimson goo.
wondering why the people that I loved 
was filled with so much hate.
back against the wall with no idea
as what i'm sposed to do.
Back to reality, thats one mo casualty.
Niggas be talkin, and know nothing bout me
I run wit a tec tryna wet up the enemies
to the extremity, horrible energy.
Releasing this demonic entity
Boost my abilities
damage me mentally...
Take one mo swig of the energy
boost my adrenaline
this is my penalty.
Nigga i'm leaning 
my vision impaired 
all of the adrenaline gone,
Mane its dark
and i'm way too far away from home.
I don't think i'm gonna make it back this time
layin there, possessed, gripping on a empty 9...
[Verse 2]
Jump up out my sleep
I heard a noise that shit done startled me.
Dropped the mag and looked,
its not a single bullet in the heat!
Who could it be?
Is it the police kuz they haven't caught me yet
Or maybe its the homies of 
the niggas i left bloody wet.
Fuck it mane
Tryna think but I ain't got no time for dat
I jumped this fence dipped
from the neighborhood through the back
I don't know what it is but
Zach will not go out like that
lot niggas hatin'
anyone could be the nigga that
woke me up up out my sleep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep
incase this nigga catch up
or i don't make it back home in one piece.
now mane ain't this is a bitch...
Dead end, fuck i'm stuck.
I cant go back that way mane but right here,
i'm a sitting duck.
Turned around and ran 
when i looked up i seen a silhouette 
of a myself, blast me in my chest
left me bloody wet.
Walked up stood over me
reloaded his 9
now i'm fosho
that I will not make it home this time.
blast me in my face
one twice, then a third.
My eyes burned from watching
the muzzle flash, makin' my stomach churn
All this heat that I feel.
God damn, ain't this a bitch.
I can feel my feel myself fading out, 
mane this is it
then a forth, then the fith shot woke me out my sleep
sweatin' in my bed, i'm confused, i still feel the heat
3am in the south, Rabbit smoking on the trees
tryna ease my brain
from a dream inside a fuckin dream...

PARALYSIS (PROD. YOUNG STOVE)

mar·tyr
/ˈmärdər/
noun
1.
a person who is killed because of their religious or other beliefs.
"saints, martyrs, and witnesses to the faith"
Lyrics:
It was never once upon a time
A couple dozen times upon a time
a nigga had to ride for the chedda
it gets worse so i do this for the better
hoping the police dont catch me
with this oversized beretta
come up off of everything is what he betta do
i aint got no sympathy or empathy for none of you
its very true
rabbit put a hole through every one of you
like posters
bullets leave a nigga nauseous like roller coasters
Splash Niggas, lately ive been too nice
Sitting on my ass broke, tryna be mister do right
i be tempted, 
Kuz rabbit got a infrared beam
what you mean, if i wanted i could hit you in yo splien
Shot too mean
i clean areas out
From roof to floor
Rabbit take everything out ya house
these niggas oughta know betta
oughta know what im bout
but he dont
grab him by his collar
drag em out his house
into the streets
See me and you we really aint the same
my whole demeanor changed when my homies lost his brains
They popped in his face and his mothafuckin chest
He was tryna feed his fam
out here doing his fuckin best
My bro asked me rabbit what you doin today
get money robbin niggaz, i dont know a better way
Ive started countless beefs in these mothafuckin streets
sticking pistols to niggas face tryna get something eat 
boi it brazy

If i die in these streets tryna feed my family
Its ok, ill be ya fuckin martyr
provide by any means what i believe
and if i die in these streets tryna do so
ill be ya fuckin martyr
Rabbit mane, yall best remember the name
if i die before my work pays off
ill be ya fuckin martyr
Ill endure all of this agonizing pain
to make sure that my family straight...
ill be the fuckin Martyr (till fade out)

THE MARTYR (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

Lyrics:
fresh up out the county jail
broke den a bitch
got bills due quick
so im finna hit a stain
jumpin out the bushes
it will be rabbit mane
9 millimeter blast
send ya back where ya came
kreepin thru yo hood,
i cant find a better way
with the tec thang hangin off my mothafuckin waist
Running down the street
ion need another case
if a nigga follow me
ima buck em in the face

Im the z-a-c, ill never be a clown
watch you die, throw yo body in the mothafuckin trash
i blast on niggas in the face, no mask
rabbit mane in ya house,
and im lookin for the cash
trigger finga itchin
this yo mothafuckin fate
Molotov in yo house
make the whole thang blaze
pussy niggas aint safe
issa tone on my waist
nigga rabbit on the run
tryna take ya life away