SKIT 02
THE GUTTER 8/17

Transcription:
"It really sounds like CRIMSXN HILL wants a beer, and I don't blame him after having to deal with all that; So he... he does get one."

THE GUTTER

SKIT 02

Us Vs. Them

Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table

Are You Going To See The Rose In The Vase, Or The Dust On The Table?

i got all new things

never in my brain

now i changed

feelin like i cant

just go move the same

and thats ok

fighting for the sun

moon will have to wait

ill up the bank

come up in that thang

come up with that thang  


immah have to tell yall

immah have all this with a saint

yea when she come

warm my ice heart mane

i cant hear her more

if i held onto my brain

i cant feel the rain

ive been going



thats what i thought

right by my side

murder someone

if they mess with my squad

bitch

severe da fish

if the ocean been callin

for her to return ta  denile


you cant kill it


like uh
  
ordering a number of nine

come and they serve up some beef

in the streets

all this talkin

gone leave a chalk line


--

pop it

--

raven 

seed what i copied

now be 

like my mama

so shee

kinda loved

i keep kay

uh round my side

  npine

in the park

now ian save the summah

cant pick us one apart


heh

boutta send the code

let em in


i got image

he wont want to party

cause when hes sippin 

start to fall

stupid shits

what makes the man

new politics 

huh

blurry vision

in the rain

my punishment

i thought ide

never get a chance

so ill never call


no minimal

its no kill no more

its giving cannibal

eat her like a animal

arranged like edible

chocolate she no casual

eat out all her thoughts

i feel her flesh

i will not say no more

DONT HARM ME - KOHMORA

night sky

nice eyes

you can have mine


i see

no free 

way to a sky line


im fine

til im not

then its decline


keep me up

when im down

in the night time

PARASYTE

A PAIR OF EYES

THEY SAW ME WHEN I DIED

-

NEVER LIE

I NOTICE WHEN IM HIGH

-

PESTICIDE

MY PEACE OF MIND

DIED WHEN YOU TOLD ME LIES

-

NEVER TRIED

I NOTICE WHEN ITS MINE

-

SEEK A SCYTHE

PAIN IS TORTURE

OVERCAME THE KNIFE

-

BLEEDIN TIME

NOW IM HEALIN

FROM THE HURT INSIDE

-

I SURVIVED

NOW I RETURN

TO BURN DOWN THE HIVE

-

ITS A VIBE

FOLLOW ME

CULT CAN SAVE SOME LIVES

---


SALT THE LAND

FRIENDS AND FAM CAN SEE MY HEADS IN SAND

SO WHY IT STUNG

LET THEM IN ON PLANS 

TO SAVE THIS MAN

SOUL WHOS THOUGHTS
KILL A FAN

HEAT IS DEATH

LENT A HAND 

MY SCENTS IN HIGH DEMAND

THEY SMELL DEFEAT

SO WHY THEY WANT THIS THEN

THEY SEE THE WRITING ON THE WALL IT SPELT OUT 

THIS IS HIM

TAKE A SPIN IN RIDE WITHOUT THE RAILS

I SPEAK OF TALE OF FIN THE END IS NEARER THAN

THE CLOCKS ABOUT TO BAN

feelin like im friends with the night eyesss

BE A PART OF MY PROCESS

BE A PART MY INSPIRATION

BE A PART MY OPTIONS

MOTION WASHIN OFF OF YOU 

YOU MADE THE RIVERS OCEAN BLUE

MY VEINS CANT BE OPENED TOO

THE PROCESS BEING OVER USED 

I FEEL IM LOSING ACCESS

MY MUSE HAD LOCKED ME OUT THE GATES

ITS BEEN FATE TO FEEL SO STRUNG

PUPPET BY THE PEOPLE RUNNIN LIFE

NIGHT SKY - KOHMORA

520
Lyrics: CRIMSXN HILL
Vocal Production: CRIMSXN HILL
Beat Production: JXYLN

Lyrics:
"Never understand how a pussy bitch flake
Never understand how you fuckers acting fake
I'm just here for the pie and the cake
I'm the boss
Call me Buddy, you ain't getting a handshake
WAIT
520 and it very hot outside
Got my glasses on and my bitch right by my side
Bet you if we weren't in the sun still be fried
Riding
Riding
In the Skyline
Feeling like I'm in a fishtank, Sam Hyde

Red eyes like a prison shank, I ain't crying
Reefer like the piss stank, cops know we're lying
Riding in the blue tank, then we're fucking flying
Feelin like I'm Tom Hanks, going to an island
Styling, None of these pussies can fuck with me
Chilling on an island, drinking chai, while she go down on
MEaner than most they say, baby I just like to make it clear like a ghost
I just want some limes and Dos Equis
I just want some head and a little foreplay
I just want some beer and a little more day

AY
520

Never loved the cold, man we're going south for the summers
520 hold, always reppin' rattlesnake holes
On the southwest border call me Wyatt Earp
'Cause I'm moving, I'm a plotter

Never loved the cold, man we're going south for the summers
520 hold, always reppin' rattlesnake holes
On the southwest border call me Wyatt Earp
'Cause I'm moving, I'm a plotter

520"

SKIT 02

CRIMSXN HILL

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