Vibes X

Prod. Kulture
Feat. https://soundcloud.com/lildustyg

Psychotik

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PSYCHOTIK (feat. Lil Dusty G)

lyrics:

I looked dead in their eyes in the grave
Glazed with a cataract grey
There must be a reasonable way
Were just particles floating thru space
When the moon decides to flood the Great Lakes
With the beast of planet dread in full display
And All the armour that we wear is homemade
I will walk into its pit in blind rage

They describe a creature in the face of horror
This ugly violent mess that’s bigger than a meteor
We fear the sound the name the smell we fear the thought the face more
U spent a lot of time afraid of something never seen before
Tenderils poke out of the floor
In this cold and broken down Toronto apartment uh
I could be the one that turn it to a home
Camouflage won’t help when they can smell you
If they didn’t tell u that they tryna leave without you
I was deep in the woods when I found you
I looked down at ur body and I mourned u

I looked dead in their eyes in the grave
Glazed with a cataract grey
There must be a reasonable way
Were just particles floating thru space
When the moon decides to flood the Great Lakes
With the beast of planet dread in full display
And All the armour that we wear is homemade
I will walk into its pit in blind rage

Particles Floating Thru Space (eric Godlow)

Fukkit - Up Late

It's Quiet, Too Quiet (Sewerperson Cover) (Prod. Eric Godlow)

Flying Dutchman

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6.DaD

Scarlet was her room
A place of privacy now tells a tale of gloom
Seemingly splattered carelessly, so hazardously
She had no purpose here, so who’s to say this is a tragedy?

Hope to spot red rain roll down your cheeks one day
Soon you’ll learn to accept your purpose is to drown and decay
You’ve proven that you’re a cold-hearted cunt, harlot
Cannot wait for the day that you and all your loved ones are covered in scarlet

happy valentines day!

(sample: https://soundcloud.com/greaveme/eastsound)

love,
eric

Scarlet

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HELLFIRE 

WRITTEN, RECORDED, PRODUCED, MIXED, & MASTERED BY CLONETHEKID

ARTWORK DONE BY GAGE MINOR 

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ROCKSTAR

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi and BRUHMANEGOD
Produced by TreeTime

Lyrics:

BIG ROSHI
Piss on the soil wit some bloody drainage
Shit these drugs gone make me brainless
Oxycodon percs u name it
And dont tell me shit bout what I should do

Bitch you not no fan of me
Tell me more bout sanity
You act so right n act so free
Black spit losin loyalties

Offended by words but not by murda
Dont test me im a big boy hurta
I got big boy glocks n big boy shootas
Scooted on a pussy nah Im lootin all his moola

Do not try to hide it
Do not try to fight it
Its contagious youll contrive it
Tainted lungs hack tar on diamonds

I dont want to
I dont need to
I could die here
Drown in quaaludes 

Bring yo friends well
Drown in black spit
Rejoice the end well
Drown in black spit

BMG
all u kids make this shit too damn easy
ion wanna hear nothin if it dont please me
make like the rest, if you smart gon leave me
beat n deceased if you try to defeat me
everybody fallin outta line so its time
ion hear em whine, i remind, fuck rewinding
dont throw ya links in my face, shit is tiring
i dont have time to listen i jus want silence
pickin apart the pack and pack it in, its saccharine
enough with the maggots, i am attacking, this a battle bitch
leave in the past, i'm bleedin on rags, leave me to pass
feedin em rats, seein it thru, seein it last
ion wanna hear none of tha bullshit
ion wanna hear none what u pushin

Big Roshi x BRUHMANEGOD - Black Spit +TreeTime

FUKKSAILOR x RIPAPRIL - JUNE

<3 @depthstrida

[VP]
Bitch your keyboard aint no weapon
if you really were pull up, we could really get to slappin
get to clappin but you cappin
just an op with an obsession
for crying wolf on the internet
and frontin that you trappin

If you boutta bite, best bet I bite back
chiddy-ching ching, paid the fee now pay the tax
swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends
swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends

feelin' like clifford, I'm the big dog buddy
merging in your lane, have your roll cage ready
seeing your hands shakin' while mine stay steady
sparks fly at your crew like we're trading paint heavy

[@depthstrida]
shoot the glock
let em talk
what the fuck?
leeches suck
strida walk
know wassup
your shit flop
me on top ay

now that bitch up on my dick ay
now that bitch want some pics ay
liking my shit click click ay
her booty be thicc thicc
sleeping on your bitch like im a motherfucking maniac
you be looking silly bitch you lacking all your fucking crack

venting palace depthstrida
on foenem you sucking dick
you got a lot of tracks and shit but you dont have success with it


bitch i am so lazy need alot of money in my bank
got alot of people coming at me call me fucking fam
you talking shit you talking shit
you want a feature pay for it
"the trappy stuff im feeling it"

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RUNWAY

WESTON FT. KiD TRUNKS

WESTON (Ft. KiD TRUNKS)

watch your six.

Snatch that soul up out his shirt and let that fucking body rot

Take that chance and let us dance up in hells fuckin parking lot

Shots inside my mind screaming for cover but that barrels hot 

Got nowhere to run so I will never be stopped till I am at the top 

Take another swing up at the maker cos the motherfucker made us to be faded like the days 

Never save a bitch because they always gonna switch up like the blade up in your six so stay away 

Layin on the pavement what a motherfuckin shame I bet you wish you let em go but you stayed 

Now the blade
Cut yo face 
And you lay
Go to waste 
And you taste
The bitter shit you let a bitch spit up on your name 

I don’t ever wanna go out with a hang
So I blow up like the trade and leave a motherfuckin bang 
Up the ranks 

climbin on the heads of pussies doubtin like a mountain built up by my homies shouting bitch we lookin like a gang  

Pussies always totin that thang 
But I bet you couldn’t beat us if we battle with the hands 

Bitches always battle cos they racing for the bands

 imma keep it real and keep on spitting for the fans 

Wonder what all of the masses will say when I do end up Bein the goat 

Talkin they shit like they supported it when I sent em the links but they ghost 

Fake ones they come unlike real ones they go but there’s one thing we should always know 

It’s that the fake motherfuckers will come like the moths just  soon as your name starts to glow 


Puttin out a cigarette
On your fuckin leg 
Till you beg 
Pussies put me to the test
I ain’t gonna rest 
Till I am the man that people Stan like I’m a god among the lands but I remain the same coz I don’t give a fuck about the shit that brings fans 

Ice and the bands

I’m a voice from the stands come and take my fuckin hand cos we bang 

Bass bump hard in the thang 

Spittin like a villain killing cliques with my hands 

Changing the game cos I’m sick of the shit that these idiots spit so i open a pit

Darken the days bitch I put my own twist and I murder this shit you just have to admit 

Take a minute cos I did it bitch I said i would 
Put my name out in the air so you could 

Start to make out that the demons emerging from under the wood I will be understood 

Snatch his soul up out his body
We don’t need a motherfuckin shotty
Barkin Bitin like a rotty darkness swallows now he got me and I drop 
Straight down to the grounds 
Of hell and I’m ready for the future that the man will tell

Pentagram drawn at the gates and I wake to the sound of a big ringing bell

The Devil Next Door (Prod. SXMPRA)

Prod. by https://soundcloud.com/wendigowendigo

Arms up, hold up,
Talkin bout the lows enough,
It's only stuff, flexin ice
Let's not speak of the overdone,
Half these bitches like me dead bum,
I been the mold of the lesser chum,
Mold on the ceiling no income
We don't get funds,
They been dead for fun,


But I'm feelin like I need it yuh,

Rest off,
My cause,
Been lost,
Recharge,
Been soft,
Fuck cost,
Retard, 
My fault,
Too far?
Whack car,
Whack broad,
Fuck off,
Your loss,
My toss,
My cause,


I'm just touchy on the subject,
I can't heal myself yet,
Makes me slightly upset,
Banging out my fuckin chest,
Ain't quick enough to cop a vest,
Prayin for the worst, but still hopin for the best,
You more than less,
But same as the rest,
This I don't forget
Triple 6 across ya neck,
Don't ever run up on my set,
Only thoughts can keep me stressed,
You got no space in my flesh

I'm just touchy on the subject,
I can't heal myself yet,
Makes me slightly upset,


Fuckas talkin on the way, 
I'm steady sleepin away the day,
I'ma need to find a space today,
I ain't tryna see a single face
I just need my own fuckin space

Cost up,
Boy just shut the fuck up,
Head case,
You don't know us,

Cost up,
Boy just shut the fuck up,
Head case,
You don't know what's fucked up

See you rockin the stuff,
With the same mothafucks,
Talk is talk in my slums,
No one see me in slump,
And if I feel bad for a moment,
Never own it, I never chose it,
How the fuck you think I feel now?
Clawed to my face in the field now,
Different since the minute Sammy kicked me out the house,
I'm a goddman fuck up,
This was never supposed to be the come up,
Sleepin when the sun up,
I'm just tired of this shit I run up,
Never did it for the money, but I wanna,
I'm only human if we gonna,
Get to small talk then you can.....

I love myself more than I say,
Payday, only time a bitch do it my way,
No name, spread it down her chest like some face paint,
Fuck face, rat race runnin for the clout chase,

It's great to hear how much you love me,
I got no trust, no love, and no money,
But still ain't shit you take from me,
Bumb ass bitch,
I might flip and dip,
And won't tell you nothing


You a problemed child,
Talk ya talk, but can't walk the miles,
Fucka vile, I been steady wild,
I Need a minute, I don't need a while,

Keep it buck, it's all love, stay muzzled,
Treating my line like we been steady couple,
Boy you bes hop the fuck out of my troubles,
I'll fuck ya granny and raise you a uncle,

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SOULS COME, SOULS GO

Iridescent light be callin searchin for a soul

Lately I been fallin deep and dark within a fucking hole 

Feelin cold 
No ones home 
But yet the lights are always on 
at the end I’m dead and gone I’m always  doin this alone 

But I don’t give two fucks
What a motherfucker think he gonna say about another brother say it to my face 

Put him in his place 

Cos the motherfucker sleepin in the gutter 
Let another pussy suffer to the mace 

Trapped in perpetual searching cos I have lost all of the things that I valued in space 

Space being mind I can’t find where the line not to cross goes to hide 

But Its in my mind that is where it lies 
It resides 

Click click clack 
To your back 

Every motherfucker gonna get a blade and attack 
Cos we lack 
Basic decency to be the homies friend for free

Always wanting more but never be there when mothetfuckers need to lean 
And I see
What I need 
Cos you fake ass wannabes 
Always gonna be the ones that imma never wanna be cos I’m me
Never gonna walk up in my jeans
Keep it real or you gon feel ya knees buckle and release
Then you cease 
Breathin 

Keep em way down underneath that’s six feet deep

Let the maggots fuckin feast 
On the meat 

Searching for my soul I see the way I wanna be

And fuck a fake as motherfucker tryna drag me down cos he don’t know me 



Searching for a soul 
But it’s gone
Never comin home 

Darkness gettin cold
But I know 
This is not for long 


Keepin the peace but the bullshit exceeds all the effort I bleed for the ones that be leavin 

Seein the colours emerge through the skin of the pussies that aint what they say they are bein 

I don’t give a fuck and now the pussies outta luck 

Cos instead of being humble all these pussies chasin buck 

And I swear to any god that imma run a fuckin muck

Cos I’m sick of these busters that thinkin they tough  

Rappin got no flow
Lyrics are a no show
Think you gonna test me boy 
You know I’m boutta blow tho 

Growin pretty slow bro 
Get up out my phone hoe
Leavin you behind and now you gettin fuckin fomo 

You know Ill rep immortal till the fuckin death

My last breath 

I will use to tell you that you’ve made a fuckin mess

SOUL SEARCH (Prod. SXMPRA)

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