@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

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)

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 ARAGOTH + VINCE.M10
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

LYRICS:

MILITXNT:
Stomp on his face with my motherfucking timberlands
 grabbing the knife bouta commit a sin again 
spinning the  block like a mf ceiling fan
 move on ya block I don’t need to be vigilant
 pull up to ya spot with a motherfucking  two piece 
roll ya ass up like a motherfucking loos leaf 
That pussy  boy talk but the mag barking louder 
smoking his family his tree turn to powder
 family is crying I’m burning his flowers 
guts on the floor u know we can devour
 kill Tracy don’t talk to crazy
put ya hands down u not banging 
speak again there’s no more waiting 
hit ya family where there laying 
u talk like a gangster you nothing but bitch made 
carve out his body it’s empty got blood stains
all on my face cus we ripped em up Ak 
stick at ya grandmothers why u ain’t pack shit
 always on me make that pussy do back flips 
taking his bag count it up I can’t stack shit 
broke lil bitch u ain’t never gonna make it 
speak on the gang know I’m coming with big sticks
 reload the Glock give me time got some big clips 
sharpen my knife ready fuck em up wrist slits

PROPHET:
I’m in Lawrence MA 
Come out here we can play 
Got a big Mac 11 
Disfigure yo face 
You ain’t going to heaven 
Ain’t leaving no trace 
Lay down your family 
Put them in a grave 
Broke little fxggot 
Speak on homies name
stomp on your head 
Til I start seeing brains 
Breaking your jaw 
Put your face on the pave
You want the smoke 
I can fly outta state 
Pull up at your door 
We know right where you stay 
Got rugers with Glocks 
And a couple ak’s  
We gon pull up 
And won’t leave til your slain 
You get beat down 
And we’re snatching yo chain 
ain’t met a real one
This shit ain’t a game 
Rep for the set
I put on for the gang 
I’m with some og’s
That put in the pain 
Cut up your body 
And watch the blood drain 
I hope you die 
From a needle in vein
OD on fentanyl
Laced with your Caine 
Turn you to a puddle 
I’m leaving a stain 
If you got a bitch 
She my side, not a main 
She wanna slide 
Got her wet like the rain 
I am animal 
You cannot tame 
I need the money 
You’re in it for fame 
Pussy your fucking 
career is a shame 
Look at your face 
I can see you’re a lame 
I got advice for you 
stay in your lane 
Killing brings joy 
That I cannot contain 
I’ll keep on killing 
Long as I remain

MILITXNT X PROPHET - WEKILLEDTRACY

PROD NETUH
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Dragging my blade on the ground 
As a walk through the cave 
& I look for the devil 
to stare in his face 
Watching the downfall
Of this human race 
Mass genocide 
Imma start a new plague x2

Break out the chains 
But I can’t escape pain 
Imma cut all my veins 
& then let that shit drain 
Imma leave a red stain 
I might blow out my brains 
And I know I’m insane 
But I know who to blame 
Im a god amongst peasants 
feel hate every day 
Put your head on a spike 
And your heart on a plate 

turn you to waste
And just let you decay 
And lil bitch you cant hide 
So just come out and play 
My choppa’s loaded 
and ready to spray 
Aimed at his head 
Gave em no time to pray 
need people like me
To put punks in there place 
Mutha fuck feds 
I ain’t catching a case
Run from the law 
Like I’m doing the race 
Speed up In the whip 
Lead the cops in a chase 

Crush his bones feel em break
Then I piss on his grave 
Fuck a pig leave em slain 
Choppa beams like a rave 
Imma demon imma wraith 
And your soul im finna take 
Cut the heads off the snakes 
I can see through the fakes 

Crush his bones feel em break
Then I piss on his grave 
Fuck a pig leave em slain 
Choppa beams like a rave 
Imma demon imma wraith 
And your soul im finna take 
Cut the heads off the snakes 
I can see through the fakes 

Make you feel all of my rage 
I don’t feel shit but this hate 
I’ll get my get back just wait 
when I kill em I’ll feel great 
opps are finna meet their fate
Grab the blade decapitate 
Imma up the murder rate 
None of y’all can escape 

Welcome to judgement day 
I’ll leave you feeling dismay 
Chop got a beam like a ray
Still I’m not leaving a trace 
Lick the blood love the taste
Choppa eats say yo grace 

Dragging my blade on the ground 
As a walk through the cave 
& I look for the devil 
to stare in his face 
Watching the downfall
Of this human race 
Mass genocide 
Imma start a new plague x2

BONE CRUSHER

[Prod.ELE]
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featuring
@distortionthe1
www.instagram.com/lorddistortion/
open.spotify.com/artist/43tKe2Vlr…GdSIawz3-A7bsqtA

Cover: @dhaelo AKA @zyrom

Stream On Spotify!

Isolation (feat. Lord Distortion)

GROWING FANGS (FEAT. FXCKJAMiE) [PROD. SUBTRY]

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

Im not a master im gone,
Abyss is my bitch im the son,
Shining so bright come along,
Teeth diamond, faded from the morsels in the cup
Sippin mushies from a tea bag, did you see that 
Shapes bendin like yo mama kept it secret does it seem bad
Beam-lead out my fuckin chrome - you a bean bag 
Spillin out on the floor, make a mess yo team sad
Hacky-sacky aint so fun when your homie bleedin, feel that?
Hackin this terror out my system need a clean rag
Wipe the blood off my katana, ronin de-man
Lead with - dishonor and a motherfuckin seq-eunce
Im the ghost, a duely host for this clean man
Did you hear me are you thinkin im a mean man 
Most of the time im kinda nice but ive seen shit
So I handle knife like a motherfuckin genius,,
Scriptz
Yeah
G
E
N

I
U
S
Great
 Energy 
   Never 
     In 
      an 
        Umbral 
          Set
Shadow isnt fuckin castin cuz im the one pick
Plucking heart strings, rappin bout the hard things you a bitch
I can never be a fan had to become artist 
Supple touch for these hoes cuz they've been through hard shit
Lest they want a fuckin poundin cuz I have a lot to give
Vigorous soon viral, now she burnin when she piss me off
Intelligent, not irrelevant, smoke it one drag for the hell of it
iil embellish it, desert eagle with some gold trim to elevate,
like to bring shit to a higher level than I found it with 
peel back all those layers, strip those bitches from their shell n shit
Like to make em better, and bit wetter, wake up in my bed girl,
Ill scribe the medicine, your name into the next world
What I mean is im the demi-urge to kill a god
Sky's fuckin burning now, apostles off their horse and sloths
Im not a master im gone,
Abyss is my bitch im the son,
Shining so bright come along,
Teeth diamond, faded from the morsels in the cup

GHOST TALK (PROD. LLOUIS)

DEMISE W/ SHOKI (Prod. RULZ)

Produced By. Billy Sane
Artwork By. Sick Again
Engineered By. Baby Gos

I just dropped a pill inside my juice
I don’t like to be alone i like to feel abused
I been chillin by my lonely in my room
I Idon’t like to go outside, hiding from my doom￼
So shorty why you always on my back?
Baby don’t open the blinds i like it when it’s black
I been tryna make it happen hella fast
foot ain’t ever on the brake it’s always on the gas

She be kissing on my neck as she clawing at my belt
shorty cannot keep away like she in love with my smell
I can only wish her well help her break from her spell
cuz how tf i’m posed to love if i cannot even love myself?

If she
Wanna test me make it rain up in this bitch
If he
Wanna try me slide the blade right down his wrist
Iffy
If I love or even care for this bitch
But I
Know that imma end this night with a kiss

I just dropped a pill inside my juice
I don’t like to be alone i like to feel abused
I been chillin by my lonely in my room
I Idon’t like to go outside, hiding from my doom￼
So shorty why you always on my back?
Baby don’t open the blinds i like it when it’s black
I been tryna make it happen hella fast
foot ain’t ever on the brake it’s always on the gas

Spinning out the whip I gotta dash
I’ma trash it
Spinning out my mind I hit the stash
Till the ash hit

Living and existing ain’t the same
I know that shit
Creating to survive until I thrived
When did that hit

Cult fuck round
Got a thousand kids
We done raw dogged life
Using dreams as spit
I done live this life like I’m leaving it
Please wake up, you are sleeping in

I just dropped a pill inside my juice
I don’t like to be alone i like to feel abused
I been chillin by my lonely in my room
I Idon’t like to go outside, hiding from my doom￼
So shorty why you always on my back?
Baby don’t open the blinds i like it when it’s black
I been tryna make it happen hella fast
foot ain’t ever on the brake it’s always on the gas

ABUSED ft. $LOTHBOI [prod. Billy Sane]

Space Cowboy

P¡T GANG!

All Credits + Lyrics In Description.

ABUSED ft. $LOTHBOI [prod. Billy Sane]

✧BABY GOS✧

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