8TH TRACK. CRAWL THRU MISERY. PRODUCED BY ISVVC. https://soundcloud.com/isvvcisvvcisvvc LYRICS: Waking up every morning and I burn a bowl of tree. Blow the smoke from my lungs, I got a day a head of me. Gotta get my mind clear so I can get this damned degree. Workin every fuckin day so I can make my ends meat. With the hand that I was given, gotta play my cards right. I was taught to never falter and to never lose sight. Of my vision, of my mission, of my muthafuckin plan. They can’t ever take your knowledge, gotta stick it to the man. With these odds dealt against me, ain’t nobody got my back. I confide in the silence and I never show a crack. No trust for these suckas, they just wanna see you fall. Breakin bustas without pity cuz this playa’s gotta ball. With my morals as my shepherd, I crawl thru this misery. Bridges burn to the ground as I smell the hickory. Don’t you dare turn around, never dwell upon the past. Learn and grow from your defeat, know that nothing ever lasts. Everlasting pain and struggle, I see this world turn to waste. I see the failures that unfold, all my efforts were misplaced. Quit yo cryin’ , stop complainin’ , don’t you dare become complacent. Know your actions only follow you until you’re under pavement. Undertaken by the struggle, six feet deep inside the dirt. It doesn’t take a fuckin genius to see that I hate the earth. Waging war with my words until I slip and waste away. I persist in my decay, never ever will I go away.
2ND TRACK. THERE IS HELL TO PAY. PRODUCED BY ME, SLYYE HIMSELF. LYRICS: [SLYYE] Bitch it’s SLYYE of MISERY and I’m kickin' down yo door. With that Anna on yo chest how bout you come and meet your foe. Get some buck come test yo luck against this lord of wickedness. Eyes red, full of fire, I am your antithesis. Black hair, I don’t care, I will make you waste away. Beat you down into a pulp until your blood stains my face. With the grace, with the force, without any hesitation. You will bleed real slow, from this twisted act of hatred. Look what you brought upon, now you will see. The grave consequences of challenging me. Manifestations of malice and violence take hold of my brain. It’s best you run and flee. You cannot be saved, there's hell to pay. Paying the toll with your bones and your pain. Devil shit, crucifix, Satanic rituals. Slicing your veins, the blood will rain. Creepin’ and schemin’ I’m reaping your life. Guttin’ you slow with a slice of a knife. Makin’ you pay with the ultimate price. Paid the disaster with a sacrifice. Burnin’ below in the depths of hell. Decayin’ flesh is the festerin’ smell. Demonic entities, horrid propensities. Rise from the fire, they will prevail. [HOOK x3] Gangsta shit, shot to yo brain like a .45 . Bustin' the lead through yo head now the punk dead. You bustas ran yo mouth now you will pay the price. I paid the disaster and the muthafuckin' sacrifice.
5TH TRACK. PRODUCED BY BAKER YA MAKER. https://soundcloud.com/baker-beatz I FEAR NO MAN ON THIS PLANET. I GOT NO LOVE FOR THAT JEALOUSY YOU SHOWIN'. LYRICS: [SLYYE] No fear in my eyes, only hatred, I despise. All these flodgin muthafuckas telling stories, telling lies. I dislike all these bustas to which I show no respect. No love for these suckas as I grab and squeeze their neck. Get in check before you meet the TEC and yo fuckin' maker. SLYYE the UNDERTAKER with the razor, DRAGON SLAYER. Wicked with my words I’m spitting curses, wasting haters. I’ll only say it once, don’t test the nuts of this playa. Buckin' and duckin' and puttin' these niggas to sleep. On the fuckin creep, slayin' without any prejudice makin' your damned family weep. MISERY, what I rep, while your soul is mine to keep. Draggin' bones, reading tomes, you will sow what you reap. Bow down to yo master, you've awoke a snorin' beast. Drag you down to the South, to the pits of Tennessee. I’m raising hell up in this junt and I’m bringing all the pain. Feel my vengeance, feel my wrath, or submit to my reign. Feel the swang, smashing and bashing yo brains, tastin' the fuckin' tang. Of your blood upon my fists as your body is left to hang. See the rain of these bloody skies, your flesh I will pulverize. Meet me in the depths, in the caverns of your own demise.
7TH TRACK. IT'S ON IN THE SOUTH! PRODUCED BY SLYYE AND VIOLENCETAHELL. https://soundcloud.com/violencetahell666 NOT FOR FREE USE.
1ST TRACK. ENTER THE CRYPT PRODUCED BY PHXNKY FLEXX. LYRICS: [VERSE] I’m still comin hard with that devil shit If you don’t like it muthafucka you can suck my dick Ridin to the park, smokin hay, bumpin Triple Six Children of the Corn in the graveyard when I’m hittin licks Victim of this shit, no witnesses, murda on my mind bitch Hollow points to yo back got you feelin soft quick Trick busta muthafucka you can step into my zone I promise you won’t stand a chance unless ya bring a fuckin tone Domin bustas with my fists and my fuckin elbows Doomin suckas to a ditch with a damn snub nose Dirty hoes on my balls, as if they were polo draws Commence the suckin and the fuckin as I penetrate her walls Creepy creepin SLYYE, rising from tha cold crypt Bizzo busta you will die, if you test my nuts, and ya slip All I spit is wickedness, comin with the ruthlessness Yeen know off the fuckin rip, I’m clickin with that devil shit [HOOK] Still comin hard with that devil shit If you don’t like it muthafucka you can suck my dick Ridin to the park, smokin hay, bumpin Triple Six Children of the Corn in the graveyard when I’m hittin licks Still comin hard with that devil shit If you don’t like it muthafucka you can suck my dick Ridin to the park, smokin hay, bumpin Triple Six Children of the Corn in the graveyard when I’m hittin licks
3RD TRACK. HELL HOUNDS PRODUCED AND MIXED BY INSOMNIAC. BIG SHOUT OUT TO HIM! https://soundcloud.com/the-nsomniac
Two wicked muthafuckas from TN BEAT PRODUCED BY SLYYE AND TENNGAGE NOT FOR FREE USE. Big S/O to the homie https://soundcloud.com/tenngagebeats ! PURCHASE BEAT HERE: https://traktrain.com/423slyye
MORE SLYYE AND HEXMANE ON THE WAY. PRODUCED AND WRITTEN BY SLYYE AND HEXMANE. MIXED BY HEXMANE. BIG SHOUTOUT AND THANK YOU TO HEXMANE. LYRICS: [SLYYE] I cherish the days, when you were at my football games Sitting in the f-150 bumpin' Isaac Hayes The commodores and Al Green, the music stays with me I’ll always think back to the times we lived in Tennessee Before the misery, that was too soon to ensue I miss all the car trips listening to the blues Always watching the news and sittin' in the den I never had a clue, I was a kid back then. You were my dad when my own father walked away You kept an eye on me when mom was working late You never led me astray, you told me do your best It broke my soul when we all had to lay you to rest I try to stay out of trouble pushin' on through the struggle Even though I slip up and on occasion I fumble You listened when I was Mark, and now they call me SLYYE No direction in life, deep down I still wanna die. [HEXMANE] And If I die, nobody batting an eye sat and fed the denial But happiness is a lie Keep on eating the bile They fed you since your a child Telling you how to live and telling you when to smile I tried to break out the chains cause they never gave me a file Selling me all these scripts and they selling em by the pile Just elements in a vial Turn that shit to a powder Press it into a pill Still crying up in the shower I’m sorry I had my fill And the milk is getting too sour I tried to rid of myself and I’m nothing more then a coward Working away my life I’m climbing a crumbling tower Climbing a broken ladder for pennies and no power Ticking away the hours Till I can burn up the flower You can pick at my brain but only if I allow it And nothing will ever change all my demons will pull me backwards Only thing I learned was in the end nothing mattered
SLYYE AND MOSS COME FROM THE TRENCH ART BY: https://soundcloud.com/hernvndez666 PRODUCED BY: https://soundcloud.com/mistxplaya
A semi chill junt for ya. ART BY: https://soundcloud.com/hernvndez666 PRODUCED BY: https://soundcloud.com/hydramane615 LYRICS: Bitch I be that playa from north brainerd, Tennessee. Come and step to me, and you will see the evil side of me. Can’t you see? I’m a fuckin beast, up from underneath. And I’m rolling with the M-O-B that be Misery. Creeping and scheming and ducking and diving, Do not underestimate my might. My actions are quick and silent, Bringing violence with a fuckin pipe. The thoughts up in my head are telling me to lose control. But I never speak about my plans, so you will never know. Gotta busta talkin shit behind my back, he think he real. Only cowards talk shit, I ain’t afraid to do the deal. My momma didn’t raise a bitch, I will fight if I must. Even if that means I get my ass beat, and bite the dust. I don’t care, I sit and stare, like a snake observing prey. There ain’t a god where you’re going, it’s too late to kneel and pray. Talk is cheap you muthafucka, actions speak louder than words. It’s difficult to run yo mouth, when you got a mouthful of the curb.
LINK TO VISUAL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDIVto5UxXY LYRICS: Gettin gettin buck I’m bringin funk. Swangin out the fuckin cut. Homie this ain’t what you want. Slyye is on the fuckin hunt. Playastation with the bump. Lock you in the fuckin trunk. TEDDY grinnin with the pump. KO$TE is rollin up a blunt. GGrim got the purple weed. QUXXN stay rollin off the E. HEX is on the fuckin creep. Poe be mobbin in the streets. Bitch we bringing misery. This ain’t a muthafuckin game. Fuckin with the M-O-B. You gonna dig your own grave. Slowly drag you to the caverns. Homie this is your demise. Break your skin with the dagger. As blood flows out your eyes. You cannot run, you cannot hide. From the wrath of these demons man. In the darkness I confide. I just want you to feel the pain. Murda murda red rum. Slyye is speaking serpent tongue. Best you use your legs and run. Before I grab my fuckin gun. Bitch I am the Mack. So you know I show no love. Hollow Points will break your back. Gettin buck and all I see is blood.
LYRICS: I’m lost inside the maze that seems to be my head, I do not know where to go. Frustration got me seeing red, I swear I cannot even cope. With all the stress that is projected on the minds of the youth. These problems keep on coming up, I swear we’ll never find the truth. And when it comes it will be swift, destruction will take its place. There ain't a thing that you can do, but stare the abyss right in the face. It is so futile to resist the future that will surely come. You can’t control what’s set in stone, don’t fight your fate, you just succumb. To the madness, to the mayhem, understand the world is plagued. The light of God has waned upon the human race, we can’t be saved. All these senseless acts of violence hint to a greater motive. Search your feelings, feed your mind, can’t you see the world is coded. Behold the pale horse when it comes, cuz what it brings is severe. Recognize the evil and refuse to live a life of fear. Kill your masters with the strings that they use to hold the reins. They need to understand they cannot keep us down within their chains. The government preys on the lesser while the people tear each other down. Rise above these tendencies and maybe then they’ll come around. Spineless leaders hold the strings and promise they will make a change. They’re all just puppets of the serpent, in my eyes they’re all the same. Corrupted by their own desires that are twisted and depraved. The world is run by shadows, misery will put us in the grave. A virus rages through the nation and our people cease to care. The police beat my people down for decades tell me, how that’s fair? The racists will not stop until we fold to the struggle. Then we rise against oppression, then they shout we’re causing trouble. It seems that we can never win, in this world controlled by sin. The cycle will persist and history repeats once again. The end of days is upon us, if you can’t accept it you are lost. Best you heed these words and kneel, confess your sins to your cross. All you sheep can come and get it, if you don’t like what I say. I do not give a damn, misery won’t cease or go away.
LYRICS It’s that baron of hell straight out of the three. Come fuck with me and I might cause a scene. Keep on running yo mouth and I’ll give you a fistful of misery. Making these lemon bustas bleed. Burning these suckas like how I burn weed. Bringing the pain, you going insane, you gonna beg for eternal sleep. Creeping, scheming, ducking and diving. Seeing the visions, I’m on psilocybin. Out on a mission to beat yo ass down and I’ll leave you in the dirt, writhing. Cold, bloody, covered in mud The fear in the air got me all fired up Sick, twisted, fucking sadistic, messing with SLYYE will get your ass slumped. Dumping bodies into the trench. Decaying flesh, the festering stench. Hatred has consumed my soul. My thirst for blood cannot be quenched. Breaking these fools is all I dream. Thinking of methods I plot and scheme. I don’t give a fuck, I’ll break a busta if they challenge me. Your life at stake now feel the pain. Of my fists bashing your brain. Pulling teeth and breaking noses is my muthafuckin game. Burn in the flames of my hate. Feel my muthafuckin blade. Ripping through your fucking chest as blood and guts run down the drain.