mixed by: @sastrp // cover art: @gvzzvh x @lunasith // background vox by: @sydcxx
official amv: [https://youtu.be/6AS5czp5JZI]

lyrics: [https://genius.com/Do-not-resurrect-necrotic-grip-lyrics]
back off 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
bash in your brain with my mask off 
yea try to pray for the last time 
lame and you mad but you hate cuz your cash wrong 
i don’t want love, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i'll leave his lung on the asphalt 
i’ll leave your tongue in a glass jar 
murder with a black SCAR 
he don’t wanna dump
what the fuck, is it that hard?
he don’t wanna buck
he respond with a sad bar 
nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
i don’t want pain, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i leave his lung on the asphalt 

now i just be sippin sippin sippin slow on the blood i collect from you fuckers
and i could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that i left in my dungeon 
now cuz of my pigment i been predisposed 
to unload and attack in abundance 
but that’s just the shit they said, i go and murder cuz simply the fact that i love it 

but it’s back to the subject 
stacking bodies by the dozens 
whippin audis outta budget 
godly while i’m thumpin 
you would probly caught a couple 
grippin probly why im fucked and i don’t plan on stoppin 
she do molly while we fuckin 
creepin i might grab a snub i caught him out in public 
beam, he saw it fore it snuffed him 
he was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky

out on all platforms

necrotic grip (prod. rose)

TOTHEFISHHOOK ft. TrippyThaKid (prod. hood$)

A THING OF THE PAST [PROD. TOXICGODD]

Prod. TuMaggz

LYRICS:

My plug got sleep for value prices like the best inn
I’m quick to shit on niggas put down they whole section 
I’ll be the reason he don’t move without protection 
I might murk a pussy rappa jus fo flexin
I’m proud as fuck of where I’m at like I’m a Texan
I’m at $600 you spent thousands on investing
Shouldn’t you be big as fuck with all that cash spent
Life is tough you might be mid you need to try again

I could never let my streams go make me arrogant 
Give this shit some years 
Your career will be past tense
I’m driving past your party with my music blastin
I got this weight getting lighter feel like I’m fastin
Same lil bitch that calls you cute gon call me daddy
On god
I’m gon discriminate you fucking on these fatties
A lot
My niggas ugly with them fists but stay with baddies
The pot you smoking stankin up the spot best get from round me

Caught him at the light oh yeah that’s him spotemgottem
His bitch was talking too 
I’m snatching weaves in Top to Bottom
Shoot her with an uzi 
Now that bitch Sierra mist
Oops I shot the whole clip and missed now Maggz is pissed
Now I’m at rolling loud rolling fingers out the pound
Your house ain’t brick I’d slide through and really blow it down
Who’s that nigga zombie walkin out the fog now
Call them folks
I think Maggz escaped the dog pound

I’m the type to fuck a hoe get bored then fuck her best friend
I’m quick to shit on niggas put down they whole section 
I’ll be the reason why he move with Smith & Wessons
I might kill a pussy rappa jus fo flexin
I’m proud as fuck of where I’m at like I’m a Texan
I’m at $600 you spent thousands on investing
Why ain’t you big as fuck with all that cash spent
Life is tough you fucking mid so why you tryna win

GUT$ II - Single

GUT$ II

44hours jadeci

prod. bumboi
Lyrics:

Aye bitch I’m back from the dead 
Hold up u know that I never done left 
Rip my heart from my own fucking chest
Can’t take no breaks no I can’t take no rest 

Pushing me back to the edge of a brink 
Feeling surrounded got no where to think
Feels like I’m drowning I’m only gon sink 
See my reflection inside of this piece 

How did I end up back down in the mud in the k no cut 
I’m from a place where they show no love 
They wishing death on you waiting to flex on you hoping to see you end up in the slums 

Chopping it up back and forth with the toolie  tool 
Quick w the pack when I smoke out the room with those 
Couple of stacks make me crack a lil smile too 
Couple of stacks make me crack a lil smile too 


All in my head 
Demons still talking 
they all want me dead 
Reaper is waking me up in my bed
Stares from the corner I can’t take a breath 
 
U not my dawgs
Yall was just fronting I helped u evolve 
Eating my plate gave me nothing at all 
knew You was fake and I still let u on 


And I’m fucked up in the head 
Talking too much get you put to the test 
Cut it real short put a tech to my head 
Break a lil shorty till she fell nun left 

Moving too much I just popped me a bean 
Calming my nerves so I don’t feel seen 
Only see evil I feel like fiend 
Walking off balance I spilled all my tea

Aye bitch I’m back from the dead 
Hold up u know that I never done left 
Rip my heart from my own fucking chest
Can’t take no breaks no I can’t take no rest 

Pushing me back to the edge of a brink 
Feeling surrounded got no where to think
Feels like I’m drowning I’m only gon sink 
See my reflection inside of this piece

Back From The Dead (prod. Bumboi)

Control

MOSSBACK x SALIVA GREY - GRAVEWALKER'S ANTHEM

prod. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

Cosmic Humility Interlude

official music video

prod. MANUEL
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCT3-XIWcgc4NX1l_4lzyRaw

mix/master @spyce-sakryn
art by @whoskryo

lyrics

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

you aint spittin bars that you livin 
yeah i really been a felon for some fucked up aint kiddin
and the shit i got away with it would put me in a prison
im just better than you bitches, stop the hatin take a visit
to a psychopathic schizophrenic 
fuck around and get beheaded
thats what they expectin me to say because im white and rapping
if u hit me w them expectations im gon put yo life in fractions
split the scissors slice in back wit hammer torture fight the bastard
like yp capping what you really sayin is just hype imagined
i done had it, fed up wit the bread up bitch i gotta have it

smack bitches...wit the dirty pussy money act different 
mad pimpin when i fuckin pull up see yo stacks missin
mad women hiding cocainia in they fat prisms
scatt did it fuck around w scales n you get BLAPPP wit it
whack bidness what you been promotion ion spaz wit it
whack bitches what you tryna fuck just cause you rap wit it

tf you look like dressin all black just to rap to fuck a 2 dollar bitch
fuck outta here this my life

try to call me god try
kame hame ha kame hame ha

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

STAND UP GUY [prod. MANUEL]

993 (prod. Soulker x Xietto) Dir. KING ZABB
H H M  747  T R A S H
(Music Video): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uf9kUe05V0&t=4s

What is 100-7?

44hours jadeci

waters