Playlist of songs by Spider Gang members and people affiliated with them

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SPIDER GANG VOL 3

bivstillmakingmylifesounds

Biv / BLCKK

BLCKK

Back the fuck up off my set
I forgive, but don't forget
You been less than what you said
You just dance around my head

Off again, dead and spent
All my bread
No more checks
Fuck a vest
I project
All my love, all my hate
Is offense
I commend
How you been
Better yet
In your head
Exercise
All condemned

I been out for a while
Guess I'm just going for smiles
Buddy wanna walk my miles
Be like me you gonna die for a while

You can't tell me wait
Still don't want this place
Sleep in my mistakes
Rip the skin from face
You want me replaced
I want love that's safe
I want less in case
They just let me cave

Back the fuck up off my set
I forgive, but don't forget
You been less than what you said
You just dance around my head

discounts (Prod. by SKOTSKR)

Biv:

Bitch I been take a loss
Life bluer than my balls
People living off the moss
Rusty, crusty, your bitch tossed
I'm still salty and I love it
I'm still the only one livin above it
I run my business, I live on the budget
Make it myself, while you bitches is puppets
All of my bitches is bussin
All of my homies made somethin from nothin
Nobody do how I does it
If they could they would of done it
If it's money then we cut it
I don't get time for discussin,
Life been on track how I run it
Ain't gonna tell you I air out the function
But I got problems from mental consumption

Back to the pack, I feel her in my jack
Rent the staff, ya daddy cut the check
Ice on the wrist, but they slit the neck
Back to back, I lay my soul to rest

Call what you want
Boy you fake with the pump
Act like you carry the stuff
You just a moufuckin punk
Action ain't shit that you trust
Bitch you a one and you done
Call what you want,
Boy you a fake with the pump

Bitch I'll take my life, before I ever claim the street
People off and dyin, but that's problems we don't see
I don't want no vulture, but they listen, act a feign
Just because my color match the world they live and breathe

I don't want no vulture, but they listen, act a feign
Just because my color match the world they live and breathe


BLCKK:

keep that bitch just to fuck it
I ain’t never really love it
body stack i’m above it
get the paper finger fuck it I love it I’m bodying bitches in public I-

yeah
got what I wanted I did it myself
all of ya people been fucking with 12
I walk around and i’m grippin my belt
yeah yeah yeah yeah

10 of my bitch can’t take that shit
double my pay yeah fuck that split
got it all black can’t see my fit can’t see that shit like

It don’t matter what you wanted i got it already can’t sell my clique
I been through it I been did it im fucking around i’m on my shit

I just bought the first gun
I just caught the first one
yeah yeah
I ain’t paying my bond
get ya brother out the pond
yeah yeah

I compare to y’all best
I could fuck up y’all set
yeah uh
I could send it through a vest
give that pussy bitch a rest
ha

I start sippin black
I can’t run it back
i’m on track
watch me hit my shit
flip that fucking bitch
let her quit

GET IT
RIGHT
BACK
HE AINT
NEVER
COMING BACK
UH
PUT THE
BITCH
DOWN
SHE WONT
LOVE ME
WHEN IM
DOWN
UH

Pain Script ft. BLCKK

It ain't problems, shit I guess so
This things just get old
The temple to the pistol
Shit if I misspoke
I am so
Done with 365, flying by till I'm numb
More than I wished for

Did I bring it on myself
We'll never tell
Baby help
I'm not feelin so well
This is probably mistakes to be askin for health

I'm a damage that'll dwell
Cold case, I'ma fail
Cold case, I'ma fail
I'm a damage that'll dwell
Cold case, I'ma fail
Cold case, I'ma fail


Fall off the face
Bitch I can't stand what I crave
I can't just live this place
I'm the worst one to say
More than I pay
Bitch I got burdened with pain,
It's a place that I saved
Just to go back up in chains
Rush your eyes through my veins
I was your only mistake

End Of Me

You don't think, you just act, yuh
You can't speak, push that back, yuh
Too attached, shit won't last, yuh
You speak sad, I'm so glad, yuh
Fuck everything that we had
I tried to bury it dead
Fuck everything that we had
I tried to bury it dead
I tried to bury it dead
I tried to bury it dead

Flash out
Back route
Fuck around pulling my past out
Life on script, with the cast out
Panicked in fits till I pass out
Deal with your shit till I blast out

And I
Cry for help, but lie
And I
Cry for help, but lie
And I
Cry for help, but lie
Die
Die

Flash Route ft. Cort (Prod. by Cort)

PROD. @jamesgorczyca1

THIS WHAT YOU GET
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY MAMA
THIS WHAT YOU RAISED
I'MA THROW MY LIFE AWAY
I'MA KILL MYSELF ONE DAY
I'MA KILL MYSELF ONE DAY
THAT'S OKAY
I GOTTA FANTASIZE BOUT SUM
I JUST LIVE FOR THE EXCITE
I DON'T WANNA TAKE A BREAK
I DON'T WANNA EXERCISE
AND ALL THESE NEVER WANTS PILE IN MY MIND
MAYBE I'M BETTER OFF DYIN' IN THE LIGHT
THAT'S ALRIGHT
I WON'T PLAY THE VICTIM
I WORK ALL DAY TO GET SUM
I THINK I NEED A PICK UP
I'M SELFISH AND VINDICTIVE
AND NOW MY WORK IS OVER
AND I'M UP ON THE POSTER
I LEAVE THE CHILDREN BROKEN
NOW THEY AIN'T EVER SOBER
INTERNET IS BLEEDING THRU MY EYES
I WANNA BE LIKE YOU, I'M BLEEDING OUT MY ARMS
GET SOME MONEY THEN WE GOIN' UP TO MARS
FOR SOME HAPPINESS, IT'S CLOSE, BUT NO CIGAR
GETTIN' REST
I WON'T EVER SEE YOUR FACES AGAIN
SHOUTOUT FRIENDS
THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S UP IN MY HEAD
WHAT'S THE POINT
IF EVERY SINGLE TIME I WAKE UP ANNOYED
I'M IN THE VOID
FLOAT AWAY, IT SOUNDS LIKE SUM I'D ENJOY
CLOSER TO MY HEART
OPEN MY CHEST WITH A BRICK
GOT SO MANY GIFTS
BUT MY PASSION DON'T WANT TO STICK
TAKE ME OFF THE SONG MY FRIEND
JUST TAKE ME OUT THE MIX
YOU CANNOT FIX SOMETHING
THAT DOES NOT WANT TO BE FIXED
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP

KILL YOURSELF (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

https://youtu.be/szT1zb5dkng

prod. @skotskr
cover by @salvatore.zed

you will get fucked up

equip the wicked witch
and swing my fist
into the pit
i dont talk to niggas
take my dick
ill break it through you
bitch
big dog
fuck a label
ima make em
drink my piss
fuck the show
i blow the venue up
and make em not exist
aH
FUCK IT UP

im getting tired
im in the fire
im tryna make it
before i retire
getting a tat
on my arm thats a spider
up in the trees
i got me a sniper
uh
fuck the game like im gay
uh
body a rapper
filet
uh
boy get the fuck out
the way
uh
i got a bag to chase
fuck it up

i break down the walls
this shit a beat down
i will never let down
i break the walls
i break the walls
and i will never let down i
break the walls
break the walls
break the walls

fuck it up

Listen

THE SAME THING OVER & OVER (PROD. WENDIGO)

PROD. @dimalamperd

MY GOD
I PRAY THEY DON'T TAKE ME TONIGHT
IT AIN'T NO REASON OR SEASON REQUIRED
TO TRY TO FIGHT

DECAYING CARCASS
DECAYING CARCASS

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A DEAD BODY?
GOT DEBT ON ME
AND HE LOOKIN OUT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO WET HOMIE
AS I PLED NOT ME
AND I SAID SORRY
AND HE FILL ME UP WITH HOLES RIGHT IN THE PARTY

NEVER WAS ENOUGH
GET YOU IN THE GUT
BET YOU FEELIN TOUGH AS A BITCH
LIKE WUSSUP
THEN YOU START TO THINK
AND YOU FUCKED UP
NOW YOU FUCKIN DONE WHAT YOU DID
I'LL EXPLAIN IT IN A WAY YOU UNDERSTAND
AIN'T NOBODY FUCKIN WITH YOU NOT EVEN YA MANS
FAKE ANOTHER FLEX
WASTE AND NOW REGRET
PUT IT ON THE SET
BREAK MY FUCKIN NECK

I GIVE YOU MY BEST
I AIN'T SENDIN THREATS
I GUESS I BETTER SMOKE THIS QUICK
CUZ YOU GON SMOKE ME NEXT
AND IT'S LAME FOR REAL
WHAT A SHAME FOR REAL
I THOUGHT WE WAS BOUTA BREAK THIS FUCKIN CHAIN FOR REAL

DECAYING CARCASS
DECAYING CARCASS

MY GOD
I PRAY THEY DON'T TAKE ME TONIGHT
IT AIN'T NO REASON OR SEASON REQUIRED
TO TRY TO FIGHT

DEATH BREATH (PROD. DIMALAMPERD)

FT. @ssjcxrpse
PROD. @novafled

BEAMY:

BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
YALL BOUTA FEEL THIS
BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
YALL BOUTA FEEL THIS

EVERYONE IN THE CLUB LOOKIN RAT SHIT TODAY
I AIN'T BOUT LETTIN NO MORE THAT RAP SHIT IN MY WAY
I CUT THE FAT OFF BUT THAT AIN'T HAPPENIN TO MY STEAK
I GOT A MILLION MORE I'M PACKIN INTO MY PACE
YOU AINT SO HARD BOY YOU GOT THE WACKEST SHIT IN THE PLACE
PULL UP AND PARK IT BEFORE I SMACK THE BITCH IN HIS FACE
BITCH I'M FROM THE BAY AYE
DON'T FUCK WIT LA AYE
I'MA OWN A FARM BEFORE I DRINK OUT OF A BABY
I AIN'T MONKEYING AROUND UNLESS YOU BOUTA PAY ME
I'M A FUCKIN PRICK BUT YOU A MUTHAFUCKIN LAME AYE
I'M JUST TRYNA BE ME
AIN'T NOBODY BEAMY
I'MA COOK AND EAT, EAT
HOOK ON THE MEAT, MEAT
I CAN'T EVEN HEAR THE PEOPLE TRYING TO DELETE ME
IN THIS MOFUCKA WITH THE PEACE LIKE A TREATY

BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
FUCK ALL MY OLD FRIENDS
EVERYTHING I EVER PUT MY ALL INTO IS GOLDEN
SOUL NEVER SOLD BITCH
FLAME IS EMBOLDENED
BEAMY GOD, CULT
IS THE LANE OF THE CHOSEN

BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
YALL BOUTA FEEL THIS
BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
YALL BOUTA FEEL THIS
BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
YALL BOUTA FEEL THIS
BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
YALL BOUTA FEEL THIS

CXRPSE:

I'M LIKE HOMELANDER IN THIS BITCH
YEA I'M STRONGER, I'M BETTER
THEY COULDN'T COMPETE WITH US
NAH, NOT EVER
I'MA GO COUNTIN THE PROVOLONE AND THE CHEDDAR
ONE DAY I'LL DIE AND I'LL BE ON SOME NIGGA'S HEADER
STILL I'M KILLIN IT WITH NO BOOTH
SMOKIN ROLLIES, SPITTIN' OUT A TOOTH
NIGGAS LOOKIN SAD THEY AIN'T EATIN NO FOOD
HOW THEY MAD AT ME CUZ I'M SPITTIN MY TRUTH
LIKE EVERYTHING I SAY CORRUPTING THE YOUTH
WE SMOKIN LOUD WE AIN'T ROLLIN NO BOOF
CUBE SITTIN DOWN, CHILLIN ON THE STOOP
I'M ULTIMATE LIKE DENZEL SAID
SWITCH IT UP LIKE DENZEL SAID
I'M EVIL LIKE THE DREADS ON DENZEL HEAD
IT'S FOR MY GANG, LEAVIN EVERYONE ELSE DEAD
I'M THINKIN BOUT TRAVELING OUT OF THE STATE
WHAT DO WE DO WITH THE MONEY, OKAY
I HAVE AN IDEA, HEAR ME OUT
I BRING THE GUAAAAAAP TO NEW YORK

BOMB (FT. CXRPSE) (PROD. NOVAFLED)

Got no time for hesitation
She wanna keep my location
She wanna make me a haven
She wanna test all my patience
I can't believe you no more
Setting me up my sedation
Settle my head to the floor
Hop out the whip he go faceless

Walkin walkin by the moon yuh
Lights get brighter in my room yuh
Got em jumping out the roof yuh
Got em jumping for the juice yuh
Pop it pop it in the coup yuh
They ain't know you like I do yuh
Pushing my luck if I choose
All this money making you yuh

here for the day i couldn’t promise you tomorrow though
keep breathing, pop out at another show
tint it all black, fucking whip it through the snow
never came back bitch, nothing i don’t know

only get the work done for my sake
felt like i don’t do it on my off days
every twenty seconds get a new raise
drown shit season bitch old bay

trust me i don’t it for the motherfucking payroll
shit still on the way though
boy i’m bout to wrap his fucking body up, 
it’s certain shit you really gotta pay for

don’t tempt me
promise you i do it through the pay phone
check on what you sent me
matter fact, go on back and make it heavy

Feed me lies I can feel
I wanna know when it's real
Nobody round when there's sale
Glasses go up when it fails
Put my heart on the pavement
I been trying to save it
Love been my time gettin wasted
Only your love gonna save it

this the type of shit you get for fucking with my patience
i could give him one look, i don’t need to say shit
i woke in the type of mood today where i hate shit
you know, the one where tryna erase shit
fuck it you the one if you say so
today it’s ’bout what you made though
i got two hours of sleep i think im seeing shit
two songs in a day just to match it
you ain’t dealt with by tomorrow it’d be magic
shit i tried to give you a pass you couldn’t catch it
couldn’t blame me get that shit over with
get the fuck up outta the road with it
said i could keep the fuck on going 
and keep on showing you
bitch i want the problem with everyone tell em to get em some
im the typa shit you avoid like mayweather floyd
this the typa shit i’m on
you know, the one where tryna erase shit

Put my heart on the pavement
I been trying to save it
Love been my time gettin wasted
Only your love gonna save it
Got no time for hesitation
She wanna keep my location
She wanna make me a haven
She wanna test all my patience
I can't believe you no more
Setting me up my sedation
Settle my head to the floor
Hop out the whip he go faceless

Off Day Ft. BLCKK (Prod. by BLCKK)

lyrics:

sue me for all the samples
just wanted someone to listen to me
way to talk without being visible me
and who you see when you look at me not the same
ten toes trippin im victim to every game
admittedly switched up,
when living isn’t enough,
if that wasn’t fucked up,
no pieces for picking up
consider who clean it up ‘for you pull the trigger and tuck
and that fact of that on its own sprout grudges because i’m stuck

im dead wrong
i been it since i jumped on
anxiety eat me up over a phone call
i’m shaking and waking up when the sun isn’t out
can’t remember the last time i tried talking it out
i got old friends,
i used to call my blood
i seen the news about em its twisting inside my gut
might as well be dead how the drugs is eating him up
i don’t wanna see him in person it’s bad enough

i got bottles and cheap distractions bought for comforting me
you not poppin me over instagram you stuck here with me
if you breathing above the dirt and don’t feel lucky to be
then it’s half of me that could feel you but it’s touchy to see
cause its fifty percent of walking on this planet that’s nothing
forty percent on top of that that make you feel something
if part of that make you sick and ninety still didn’t cut it
then it’s ten percent you could love about it made out of money

i’m not the type to talk
unless it’s liquor in me
i’m thanking god for skot
i’m thanking god for beamy
every time that i text him james send it back in a minute
if matt and jack wasn’t with me, ill leave that part omitted
if i ain’t had jay on my team then id be dead already
and kendrick still don’t how much he helped me feel less empty
my dad my biggest fan i love him more than anybody
if i ain’t get you in this verse know that you still my family

Lucky Us

GHOST

GHOST [PROD. BIV x BLCKK x NATE THOMAS]

I could never be by myself
Staying in my lonely hell
All by myself
We don't need help
Running by the summer now
I don't need help
In the same sound
Lay my arms down

I Wish We Could Stay Like This Forever

Driving With My Eyes Closed (Feat.TEENAGE DISASTER)

I miss the way I was supposed to be
Stuck dealing with the new me
Late nights on a dirty street
Pretty pictures paint another scene
I love the way that you look at me
Can't help feeling like it’s just a dream
I think I died in 2017
I been tired getting plenty sleep

And I don't know why you love me
I can't help what I can't see
And how the fuck do you love me
I can't tell what I really need

It was perfect
But I ain't earn shit
But you deserve it
Cause it was perfect

I miss the way I was supposed to be
Stuck dealing with the new me
Late nights on a dirty street
Pretty pictures paint another scene
I love the way that you look at me
Can't help feeling like it’s just a dream
I think I died in 2017
I been tired getting plenty sleep
And I don't know why you love me
I can't help what I can't see
And how the fuck do you love me
I can't tell what I really need
I can't tell what I really need
What I really need

I Think I Died In 2017

tell me how to hurt love
keep the pain till the dirt
give a fuck what
I been earned
I been cutting all my worth up
pain spreading in the words
I’m the worst love
she killing my stress
pain pumping through my chest
you give me more
but I been giving less
I wish you the best
I been praying for rest
never find another
grip around your throat
we drown in each other
feed it slow
you don’t need to go
we been hidden in the covers
tears scratching through the summers

don’t tell me what you have to
I been lost in my cause
shouldn’t ask you
to dissolve in my faults
I should catch you
but I know what I need
what I can’t do
all the words ain’t shit
I got no proof
new day with the same view
never thought I would be the one to cut through
cut loose
everything attached to the old you
you ain’t never gonna trust how I love you
you could fuck up my life
we could pull through
wouldn’t leave me to die
but if you jump in the night
ima jump too
ima jump too

packing up thoughts
wishing that I could’ve stayed
can’t hear the applause
can’t find no one to relate
and I’m at a lose
wondering what you would say
tell me it’s gone
don’t tell me what I can’t escape
losing my friends
I barely get out for a day
tell me I’m wrong
tell me it would be this way
stuck on my phone
sending you calls from the grave
tell me I’m wrong
tell me it’ll be ok
tell me it’ll be ok
it’ll be ok

keep you satisfied

davids interlude (prod. skotskr)

USA!

LYRICS:

Pt. 1

BLOW UP
I DID IT I COULD DO IT AGAIN
MY FRIEND! (ARABIAN VOICE)
I-I RUN UP THEN I DETONATE
BRING YOUR END

SEND SHOTS AT YOUR TEMPLE 
THAT YOU DEFEND
SEND PLANES IF YOU FUCKING
WITH ALLAH’S MEEEN

MADE BY THE USA BITCH
THE HEAD OF YOUR COUNTRY IS A BUMBLING RACIST
A DRONE TOOK MY FAMILY AND HE STILL WONT SAY SHIT
BEHEAD EM ON CAMERA TO DISPLAY THEY FACES

ALLAH, HU AKBAR
ALL YOU, ARE NOT HARD
BLOW UP, A COP CAR
JETTING THRU THE DESERT 
YOU BE SLOWING ON THE WOKHART

YOU CAN, NOT BE HARD
CAUSING, A JIHAD
ALL OF MY BROTHERS 
IN A SUICIDAL PEA POD

GRIP ON, AN AK
HEAR HIM SAY, MAYDAY 
72 VIRGINS, TALKING MY PAY DAY

IT IS, MY TIME NOW
READY, TO DIE LOUD
LEELELELELELELE

BLOW UP
I DID IT I COULD DO IT AGAIN
MY FRIEND! (ARABIAN VOICE)
I-I RUN UP THEN I DETONATE
BRING YOUR END

SEND SHOTS AT YOUR TEMPLE 
THAT YOU DEFEND
SEND PLANES IF YOU FUCKING
WITH ALLAH’S MEEEN

(1:02)
SHARIA
SHAWDY ACT SO NAUGHTY NAH COVER HER FROM HEAD TO TOE
SO I CANT GET MY BODY HARD

RPG 
ARE WE FREE
NO WE’RE NOT THEY ARMING ME
COME AND SEE  
HOW IT BE
INSIDE OF THE MIDDLE EAST

OR AT LEAST 
FOLLOW US ON TWITTER
KEEP UP WITH RECRUITMENTS
WHO WE LOOTING
HOW WE GET OUR BOOTS AND GUNS 
WE USE FOR SHOOTING

ALL THE JEWS AND 
WHO WE CHOOSING TO SHOW UP ON OUR 
YOUTUBE AND 
PULL IN VIEWS N
WHEN WE SLIT HIS THROAT AND LEAVE HIS BODY OOZING

FUCK A INFIDEL
THROW IS BODY IN A WELL
FREE MY BROTHERS ALI AND MUHAMMAD FROM THAT ISLAND CELL 
THIS BE THAT ISIS TYPE BEAT
KILLER TYPE BEAT
PULL UP ON THE GOAT AND I MIGHT FILL YA TYPE BEAT



THIS THAT ISIS TYPE BEAT
KILLER TYPE BEAT
PULL UP ON THE GOAT AND I MIGHT FILL YA TYPE BEAT
THIS THAT ISIS TYPE BEAT
TERROR TYPE BEAT
PULL ON ON HIM HIT HIM CAUSE AN ERROR TYPE BEAT

BLOW UP
I DID IT I COULD DO IT AGAIN
MY FRIEND! (ARABIAN VOICE)
I-I RUN UP THEN I DETONATE
BRING YOUR END

SEND SHOTS AT YOUR TEMPLE 
THAT YOU DEFEND
SEND PLANES IF YOU FUCKING
WITH ALLAH’S MEEEN

BLOW UP
BLOW UP
IM ABOUT TO BLOW UP
FILLED UP WITH EMOTION AND SOME POTION HAD TO PO UP
NO CUP GROW UP
BITCH YOU BETTER GROW UP
SLOW UP
IF TALKING SHIT YOU BETTER 
THROW UP
THROW UP



Pt. 2


BOYS WE’RE ON OUR WAY DOWN
AR LET IT SPRAY NOW!

KICKING IN YOUR FRONT DOOR
EVERYBODY LAY DOWN!

TANGOS, INBOUND

RUN UP ON EM
LORD FORGIVE ME OF MY SINS NOW

SHITTING ON EM
FILLING EM WITH BULLETS THAT WE BRING DOWN

HIT EM A BIGGER STICK
MAKING MY EAR RING NOW

WHERE’D THEY COME FROM 
THE COTTON EYED HOES

THEM ISIS FOLK GETTING  SHOT IN THEY HOMES

THE NICEST FOLK COULD
PUT A HOLE IN YO DOME

I RIDE THE DRAGON WIT A
POLE POLE POLE

BAG AND TAG EM WE
COLD COLD COLD

ROCK AND ROLL WE 
DONT FOLD FOLD NO

SEE THE EAGLE FLY,
HEAR THE PEOPLE DIE

SEE THE EAGLE FLY,
HEAR THE PEOPLE DIE

LEFT RIGHT
LEFT RIGHT
EVERYWHERE WE STEP
FIGHT

RIGHT LEFT
RIGHT LEFT
HIT HIM WITH THAT PIPE 
BREATH

THIS LAND WAS YOUR LAND
BUT NOW IT’S MY LAND
IM VERY HAPPY
THAT YOU’RE IN PAIN

THIS LAND WAS YOUR LAND
BUT NOW IT’S MY LAND
IM VERY HAPPY
THAT YOU’RE IN PAIN

WE WANT YOUR OIL
UNDER THE WHITE SAND
WERE SENDING MEN TO PUT SOME BULLETS IN YOUR BRAINS

BITCH NIGGA WANNA COME MY WAY
WANNA PULL UP IN THE HUMMER THE DRUMMER HE MIGHT PLAY
I RUN UP ON YA BUNKER IM THUMPIN YA NIGHT DAY
IM DUMPING ON THESE NIGGAS THEY CANT EVEN SIGHT ME

IM SPECIAL OPERATIONS
WE A SPECIAL POPULATION
SEE US TAKING OVER AREAS AND SETTING UP A STATION
WHERE WE BASING OUR LOCATION INFORMATION
ON THE NATION IN RELATION TO YOU NIGGAS
WE THE HOSTILE OCCUPATION

GOTTA BAD
...REPUTATION

DISCRIMINATION CAUSING HELLA SEPARATION
TRANSPORTATION PROHIBITING
YO MIGRATION CUZ A PIECE OF LEGISLATION
WONT GET TO YOU DESTINATION 
YOU UNDER INVESTIGATION

(CHORUS)

Pt. 3
(SOUNDCLOUD IS GAY AND HAS A CHARACTER LIMIT SO
HERE'S MY FAVORITE LINE)

DONT BUY CHINESE PRODUCTS
CUZ YOU’RE S’POSED TO LOVE US!

BIG WAR (FT. LiL CUBENSiS) (PROD. WENDIGO)

IMMA SAY THIS CUZ IG KEEP FLAGGING ME
NO I NOT A NAZI. I'M A LOVE NAZI. 
AS IN I FORCEFULLY SPREAD MY REGIME OF LOVE

LYRICS:

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST
PULL UP WITH A K ON MY RIFLE THAT’S WHAT THE HOLO COST

TEACHER SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL MAKING THOSE ANIMATIONS
SHUT YO APPLE EATING ASS UP AND DO SOME LAMINATIONS


I TEAR A PAGE OUT THE BIBLE IF I BE OUT OF PAPERS
IDLE NIGGAS WORSHIPING IDOLS PUT ACID IN YO WAFERS

PASTOR SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL GETTING THAT BOOMING
DID I ASK YA PUSSY NIGGA YOU A HUMAN…


AND IMMA BE A STAR SOON
WAVY LIKE A,HAB HIT THAT NIGGA WITH THE HARPOON
SAVE ME I MAY, HAVE PULLED THE TRIGGA ATE SOME HARD SHROOMS
MAYBE IM FA,DED BUT I WIGGLE LIKE A CARTOON

YEAH, IIIIIII FEEL LIKE A CARTOON

I’M IN YO DEVICES
PERPETUATE YOUR VICES
IN CRISIS BUT IM THE NICEST
ALWAYS EAT YOUR FOOD WITH SPICES

PAY ATTENTION TO THE PRICES
DONT BE MADE INTO A SUCKA
YOU WONT HAVE ENOUGH FOR SUPPER
KEEP YA NUMBERS ON THE UPPER

TUPPO-WEAR EATING 
MY SEATING STEADY ON THE CARPET
I PARK IT AND THEN I SPARK IT
NO MARKETING HITTING TARGETS

I HIT LIKE GUITAR PICK
THAT STRUMMING OR LIKE DRUM
THAT BE GUNNING YOU DOWN FO FUN
I CHUCKLE AND THEN I RUN

RUN UP I DUMP IT OUT
HE WANNA THUMP IT OUT 
COKE IN A MOUNTAIN
MY BITCH GOTTA LUMP IT OUT

DONT DO NO ARGUMENTS 
PULL UP NO PARKING IT
YOU HEAR THE SOUND
WHEN MY NIGGAS IS SPARKING IT

I GOT TWO HANDS ON THAT BITCH I WONT DOUBLE BACK
I GOT THAT COOKIE IT DOUBLE WRAP

I GOT GELATO IN CUBAN TOBACCO
I POPPED A NEW BOTTLE AND BLEW OUT HER BACK HOE


I ACT LIKE A WACKO
I SPIT LIKE IM CHEWING ON YOU AND DONT KNOW WHAT
TO DO WITH THE GOO
YOU A SLIMEY ASS NIGGA YOU DRIP LIKE A GARBAGE BAG
TRY ME ILL ALWAYS PULL UP WITH A LARGER MAG

BUILT LIKE AN ARMORY
NIGGAS GOT NO CHACE OF HARMING ME
SMOKE UP A GARDEN G
I THINK IT HARDEN ME
I AM NOT HURTING MY PAIN IS TOO FAR TO SEE
BITCH IF WE KICK IT NO WAY YOU SAY NAW TO WEED


OR TO POPPING A BOTTLE
WE POP HIM HE WADDLE
I AINT NEVER DODDLE
IM KICKING THE THROTTLE
WHILE FUCKING A MODEL
I STAY AS DRAWING
YO LIFE IS NOVEL
AND MOST OF IT AWFUL

NOBODY READ   NO MORE I STAY ON THE SCREEN YOU WHORE
YOU PAY TO GET TO SEEN
YOU POOR
DONT PLAY FOR NO TEAM
IM BORED

TALKING THAT SHIT YO LIP LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE
WALK IN THAT BITCH SHOOT THE BRICKS OUT YO CASTLE
YOU ONE DEM NIGGA NOT PURSE IT’S A SATCHEL
THAT SHIT A PURSE BUT IT’S LESS OF A HASSLE

WHY IT GOT TASSELS?

WHY IT GOT TASSELS ON IT?
I WONT PASS THE CHRONIC TO YA
SUPER SONIC HOOVER
VACCUM BITCH
I PACK HER SMACKING LIPS
MY DICK ATTACK HER 
SLIP INSIDE HER BACKEND QUICK

STACKING CHIPS LIKE IT’S A PRINGLE CAN 
LET’S GET IT CRACKING BITCH NIGGA BRING IT THEN

BRING IT THEN

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST


BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT
CHOP STICK GET ATE
FUCK YO FATE
CHANGE YO FUCKING STATE

UNDER SEWER GRATES
PUT THE STOCK UP TO MY WAIST
I MAKE YOU FLIP
LIKE A CAKE
FUCK YO ZIP YO COOKIE FAKE

I TEND TO TRIP 
WHEN I BAKE
PUT TOBACCO IN MY FACE
BITCH OFF THE RIP
I BE LACED
GO OUTSIDE AND CATCH A CASE

THE PUSSY WET 
FROM THE MACE
RIOT DYING IN THE STREET
KEEP UP THE PACE
FUCK YOU SLOWING FOR WE RACING
ON OUR FEET
WE MOVE WITH HASTE


I’M AMAZED
ALL THESE NIGGAS FALLING OFF
FREE FOURTEEN 
ALL THESE OTHER RAPPERS SOFT
SPIDER GANG
CHOPPA COUGH

BITCH ON PAPER I LOOK GREATER THAN PRESIDENTS
SET PREPOSTEROUS PRECEDENTS
GOT A ROSTER OF RESONANCE COPPER?
BOTHER THE RESIDENTS PROPER
STOCKING YOUR EVIDENCE LOCKER
MEDICINE SET IN’LL STOP YOUR
HEAD IN A DROPPER
I KEEP THE LEAD IN A YAPPA
I GET TO POPPING YA TOP OR
YA LEGS AND SEVER SPIT RED 
AND I DROP YA 
DEAD AND IN HEAVEN WITH PAPA

(I WRITE TOO MANY LYRICS FOR SOUNDCLOUD TO HANDLE)

HOLOCAUST (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS)

LYRICS:
i took that feller round back to the water hole
i turn that critter to dust and it’s audible
i turn your 10 gallon hat to some particles
can’t even read what they wrote in my articles
I’m so illiterate
i can’t even read a little bit
i keep a banjo my hip and i diddle it

middle kid, i got some siblings
rat eat the scrap on the floor and the nibblings
i keep a bat i keep score in my back yard
my daddy fat and he poor it aint that hard

my dad republican
but he live on unemployment
farming don’t bring no enjoyment
kid’s in my town is afflicted with opiates
heroin needles addiction is copious 
never appropriate 
uncle yelling bout the soviets
taking over his associates

i’m a, country boy in my heart
i’m a, country boy in these parts
i’m a, country boy on my land
i’m a, country boy i don’t bend

uh, want some freedom i’ll deliver
uh, out in russia you might shiver
see the, moon shine inside my liver
george, shot lenny by the river

dipping tobacco inside of my lip again
ripping the back off a pack and then stick it in
spit it inside of a jar get my nicotin (nicotine)
get the fuck outta my town man I’m sick of them
methamphetamin abusers
we the better men they losers
the beggers cannot be the choosers
i be posted with my crackers
some of us blacker but that aint a factor
we packing that heat and it’s hotter than barbecue 
i’m with my doggs, that’s scooby doo marmaduke
put up a wall and i barb it too 
that way it harming you
hopping it that’s what that karma do 
i conceal carry my .38 special
especially for any devilish vessels
my rifle don’t trifle on who in it’s sights
if he evil my deagle be taking his life
and that eagle i keep on my jeep and my chevy
it fill up my heart till a part of me heavy
the levies they creaking 
the plains and the peaks
and the valleys from georgia
to cali I’m seeking

for destiny manifest
definitely can attest 
i despise everyone 
anyone’s ran against
one reason or another
whether northerner or southern
i prefer less 

stubbornness
inside the governance
i want my vote to feel less like a another miss
and like they thinking bout us normal citizens
i wonder if there’s any time to fit us in

too busy banning self defense
everybody’s tense
none of these liberals making any sense
now there’s some nazi’s that took up residence 
voted for donald and I’m still scared of pence

what the fuck is the whole country coming to?
rappers and muslims is dying and gunning too 
police get shot and they doing the killing
put end to this shit god willing

all of the innocent blood we spilling 
everyone gun on yo arm no kneeling now
here pop a pill if it’s tearing you down
welcome to new america town!

STEPPING ON MY LAAAAAND
THEN YOU GONNA CATCH THE WEAPON
(YEE HAW)
WHAT YOU CATCHING, LEAAAD FROM A SMIFF AND WESSON
(ALRIIIGHT)
IM IN THE FIELD AT 4 OCLOCK SO WHY YOU PRESSING

“CITY FOLK, CITY FOLK
WE DONT LIKE YOU CITY FOLK”

PULL UP TO MY FARM
AND IMMA HARM YOU
LET THE 50 POKE

REEEED NECK MAAAN 
TOUCH MY DAUGHTER IMMA SLAUGHTER YOU

CAUGHT HER BY THE WATER WITH A COMMIE 
SO I SHOT HER TOO

WATERLOO
SOUTH CAROLINA AND NEVADA TOO

PROUD TO BE AMERICAN IT
ISN’T GETTING HOTTER DUDE

IT ISN’T GETTING HOTTER
IM A MARTYR IM A PATRIOT

PULL UP IN A FORD, WITH THE RIFLE,
MAN HE ATE THE SHIT

PULL UP ON THE TRACTOR, WITH MY PASTOR
YOU AN ATHEIST

WE DONT NEED GUNS!
ON THE WEB? YOU THE LAZIEST

CRAZIEST!
TO THINK YOU CAN STOP
POPPING THESE ENEMIES
AND I AINT STOPPING THE DROPPING
TILL I GET TEN AT LEAST 

I TOW MAGNUMS DRINK
JACK DANIELS NOT HENNESSEY
DRAGON’S BREATH IN MY WEAPON
GET THEM FROM TENNESSEE
I COULD BURY YOU OPEN CARRY THE REMEDY
WHIPPING OUT MY PROPERTY STOP LIKE KENNEDY

HOME OF WATCHING FOX NEWS LIKE IT’S THE FUCKING PLAYOFFS
ALL THESE POLITICIANS SMOKING CRACK ROCK AND GETTING PAYOFFS

TAX PAYING
TRACK LAYING
HOPPING OUT THE BACK SPRAYING
IM VOTING
NINE TOTING
WON THE WAR AND IM GLOATING

BEER DRINKING
CLEAR THINKING
MERICAN MAN
AT THE BEACH 
A SEAGULL IS 
WEARING A CAN 

(YIPPIE KAYAY MOTHER FUCKER)

JACK DANIELS (PROD. WENDIGO)

ORDER: CUBENSIS, SOLSA, WENDIGO x3 
LYRICS:
MY GOD IS REALER THAN YOURS!
HE SAYS WHAT I IS DO IS RIGHT
THAT I SHOULD FIGHT IF HEAVEN POURS!
I AM VERY VERY SORRY
MY APOLOGIES
FOR COMING OFF SO HARSHLY

IMPART ME
SECOND CHANCE
SO I CAN DANCE THE WAY YOU WANT ME
YOU NAZI

GOT ME!
TAKE A LOT MORE THAN THAT TO TOP ME
SOFT AINT WHAT IM MADE OF
YOURE THE ONE ACTING LIKE ADOLF
COCKY

WAY THAT YOU GOOSE STEPPING
WAY THAT YOU LOOSE LIPPING
TALKING BOUT WHO TRIPPING
TALKING BOUT WHO TO SHOVE UNDER THE BUS
AND WHO ALL OF US TRUST THAT WE SHOULDNT 
THIS JUST IN
LIL DARKIE IS RACIST
SPREADING THE MESSAGE OF SATAN WITH FACES
BLACKER THAN ANY OF US PROLLY ARE
BUT IM STILL OFFENDED CUZ IM A RETARD

HE TRYNA BE HARD
WE TRYNA BE SAFE
BY MAKING IT HARD
FOR YOU TO CREATE
NIGGAS THAT HEARD OF ME FIGHT AND DEBATE
I DONT DESERVE NOT ONE WORD OF THE HATE

MIND CONTROL
MY THOUGHTS ARE MINE TO HOLD
DOWN IN MY SPINAL CORD
BITCH THIS AINT MY FINAL FORM

I GOT NO TIME FOR YOU PUPPETS
TAKE YO OPINION AND SHOVE IT
I KEEP MY SPIRIT ABOVE IT
IM TAKING CRITICISM IF IT ISNT IGNORANT
IM NOT CONCERNED WITH FITTING IT HIT IT DIFFERENT
IM A CARTOON
BUT NIGGAS DOING MORE PRETENDING THAN ME
BITCHES ACT OFFENDED GET BANNED ON IG
YOU DONT GOTTA BE A HATER YOU DONT LIKE ME
WHY I KEEP A GRIN ON MY FACE ON MY TEETH

ALL THESE NIGGAS MAD THEY AINT EATING LIKE CONCENTRATION CAMPS
CUT YOURSELF ESCAPING FROM LEAVING OVER THE NATION FENCE
MOST THESE NIGGAS FAKING NOT WORKING IM PUTTING THEM ASIDE
SMOKE UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING REMAINING I CALL IT GENOCIDE

PHONY ASS NIGGAS PLOTTING WOAH
FRUITY NIGGAS ACTING ROTTEN, SO
ON YO SHIT NIGGA YOU NOT BEEN, HOE
I AINT EVEN THINK OF STOPPING, THO

-

IMMA FUCK AROUND AND TIMMY TURNER TO THE TIPPY TOP
I WONDER IF THESE NIGGAS REALLY GRIP THESE GLOCKS, TRIPPIN 
ACID LIPPING FLACID DICKING TIL SHE GIMME TOP UH HUH

SKIPPING TO THE STORE I GOT A RED HOOD ON
SALVIA WE RIPPING OUT A TEN FOOT BONG

THERES A BITCH INSIDE MY HOUSE SHE KEEP ON SAYING SHE IN PAIN
YEAH SHES SITTING ON MY COUCH WITH BURNING NEEDLES IN HER BRAIN
DIVINORUM IN HER VEINS

GUESS SHE WAS ON LEXAPRO
THE COMBO MADE HER GO INSANE

SHE FEEL CALMER ON COCAINE
(TRUE STORY)
DONT RAP FOR FAME
(TOO WHOREY)
BITCH WHATCHU SAYIN IM SUPER SAIYAN YOU SUPER PLAIN
(ROOT FOR ME)

I TAKE MY PAIN 
MAKE THE MUSIC
PLANT A BOMB
CANT DEFUSE IT
I AM CALM 
I AM LUCID
THEY BETTING ON
THAT HE LOSE IT
NEVER HAD IT TO START WITH

BREAK YOU LIKE USING GUITAR PICK
CONSTIPATED ALWAYS MAKING THAT HARD SHIT
CONTEMPLATED TAKING NIGGAS REAL FAR SHIT
THINGS HAPPEN NIGGAS SWITCH YOU EVOLVE WITH

TIME MOVING
RHYME SMOOTH AND
STAY FOCUSED YOU WILL SHINE THREW SIN
STREET TACOS GET SOME DIMES
WHOS IN
KNOW A NIGGA THEW THE
LIME JUICE IN

I KNOW HOW TO LIVE
I KNOW HOW TO DIE TOO
YOU COULD JUMP OFF A BUILDING
EAT MUSHROOM FOR HEALING
PUT ACID IN YOUR EYES TOO

IMMA FUCK AROUND AND TIMMY TURNER TO THE TIPPY TOP
I WONDER IF THESE NIGGAS REALLY GRIP THESE GLOCKS TRIPPIN 
ACID LIPPING FLACID DICKING TIL SHE GIMME TOP
WHIPPING UP MY VISIONS HUMANS LISTEN TO THE SHIT I DROP

-

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
GOES AROUND COME BACK TO YOU
MY MOMMA TOLD ME THAT WAS TRUE
PEOPLE REMEMBER LIKE ELEPHANTS DO

PEOPLE FORGET ALL THE ELEMENTS TOOOO
LIVING AND BREATHING SUCCEEDING AT MUSIC
AT LEADING THE CREW WITH A PASSION THESE NIGGAS AINT MOVE 
CUZ THEY CRASHING AND TALENT THEY RATIONING

ILL GET A BAT I MIGHT BASH HIM IN
GRIPPING A BLADE AND IM SLASHING HIM 
HAPPEN TO YOU
I PULL UP ON EM NO MASKING IM
SMOKING THAT DOPE UP IN LASSEN
WITH DRAIN THE SWAMP BLASTING IM COO

IM ON THE BEACH UP IN TAHOE
PACKING THAT THC INSIDE A RAW CONE
ILL BE HAPPY WHEN IT’S ALL GONE
MARY JANE ANSWER WHENEVER SHE CALLED ON

I HAD TO FALL DOWN IM SMOKING TOO MUCH
FOLD UP A POST IT IM SMOKING A BLUE CRUTCH
I DO NOT DO DUTCH I DONT DO BACKWOODS
GRABBA LEAF ONLY TOBACCO THAT SMACK GOOD

I FUCKED THAT BITCH IN THE SAFEWAY
7:00 AM AND IM HAVING A GREAT DAY
IM PUTTING ON WEIGHT LIKE IM TAY-K
ANIME RAPPER YOU SOUND LIKE A BEYBLADE

(SORRY)

GENOCIDE (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS/SOLSA)

VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=165Jdjqamo0

FT. ERIC NORTH, JOHNNASCUS, HMK, BLCKK, BMG
FT. ALDIBS FROM WENDIGO, LiL CUBENSiS, ROYALTY THE KIDD
FT. AFOURTEEN

LYRICS:
https://genius.com/Lil-darkie-methhead-freestyle-lyrics

METHHEAD FREESTYLE (FT. ERIC NORTH, JOHNNASCUS, HMK, BLCKK, BMG) (PROD. WENDIGO)

THANK YOU NATE THOMAS, JULIA ADDE, JULIAN AUGUST, LIL CUBENSIS, BRUHMANEGOD, BIV, CHECKS, AND LIL DARKIE FOR HELPING MAKE THIS PROJECT WHAT IT IS. 

ENJOY.

DARLING [FEAT. BIV]

Grand ft. BLCKK

THANK YOU TO EDDISON, VENTING PALACE, OUTRAGE, DROWNWITHTOGA, PROD NOAH, AND NEZIAH1K FOR WORKING WITH ME ON THIS ALBUM.

SPECIAL THANKS TO JAY, SIMON, AND JOHN.

HAVE FUN.

-KINO.

DEAD RAT [PROD. OUTRAGE]

MUSIC VIDEO

PLAYING WITH FIRE [PROD. NEZIAH1K]

SPINE [PROD. VENTING PALACE]

01_REVIEW

LYRICS:

I BEEN FUCKIN' MY WHOLE LIFE UP
BUT CLEARLY NOT DOIN' ENOUGH
AIN'T NO JOKE WHEN I ASK YOU TO KILL ME
KILL ME

I AIN'T BUILT FOR THIS
I'M TRYNA DIE YOUNG COME KILL ME SHIT
I AIN'T DEAD YET
WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
EVERYBODY SAY THEY WANT SOME NOW THEY ALL GONE

NO I NEVER CARED 'BOUT THE SCENE BITCH I DO THIS FOR ME
HALF OF MY BEST SHIT, STILL FUCKING PRIVATE
THIS SHIT MAKE YOU WORK AND DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE IT
YOU 'GON DIE FASTER THE MORE THAT YOU FIGHT IT

THAT AIN'T YOUR SONG CAUSE WE KNOW YOU AIN'T WRITE IT
IT'S PROLLY BEST IF YOU SIT THIS ONE OUT
YOU JUST UPSET CAUSE YOUR FRIENDS PLAYIN' MY SHIT
I DON'T TRUST ANYTHING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH
YOU BOUTTA TALK YOURSELF INTO THE GROUND
I HOPE YOU WATCH WHAT YOU TALKIN' ABOUT
YOU ONLY HERE CAUSE WE FUCKIN' ALLOWED IT
YOU NEEDA QUIT IT'S NO WORKIN' AROUND IT

BIV:

ALL DAY, IT'S OKAY
YOU JUST FLEX MONEY AND PAIN
SHE WAS ALWAYS KEEN ON MY OLD WAYS
EVERY CHANCE PAID I WON'T DIE IN THIS PLACE
CARRY MYSELF NO I DON'T FEEL THE SAME
CAN'T STAND YOUR FACE NO I DON'T FEEL SAFE
GROWN TALK, THAT'S A LIFE YOU JUST PRAISE
GROWN TALK, THAT'S A LIFE YOU JUST

MY FLESH GETTIN' CAVED
LEAVE ME SOME SPACE
I'M THE BLAME WHAT SHE SAY
THIS GONNA END ON THE WAY

VOICES CREEPIN' ALL THESE FUCKAS LEANIN'
THEY THE CAUSE OF ALL THEY BUDGET DEMONS
RUN AND RUN THESE PUSSIES RUN FROM DEALIN'
RUN AND RUN THESE PUSSIES RUN FROM FEELIN'

BLCKK:

I BEEN FUCKIN' MY WHOLE LIFE UP
BUT CLEARLY NOT DOIN' ENOUGH
AIN'T NO JOKE WHEN I ASK YOU TO KILL ME
KILL ME

SELF HARM (FEAT. BIV)

Knowing myself I ain't seen new times
Let me out, been around piece of mind
I ain't been back in this place for a time
Seek what you want, but bitch I'd rather die
If it means the skies the places that I hide
I just survive to keep the smiles high
I am a little off with my sight
Don't take advice
So you suffer to thrive
I could keep you alive
But you locked inside
With the victim you lie
And it's past in your eyes
Fuck it I tried,
But now I resign
Bet you'll be fine
Don't mention my line
Bitch I ain't got time
Bitch I ain't got time

Was you really bout it
Somehow I just doubt it
You like all these other fucks
That somehow dream about it
I can't find my outlet
But you want this routed
Don't give a fuck about it 
Was you really bout it
Was you really bout it
Somehow I just doubt it
Was you really bout it
Somehow I just doubt it
Caught in my mental split
You wasn't more than a bitch
You held my problems then dipped
I wasn't askin for shit
Look at the pain you commit
Look what it did
I bet you love it like this
My emotions you play with
Fuck you and the fam you raised in
You was a bitch gettin caught in your statements

I'm gonna last till blow off my cap
Bitch know I'm more than my past
Nobody ever react
Fuckas want stacks
Talk like they pack
All just an act
Don't peep the stats
They fallin back
Same routine gettin lapped

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