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EYES CLOSED
02:56
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Made up of clouds, a prophet of doubt.
Nothing destroys you as fast as yourself.
Holding the doom inside of the womb;
It's sleeping so dearly but soon you'll see clearly.
Your infant is incubated for the death of us all.
The cliche of the human race will fall comes so quick he can't even crawl.
Crafted by thunder, only serving the sunder.
Here to destroy and I'm made for the plunder.
Spewing blood and I'm eating the chunder.
Thrive in desolation, deathly occupation, bloodly saturation, the infatuation, feelin so frustrated, you don't understate it. Motherfucker, loving death like an undertaker.
Demons rip their way through time and take our soul, hung out to dry.
Your head implodes from all the pain, the reaper himself takes your life.
Apocalyptic child with death inside his eyes.
He closed the door he waits to see if you'll survive.
Eyes closed.
Sleeping in the sawdust.
Rolling in the saw rust.
Standing tall like a god must, doing drugs;
Snorting elephant tusk.
Crush it up, crush it up.
Doing drugs; smoking up the bone dust.
Smell the death in the air, feel their fear, running on the blood lust.
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TRASH GVNG
02:39
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TRASH GANG
I got that trash gang in my front pocket
Posting pictures hoping for exposure
Posing pathetic
Face mask is looking aesthetic
You dont know
You dont know
Keep my clique on the low
We just keep it going
Ay we play life on the slow
Pop it, drop it low like a 808 slow heavy
In the trunk boom making earthquakes in my room
Got the chronic in a wood
Shnxman whipping up what's good
Shnxman zipping up the hood
Shnxman trash gang in my blood
Ay build it up
Now break it down
Octave low like davy jones
Heart is on the ground
Running out
Like my battery is dead
I'm so disconnected
Just plug it in my head
Trash gang
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clout4free
02:18
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I got nothing but that bad luck, bad luck licked up like what
Slam crew got fucked, ay swing in with the bad luck
You don't understand nothin
What the fuck, what the fuck do you want?
Do you want some clout for free, talking shit on me, i'll just smoke my weed, laughing quietly, looking silently, watching over the horizon pleasntly, the sun soaks over me
and I sweat
Sweating out the shit that kills me in my head
and I sweat
Sniff and sneeze just to do it all again
I got nothing but that bad luck, bad luck licked up like what
Slam crew got fucked, ay swing in with the bad luck
You don't understand nothin
What the fuck, what the fuck do you want?
Do you want it so bad, giving up all that you have
Hands up in the air, bang bang your dead
Mother father coming to visit your grave again
The coffin is your friend, lord and savior til the end
Except your past that chapter, yeh you're swimming with the fucking dead
Can you backstroke bitch? Can you backstroke?
I got nothing but that bad luck, bad luck licked up like what
Slam crew got fucked, ay swing in with the bad luck
You don't understand nothin
What the fuck, what the fuck do you want?
Do you want some clout for free?
And I sweat
Sweating out the shit kills me in my head
And I sweat
Sniff and sneeze just to do it all again
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LIPPY BITCH
02:45
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lippy bitch
hillbilly shit like a trailer park
moving it like pablo escobar
shifting the continents in the dark
intercontinental entourage
shifting skulls and cracking bulls at the flick of a switch you disappear for good
you coming in hot with your mixtape and shit but you seem to see this my hood
producing my shit
i'll produce all of your shit
in fact I'll make all the beats and write the words for your clique
its a fact, we better, kid, you irrelevant
now you wanting it
stepping on toes i got broke boy shit
we taking the game from out of your hands
you wasted potential for licks
lippy bitch
pilly dick
sniffing too much of that shit
chronic slip
bet you bitch thinks this a diss
well she a bitch
talking cheap outta her lips
making it up, stirring the shit
holding the torh, i rap like olympic
100 metre gold like my collection
dont talk to me im too busy flexxing on a bitch
dont talk to me im too busy hexxing on a bitch
lippy bitch
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Face Recognition
02:09
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Misread
Miss-communicated, got you waiting, you don't seem to see the sun setting
Please, walk away from these thieves inside the templke of disease
You deceased, saturation bleeds
You freeze, frozen in the breeze
Account frozen by the fees
First they take your eyes
Make their next move a surprise
Where next do they slice?
Open up a prize, pinata demise
Intestines, suffocating on your bile
Wrap it up like an 8 Mile
Bury you inside the nile
Eyelids removed, arms gone
I'm defiled
Mob hit, issa mob hit
Mafia shit with the tommy gun clique
Youse a John Doe now
No face recognition bitch, you got hacked by the fucking tommy gun clique
Dillinger shit
Outta jail free with no fees
Walk right out the penitentiary with the bs
Stars in the night, tattooed on my knees
Ain't no god in the sky, I decide to believe
Ay agnostic or atheist, I'm playing this, no praying bitch, I'm displaying this vulgar power with hatred fueled fists and shit
Misread
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GRIT
02:27
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Fuck that.
Move back.
Ziplocked in
Finessed again
Make bands not friends
The ice burnt in your skin
Frozen over again
Leanin, a crack fiend, fiending
Scratching skin to feel feeling
Bleed on to the carpet, how'd it get on the ceiling?
You flexxin, I ain't impressed and you make no impression
You pressin, for us to invest into your friendship
Try to click with the clique, but this ain't kid shit
This is Chronic Shnxman with his Slam Crew of bandits
We kick this
We kick that
You talk shit
We fight back
We hit hard
I spit shards, I shout words that pierce hearts
No pulse, you done now
Eyes closed, brain in your eyebrows
Drink your blood, cut your soul out
Chronic will send you to hell
Fuck that
Move back
Ay you know what it is
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