Static feat. Mad Kelly

Hands

Lost it!

Interruption

Feel Real prod. Mad Kelly

Biv:

More money more problems
All the commas never solving
Happiness I slavage from the doubters
Wanna get him they got him
Stackin bodies into columns
They comin for hand outs like blossom
Make up ya mind, is you poppin or dodging
Think my mental came from hand me downs
Pull up loud, but silent when I'm out
Taught myself, and taught by my surrounds
You all bark, but courage out the pound
Got a smile on my teeth
But I die underneath
Understand what I mean
Bitch try it with me
Don't slide with the feign
Can't ride on the team
Can't say what I mean
But I owe what I need
Nose bleed to my feet
Where the money increase
Fat stack in the jean
You can never be me,
Like they wanted to be
What my enemies seen
We can never agree
Script been tucked in the sleeve
Pop when I need
But I live for a fee
You can't stay where I sleep
Shit been too simple to me
I'm sane as can be

Run up your block, fucka better get buck
Runnin your mouth, never gave you a fuck
Ain't bout the violence, but never gonna duck
Give me a reason, I'm fuckin you up
Run up your block, fucka better get buck
Runnin your mouth, never gave you a fuck
Ain't bout the violence, but never gonna duck
Give me a reason, I'm fuckin you up

nAvvvi:

Personal mild like chipotle bowl
Cis white man like the super bowl
Turn that fucko into casserole
Minute maid hand in a pigeonhole
When a wait baked take everything strait its a fate so great you can't look away
I don't stay amazed
By the shit you spray
So get the fuck away
Tik tik tok and it's non stop
Losing the canon its straight for your bedroom it's shooting out sudden
You're lucky if living, this life is all giving
The heroes are chanting they're blocking the holding
The pins are aligned like we clapping and bowling
Speak as though livid, i question your fitted
But you driving too loud like a man in a civic
So take all that back
Whoa you just graduated from dumb dumb college
Now all that's left for you is Starbucks knowledge

Civic Blossom ft. nAvvvi (Prod. KILLJAMES x 2PRO)

We still fade away
I know we tried
But that feeling never stayed 
Even in silence 
I’m fighting for a place
I know we tried to
I know we tried to
But the feeling never fades

Say the world won’t turn
Say the worst we think
Say they hold that gun
And it points to me
Said I rest my case
What’s left to say
If I hold my heart
What’s it worth to me

Break my self out
Pick my self up
Break my self out
Pick my self up
Break my self out
Pick my self up
Break my self out
Pick my self up

on my worst nights
I’m by your side
Please hold tight
Alls alright

We still fade away
I know we tried
But that feeling never stayed 
Even in silence 
I’m fighting for a place
I know we tried to
I know we tried to
But the feeling never fades

feeling never stays

@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+

MUSIC VIDEO -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j97NmoqYeC8

prod - @triplesixdelete 
mix/master - Lord Gasp 歹
⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎

Lyrics :

I just got you folded, folded like an ankle twist
Distorted
Told ya the story ends and nothing lives
Oxo kiss
Ima bent you like a fucking tissue
Blood splatters when i can’t control my anger issues

Uh, uh
Fleshlike plastic
(x4)

One pound of flesh , no more no less
After cutting a line, pull the guts out the chest
Y’all bent cuz a spine is no need when you’re dead
Why yo body still warm , boi you soak in the sweat

Hiding the corpse, what do u mean?
Under the ground now you gone like houdini
I got a blade , keep it under my beanie 
Fuck with the man and I cut, i’m sweeney

Pocket fits
Katana blades like i’m a fucking ronin
Boil em up with some macaronis
Pour the remaining blood down the sink
Quarter liter that i kept to drink
Weighting the guts then i crack the bones
Cooking all that in a crockpot
Figured out i need some bigger doses
Their bodies gonn fit in a bigger truck

-> MUSIC VIDEO

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Feel Real prod. Mad Kelly

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