Bro pls come to canada. Again for no reason. Perhaps good brain is involved. But who knows

STREAM HERE: https://vyd.co/BvdlvdParadigmShift

Prod: @Skotskr

Lyrics:
shit the bed, everything’s about to change uh 
Buzzcut, new me, man im off the Mary Jane uh
the old me dead, that mother fucker died in vain uh
rearrange the code, I had to reprogram my brain uh
4 quadruple zero, first cheque paid
blew that shit all on some material 
broke as fuck now, need me a fuckin steering wheel
lucky the label hooked me up with a pretty good deal
cuz I could never get fucked my a suit and tie
pretty face ain’t all the stupid
I got a deep ass pocket and an impulsive mind 
you better shoot me if you ever catch me waiting time

think I give a fuck about ya following I see the jizz you swallowing
you a dick sucka, ass lick brudda 
and I’m that mad sick based motherfucker 

yeah all you yes men do is create delusion 
your friends to shit too give you a true opinion
i tell you straight to your face to clear confusion
you weren’t meant for this shit, go back to loosing 
ha aha ha ha
I’m bloody fuming, steamin
now I’ve got a reason to beam him
I seen him, shank up on the greenroom
you just a 5 foot tall fuck, waist of fuckin semen uh
step up step up
I put you up, I take you down, I take you off
I been online for more than a minute 
fuck the Internet, you kids ain’t wid it

think I give a fuck about ya following I see the jizz you swallowing
you a dick sucka, ass lick brudda 
and I’m that mad sick based motherfucker

straight fodder
please don’t bother
showing up of the fade might run up
I changed the way my brain sees shit forward 
it’s plain to say I’m game for another

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

PARADIGM SHIFT

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SHOUTOUT: @pyrxciter @kxllswxtch @brianspenser @singe

ZER0XTHRASH X KXLLSWXTCH X PYRXCITER - DONT STOP! (prod. singe x brian spenser)

LYRICS:

THIS NOT HOW SHIT WORK
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU INVINCIBLE
YOU JUST BEEN UPSET SO YOU BEEN LYING TO THE INTERNET
FOCUS ON MY WORK
ACT LIKE I'M INVISIBLE
I BEEN OUT IN CALI MAKING MONEY WITH MY FUCKING SET
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW NO BETTER
WHO FUCKING RAISED YOU
SHIT I COULD DO IT BETTER
SAID PUT Y'ALL HANDS UP
SHOOT FIRST ASK QUESTIONS LATER
I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING CREDIT BITCH I BLEED PAPER

DON'T NEED NO HELP TO FUCK MY LIFE UP
FIGURE I KEEP LIVING HOW I'M LIVING SPED MY TIME UP
BITCH I DON'T PICK IT BUT I'M RIGHT
SHIT I'LL BE BETTER ONCE I SENT YOU IN THAT LIGHT
I'M SPINNIN' BROCK THEN FIFTY I CAN'T PICK WHAT TIME IT IS
I'M WAKIN' UP ON FUCK A DAY I'M LIVING IN THIS BITCH
SHIT MY DEPRESSION COMING BACK AND HITTIN' HARDER SHIT
BUT I'LL LET THAT KILL ME ONCE I SEEN YOU HATE I'M FUCKING RICH

THIS NOT HOW SHIT WORK
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU INVINCIBLE
YOU JUST BEEN UPSET SO YOU BEEN LYING TO THE INTERNET
FOCUS ON MY WORK
ACT LIKE I'M INVISIBLE
I BEEN OUT IN CALI MAKING MONEY WITH MY FUCKING SET
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW NO BETTER
WHO FUCKING RAISED YOU
SHIT I COULD DO IT BETTER
SAID PUT Y'ALL HANDS UP
SHOOT FIRST ASK QUESTIONS LATER
I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING CREDIT BITCH I BLEED PAPER

I GOT MY CASE FITTED
TWO MINUTES
I BE IN A DIFFERENT CITY
CUT LIMITS
FIGURE OUT IT'S ME PICKING
STILL DRINKING
I DON'T NEED TO TAKE PICTURES
I'M STILL IN IT

WOAH x32

BUG [PROD. LUNAR VISION]

STREAM HERE: https://vyd.co/44smoke

Feat: Synsy
Prod: Prop

Lyrics:
what more could I need i got my smoke
+44 
what more could I need I got my smoke
send the postcode
what more could I need I got my smoke

brrrr brrr brrrr
laser spray okay, I hit this weed im finna choke
a guy like me don’t want his weed mixed with no chemicals
and no body wanna fuck with me
someone come fuck with me huh huh
no one fuckin with the UK smoke
you ain’t gonna get my spliff
you ain’t gonna get 1 toke
you ain’t gonna get one whiff of the weed
cannabis in need on tour 
you should give me a hit
fans outside with a spliff for me
they tryna smoke cuz I’m really the shit 
kick back while I watch the Mayhem unfold
get back get back get back don’t wanna get myself too involved 
too many beefs too many things that have been left at unresolved 
2 meter distance stuck around since Covid bunned off the globe

what more could I need i got my smoke
+44 
what more could I need I got my smoke
send the postcode
what more could I need I got my smoke

in my room scraping keef from out the bowl
still waiting for my g to hit my line we bouta smoke
got my green, cali imported +1 up on my phone, fuck that shit these man condone
none of them uk flavours, most man don’t know about them spices, can’t trust that like the talk bout the virus
high grade lifted bell me for the price list
if you did me wrong you shoulda got it in the first place
my beats’ll smack you harder than your parents on results day
these fucking neeks don’t even know what hit em in the worst way
i could call my gs you wouldn’t make it to your birthday
i spit malicious with intent cuh i’m that type of person
you in your head tryna fight yourself like tyler durden
always acting like the burden, pull the ropes the curtains closed
shows over for these bitches tell em

what more could I need i got my smoke

+44 SMOKE

*REUPLOAD CUZ IM STUPID*
STREAM HERE: https://vyd.co/GET-MONEY

Prod Fony Wallace & Strandead

Lyrics:
Huh
Come thru with the image too sick
Got the whole pit moshing when I drop them hits
and I make haste and I get them quids and I don’t waste time wanna spend that shit 
and I’m looking for the prick who can’t get me outta their head, I’m a fucking nightmare
I got no patience, stop fucking with me

I got five figures from fuckin screaming 
wassup, wassup with you bitch go clean the kitchen
I got, I got, diamonds on my teeth they glisten
BVDLVD V Britain, which side you picking?

just signed a deal
worth a bit more than a Tesco meal for real, and I’m real ill
just go pop a blue pill, dick go beww
pussy like AAHGGHHH
this life too surreal
imma see you cry once I hit that mill (uh)

dickheads will get got
you ain gonna get that top spot
you finna get dropped (ugh) 
alla this hater shit, eat it up for my lunch
I’m playin this game till quits, if you wanna win then punch
1,2,1, 2, left, right, uppercut, hook
Jab jab punch kick, imma hit him with a book 
look at then man there they shook 
eww alla them pills they took 
now I will admit that was me one time 
but I ain’t on that drug life
man I’m sat here on this cash grind
gotta get, gotta get that bag down

GET MONEY

NUKE 'EM ALL [W/ GHOSTXLEE]

7XVN - SOLD MY SOUL FOR $50 (guitar version)

Stream here: https://vyd.co/Nip

Lyrics:
I been listening to to wrong voices
Taking all the wrong turns
I been making all the wrong choices
But im sure ill never learn
I aint enjoyin dis
I wanna watch the world but
but i cant be fucked to be concerned
yeah i cant be fucked to be concerned.

Hello (hi)
Can i take a nap on your tits
I just wanna nap on the nip
Cut the crap im the shit
so stick the strap on the glick and pull it back till it clicks
aim it, rack it, what you lack I commit
its only facts when i spit, fuck rapping quick

Im involved, motherfuckers really tryna press go
I been off runnin since you said so
best know, Tesco
Next flow
Im feeling like a freaky little doo da
Rappin bout my who ha
Wonder whats larger, my balls or the bells in London Tower
I used to watch chowder
Man that show was a banger

I been listening to to wrong voices
Taking all the wrong turns
I been making all the wrong choices
But im sure ill never learn
I aint enjoyin dis
I wanna watch the world but
but i cant be fucked to be concerned
yeah i cant be fucked to be concerned.

No i cant be fucked up and concerned about the wrong shit
Blank grey faces every turn, shit miserable
Everybody runnin in place like an eliptical
Everybody raps its pathetic and its cyclical 
Everybodys bag got another motherfucker on it x3
Im just tryna collect if im bein honest
I would rather lie to yo face than to lie upon the bodys of the past
in my undergarments
Damn you, you should be ashamed of the lengths that you cant move
Beamy got the Click, doin things that you cant do
You should be ashamed of the way that you run away from the only things that make you
cant stand you
Never realise its fake until its all up in yo face
Live your biggest mistakes over and over you break
till you getting close to the day
theres no composure and shame
and all you see is grey

Whys the sky grey? tryna ruin my day
I just had one drink, whys my stomach sideways
CCTV shows me doing drugs in my driveway
I was just with the neighbors getting granny smith proper high mate
Its fuckin Friday, tell Rebecca i want to get down to it tonight mate
Im tryna see betweent he knees to be polite mate
a fucking creep like me would leave u in a fright mate.

NIP (FEAT BRUHMANEGOD)

VAGABOND

@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

NIP (FEAT BRUHMANEGOD)

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