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lava (ft. zarnoxu) (prod. tokyoxnight & attackishere)

Produced by @dancinginrainfall

shoutout @secretssss for the melody
     ib @waterwav

lyrics //
juice box trappin, shattering all the has beens
ice got me ageing backwards like a back flip
hash got me clueless, spitting upon accidents
im stacking cash, reside where a casket is

stained fabric has these fags asking
how the fuck my knuckles flashing latest fashion
told em that these hoes were ecstatic
passing by til my hand and blade grasped em
slash a whore uvula
these fags gasping since im in a place where hellspawns relax in
hoping that the god will snatch back the malice
acted out by the guy with red gashes
but the matter is i lack care
which is why my friends wish that i was impaired
or maybe its envy, because im deadly on every track i crash within like a white chevy
my flows lead me down the wrong pipe
which is similar to swallowing some water and coughing it up afterwards
instead of rapping as a hobby, it feels like i'll fall off handling the pressure of blowing up
keep a cobra clutch upon yakuza
and pray i dont lose my mind before the moon is up

juice box trappin, shattering all the has beens
ice got me ageing backwards like a back flip
hash got me clueless, spitting upon accidents
i hope that i'll fly high as a pacifist
bitch, i'm trappin, shattering all the has beens
ice got me ageing backwards like a back flip
(hash got me clueless, spitting) upon accidents
i hope that i'll fly high as a pacifist

♡♡♡

prod. @dancinginrainfall, @youmid & @chewy, & @broketeen

    s/o yung bruh

lyrics //
sacrilegious, refusing to give a shit
but the pastor just offered me a couple ritalins and minute maid
bitch's eyes wandering farther than where my father is 
causing me to grip the katana and let division play
containing me is similar to my depression
the more that i try to hide it, the more that it runs rampant
thats the reason why im writing shit 24/7
about spreading cerebellums while mimicing what is said in this

you might be wondering why im not selling records
cause not everything's about all the checks
im sitting desolate spending my seconds telling companions bout my intelligence
while crying in a cell of my mental essence in elegance

grape swishers and acres of lean residue
switchblades and vigorous incisions to reticles
i told him bout the spectacle known as my victim's ventricles
so when i severed him, it was so that he'd get a better view
heaven's hell to a nigga like me
how can i relieve myself if i cannot leave people deceased?
nicotine and ether lost inside the breath in the cathedral
im forever just a teen who releases to please fiends and shit
i was never participating in barking
if the opposition's spotted, theyre put down, thats obvious
concocting rotten sloppy shit for popping lobbyists
thats guaranteed to give you first spot upon the naughty list
posted up with lucifer, ruling with my malevolence
im staring for that serotonin, bearing a machete with
fentanyl connected to the end of the metal tip
preparing just to end a bitch's life with a deadly kiss

redhanded while fucking the game presently
with leftover evidence present upon my freshest tee
negligent of whoever has the testes of testing me
i leave them in the dirt and stomp them out, let them test defeat
you know its me like an ex whenever theyre texting you
or when you see my body next to you under a crescent moon

posted up with porcelain kettles to crash a fortress with
some whores and her corporate posted with jim morrison
the doors hold splatters of an older bitch's porridge
after slipping on the forest of organization's organisms
call me crazy, but im bout to make a porn of this
and title it "a 3 minute horror movie with shorter bitches"
know the mission is not to blow the proportion
but to make all of these hoes kiss my dick and let them hold the kids in
catch me vandalizing morgues
while proposing the notion for all you niggas to grow relations with ropes
or focus on your controller, dont worry about my own
before your socials are flooded with r.i.p.'s and condolences
hope you niggas get folded enough to grow
or blow out your fucking brains after failing to even blow
just know, once your flow of publicity's turning old
youll catch me lurking with hatchets instructed to take your soul

face cold expressionless waiting to go below
with tears under your cheek like a yung bruh emoticon

u,__u

http://soundcloud.com/dancinginrainfall

thank you @1812922 @lilac

augustine | prod. ayazra

XP++

@kyrstahh @saturrn @kryingblood

mixing - @saturrn

log on (ft. kyrsta) (prod. saturn & kryingblood)

w i t h y o u !!

desire

BIRTHDAY SHIT

inspired by voduz of course

12.10.22

yungxwindxwaker@gmail.com 

free download

b4 mi

sampled @dth95k
ib @ginsengxx & @trbldboy
p.s. + dl's are on

visceral

prod me
/////////
lyrics:

repping digital till the day i die
they my motherfuckin boys thats on god
when i spit this shit you never hear a lie
cuz im posted with the truth on god

spot me in public dont say shit (shh)
i dont wanna take a motherfuckin pic (CLICK)

if you see me in the streets im not lacking
when she see me in the sheets bitch im packing
when i see your bitch ass ima smack it (SORRY, IM NOT SEXIST IT JUST RHYMED)
posted on the net bitch when i hack it

Sipping grape juice when im in the cut
now my life is in a real deep rut
yeah my wrist so red with cuts
but i gotta keep going like guts

cant comprehend me cuz I'm god
even if i die ill come back up
sippin purple lean all from my cup
when i see the cops i just dont run

woah woah woah woah
woah woah woah woah

till the day i die

shoutout to @komorikeepitretro he is the reason this song exists
     http://soundcloud.com/clammyclams

lyrics //
phantom residing in heads of the chose
if youre hearing this now then realize you are gold
they took me for urine for hours
then found a new element in me, no alchemist boy
ride with a toy with my cavalry
tryna find out why the fuck you would challenge me
poison your chords now you looking like a blowfish
hold this L like speech impediments, i leave you voiceless, bitch
foul mouthed with it like its algae inside of my liquor 
im carrying illness like pigeons
riding with niggas with trauma
so dont be surprised when you find out our triggers
im ignorant when im aroused
so dont show me a picture of blood on a couch
cause im bound to envision my vowels emitting a sound
thats enriched with your bowels with all your allies in the distance
frowns on the victims, overly deafening sounds in the room that they hide in like children
silence the whispers, listen, hes showering violence on foes who act lively for difference
smile, my innocence vanished
im vile and manic
the tiles are painted with canisters filled to the brim with the lives
that i banished to hell for their answers to answer your question

ticking the boxes i wished to have right
a long time ago finally this day is mine
you wish that our actions were swapped
cause your life's baghdad to your new clique, get a new ass to ride
tooth chipper thatll make a human pacified
and turn clocks backwards, lose track of time
turn me irrelevant? look at the time
the clock's back so far my dad's back to life
more self loathing than humans inbred
born in a well cause a coin mustve fell
and the person who threw it said "please give us hell"
wishing you well cause the mission im sent
you are missing a breath and your throat isnt swell
stone cold in a zone only dying takes me out of
eyes gouged on a scoundrel, i never gave an ounce of a fuck
mind doused with a gallon to ignite it
so i really truly mean it when i say i'll light a firestorm
icloud on the rise, apple better hire me
to stop dropping files of a crying mother pouring iron out cause its exciting me
same thing goes for the ghost that resides on my scrotum
imagine me tired retiring boasting online with my poems, you wont like that wont you?
said your community's up nigga show me
youre falling in lava, look under your crow's feet
if my existence was false then youre toast, obsolete
so dont act like youre known for unorthodox stories
moment of truth for you jackass
jacking my style while you stroke to my raps how this @ feel?
quiet, its good for your health
put the chrome to his dome, then i tell that nigga google yourself

reverend ◇ prod. clams casino

@aviants

August 5, 2020 - August 6, 2023

log on (ft. kyrsta) (prod. saturn & kryingblood)

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