PRODUCED AND FEATURING THE BIG MAN HIMESELF @DEPTHSTRIDA

Lyrics:

Depth Strida:

Bitch you’ll flow like a pack
Lookin like a dirty rat
I’m just here to get rich 
uh huh
I wanna smoke on the pack
I wanna roll with the gat 
Let me set up your whole fuckin clique
Uh huh
One breath I go stealth
My blade beside of me’s myself
My berrett is never gon miss
Uh huh
Put some knife through yo chest
And yo eyes states the past
Make your soul fade away real swift
Uh huh

NO IM NOT SURPRISED 
BITCH IM BOUTTA PUT YOUR LIGHTS OUT
THIS AINT NO BASEBALL
BITCH YOU WONT GET NO TIME OUT
DISARM HIS WEAPON AND IM PULLING
THE MAG OUT
YOU WONT STAND A CHANCE
THERES NO WAY HE CAN BREAK OUT
SOLDIERS MOVING FORWARD
AND IM FIGHTING MY WAY THROUGH IT

Undead Ronin:

I’m fucked up 
With that blade
Fucked up
Pull the pistol out my pocket
Leave you real fucked up
Sig Sauer wit extendo 
Leaking from the bullet holes
Never fuck around with Ronin
Strida leave you dead 
Nobody gon come and then play
Throw down yo hand
Man my hand is insane
Ace up my sleeve with a king and a queen
Ain’t no king here but me 
Got no queen lemme see
Yeah hoe
Wanna play with a god leave you free
Free from yo body no physical chi
Blocking yo chakras and sever connections
No stepping to me man
You gotta do better than that

You dishonor what was sacred
Plunge that blade into your gut
Yeah the mask around my face
Is all you see before you cut 
Rip away 
let it drain
Mercenaries bring the pain
Yeah bitch they raining on these pussies
RIP AND TEAR CAUSE IMMA SLAY

TAKE YO EYES
VISION TURNING BLACK NOW
FADE TO GREY
BLEEDING FROM THE FACE NOW
I AM ALONE
SHOW RESPECT TO ME
YOU AINT GONNA FIGHT
YOU AINT A THING TO ME

Stop the drama
Better stop the plight 
Fuck
I wanna catch you in my sight

STOP
TALKING BOUT ME
GET OUT MY LANE
FUCK OUT MY FACE
RIGHT NOW
I’M ON EDGE TODAY
ONE MORE FUCKING THING
I’M FILLING VACANT GRAVES
DON’T CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE
COMING AND FUCKING UP PEOPLE
WHO NEVER GON LEARN THE WAY

Depth Strida:

He don’t know that he don’t want no beef wit me
He don’t know I really smite so easily
So I bump into him and take his phone with me
Mercenaries have the rope and we be calling bitch

SIG SAUERS

SIG SAUERS (feat. Depth Strida) [prod. DEVILJIN]

LOVE TO MY BROTHER @JaeAlaska

Lyrics:
Money on my mind there ain’t no time for me to worry bout
Store more than that knowledge like I got a bundle bank account 
Submit it like I’m finished catch the herb and then I roll it out
I stay afloat the water like you’ll never catch my tapping out
All I spit is chlorophyll 
Clean em out and roll my luck inside the dice cause you already fucking know the deal 
I slowed it down and then I poured a seal 
Cause all that paranoia had me questioning just what the fuck was real 
I keep it ancient like it’s frozen wisdom 
Already know the business
If it’s for my squad then I ain’t ever switching 
Some people did and I ain’t fucking with it 
No bridges burned but I just hope it’s fucking cozy swimming with the fishes
Wires in the water I electrocute the whole game
Put me on the track it come alive like it’s a whole train 
Coldest in New York so I could only spit that propane
Hottest of the cold I lit the stove and then I co-flame
Running off of course cause I ain’t ever fuck with no lane 
Leave you in the dust I’m laughing asking how the road taste 
Mr keep it going no emotion I got no face 
If I ever did it probably turn it to a cold case

mentally my focus dialed like coke and niacin
I bring heavy violence to you snotty fucking virusses
light it up we spark the flint, buzzin off that riddlin
leave you on the chopping block splinter em like kindling
and then we split again
no condoning sure as fuck don’t give condolences 
crawling on the concrete home is where the roaches live
lining up that white got that bite leave you motionless 
stretching out these pay stubs bending like contortionists 
pop up where you stay I’m at your door eviction notices
crucifiction bonuses they still dont the picture
should be leaving bullet holes where every member of the SCOTUS lives
don’t get sensitive clickbait on some bogus
stole ideas from the next man y’all sound is fucking torrented
turned the underground around into an orphanage
I guess I had coming like I don’t know what abortion is
only blame myself coulda put y’all down before all this 
leave an exit wounds on every single fucking chauvinist
gullyspitting radical dead capital we socialist 
y’all hopeless
I hope you fucking hang w the rest

Smile He's Back w/ Jae Alaska

FRIGHT NIGHT
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Featuring @fxckyoujamie
Produced by @fxckyoujamie
Mixed & Mastered by DEEMXNN & FXCKJAMIE
Artwork by @fxckyoujamie

lyrics:

[DEEMXNN]:

i grip a k it’s right next to my hip when i head to the bank get the fuck up out my face
niggas still drown in their own fucking waves
boy i been off the map and they think that their safe
can’t fuck with the gang you’re surrounded by demons these hollows gon lay em right down in his grave
pop out the cut load it up from the mud 
there’s a voice in my head and it’s never gon fade 

better duck from that red dot 
knocking your top off 
we shatter their windows we fill up the graveyards
bought a new stick with a blade boy it ain’t stock
got a stick on me 
i got a demon inside of my head you gonna die today
building them racks she come fuck with me
demon been hanging wit dogs and he’s never gon drift away

[FXCKJAMiE]:

I come out the dirt
I’m back for some blood, got yo’ crew on alert 
All I know is to hurt
I’m ready to die but I’m killin’ you first
You know I’m off of the Molly 
I’m ‘bout to catch a new body 
Im never givin’ a fuck, yeah sorry bitch I’m not sorry

Aim for the face
Dismember his body and take out his brain
I don’t need a grave
I leave him to rot and observe him decay
Yeah watch ‘em guts decompose 
and now they food for the crows
I’ll send my madness to masses ‘til fucking everyone knows

FRIGHT NIGHT (FEAT. FXCKJAMiE)

real pain...
just hope this helps u get thru yours...

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Im sadistic, I’m straight up vicious, no rest for the wicked
Missing on top you bitches with nails in your wrist and
A nail in just where your kicks been, crucifixion
A pigs pen the way that we living, think death is my mission
Pulling up
Black out my body I’m hooded up
The green that I carry be smelling like berries, the strawberry goji I’m rolling up
Like absent father not showing up, theres levels to hell and I leveled up
Damn near a deadbeat, if its getting ugly you know that the Ouija is pulling up, what the fuck
Slamming the gas with my foot on the brake
Making no progress for my fucking sake
Dead is my exit there is no debate, head on a plate
Rapping bout ice like you was an immigrant
Head on a spike if you want to get into it
Come talking money like I was from Intuit
Blow up a stadium just like Vegeta did
Being rich i know ain’t shit but I could afford my fix
Oxycontin or suboxone, what’s the problem if i lived?
If the coffin comes to claim me, its okay I want it often
Often nauseous, vomit toxins, life is what my fixes cost me, begging to off me
Scrape the blade, yank the chain then decay
Don’t obey, end your day, youre dead to me

Life Is A Game That No One Ever Wins

Back again blacked out I pop out what’s happening? 
Shout out to Missing no tapping in
Exclusive, elusive, you losing but choosing continuing self inflict bruising
I prophesize incoming ending, please weep for your majesty, agnostic shooters they blasphemy
Question behaviors and who has been favored I think I was cursed with this apathy
Found myself a new low
What the fuck you motherfuckers thinking that you know?
Nothing i don’t hoe
Killing by the milly, population control hoe
Bagging like I’m Frodo
Cholo with the pogo, don’t get shot up like a photo
Cause Im colder than the froyo and you chicken like el polo, can’t fuck with you putos, yall culo
You still sucking your thumb, alien gun need no drum
Alien blood in my veins its the Ouija that doesn’t belong
Scream cuz she ride on my um, xanax I mix it with rum
Shawty is thick fuck a snickers, they thinking like where is she from? Dont fuck with you bums
Shining like I’m Megaman, I bear this pain
Bear in mind I’m homicidal, make levitate
Right hand rests on top the bible, Im lying straight face
Faced enough of blunts Ive smoked my whole body weight
You might see me at the tip top, where you is not
Most you motherfuckers had one song that blew on Tik Tok
That’s where it stops, your hits flip flop
Heavy grinding, need no diamonds, need a motherfucking headshot, guess I best not
These idiots the issue
If you think you’re safe, you ain’t, just let me get utensils
Simians with missiles wearing human tissue
Chalk around the bodies turning corpses into stencils, Im mental

Population Control Pt. 2

Often lost inside my thoughts and how I let it get this far
Blossoming my coping into splitting pills apart
Please kill my liver, break my heart just pull the trigger, end it all
Anger anchoring me to go get the fucking saw
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone
Im appalled, hold your applause
I turned his brain, his guts, his blood to applesauce
And What it cost? Nothing at all 
Wicked shit the kid did hear yo fucking call, dont get involved
Im at the mosque and something’s off
Burn it down and leave the rest to mock
The smell of rot fills the block
They think its just the sewer but its not
Pop a lock and bodies drop
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone
From the coast
East side where the weak die, send these felines running home
Silhouettes in treelines, they suspended by a rope 
Hellbound where Ill head now, bear a tainted heavy soul
A let down thats been lead down to a brand new low
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone

There's Snakes In The Weeds And They’re Biting

Its Ouija bitch 
Seething from the sudafed
Admitting ambitions, decision to go and split heads 
Exit wound with lead fragments embedded, you met death, the Missing, the death count impressive man
Reaper seeping reefer got me feeling like a tweaker
Off the meters of evil, i hate the people cuz they weasels
Filthy creatures with features of the shriekers from the ether
Feeding anger and fear, the hatred growing each year
Contraceptive 
Thats what yo daddy shouldve used
Lifes a lesson
Ouija teaching with abuse
Push deception
Like the media do
What’s the message?
I just do not like you
Whats the move pussy?
Cut the filler I aint new rookie
There aint nothing you can do, you can’t fuck with me
I aint bending to no rules of the industry
Ghost steady floating choking toking off the weed
Protected by hell if you really wanna duel dummy
Pistol packing double backing if you say something
Pressing yo melon, im squeezing for the juice, jelly
Bodies smelly in the deli with the forks ready
Throwing elbows at scarecrows off acid, you rojo, got no hoes, get exposed to real smoke
Hope you fuckers choke
Cope, loathe, you lack a soul
Repetition prescription ingest to feel whole
Recognize, one hit’ll leave you petrified, with a shank and a .38 specialize, seeing colors like I inhaled pesticide, from ego death to paradise, your hell arrived
We’re a race of people that our mother couldnt love
Disrespecting my essence my presence cemented above 
Hit it Raw like my joints till her legs go numb
Boasting on some post exposing you aint none
You unworthy you burn out you shouldnt rap at all
You bother me you fodder and your father aint involved
Lambs to the slaughter, the marauder with a bomb
Causing local panic causing damage to a plaza
Gaza
Where else we sending money? Fuck your own people and bail out another country
Sending out billys we got homeless and they hungry
Burning down a city then call it another theory

The Furthest From A Professional

come thru

Second single taken off "Cytopathic". Coming next month!

WITH: @GULLYSPIT & @DEPTHSTRIDA
PROD: @KIRAWTHESAVIOR
MIX: @NAVVVI
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[SAINT SLEEP]
I got that cough so we set it up
Come to your block then I wet it up
Invite the virus inside of your home
Enter veins now you ape shit
Bad to the bone marrow
Black widow tap on your eyelids
Clip rip through your bitch catch her carcass on the floormat

I don't care where you been
I don't care what you seen
Mucus found on the scene

Xanax in the slammer slanging bodies out the cellar
Bet I find your skeleton hanging on the park bench
Car bent out of shape
Face down in the shit stain
Quarantine the whole trap spray the germs off the chain

DESIGNER GET STRIPPED OFF THE BODY PILE
BITCHES SELLING VACCINES ON THE BLOCK I THINK I NEED IT NOW

[BRIDGE]
Nothing left now but a dead scene and a deadlock
Burnt bridges nowhere left to go homie gotta let go
Let go
Let go
Tell me when you let go
Let go
Homie gotta let go

[GULLYSPiT]
Piss out the misery
Coke in my blood if it spill I go surfing
Get with the program or get labelled worthless
It’s not a sickness just rot on the surface
Bio-machinery ticks like a clock
Chase it with lime now the gears met a rock
Invade the middle then go back and bomb all the chalk
I know the air leave you choking but think of the stock

Pinned like an animal, pathogen phoenix
Fuck with yo mental, restructure the helix
Believe in nothing get killed with the heathens
I know it’s hard but you better not fight the adhesion
I know the lesion grows faster, increasing the fracture
With stress it reopens, no treating the cancer
Were hoping it sells

Can’t hear the siren it’s drowning itself
Doc made a promise these pills do me well
Doc made a promise that imma get right
What does he know?
Carried away by the night
I hear the silence it’s grows
I’m at the end of the rope
I know that I gotta go
Gotta let go
Gotta let go

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Peel off the surface that humans call skin
Im the disease theres no way you can win
Creep thru the city they buried me in
And father forgive me cause I commit sins
Bitch I strida walk right through your block
Ay fuck with me you get wet up
Ay they call me the devils blood
Cause I stomp humans to the ground

Ay im a virus
And you gon die from me
Okay, call me the medics
And they will run in fear
(Contagious contagious
I think I caused a plague bitch)x2

Cytopathic

Quarantine ft. Gullyspit & Depth Strida

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Quarantine ft. Gullyspit & Depth Strida [prod. kiraw]

GULLY track 9 featuring @istasha and @auxking

Produced, mixed and mastered by Na$tii @nastiitaxii

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Na$tii
I’m in your pocket pot of greed
just how it’s got to be 
it ain’t no different 
than these doctors 
at these pharmacy
it ain’t addiction 
this is orchestrated policy 
talking visions of a future 
where the boot is not just 
stomping out our will to breath 
and 
I can speak it honestly 
it doesn’t matter
middle finger to police 
2 warning shots 
then we scatter 
I beleive we need a leader 
y’all are happy w a master 
when you shoot em my advice is either stomach or the bladder 

you bum ass little actors know you copy the script
when that gun sounds  it’ll separate the sharks from the shrimp 
you come at any one of us we gonna clap till u limp 
throw ya body in Styx all that I feel is contempt 

Chorus: Na$tii
shit I must ask 
forest why you run fast?
forest why you got all those prescriptions 
from the drug lab ?
forest why they saying that you stupid 
 front the whole class 
they don’t know we always gon be running 
and they hate that you can run fast 
x2 

Verse 2: Na$tii
double up the bag
and hit with the vaseline
the mini pigs well never tag it 
slipping through security 
never picky but for drugs i need the purity 
never wrap it but can’t have another mouth to feed
honestly its getting pretty cheap to pay the tweaker fee 
I tell em place the burner 
right beneath the tank of gasoline 
blowing out the window screen 
member smoking pounds of green 
and sippin in the kitchen as we 
ashing in the fucking sink 
rick moranis looking ass 
go find a kid to shrink 
when you pull the trigger 
pay attention not to  fucking blink 
shawty want a ring 
i gave her one at finger length 
y’all love to follow 
I’m afraid you lost the skill to think 
turned creator to consumer 
with that kool aid drink 
when u run up ya margins 
theirs is larger shit so outta sync
with ya girl the other week she got some crazy kinks
face don’t match the body
guess I’ll call that  bitch a fucking sphinx

Chorus:

Verse 2: Istasha
Cryptic as a Cicada
When locked 
Grasping my jaw 
So pry it open; my mouth it appears Vacated enough 

Self worth of Tardigrade in a gutter 
I gotta depleted the premium 
eat it to be Persuaded Later 

Run Just overclock
The doc got prescriptions 
serving of mescaline 
Resting upon the shelf in the shelter
Renew the print Over counter 
You wash 
Chase it down gallons cattle broth 
Hit the Clorox bottle bouncing off the tarmacGot a Full set rinse
All of my Brushes set aside just ain’t 
Ain’t the same fucking thing 
All of my vices are mnemonic 
I got that antigen again 
Taste just like a can of paint 
Second drop down in seconds 
Stop to track it got no mentsu

Hand folding to stress 
Like a Diamond 
ace surveillance cellar 

No saving 

Brain Run in a mess 
Like it’s Simon says with Hellen Keller 

Pre Chorus: Istasha
Shit I must ask 
Forest why you run fast
Forest why you got all those prescriptions from the drug lab 
Forest why they saying that you’re stupid front he whole class
They don’t know we always gon be running and they hate that you can run fast

Chorus Repeats:

Life Is A Game That No One Ever Wins

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]