noctvrnl - vicious

yet again dropping a song that i am featured on

Cover Art by stone deluxe

Lyrics
Xanubis:
Got nowhere to call home
I lost a lot of homies
People come and go
and that's what mama told me
it's fine to be lonely
and that's what mama told me
it's fine to be lonely

ALL:
Got nowhere to call home
I lost a lot of homies
People come and go
and that's what mama told me
it's fine to be lonely
it's fine to be lone
and that's what mama told me
it's fine to be lonely

STONEMAN:
scatter letters, i got money on the way
metal weather, cloudy bender, making way
autopilot, take a wheel, and let him sway
i could never even feel a type of way
you ain’t need to say shit so don’t apologize
heard it once heard it twice told a lotta lies
silver serpent tell the truth or you’ll be traumatized
make it known that your intentions never falsified 
fuck that, is it gain if it brings rain?
stuffed hat, with the mane, when the wind stays
life straight, doin thangs, you should know this
light break, still a plague to the closest 
its fine to be lone xanny spoke it
legs tied to a stone in the ocean
it’s good when it’s good gotta focus
things work when they should stay focused

sicko: 
Last day of freedom til I fucking go
Mattress already packed
U-haul outside isn't waiting for no one

Lexi Reed: 
Wish upon a star 
Wonder if it will take you far
Got dreams but you don't know who you are
If You search it won't be that hard
Wish upon a star
Got dreams but you don't know who you are
If you search it won't be that hard

BRUHMANEGOD: 
*constant ad-libs throughout song*

L0NE (FT. XANUBIS, stone deluxe, BRUHMANEGOD & Lexi Reed)( PROD. SWAUD)

"BEAMY" THE ALBUM SEPT. 27TH !
ORIGINAL SONG: https://soundcloud.com/drinkinaloefeelinshallow/fuck-fashion-punks-prod-luisproducedit

HAPPY BDAY @luisproducedit & @afourteen <3

fuck fashion punx (nascar aloe remix)

prod. beamy

beamy leave my dog in my tesla

i leave my dog in my tesla
i'm so flexed up beamy droppin breadcrumbs
and if we listin by the tier i'm the S one
you the F one i'm the best one

yah yah!

if you shop at whole foods you gettin played
it's a shame you know beamy dont like that fight back
light that mofucka blaze
i'm in first place in a race cross the range
you might wanna give your brain a lil space toss the rage
for your sake for your fate for your day make a change
got no plate you emaciated time to break away
fuck the pain fuck a fix get the fuck out the state

put that gun down if you come round the work house
let ya lungs rest aint do that and it hurts now
keep ya head up then ya thoughts tend to burst out
where you'll end up bein alive aint the worst now

yah yah yah yah

i did xans one time
it was the worst decision i had ever made in my life
it was worse than every time i ever thought that i was dying
i wouldn't remember one the halves of that night
i just hit a limit i dont want no more modelos
beamy wasnt even pissin the inside of me was yellow
shoutout spider gang for handin me a muthafuckin pillow
at this rate who in existence guessin where we finna go

yea its a scorched earth 
yea its a scorcher

BEAMY (PROD. BMG)

prod. j boogie

heights of the head in the hands of a broke bitch
trapped in a bed as i capture distortion
yall got a mouth and i question the motive
shit on the tongue but you sweet for the tokens

send the money
send the money
send the money
now x 2

i need 20k in my paypal
as i carry em bury em playstyles
you aint on so whats gon with the hate child
yous a pawn you too normal to stay 'round
got a thousand hung emotions so i air it out
want a thousand fuckin lands so i tear em down
got a million other plans that i'm wearin out
got a lot of better things i could care about

always appalled wont appeal to the hinderance
i'd think you would notice the difference
dap me up i wont mistake it for kinship
if you want a seat well you missed it
dont hand me buckets you wish i would piss in
i wont give a fuck if you listen
i dont give a fuck if you fuck with it
he still want a song send the money bitch

SEND THE MONEY (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

prod. cubensis & solsa

and they around wit no control

lights in your eyes is no life to live
guess we’d best express no discontent
we spend the rest and then stew in sin
stupid kids, futureless

step inside
step inside
remember i am ya kind
fix the time
we got all fuckin night
get it down
do whats right for ya mind
fuck around
let it ride, get inspired

7 billion people on this earth dont give a fuck
and so we stuck and movin backwards 
we attack and then we duck
i killed her with my decisions
killed her wit my emissions
killed her wit kindness
killed her wit conquest
fill the herd with nonsense
i’m not pressed, no contest
i want less than what we lob atop crests
5g type beat
cry sheep like why me
lemme tell you sumn
we riding feet to our defeat 
every risen sun

i just spilt the pillage that we built and you wont listen, huh?
force of reason pleadin, people leave it out existence
if they dont agree then you gon have to get a bigger gun
put your mental illness in a clip and let it rip n run
ima have a threesome feature hillary and mister trump
fuck a old bitch, a bold skit, and watch her fist a chump
isnt much, but if its fuck the list then its gon lift em up
we the feeble people need a demon help us give a fuck

LIMO (PROD. CUBENSIS/SOLSA)

prod. jxmmyplz

ima shatter every cord until my body homeless
strike a saw and leave you boneless then i'm fuckin homeward
link and kindle for myself and no one else
work my hardest till i'm walkin out of hell

it'll come to you too 
if you feelin loose 
then you finna lose

next thing you know you cant feel em you enfeebled
cant lift the soul for the sake its been sealed off
cant take control of your fate you aint real naw
you aint matter naw you aint tangible

SICKO

master of deception
trick me one more time, more please
diamonds blind the weak
lying to get what we need
manic fucking lie to everyone i love
do it in disguise
maybe you're right
i'm so cruel just trying to be kind
i know you dont mind that i am right

RUST W/ FLY AMANITA (PROD. JXMMYPLZ)

pt 1 prod. landfill 
pt 2 prod. solsa

prod. landfill

Ima rob the next old lady that look at me like I'm finna
I was the kid that died
Picking up pieces I planned it I jammed it inside
Fuck an og 
this beat was made for me
Got em runnin off
Witout no feet
I got jumped by a group of amputees
Spider gang finna trample like a stampede
No cap on my scalp, no bowler hat
Don’t move wit no jokes, already told em that
I be big blastin in a spider tank
I need mo ammo where da mortars at
Y’all record the past, I make big blasts I’m outsourcin that
I be sellin more while y’all tellin more
You a corp of rats, I am so bored of that

I’m gon punch in I know somethin that you don’t, winged boy broke
Hoes
Dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, I ain’t gotta post
Those
Flex bullshit, no rent holdin
Gon up poles n blow wit no control
Collect most of the best tokens
Ain’t pressed, hoping for the best
Slow it all down

Down

I set the earth on fire where the sun don’t shine x4
Send em all down

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prod. solsa

popcorn up inside my lungs
I’ve had enough

Y’all got plug but no power
...
Y’all got high but no time
...

I’m onna trunk smokin animals
Please do not pick up a camera
When I eat a sandwich
can’t micromanage em
Lookin like lights in my eyes I don’t wanna die
I tend to burn inside but I ain’t permafried
I did acid at least 20 times by now
Cryin my eyes out
I don’t like no one outside now
I keep it tight
Where it doesn’t get bright
And we fightin to find out
What’s the move
8 leggers really comin thru
Pummel you

Bust a move, the luck is brutal
Touch, in tune, for cups of soup
What’s the move

Huh... You tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak
Watch me screamin as I please, as I was raised, I’m of the breed, uncomfortably

. . everybody fiendin for uniqueness
they think I don’t see them, I defeat. This.
egos be inflated for no reason
me owe shit to thee I don’t believe. It.

You won’t do it it’s impossible
...
Take a risk and get illogical
...
Solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls
...
Spider gang, your homies not as bold
...
I’m in trash x3
I’m in the dumpster
I’m finna bump my own shit
To sleep
I’m finna love what I writ
You sleep
You is a crackhead
You tweak
You in the past tense 
You weak
You can get better 
Just try
You better live ‘fore
You die

I don’t wanna rap

she sells sea shells, send it for retail
he sells details, peddle a piece, fail
breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale
prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us 
we die, defy, everyone denied
these guys treat life sweet as a creampie
need time, keep bright, I cannot see right
be blind, breathe my semen, don’t read my lyrics

Do it for emotion I don’t do it for appearance 
I don’t need nobody clearance, I’m a spirit
I can phase thru walls
Want a fade, who brawl
What a waste, you stall
It’ll break you all
Pick another poison, don’t gotta pretend you hear it
I need everybody’s spirits, it’s a currency in lothric
Y’all gon make my cock spit
Seminally toxic
If I gotta mock them
Open up my logic

Pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head
And an arm and a leg, ain’t as far as you think
Lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y’all get carried
Battle for style, you rap for a title, I rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile
Sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall

SCORCHER (PROD. LANDFILL/SOLSA)

prod. swaud

bouncin out of the hot mig
i do a lot of things
not with the posturing
i dont got a chain i just flex my sweater strings
i just wan collect bring the best of better things
bouncin out with the top rigs
dont leave em in the whip
so you cannot bip
i want a spider on my wrist while you pressed with negatives
cant remember when you wasnt stressed with sedatives

home been broken
everybody knows it
flowset
ridin with the potent
no stress
what you need to cope with
oh bet
have a hand of tokens
broke bitch
i create explosions
no shit
idols hit my phone with
bro send
ima make an open
for vince

bouncin out of the hot mig
bouncin out of the topic
bouncin out of the toxic
why you wanna start shit
all because you not big
just cause you dont got a hot mig doesnt mean you not shit
and cause i do dont mean i'm hot shit, i just focus on the prospects
you gon have to talk less if you wanna cop a hot mig
if you wanna drop some bombs quick wipe away the nonsense
bouncin out of the hot mig

saw the blood 
got enough 
turn it off 
i'm in a hot mig
cut yourself
fuck your health
fuck your brain
watch a hot mig spin

watch it all spin spin spin spin enough
was it all spun spun spun spun enough

HOT MIG (PROD. SWAUD)

prod. muppy

red on the rags switchin hands like a swap meet
swift on the tracks with attacks call it godspeed
splint on the wrist breaking fists on the concrete 
lift and its all me
black widow wan
spin in remiss for the fix you a type beat
stick with the writ i wont miss if they like me
sit in ya stitch keep it lit do the right thing
why you need to spite me

talk bland with glass in hand
whats left of everything
yall tracks a passin trend
fuck bands i sell these plans
drunk as fuck in the bathroom
i can take throw away bring it back too
ima have to smack you
eatin meat and stealin lobster feed em rat food
no cap dude

i be wan expose em to the truth and they wont have it
every single blueprint stuffed under the mattress
tryna get off butane smokin with some matches
smokin it aint lastin i aint finna pass it
i just copped the legal weed
no one is illegal g
migration is a natural right and you gon see defeat
and i'm only human
but i aint stupid
i aint clueless, i make energy and loop it

GODSPEED (PROD. MUPPY)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEYBjMTcKwA

Lyrics:

Meat man meat man
Speak qliphoth
Bile start excreting
Started leaking out the folds

Walls made out of meat
Devoid of meaning 
No control

Meat can push you deeper
Lucid while you decompose

We feed on the meager
Keep the prechers on a rope

Breath the stench up in your ether
Seeing features theough the smoke

Something in it eating hope
Swimming in the mind 
Something which you can’t control

Down flow
The teeth fall out
Your hole

Sound grows
Fall feet first
Feed my growth

Ground moans
The deepest point
Unknown

Is speaking
Through your bones
You see it through your phone

Let go Its time
For my abusement 
Your retribution (ha,ha,ha)
Tied down no movement

You trapped 
It’s mine
Own your illusion
Your my pollutant 
My source of food

GIMME DA MEAT! MANN!

MEAT IN MY GREASE, PANN,

The meat of a human a grand

Hit up tha market wit bands 
—
Don’t leave a bone, to rot

-Meat in the freezer that’s frozen defrost

-Blood comin out of the holes that wer clogged 

-Eat on my meat if I’m killed if I’m shot

DONT STOP
-
What 
Wouldjya do
If I wanna eatchya meat

Nibble from da brains
To da ribs,
 to da feet

How, wouldya feel, 
wichya meat, in my teeth

How, would ya feel, when 
I shittitout clean
—-
Geta couple dollas and we rub it on our flesh

The meat inside da head, gets happy when it’s depressed

Meat Man Part. 2 (Feat. Gizmo)(MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

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HOT MIG (PROD. SWAUD)

BRUHMANEGOD

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