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MOBBS RADICAL - THE STATE OF A BROKEN MIND(PROD. ANTGODIGITAL! x JON LOC x MOBBS)

AN ALL NEW EP MADE BY ME, ANTGODIGITAL! & JON LOC🤙🏽!! WE PRESENT “DEATHxDELIVERED” 🪼Spotify- https://open.spotify.com/artist/5CMFd... 🪼soundcloud-   / mobbsradical999   🪼Facebook Page-   / mobbsradical   🪼Instagram-   / mobbs_soradical   🪼Twitter-   / mobbsradical   •MOBBS x ANTGODIGITAL! x JON LOC •LYRICS- soul before the body or the body fore the soul I been seeing missing faces of some people that I know share your vices maybe feel a little right until you choke all these lights I see are blinding now I jump so watch me go entertainment for these peons thinking they ain’t out of hope back and forth you think I’m playing no I’m swinging by a rope I ain’t crying nigga shut up on my path to be a ghost I was dead so deep inside was just a kid but I was chose so don’t you try to save me I was banished for my excellence money causing greed but only humans carry pestilence he don’t know what hit him so I had to burn the evidence chakras now aligning check your zen you missed the measurement alchemy infusions with a pestle and a mortar council come at night we brought your bitch ass to the slaughter join us or you dying ain’t no fucking with the former bloody on my knuckles it’s ok I like it warmer ain’t no misconceptions I hold all the balance yo ain’t nobody help when you go down the rabbit hole the dimmest lights you’re eating death and it attack your soul when you pulled all the fucking weight to watch your pack erode when I don’t sleep I’m on the creep to leave you rats indebted you never listened to the drill that mean your pap beheaded yo don’t you ever say my name cause we gone have to dead it your momma told you quit the drinking it won’t help the swelling it’s really mobb volcanic gods like xenu the aspirations of pussy niggas are see through I gotta rocket I hit my target I’m lethal I take jabs beginner nigga you Pre school I don’t mind dying battles of possession I ain’t getting older this is my confession I’m just getting colder clearly my depression vices like a Boulder you won’t see redemption old tales of a very soul this give and take won’t you let pass through whole