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TUNDRA INTERLUDE I
01:19
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2. |
WHAT UP BUSTA
01:33
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what the fuck is up you busta
catch a rusty blade
your wig is split
you cannot spit when blood is runnin down your fucking dome
an extra dose of comatose
an overdose of 808
without a fuckin antidote
these showboats tryna catch a fade
like what the fuck you wanna say
break yourself before you run your mouth
you end up with that fuckin hell to pay
hell to pay
best for you to turn away
messin with the tundra mane
Ill leave your body broken
blood stops flowing
its already frozen
listen to that phonk bump
bodies in the trunk
lookin for some trouble when Im feelin kinda drunk
kickin with the boys yeah we smokin on that skunk
keep your fuckin bunk ass shit we got no room for chumps
Im sayin
listen to that phonk bump
bodies in the trunk
lookin for some trouble when Im feelin kinda drunk
kickin with the boys yeah we smokin on that skunk
keep your fuckin bunk ass shit
the glock is cocked we milly rock
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3. |
ELEMENT OCCULT
01:57
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ridin with the seat slouch
ready if it go south
whippin at these bustas
with everything I could muster
claiming strengh is in they numbers
but they never tested tundra
shakin underneath they covers
when Im climbin from the gutters
carried by the rain and thunder mane
elemental occult spirit
never was a gimmick mane
give me all yo mana
never should you panic
flexin with that black magic
paint a panorama and the void of when Im causin damage
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4. |
WILD BLOOD
01:27
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chasin paper like Im michael scott
bubble gum inside
candy paint outside
wood grain grippin
steady sippin on that hennessy
bumpin to that memphis tennessee
two bad bitches flip em like an acrobatic circus
cirque de solei
told you sins dont play no games
renegade with several strains
hold it to the fuckin flame
smoke is coursin through my veins
bitches so tame
damn shame
wild blood
owe it to my family name
catch you slippin like a bitch
eyes are bigger than your stomach
posers like a dime a dozen
braided hair and tatted face
auto tuned a safe place
catch me mobbin with my brothers and my cousin
flexin muscle
play you like a fuckin puppet
cut the strings and watch you plummet
wish you was a real boy
motha fucka you a fake
droppin dollars just for plays
yellin mom its not a phase
better drop it quick
only know a couple tricks
thrown out like a fuckin quick pick
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I know that
its alright
despite
the day light
it wont last
downcast
so fast
no mask
so trashed
just dont ask
just dont ask
just dont ask
ignite the flames of hell to burn
the motherfuckin past
walk with the swagger
Im packin the dagger
I rock you like jagger
grey matter
it splatters
cadaver!
cadaver!
yung vandal the arsonist
never the fortunate
hung like an ornament
hope its not permanant
devil been merciful
give me a chance again
bearing the mark of cain
swingin a ball and chain
hit with a copper slug
tasted like blood
home is the mud
choppers raining
like its hailing
better run for cover boy
if you wanna speak my name you say it with your chest boy
say it like you mean it if you throwing fucking shade boy
six hundred and sixty six degrees and steady risin boy
gimme that cheese and dope had enough hope
cannot cope at the end of a rope
on the river styx with a boat to row
like a memphis junt Im chopped and low
try to fucking tell me now that everything is fine
faded like a black tee I dont mind
god wont cry
and god wont cry
but the devil will ride
but the devil will ride for me
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6. |
SHINOBI (FT. JGRXXN)
01:55
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flexing like the necks I twist
with rigor mortis grip on the tech
motherfuckas hit the deck
wanna check?
take a peek
watchin as the copper poppin out the back of yo dome piece
place you underneath the altarpiece
I poor the blood for the ritual
these habits are not fictional
Im bringing forth the visuals
from criminal to mystical
residual black magic
stickin heavy in the air
the catholics panic
sins is manic
peelin back the fuckin plastic
settin fire to the world
whirl wind fury
Im the judge jury executioner
stompin out the crucifer
sippin henny steady
kickin it with lucifer
gettin down with the devils
chillin in the seventh level
listen to the doom metal bump
from the back of the trunk
unholy riffs
smokin on that fuckin piff
Im dropping out of life with the blade in hand
follow smoke to the junt filled land
came from 954
now Im in the black mass ho
508
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8. |
ASH N BONE
02:06
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I just wanna let it go I pull the trigger back and forth
watch the bullets spread its like a mothafuckin nine to four
I just wanna drain my head Im feelin like a dried up corpse
I just dont care anymore cause every new days like a chore
walk up on the set like what the fuck is good
I wish they would show me somethin new besides your fake ass bling
and head ass crew
why you wanna fuckin lie about your clout
I highly doubt that people bumpin to the shit that you be
fuckin churnin out
play a trap card
yall just make me laugh hard
poundin xan bars
brainwash by the world star
catch me in the graveyard
feelin hella sinner
grippin on that liquor
chasin death a little quicker
catch me dancin like its thriller round that fuckin salted circle
demons gather like a silence circus
granting me a further purpose
forever vernal
Im burning brighter than a thousand fuckin suns
and when Im done and gone
then lucifer will sing my fucking songs
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9. |
HEX /// JUXTAPOSED
02:08
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HEX -
just in time
just in time
creepin with the fuckin crobar
knuckle up Im in my prime
leave ya body fuckin fubar
sins has just commited crimes
super villian alter ego
posted outside of the depot
with that fuckin weapon mane
I caught you fuckin slippin mane
this aint a test
yo bodies flippin
send that lead right thru your chest
I gift you that
eternal rest
this stage is done so dont you play
time for you to fuckin pay
watching as the mac it spray
you cannot fuck with the tundra mane
JUXTAPOSED -
juxtapose occult
come and join the fuckin cult
whispers are the key when speakin in a room thats filled with cloaks
twisting all their tongues to speak in ancient words of code
lay yourself down on the altar
feel your soul bestowed
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10. |
TUNDRA INTERLUDE II
01:39
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11. |
KUKRI SWINGIN
01:48
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always on that devil shit
kill a motherfucka rip
watching as the conscience slips
watching as the blood it drips
deep in the tundra
theres a mane creepin like the thunder
fuckin trophy hunter
collecting the skulls of those who wander
following the tracks
the bag is fully packed
of a thousand rounds
we gun them down
do it quick without a sound
balaklava mobbin
we robbin malakas
blade is swingin like baracka
cut a mothafucka
tuck that fuckin nina mane
nah youll never use it mane
catch that kukri to the brain
feel that motherfuckin pain?
spend your life it never was in vain
bane of the mortal plane
reign in blood
like its slayer
purple bud
henny flood
goons on deck
I wish you would
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12. |
VICIOUS YOUTH
02:33
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she tried to slip up in my dms
with a tattoo spellin carpe diem
hopin that Ill read em
nah I just delete em
steady duckin
tryna cut my teeth on all these beats
a true release
its better than a shallow hole
sins been on a roll
talkin it up like you know what its like
to wake up with a rock in the gut
and to think what the fuck has become of my life
a struggle with cycles of highs and lows
a lack of direction with money to blow
I copped a flight to greece with felix
meetin up with the homie SLVG
the mystic plug
what the fuck is up
its been a long while since I felt my heart beat girl
dont play with fire cannot handle all this heat girl
been a long while since I felt some self worth yeah
rockin all black like the back of a hearse yeah
coming out the crypt with the gleesh walk
cut a motherfucker like a steakum steak whoah
woadies choppin up
down on the low
we blastin coke
and movin forward
like a locomotive
crazy off the rails
like a lack of motives
explosive nature
blood and henny
no fuckin chasers
Im a bloody raider
just want to erase ya
thats the cold hard truth
so take a fuckin seat and blow your brains like john wilkes booth
the vicious youth
the vicious youth
yeah we are the vicious youth
searching for nirvana
desperately grasping at all this drama
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13. |
SAWED OFF / JAW OFF
02:20
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habitual oversteppin lines up in the fuckin sand
snappin back like rubber bands
alligator chomp a traitor
toss the bait its perpetrators
told you fuckers straight before
carry out with deadly force
chop it up with no remorse
paint yaself a fuckin joker yeah you just a wise guy
laugh it up while you still can
a victim of a drive by
claimin you go hard in paint
motherfucker cut yo shit
the blade is swinging
bells are ringin
start to pray to patron saints
sawed off
jaw off
slabbed out
masked out
show yall what its all about
never did it for the clout
(fuckin ho's.)
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take a fuckin look and tell a mothafucka dont play
stormin on the coast its somethin like d day
dont stray
sway like a palm tree
tennessee flow
with a 954 twist
flick of the wrist its a 508 combo
smooth like a freethrow
slow that tempo
gold that drips
with an all black whip
mothafucka dont trip
tundra dont fuckin slip like a bitch
thessaloniki its slvg and abyssus
they killin the beats
when we channel the reaper
the feature of creatures
it cuts through the mist
so talk your shit
you just flirtin with the lady of death
fuck boy dont flex
never could you handle all the heat from the fryin pan
back to the fire
cast back from the black mass
no sass
full blast
body bag
wont last
I told you all before just lock your doors
we creepin through the dead of night
sanguine skies its quite a site
never meant to cause a fright
just understand we on our grind
live that life we unconfined
chop it quick its all the time
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15. |
TWENTY BELOW
01:58
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tell you if I got the work
a mothafucka go beserk
Ill really make you feel the hurt
if you come testin
its a blessin
messin with a demon
bustin out the beam
I bust you at the fuckin seams
creepin thru the underbelly
angels weepin for the many souls lost up in the circles
grip them metacarpals round the burner
time to murk em
lurkin like a fuckin serpent
carrying the constant burden
verdict for the filthy vermin
gasoline and matches burning like a fuckin sermon
call me what you want
Im a demon
a sinner
a killer
fuckin grave digger
livin thru eternal blizzard
20 below
moving so slow like an ice flow
sippin on blood like a fine bordeaux
watch you freeze I let you go
shatter bodies like a show
tundra mane its how it goes
bitch its tundra ice it flows
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16. |
PLAY FAKE
02:29
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17. |
COBRA CREEPIN
01:42
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whippin that buku blade I asked you where the fuckin stash at
keep that burner to yaself unless you tryna flash that
actin like a dirty crook and mane I can tell just from looks
you trippin up from tryna bust a simple fuck jook
like what the fuck you doin
stop with the fooling
fuckin losers
you just a pawn and Im a rook
catch a motherfuckin l boy
pack your bags like bell boy
sendin you to hell boy
chop it up
grip it up
pop it off
molotov bustin that fuckin shell boy
chop it up
grip it up
pop it off
molotov
chop it up
grip it up
pop it off like molotov cause sins is ridin solo
hit you with that low blow
sweeper choppin at the knees and
watch you drop in slo mo
stop with the beggin
Ill never stop with the shreddin
so fuckin watch where you treadin
nobody gettin to heaven
with all the venom Im spreadin
the cobras creepin and dwellin
no tellin where Ill be strikin
Im fast as lightnin no use fightin ho
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18. |
44s MY CALIBER
01:56
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lowered whips and poppin tags
bodies stuffed in duffel bags
opposite of gucci shit Im off the shits
Im lower class
full blast
sawed off blast
all my black is color fast
diving in them bushes with the pistol grip and full mask
full metal jacket and the 44s my caliber
get ready for the massacre
I reave your souls like calibur
I got some blood on my jackets fur
let it freeze in tundra brrr
collect heads like predator
deliver to lucifer to burn
all black
toe tag
low class
so trash
testing my patience
but thats ok though
everybody droppin like a motherfuckin fly ho
whipped on the side of the head thats a K.O.
only name on the tag reads john doe
who could of done this
whats his name?
whats his alibi whats his game?
all the lost souls start their screaming
TUNDRAMANE ITS TUNDRAMANE
told you all its way too late to pull right up into my lane
born through fields of fire and Im left up in these fucking chains
writhing so much back and forth I went and gathered
up this pain
sweepin through your city like a mother fuckin hurricane
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got this copper
come and get it
you can have it bitch
chucked a couple at these bustas
never will I flinch
shakin like a fuckin junkie constant purge and binge
runnin like a marathon
you hanging from the fringe
tundra mane with the ball and chain
this aint no place for snakes
icy weather constant pressure
forcing me to drastic measures
proving me the true opressor
coming down with an iron fist
occultist with a twist
freeze this whole world
freeze this world
Ill freeze this world
Ill freeze this whole fucking world
and never did you fuckin learn
mane you got the nina tucked?
mane you tryna get buck?
guess you just had bad luck
tundra mane dont give a fuck
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20. |
TUNDRA INTERLUDE III
01:36
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