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White Devil
02:30
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If I ever have a seed I’m a teach em to shoot at four
Pops taught me at 5
Aim right through the core
Moms want me to shine
New age troubadour
God brought me to rhyme
I gotta do it, fuck u and your garbage music
Call the troops in
send the reinforcements with em
Course I’m trippin
Coricidin packages scattered across the morgue I’m sittin
The floor has risen
fluent bout to score some ritlin
Pour cement into your vagina and then record the stiffenin’
My whores the sickest, literally their cooches filthy
Blood dripping on my bed
I shoulda knew they’d kill me
But I’m thinkin with the head that milks me
Send my silky sheets for another cycle
wash em and oil rifles
Obnoxiously spoiled spiteful
And angry on this mic
Y’all don’t play me what I like
So now I’m spraying shit on sight
Got with Won, told him son, we gotta kill us some rappers
blade sharp enough to leave em leakin, spillin out plasma
Feel like their chatter is more internet buzz than street credentials
Every hood show me love and then we speed in rentals
Keep the schedule tight as the booty upon my young broad
Similar to zoomo, this my drunk walk
Plug talk only in public with no phones on us
Just a modest movado, no gold watches
Ho’s topics of discussion at the luncheon
Used to load tropic swishers up at all the functions
Back before I kept my pistol in her sun dress
Now I got a couple holsters
you don’t want no trouble soldier
Wasn’t long for your broad to become a doja
Wasn’t wrong, she was on, bitch could tuck a cobra
Plus you know the neck was bomb how she could suck a Boulder
Trust is over rated and loyalty is a four leaf clover
So when you find it, you keep it
White devil, lifes levels won’t confine my uniqueness, peep it
This the end of days, look up to the black sky
Don’t pretend to pray, you know you wasn’t baptized
White devil, god said you was a damn lie
White devil, god said you was a damn lie
You ain’t never made a bargain with the baphomet?
Waking up into the garden fulla masochists
White devil, you don’t even know the half of it
White devil, they gon burn you out your cracker skin
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2. |
Covid Shogun
02:38
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Split the diamond swisher
Fuck them rappers rhymin with ya
They give New York a bad name
I’m down to war an campaign
Self made, self paid bout to tour out to Spain
12 gauge, hell flames, once we tore out your brains with it
You won’t catch me more than twice rockin the same fitted
Corner heights to morning flights, back to LA pimpin
I slay women, somethin like the hillside
Strangle bitches out with my cousin
then prop em up with us an still ride
This that addiction that you will hide
Prescription for the pills
grind em up until their real fine
Then bust em out into rows
the powder fucks with ya nose
You blowin Tylenol
you isn’t out your mind at all
Shorty in the other room
I hear her siren call
Fucked her through the bed so hard
it sounded like a violent fall
No more filthy, fat sows, i got standards now
He lookin guilty, can’t vouch for your mans at all
It’s gon take at least a couple of thousand to move me
Shorty pussy leakin, told me suck on her fountain of beauty
Nah I’m good ma, I really ain’t got time this morning
Plus ya man blew up ya phone, shit is kinda corny
take a long slutwalk home, try to design a story
Sucked ya soul out thru that hole
but never find the glory
These the rhymes they warned me
wouldn’t admit me to stardom
Couldn’t solicit a bargain
from me, you missin the target
Hungry and slipping my conscience
My shit is the bombest
Ugly and gritty but honest
We really them monsters
The ones your parents try to scare u with
Eric’s a domesticated
devil hailing terrorist
This the rarest shit
found beneath the rubble in a pair of prints
Pictures of the deity, nowhere exist
At least they thought that they didn’t til now
I’m bout to move these knock off glocks for a few thou
An that’s about as deep as I feel I should go with that
Just know, its always clickin an shit is more then rap
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How am I a lie if you believe in me
We all were bred to die that’s how it seems to me
If y’all accept their gods then you’ll accept me too
Lucifer I was born upon a crescent moon
Left the school of church thought
once I saw what the church taught
They wasn’t tolerant of different type of works nah
I’m a scholar and I take my research seriously
Furiously masturbate in front of all the catholic saints
Castrate the priests
hang em so they’ve no chance to rape
I put the pistol to their spine and make em walk the plank
Talk is fake
line these rappers up an let me hawk their face
Chalk it up to livin through these monstrous days
Covid killers
omen’s dropping on the road to riches
Load the sticks n keep the motor runnin
All you ho’s suspicious, gunnin for that spot they missin
It’s not a lot that’s different
The ones that are will become stars
just pray the plot they stick with
keeps tradition
We the slickest, silver tongue spitters
Drunk liquor, slurring our speech, still havin fun with it
Gunn’s Hitler 2 on repeat, you know I fuck with it
Still in the streets every week, till I become wicked
How am I a lie if you believe in me?
We all were bred to die that’s how it seems to me
If y’all accepted Jesus don’t reject my thesis
Greasing up my slide gotta protect my pieces
Features not the vibe unless they make sense
Meshes together well, both our voices have a great blend
God and Satan, the duet of the millennium
The rest ain’t gonna measure up
I let em know their record sucks
How am I a lie if you believe in me
I wonder all the time what the supreme must think
Lookin out upon his failed creation
Lock down to keep us alive that’s how they jail the nation
The scale and anchor to weigh us and keep us weighted
Inhale the vapors, your saviors chained in the basement
My hell has finally awakened y’all
welcome to the final orgy
Of blood and death, they don’t prepare you for that kind of story
The ones that’s left will then supply you with a timeless fortune
Minds are morbid and fascinated with finding corpses
From climbing corporate ladder rungs
To payin Russian hookers to hover over your mouth until their bladder bust
I’m the source you wanna come to with the facts you trust
Nowadays it’s not enough you have to back them up
But we don’t keep receipts cuz the law will
It’s all up here, like Capone n his lost mills
How am I a lie if you believe in me
We all were bred to die that’s what it seems to me
They said I’m sac religious but I can’t admit it
I never gave a shit, matter of fact forget it
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4. |
Fuck Mercury
02:31
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Slow up
Girl U know I’m bout to roll up so hol up
Don’t blow up
this is just another young crush
So please do not go nuts
I told the broad to chill
now you gotta feel
What I’m tryna say
girl u know the deal
Shit’ll go away
it ain’t even real
These the things I be talkin bout
walkin out
Tired of the fights
every single night
entertaining other offers now
Levitating from my conscious wow
Fluent really on some other type
Tryna book myself a summer flight
California for a couple nights
Marijuana that we bundled tight
Drive it safe and don’t run no lights
This that get back, that grown in the sticks rap
That moved in to the hood as a teen and He really lived that
That piff rap, that present,
you love it, that gift rap we does this
They love me cuz I’m authentic
Hate me for the same reason I don’t at all sweat it
I know they love me cuz I’m authentic
Any beef is beneath me that shit is all deaded
Dead beef
Homicidal in my head chief
These visions is akin to red meat
I’m drooling at the thought
cool the barrel off
Colt craftsman, wipin down the chrome bolt action
Close caption
You can read it on the gold napkin
Fore they send you up the road packin’
This that hold back an
picture what your main foes lackin
They ain’t never even sold packs in their life
never seen no action
Talkin too much bro don’t they know their phones tapped in
Nothin original stays
Selling out for the digital age
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5. |
GOP
01:40
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6. |
April 20th, 2020
02:51
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These pigs tryna pull an Eric garner, son, I can’t breathe
Bill gates hiding chips up in the vaccines
Make sure you put your mask on when you take a trip
They don’t wanna see our slave faces cuz it makes em sick
Nas call it the PLandemic, I like that
The plan to strip all of our rights and we don’t fight back
We do such a great job of listening
To au-thori-tarian brainwash conditioning
Laid off, they distancing socially
But I ain’t frightened , hit the booth, hear me glistening vocally
What I’m writing isn’t spiritually woke to me I ain’t that liar
Dog your raps is a joke to me you a trash fire
You ain’t never sold a pound in a drought
Or smoked so much you found over an ounce
of loud crumbs in the couch
These loud guns in the house, I got some registered too
I can tell u never carry by the weapon you choose
Grabbing a brollic fifth
because it’s chrome and got a polished grip
Pass the microphone or get demolished bitch
They talkin shit but wanna remain anonymous
It’s fuck u forever no acknowledgement
This that parlor city bustin at the oops an shit
Sellin quarter pounds at 2am in price chopper kiddd
This is that bonkers shit
That Binghamton all we bump is dblock on that Yonkers shit
pistols hit your mama whip make sure your cross is gripped
Crystals off the ganja drip as soons the chron get lit
I’m like a god at this
You just a false prophet tryna jock Muhammad’s dick
Pussies scared of religious retaliation
They all pedophiles with some serious allegations
Fuck ya churches fuck ya temple every house of worship
Fuck ya curses fuck u devils burn em down an torch it
E, you gonna lose a lot of us, u can’t afford it
Fuck y’all too, the truth it has to be recorded
And who better to deliver
Than a Satan white, Jesus aged messenger of scripture
E-Fluent you can call me Jon Connor tho
Terminator 2’s reality even my momma kno
That’s a fact even my momma woke
Better prepare for what tomorrow holds
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7. |
Stash House Shakedown
03:06
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Hit em from a slight distance once the car crawl up
Pole longer than a narwhal tusk, call y’all bluff
Never was a hold em pro
All y’all suck
Black jack on my last hand
All y’all bust
These ain’t casino games
Barrel on the musket let u see the flame
Carole’s can’t be trusted
tiger lady’s gon feed their strays
Too much television
stuck in the crib
Drop some acid, climb some mountains
have some fun while you live
Cuz nothings permanent
Blunt burnin, I hope the curses lift
Sage at the foot of the stage, we rehearse for this
I drove some hearses in the sunshine state
Wrote my verse in chicken cursive so these punks can’t claim it’s theirs
Act oblivious, without no shame to bare
My name is fair game if you aiming to take it there
I ain’t playin scared, frightened of the Rona
Never thought I’d miss the days of fighting with promoters
Stuck inside, y’all do your fighting on controllers
Life is on the line but y’all lives is outta focus
My shorty roll a 2g with the roaches
Eating Fuji apples, diggin samples that’s ferocious
You an example of that ho shit
That type of shit that bitches do before they get their dome split
I been rappin since you cats was in ya momma tummy
I prolly fucked when she was pregnant so you gotta love me
E-Fluent you and won87 bad
Heard u out Robbin rappers in a devil mask
Heard u slapping producers in front their better half
I heard enough of excuses
Now let the metal blast
Let the metal blast
Let the metal blast
All that talkin is useless we heard enough of that
Ain’t no time for excuses we let the metal blast
White devil I ain’t beefin with your god above me
But I ain’t speakin with him either, heard he don’t love ugly
An my hideous disfigurements have hindered me
Through history the Catholics didn’t show me any sympathy
Baptist’s and the bastards of that Christianic ministry
Fuck em all, burn their churches down in symphony
These scripts release a toxin that many would claim abolish will
I’m just honing in my scope another polished kill
Broken Kings awoke em to my iconic skill
Next chapter comes after your amniotic spill
I need to get em from the womb young, Tomb sprung
Ancient Egypt curses while the pagans feed the earth with blood
My people murder, rape and pillage, that’s what works for us
We the evilest empire
the globalist tent fire
That’s lightin up
the universe is light to us
uniform the masses and keep em in tight patterns
Smart city advocate? freedom and rights shatter
Cards with the cannabis reaching the heights faster
Y’all just pawns, sadomasochist,
teach you to like rappers nahhh
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8. |
Friars Club
02:16
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Took my stash out the bank
The pump is mattress length
Rook advance till it’s mate
The bishop cas-t-rates
Chess references excellent
grill the freshest steak
Preference is to porterhouse, the mornin clouds’ll set the stage
I need the beach in my life again
Shorty with the zebra striped thong tryna tease like my wife again
Big booty, blonde bimbo, in my bubble bath
I’m a have to give it to this nympho till her lungs collapse
She can’t scream any louder
Once I’m finished, do the dishes and don’t speak any longer
I am the worst
500 degrees in the shower
And now you burnt
How you spossed to think you a flower
When you the dirt
How you gonna eat with those cowards
Then come for work
I ain’t serving nothin
leave before I murder somethin
Y’all wanna copy how Eric is
But you sloppy and arrogant
Of course you just some cocky Americans
I’m forever
time does not confine me to a spot or tribe
How u gon outshine me when you not the guy?
No one can outrhyme me, so just stop the lies
Aqua 9 customized, fuscia 40’s pollute the shorties
These Old heads and they’re stupid stories
Shoulda died back then, instead they lived through their glory
And now they outta our sympathies
kill em all, swear to god, if it could bring back Victory
I miss my homies man this worlds ugly
Besides my momma, don’t not one of my girls love me
They just use me for the drugs and the sex
And the comfort and the lovers and the blunts and my bed
It’s fine....cuz my life is like a rush to the head
Sipping the dryest wine
Y’all come on to rap I guess it’s liar time
Y’all come on an act like you the flyest bums
I get on attack you like the friars club
ya run is over
I’m the same monster if I’m drunk or sober
You’s a lame talker and we gon expose ya
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9. |
The Great Acid Trip
02:47
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I seen a pair of dolphins dance across the water on a Spanish terrace
God is merciful with vengeance, he gon have to spare us
In this circle full of spirits and horse heads
Appear in one glance then you hearin the floor bend
Your beats is all trash and your lyrics is forcefed
Wash it all down shot of crown n some cornbread
My morgue sense tellin me bodies gon have to pile
Spring just startin, the Shottie is back in style
Springfield cartridges, poppin shit with a smile
Load the 5.56 an then drop the sniff in the vile
lockin in on your dial
Since im linkin with Won
Celebratory bottles
have a drink with me son
Tellin our stories autobiographers on the run
We Commoners with some guns
and opportunistic funds
still plottin to chop you up
I know some holes in the desert
Eat a bullet fore u ho’s get a mention
I put the G in gutter
Mutherfucker you don’t know who you messin with
Rappin like broads, y’all got too much estrogen
HOOK
I’m back with it
never did know how to act with it
We the key, the legend, the place the maps printed
We beneath the trenches, in the stash with it
See us holding down what u didn’t know about
back with it
Never did know how to act with it
We elite, the measure of what your mans isn’t
We compete at a level that’s higher
Put the heater to your temple an fire, let it bang baby
Polo addict, I know it’s only a fabric
See photos of me in traffic with the ralph ski mask
Custom Pistol on my laps the 40 cal, ease back
Building ARs in my laboratory
Pussies tellin rapper stories
I ain’t need to make myself feel tough
Because I came up in that era where the shit was all real son
drill spun faggots around an put em under earth
You ain’t Baggin them clouds, your shit is fuckin dirt
We been hustling since before the twin towers fell
Welcome to the 6-0-unlucky this town is hell
Mountain dwellers from the basements and the cellars
We eliminating statement writers
snitches get their faces lined up
The 9 bust a couple mags at you cowards
I BEEN HERE FOREVER still they haven’t gave me my flowers....shit
E-Fluent you a legend in your own right
Pussy hole deep
I’m a stretch it how these ho’s like
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10. |
DNC
01:32
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11. |
Resistance
02:24
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Soul worn thin
She was jammin out back to the Cold War kids
Little indie rock chick
an me I’m toxic
But mix us together an I swear we got this
pop shit loud like she from one of the boroughs
But she down south crowned as her daddy’s lil girl
In the caddy with the pearl finish
She exactly what the world isn’t
(Gorgeous)
But her lifestyle morbid
The gods don’t lie when they watch your timepiece
Set ahead for the dead that’s a time leap
Jump, hop, skip, fore we dump shots quick
Now her path is so clear
Filth crawl back but the bath is so near
Guilt stalls wrath and attracts that old fear
We call that love
alcohol feeds drugs
Drugs feed rage
you don’t want these chains
We won’t make it to tomorrow if we can’t be brave
Y’all know My man Heyyyy, he let the drugs get him
Matter fact, I’m amazed that he’s still livin
Hope he recover himself soon
It’s demons out here, and my brother need help too
these Motherfuckers is numb to
The damage of the needle like some kinda Neil young tune
I run two records at once, plus my side project
I’m addicted to music, yo i ain’t tryna stop it
So I can kinda relate
Junkie characteristics but my timing is great
I come alive in the paint
Drive on em with the rock until it’s diamonds I make
Or I might hit 3
Put the hammer to u, but I do it righteously
I ain’t standing with you, less you in the fight with me
Never had a issue with you but the price ain’t free
Shouts to Price and D Scandy
In life you need family,
My sights fiber optic, the red light beam nasty
Your head might see flashing
And bright-ass muzzle traces
Turn around an peel you right back from the pavement
might snack on ya favorite broad for the fun of it
White devil with a black goddess and a brown beauty and a yellow-bone shorty, tryna suck the dick
They just think I’m fuckin rich
But it’s opposite of that
Me n Shay got our place now we bout to get some land
Turn a house to a home and the drought to the only thing that either of us know
We got weed and I can flow
She got a Green thumb an she can grow
sustain on our own and then reap what we sew
That’s the way for now
Before the AI swoops in to take us out
I always been down
And I’m a lead the resistance from this day out
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E-Fluent ... musician from Upstate NY.
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