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everybody a G till the quite kid be listening to this 🤣

the lyrics for this one r amazing, are there lyrics for LVST's verse?

LXXIV's verse was recorded in late 2018. GnarlyNick & Kashimotu finished the track in late 2020. MORE FYE OTW

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LXXIV x GNARLYNICK x KASHIMOTU - RELAPSE (PROD. JASIAH)

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--LYRICS--

when lx start roaming they closing they curtains expose me to crosses my skin get to burning/
choppa start bussing at vermin we curve em, the police start knocking I’m in the stu working/

I’m always hated but I’m always chosen I’ve been the one leaving em mangled and broken/
this ain’t a joke imma blow like osama yo face on the counter the room is left smoking/

changing the way that you fuckers cooperate I cannot wait till I paint that room/
red/
is it all in my head, boy I don’t really know I think I might be dead/

fuck what you heard I’m the on with the gun leave it smoking if you think I hold if for fun/
nothing funny when outside isn’t sunny I lurk in the shadows my foes turn to none/

what’s that?/
it’s a glock 45 with a toe tag get a body bag quick/
imma dip in the whip with the gang then go back home and prepare for the next hit/
that’s an all black fit with a mask to match, he keep talking that shit get his body snatched/
& I hit with speed that’s a fast attack, I’ve been off them Percs but I might relapse/

you cant hide man the devil been lurking/
I need blood so the timing is perfect/
walk in the crib and the crosses burning, lx ain’t around his soul deserted/
change my ways I could never do that/
man it’s all im gods plan imma face the fact/
imma grab that trap then reverse it, purge it, blow off my head get a surgeon/
ion pray to no god only pray to myself/
& I pray to that weapon that sit on my shelf/
like a cancer cell only time will tell, if it’ll fuck me over or if all is well/
but imma spin that block like a carousel/
send every gang banger straight down to hell/ 
& we all prevail when you don’t take that shit, if you wanna test then imma put yo ass in an acid bath I grab the mac then blast his back nothing sweet when the god attack/
you fucking fag we never lack, no time for cap, when you see me it’s a wrap/
boy it’s a wrap I wipe off maps/
I just snap then my killas come fast/
hit ya crib then we dip with the cash, we don’t leave a witness better run like the flash/
face to face with everybody I hate/
break the chains then I roam with the greats/
laser aim i shoot for nothing but brains/
I’m insane so I can’t be blamed/
lace the blunt I smoke straight propane, put coke in my nose then I kill all my foes/
WILL I GET BETTER WHO KNOWS 
WILL I GET BETTER WHO KNOWS

Spotify & Apple Music

God Wants It This Way [PROD. IKVRI]

prod. PREZ SINATRA

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
it's that demented motherfucker
i'm kicking it with my brothers
repping the *59
you know GREY the fucking color
my gat screaming "kill 'em, wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
smoking 'em like some indo
let the pistol up and spray
never could be fucked with
my dick they love to suck it
they calling me game 7 slick
i switch a bitch like subjects
pull up continental
make a hoe get sentimental
i got 18K in dental
balling with no fundamentals
michael jackson off a thriller dose
hold off on the killer dose
cooking up in a rental
"BAM!"
Emeril with the chemical
northside general
pull up in that benz
forgis turn it something cynical
anyway
think i'm bout to die by anyday
half high pass five
rolling up that mary jay
i might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA
hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away
hot boy turn the block out
pimping out the crack house
macking up on these bitches
flew a hoe to fuck from krakow
my dick threw her back out
packed and flew her back out
been running and gunning and fucking
all while tripping in a black out
mane it's the killer
northside guerilla
mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer
tell me who keep it realer?
there's no drug i ain't touched
Basquiat you face and i Banksy your face up
boy aim with your face up
they clowns with no make up
this me before warm ups
i ain't even laced up
fuck boy get your rank up
robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto
i was born to die
let 'em fry



[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
ruby getting up in them gizzards
neck look like a blizzard
keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so i move just like a lizard
backwood tastes vanilla
popping pain killers
grip the .45
i feel like the grey gorilla
chickenheads flocking
they think i'm a quesadilla
beating up the pussy i must be a lady killer
papa pine break your spine
rub her clit like it's a vibe
now she's asking what's my sign so i threw up the *59
i'm the lord of the 7th ward
pick the lock of heaven's door
feel no need to settle scores
leave pussies red and sore
never called her back she breaking down like metalcore
everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn
check the score
GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th 
what a chore
rolled a blunt so big we'll have to light it with a torch
whip looks like it might've lost the second world war
ruby such an animal
7th ward dragon
when i breathe it's fucking flammable
keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
all these fucking chains
you would think i'm wearing mannacles
yea bitch tell what's happening
dick so big i'll turn her pussy to the grand canyon
all my haters pussy like i keep on smelling salmon
keep it old school
i might pull up with a cannon
yeah bitch tell me what it is
wake up with a smile picking out the right fit
oj in the morning like i stabbed a white bitch
every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

G59Records.com

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Fucking Your Culture

FUCKING YOUR CULTURE

Black on black on black match the gun, carry when I stunt
Click clack, Man of War, at the door, could you get it hun?
He thought shit was sweet, he didnt know, he bout to run
Yo wife done set you up, she sent a hitman having fun

Smoking your homie stuffed into my blunt
Light up your homie like Im rolling Runtz
Popping they heads like Im killing Grunts
No Lynyrd no Skynyrd, but Im on the hunt

D.E.A.D in the H.E.A.D.
Its like fuck you pay me
Smoking weed that got me hazy, crazy
Bitch Im too fucked, I cant get up, Im feeling lazy
Bitches chirping up around me
Nah, I cant with sluttys
Pass you off and smash the bestie
Ha, dick so good it had her crazy
I cant be no sober sanely

Im on the pain gang
Ouija is swinging things
My choppa is trying to sing
Suicide bomber, go out with a bang

I walk how I talk and I talk how I walk, accelerate plot like Im changing lanes
Blowing the pot like a kettle, with heavy death metal, get stepped on, belittle, I dont wanna settle, Im snatching ya chain
I want the money yes even the change with all of the pain 

Im going insane man
Ouija is swinging things
My choppa is trying to sing
Suicide bomber, go out with a bang

You a sweet boy, not from streets boy
Im guaranteeing that you screaming at the sight of demons boy

Hearing bout seven or more
Hearing us breaking in get on the floor
Using your blood for the art
Run with the dogs but none of them bark

I think it should stop where it started
Im traveling back and Im sinking the ark
You believing the news you retarded
But that isnt all that sets me apart

The channels at your local market
Counting the corpses, statistic 
CIA mind control mission
Another kid went out ballistic 
Suited with legal assistance
Sending them out with a vision
I spoke with the devil to write this
He brought back feelings that I miss
Anger with nothing to fight it
Fueling that something that I lit
Cut off your tongue or just bite it
Peeling your skin cuz I like it

Youll feel the pain okay
You in my face? No way
Move on my wrath today
Whos in my path today?

Im ruining everything
Why do I feel like this way?
Im praying that I fade away
Sending us all to the grave

Ouija used to squeegee, making chow mein for like fifteen
Writing suicide letters in the gutter when will I be free?

Population Control (prod. Death to Hellmane)

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT +PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE+

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freebobbyshmurda ft. ameer vann

RAGE QUIT [Prod. TYDEZ]

Megalodon (Prod. Kingwicked)

IWannaBitchLikeDillionHarper (prod. Azrael)

FUCKERY w/ Kill Ebola

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LYRICS:
https://genius.com/Soxsu-city-boyz-anthem-prod-cheddar-bob-lyrics
BITCHES WANNA FLEX, THAT THEY MOVE ON TO THE NEXT
I AINT EVER GETTIN FAZED, LIKE YEAH OKAY
BITCH YOU INSECURE, YOUR INTENTIONS NEVER PURE
YOU A TOXIC LIL HOE, STAY MAD ALL DAY
X24, ALWAYS CAUGHT UP IN A WAR
THATS SEVEN DAYS A WEEK, I REVEL IN PAIN
TRYNA CATCH A FADE
IMMA LEAVE U IN A DAZE
I DONT GIVE FUCK BITCH
IMMA DO IT FOR THE RAGE
YUH
MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS LIL BITCH
I CAN SEE THAT YOU PEEKING AT ALL THAT I DO
I KNOW THAT YOU BIDING YOUR TIME AND AS SOON AS IM UP YOU GON' BE LIKE "HEY BABE WHAT IT DO?"
NAH
STEP THE FUCK BACK
IM SCHEMING TO CONQUER THE WORLD, GOT NO NEED FOR YO ASS
I DONT GIVE A FUCK NO MORE
AINT NOBODY OUT HERE READY FOR MY FINAL FORM

HEY BITCH, YOU AINT SHIT
YOUR PUSSY AINT GOLD DONT LIKE IT (X4)

REAL ASS MOTHER FUCKER GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A BITCH
BIG FUCKIN STRAP, BURN FIVE, SIX CLIPS
PULL UP TO THE CRIB WITH A DEATH WISH, SHIT
I BE HAPPY TO OBLIGE, IM A SLAVE TO THE SIN

IF WE NOT TALKING BUSINESS, LIL BITCH
GO AHEAD MOVE ON, JUST KEEP OUT MY SIGHT
ONLY THING ON MY MIND IS THE BREAD RIGHT NOW, DONT YOU DARE TO EVEN TRY AND BITE
HAH
FUCKIN PSYCHOPATH, GOTTA LET MY RAGE OUT
WRAPPED UP, I DONE SPLAT MY BRAIN OUT
CITY BOYZ MOVEMENT, STICKS READY, BLAZE OUT
WE FINNA OVERTHROW EVERY CITY, BURN DOWN

IF YOU WANNA SIZE UP, LEAVE YOU OUTTA OPERATION
SURGICAL PRECISION WHEN IM SERVING LACERATIONS
LET ME MAKE SELF CLEAR ONE MORE TIME
HEAD BANG SHIT MAKE SURE U GET IT RIGHT LIKE

HEY BITCH, YOU AINT SHIT
YOUR PUSSY AINT GOLD DONT LIKE IT (X4)

CITY BOYZ ANTHEM (PROD. CHEDDARBOB)

Second single taken off "Cytopathic". Coming next month!

WITH: @GULLYSPIT & @DEPTHSTRIDA
PROD: @KIRAWTHESAVIOR
MIX: @NAVVVI
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[SAINT SLEEP]
I got that cough so we set it up
Come to your block then I wet it up
Invite the virus inside of your home
Enter veins now you ape shit
Bad to the bone marrow
Black widow tap on your eyelids
Clip rip through your bitch catch her carcass on the floormat

I don't care where you been
I don't care what you seen
Mucus found on the scene

Xanax in the slammer slanging bodies out the cellar
Bet I find your skeleton hanging on the park bench
Car bent out of shape
Face down in the shit stain
Quarantine the whole trap spray the germs off the chain

DESIGNER GET STRIPPED OFF THE BODY PILE
BITCHES SELLING VACCINES ON THE BLOCK I THINK I NEED IT NOW

[BRIDGE]
Nothing left now but a dead scene and a deadlock
Burnt bridges nowhere left to go homie gotta let go
Let go
Let go
Tell me when you let go
Let go
Homie gotta let go

[GULLYSPiT]
Piss out the misery
Coke in my blood if it spill I go surfing
Get with the program or get labelled worthless
It’s not a sickness just rot on the surface
Bio-machinery ticks like a clock
Chase it with lime now the gears met a rock
Invade the middle then go back and bomb all the chalk
I know the air leave you choking but think of the stock

Pinned like an animal, pathogen phoenix
Fuck with yo mental, restructure the helix
Believe in nothing get killed with the heathens
I know it’s hard but you better not fight the adhesion
I know the lesion grows faster, increasing the fracture
With stress it reopens, no treating the cancer
Were hoping it sells

Can’t hear the siren it’s drowning itself
Doc made a promise these pills do me well
Doc made a promise that imma get right
What does he know?
Carried away by the night
I hear the silence it’s grows
I’m at the end of the rope
I know that I gotta go
Gotta let go
Gotta let go

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Peel off the surface that humans call skin
Im the disease theres no way you can win
Creep thru the city they buried me in
And father forgive me cause I commit sins
Bitch I strida walk right through your block
Ay fuck with me you get wet up
Ay they call me the devils blood
Cause I stomp humans to the ground

Ay im a virus
And you gon die from me
Okay, call me the medics
And they will run in fear
(Contagious contagious
I think I caused a plague bitch)x2

Cytopathic

Quarantine ft. Gullyspit & Depth Strida

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Quarantine ft. Gullyspit & Depth Strida [prod. kiraw]

PROD SEZM
ART BY LEATHERFACE

STREAM ON SPOTIFY! https://open.spotify.com/track/3lZ9EisZYP5nielDIm8odC

BROC $TEEZY X SEZM X ONI INC. - DER RIESE PROD. SEZM

Mixed & Mastered by Sinizter

Hook:
Spit fire watch yo skin dissolve/
Mix the gas with the alcohol/
Molotov, like a fireball/
Choppa kickin’ like it’s Masvidal/
Spit fire watch yo skin dissolve/
Mix the gas with the alcohol/
Molotov, like a fireball/
Choppa kickin’ like it’s Masvidal/

Verse:
Off rip, ima dead him if he talk shit/
One kick, goin’ straight at yo fuckin’ ribs/
Coffin, that’s that shit gon’ be lyin’ in/
Caution, better use it when you talkin’ shit/

I ain’t goin’ back and forth you, cause bitch it’s on sight/
Left right hooks then it’s good night/
You the type, yeah you the type/
You the type to act tough guy/

Layin’ him out on the ground and I’m takin’ his body and wipin’ the floor/
Punchin’ and kickin’ his face in he showin’ his back so I’m makin’ him snore/
Sinny be sicker than syphilis spittin’ that violence, I want some more/
I just be rippin’ and tearin’ like I am the Doomslayer here for the gore/

Man down, man down, now he man down/
Hometown, you get knocked out/
Pussy boy this is my playground/
Shut it down, then I take the crown/

Hook:
Spit fire watch yo skin dissolve/
Mix the gas with the alcohol/
Molotov, like a fireball/
Choppa kickin’ like it’s Masvidal/
Spit fire watch yo skin dissolve/
Mix the gas with the alcohol/
Molotov, like a fireball/
Choppa kickin’ like it’s Masvidal/

MASVIDAL - Single

MASVIDAL

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MASVIDAL (prod. LILTERROR)

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