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Rainy Night Murders

by June Marx

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1.
Grey Clouds 02:00
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Verse 1 Back to the rugged back to the rawness back to the semi automatic rap remorseless back to the triple black bulletproof porsches bulletproof repertoire bulletproof fortress back to the carnage back to the darkness back to sacrificing mcs for the harvest back to the hardest tracks on the market fact I manufacture that shit regardless of how the fuck the industry feel with all its garbage back to practicing marksmanship for targets back for the lawless acts still the largest back with the back against the wall but the force is too strong to tarnish too long I brought this cartridge ak mossberg m16 the heartless I'm back for the underground artist to bring the raw once again Light your torches
2.
Shootouts in the Rain 03:33
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Verse 1 It was a rainy night held him hostage for seven million they said the man's name was Marx they tried to kill him on the strength of his character another caliber they threw the double barrels in the trunk of an acura he walk through the streets of brooklyn like a scavenger concealed a 45 he nicknamed excalibur the killer had a reputation alias the foreign shooter foreign arms bought from fallujah he had a smile now he claimed he was on his hitlist he'd been patiently waiting a while now taking Marx he figure he'd get richer took a sip of the irish moss finger on the trigger and laughed thinking of his fortune in the future unaware of a sniper on the roof a silent shooter her name was Anastasia Marx had a jagged razor cut the ropes free from his wrists see you bastards later Hook Life's a test death is part of the game sex guns violence cars a gold chain grey clouds form above a passing train when automatics go off who is to blame some things change and some stay the same make sure you stay on point and maintain cool out before they pull the tool out and hit you with the flame cinematic shootouts in the rain Verse 2 they had 2 desert eagles at the train station plus a trap behind two SUVS and a dame waiting a shot went off from the window by the basin the mark dropped the package no more negotiating they started spraying the side of the building the shooter had a mask on the fire escape concealed him he moved like a killer with a purpose to purchase in circuits popular wave that shit was worthless you can find him passported like a tourist another timezone crossing borders under orders flying in a silver jet assassin intellect wire through a hundred thousand he can intercept in the lab mixing herbs like imhotep he hit the target while he toking on a cigarette and all through the quiet storm he got a little wet ghost after the mission completed the silhouette Hook Life's a test death is part of the game sex guns violence cars a gold chain grey clouds form above a passing train when automatics go off who is to blame some things change and some stay the same make sure you stay on point and maintain cool out before they pull the tool out and hit you with the flame cinematic shootouts in the rain
3.
Passports & Pistols 02:38
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Verse 1 I'm cold as North Korea polish the pistol nightly blow off the heater words pierce your brain beats dissolve the speaker lay low flow take off to Argentina and zone by the ocean spark the riefer cuban link style Don Cartagena thick colombian chick porsche 2 seater new passports and I bought a new Visa now I move international foreign capital my catalog like a war manual tactical like a nuclear missile cant stand the unofficial tryna move on my principle my aura is live my armor invincible my organization invisible the pinnacle of everything you strive for I am the physical manifestation of rawness check my visual Verse 2 I'm deep in the fort producing the new ammo armored elegance like a bulletproof lambo long shotty hold with the navy blue barrel catch me with an alias using a new handle practice it perfectly accent with certainty with the hidden fund stashed in germany prefer to be where the major moves are made indeed certainly now my network all over it like circuitry the plot is thick with jewelry an exotic chick and an operative with a fiber optic pocket chip he fell bloody on the ground when the shotti spit two armor piercing shells to his body hit a vital organ he off to the coffin the goons shot his funeral up while it was pouring catch me on the rooftop quiet storming holding the heat like arson Marxman
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A Bloody Mess 02:03
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Verse 1 I get it all get it raw get it on get some more get the 4 get the glock get the chain get the saw get the knives with jagged edge razors and all the swiss army blade penetrating your core get involved get inside the helicopter go to war get the broads get the arms get the currency the bonds get the cars get absorbed get the bikes get applause get the porsche get double barrel pumps get it off let him know who you are get respect get the check get the jet get the yacht with the deck get the tek get him wet get em soaked get em bloody what a mess get the bags get em wrapped clean him up get the flesh get her dress get her wet get the neck get the chest get her wide open in the telly show her you the best get her friend get em stretched get the ex get em fresh get the keys get the fuck up out of dodge get it best
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Heist of the Century 03:24
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Verse 1 I see sideliners out the peripheral 50 cal on deck think you invincible (word?) slacking off it goes against my principle (word?)get imperial rep collect the residual large movers large rugers yakuza sharpshooters I foresee dark futures I swerve through the metropolis in a R1 to the lab set a higher standard bar none I get the cash get it going thirty second dash in a chemical mask and a soviet weapon stash I get the work get to cutting like a dj set off a rocket launcher on the freeway fuck the rumors the he say she say I take any task and make it look eaaazay a man of the dark the night is my specialty put the mask on commit the heist of the century hook guns, drugs, highway robbery sharpshooter contracts high stakes property underworld policy and opulent nights filled with beautiful women and diamond heists who indulge in the current popular vice and get lost in the whirldwind and promised a life I run with espionage operative types we get it on when its time like prizefighter fights Verse 2 Cobra Unit here to crush your team Ops load the grenade launcher inside of the russian submarine the infamous snake eater on the jungle scene deep in the trenches understand my touch supreme plus my arsenal is larger than most ship foreign arms across the antartican coast I get busy like avery navy blue tek wavy busting rounds at yall daily damn they cant stop this armor plated helicopters deep pockets we profit from conflicts and fund the whole operation as sponsors then spread through the battlefield like contras wildfires get involved with the livest international snipers target the hostage the hand of god embedded digital camoflauge you can never dream of seeing my fucking catalog hook guns, drugs, highway robbery sharpshooter contracts high stakes property underworld policy and opulent nights filled with beautiful women and diamond heists who indulge in the current popular vice and get lost in the whirldwind and promised a life I run with espionage operative types we get it on when its time like prizefighter fights
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Raw Repertoire 02:23
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Verse 1 It gets bloody as a murder plot dark as an alley in a urban spot words got the same engineering that the germans got stay cool while nerds screaming like it hurts a lot verse practiced with steady breathing like a perfect shot burn your block like hiroshima nagasaki when I cock the shotty take a shot like the paparazzi drop your body chop it up get to cut slashing at the autopsy they can't tell what the fuck happened nothing left but an ugly mess its horrifying don't hit the gym but what Im gripping is often iron they tip me off you lying I'm waiting for the perfect moment to drop you like a verse with the flawless timing Foreign shooter weapons grade uranium women from the mediterannean Im slaying em plus I grew my beard out like I'm arabian fuck all your favorite mc's Im replacing em Hook we on that, gore hard core, rest assure we want that, raw nothing less nothing more its combat, war get the teks, get the saw get the semi automatics and all let em off! x2
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3 Chicks, 2 Guns,1 Briefcase 03:24
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Verse 1 Big bag of cash and a briefcase stashed in a silver el dorado high speed chase 2 desert eagles kept his frame and his feet laced and a bad filipina chick with a sweet face plus a sidepiece waits buns like phillly cheesesteaks looking at his timepiece like he's late he kept it flyer with the beatbreaks gun for hire them other suckers stay tired tryna keep pace deep safe locked away vault under water next month taking off catch him at another border on the hunt for more-a the fortune he never sleep international arms specialty was selling heat ask him if the industry had honest fees and he replied I don't respect that garbage please he lit up a cigar took a few puffs put his mask on he had that highway robber steez Verse 2 Big bag of cash and a briefcase stashed in a silver el dorado high speed chase 2 desert eagles kept his frame and his feet laced and a bad south american chick with a mean waist he lived off the radar and can't be traced only dealt hand to hand cash that's how hes paid cause the feds get involved with a police raid so he had to dash through the alley likes its bk tequilla shots twin pistols had to bust ass his driver look like danny trejo with the mustache saw the smoke from the barrel heard a pump blast he look at the duffle bag thats enough cash ask him if the underworld had honest fees and he replied there's no honor amongst the thieves he lit up a cigar took a few puffs put his mask on he had that wild desperado steez Verse 3 Big bag of cash and a briefcase stashed in a silver el dorado high speed chase 2 desert eagles kept his frame and his feet laced and a bad european chick with freak traits he had to lay real low out in switzerland and had to deal with shady characters and businessmen he packed a semi automatic lit the cinnamon and kept it moving cause the locals tried to finish him and he was obviously too wild for the corporate route the kind of dude sidelining ones would talk about he kept a fresh supply even through the longest drought thats why when heads want the raw they always sought him out ask him if the arms race had greater fees and he replied yeah these millions I made with ease he lit up a cigar took a few puffs put his mask on he had that ill secret agent steez
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International Arms Supplier 01:45
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Verse 1 Hard to the core been raw Marx livewire train in the rain in the dark like a prizefighter the torchbearer to your brain Ima spark fire sell heat im a international arms supplier like Lord of War Nicolas Cage been mastering the tricks of the trade swift with a blade uh the hardheaded gotta learn hard I put you underneath the soil where the roots and the worms are Foreign Shooters precise with the penmanship strength relentless bodybags in the premises I place c4 packets where your henchmen is Legendary effortless flow im the best there is oh you wanna be stars make your extras bleed shoot from out the SUV with the desert eag in a class of my own I'm in a special league best believe raw DNA im from a better breed
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Flawless Diamonds 03:14
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Verse 1 Cruising through the city when the night falls cool as a 98 deville with the white walls raw as a double pump shotti rounds soar like kamikaze im authentic you carbon copy plus your frame is a joke and your bars sloppy when its time to roll you fold like origami when they want raw they call me like they caught a body and I get to cutting like a corpse for the autopsy higher set mic check is like life or death and I move like a special agent out of IMF keep silent like confidential files are kept yet I still earned my respect you had to buy your rep gun for hire on a mission like a hired vet Raw Repertoire specialize in dialect I stay certain put the work in while you liars slept and I stay rugged like the bunker where the rifles kept Hook yeah they want that raw real hip hop I brought it back to the core of course the underground ready for the war yeah fuck the industry we settling the score who they check for when they want that raw real hip hop I brought it back to the core of course the underground ready for the war yeah fuck the industry we settling the score Verse 2 No doubt segregate the fake styles from the real I got an iron will with a prizefighters skill apply the deal when a transaction made pull it when its time like a pin on a hand grenade bullets in the briefcase where the cash is kept we move like green berets in a nanosec sign an order for firing at the harbor smuggle like peddlers diamonds at the border the moment of truth when automatics fire out in Staten Island in all black attire for anyone who threaten harm sleeper cells in the crowd creep like operatives in the pentagon they're in the street like ak's in lebanon they fly banners like gangs and they're repping strong better make sure the weapons arm keep it thorough in every sense and form rep my echelon Hook yeah they want that raw real hip hop I brought it back to the core of course the underground ready for the war yeah fuck the industry we settling the score who they check for when they want that raw real hip hop I brought it back to the core of course the underground ready for the war yeah fuck the industry we settling the score
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Foreign Arsenals 03:22
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Verse 1 I spit it raw regardless disregard all your garbage arsenal out the porsches palm the cartridge thoughts like the darkest portraits New York bring the rawness slay crowds grey clouds upon us you formless lifeless light out your iris Cobra you dealing with international snipers arm devices blast with the heavy beats Marx spread your brain mass over leather seats then laugh at your misfortune I been awesome putting in work while you was shit talking steady building my arsenal relentless and spit it vivid like hd projectors Im in the trenches with the foreign shooters calm and ruthless move lowkey foreigner don manuevers arm the rugers form like stormtroopers go to war with the stars like George Lucas Verse 2 fuck the limelight the torchbearer born to shine bright frauds don't belong in my eyesight I'm on a bronze bike bronx to chinatown back to brooklyn precise as a sniper round the stash house laying low let him buy a pound seen many men die tryna acquire the crown hard as a bulletproof humvee speak bluntly my bitch got chinky eyes like chun li it gets ugly as a bloody mess im the fucking best nothing more nothing less just the right dosage what I write potent wild ferocious like chemicals in wired explosives I run with tight lipped high rollers spit it high voltage this artform requires focus and I'm the most dedicated decorated veteran the real deal you're a replicant
11.
Dollar,Euro,Yen,Peso 04:46
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Hook Dollar, Euro Yen, Peso whatever the currency I'm on the payroll sterling, lira rupee, krona bhat, won, dinar yeah I make the quota x2 Verse 1 my income is international entrepreneur collect the mechanical on the fiscal year during the annual all payment compatible here it's only natural I cross borders on a monthly basis fly from island to island and move like the majors pursue like the bravest adventurers on the frontier keep my process radiant as the sun glare I kept investment buffers for like one year and surpass my mark this is financial art bring the plans apart study the tactics study the metrics it takes a little practice and a whole lotta patience for the process but keep the options fresh and watch the progress and get the pay like mercenaries in the middle east gun for hire get em open off initial fees Hook Dollar, Euro Yen, Peso whatever the currency I'm on the payroll sterling, lira rupee, krona bhat, won, dinar yeah I make the quota X2 Verse 2 my heart in it, official I'm au-thentic multiple passports I'm Jason Bourne with it my thought vivid, I envision and then I live it then I write about it, it's how I remain prolific by being true to myself and being realistic searching for more exotic land that I can visit its no gimmick I get it with no middle men Salute to my brother Resolute out in Switzerland and all my people out the Ice Pavilion with the rides that look like the car shows out the Chrysler Building move in silence like a sniper killing and I promise for the proper price I can re ignite the feeling it's more than rap this is economics innovate like elon musk and get the best deposits put half into investment the rest in pockets follow these rules you may end up with excessive profits Hook Dollar, Euro Yen, Peso whatever the currency I'm on the payroll sterling, lira rupee, krona bhat, won, dinar yeah I make the quota x2
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Underground's Finest 02:35
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Verse 1 I lit up a cigar like a billionaire in a skyscraper Im back, Hi hater he was described as a stranger and had a odd vibe with a wild nature classified paper he had a fine dime from Asia like to sip venetian wine with a wafer his style's greater a natural at anything with a perfect try bootlegs from chinatown was his first supply after that he put the work in emerging from out the underground where sharpshooters were lurking he said the industry was full of shit so he remained independent took a shot and the bullet hit we used to have higher standards in rap skills all that good shit what the fuck happened to that? huh now we got rappers running round in skirts all emotional with their flows I dunno which is worse its a freak show where the creepy go new world order protocols but you dont even really know do you? know the magnitude of your actions, do you? understand overcoming is crucial the gems I drop are useful the work is special listen close cause it appears so simple on a surface level but underneath is a treasure chest you would never guess its a dose of reality no special effects just a recipe expressively deliver truth in its purest form that weaponry is my specialty For real the counter culture leader I remain active burn the industry all that remains is ashes uhh so focus on the mission they try to ban the truth from the masses like liquor during the prohibition im like a stealth bomber carrying a weapon moving undetected but still you feel my presence when the missiles hit their primary target everytime I write it means death for you lying ass artists with your fake backgrounds throwaway verses your albums certified garbage that shit is worthless and if you think im hardcore or my style is too abstract I hope it confuses you more and if you think im hardcore or my style is too abstract I hope it confuses you more the artform I restore keep it thoroughly pure inevitably I will endure you're manifactured for the store so when its time to face the cold facts you're the first one out the door
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Frank Castle 02:08
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Verse 1 I'm the Punisher in open battle Frank Castle the rugged desperado with the smoking barrel I kill all your leaders with the bow and arrow then dash to the hideout to reload the ammo yeah its an assassination process the knives jagged the laser rifles are high tech the number one hitman like i'm the mobs best the trunk of the cadillac smell like rotten flesh ughh wipe it up get the proper cleanse I stay on the starting lineup you hog the bench feel fear engulf you like the marijuana stench cause I spit it deeper than the mariana trench yeah the desert eagle got custom tones throw you in the electric grinder crush your bones feed you to the alligators in the jungle zones I'm the truest the rest of them are fucking clones

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The Infamous June Marx returns with the self produced album "Rainy Night Murders", written and recorded in The Philippines (Southeast Asia) during a 2 week period of non stop heavy rain. An action packed, cinematic piece of Hip Hop, the independent artist/producer returns once more with his signature military espionage brand of lyricism over beautifully rugged instrumentals.
Torchbearer Records 2018
Trinity Site Studios LLC

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released September 22, 2018

Written, Produced and Arranged by June Marx
Torchbearer Records 2018

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June Marx is an Operation Iraqi Freedom Veteran and Independent Artist from Brooklyn, New York. He is affiliated to the groups Heavy Artillery and Cobra Unit.
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Manager: @MsNaomiHunt

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