It is just how it is.
feat: @xatashi

prod: @sweatshirty & @frxsttt

BULLPUP W/ XATASHI [PROD. SWEATSHIRTY & FROSTTT]

Slow Deterioration.

With: @navvvi
Prod @fidi-946222141 & @shneaky-productions

[LD]
Too legit
Mess around and fucking pull the clip
I ain't been a better man but bitter how this fool'l get
All you pussies been a fan the way u talking full of shit
You laying down the line we finna cross w all our toolies gripped

Grippin On My tool aye
Sippin on that Kool aid
Jimming on your Jones
We got the chrome
We finna pull aye

All you rlly think about is diving in the pussy
I notice how they moving & I'm realizing whose fake

[nA]
navvi such a sidekick like he bic flame
living thru a culture like white kids and anime
full pain, against grain, that fucking faggot full gay
carry more beef than joe budden & charlemagne
she ran outa breath and she still suckin. why mang?
talk shit, be like pete davidson's dad... on a plane.
see if i give a fuck about artist's and their one lane
great dane, you can catch ME WITH A FKN BLOOD STAIN

[Ld]
Pissy wit it
Sissy bitches
Get your fucking
Body snatched

Shapes and sizes
Phasing out the
Matrix
On a godly path

Pity on you
Fucking
Flick you
Out
The fucking
Body bag

Pinching for your
Pennies
You petty
And then
The drugs attached

Run w the gang the makers we marking
Yall fucking miss we laser the target
Bitch wanna sit the Clique go the hardest
Fuck on that bitch She thrown in the garbage

[LD & nA]
Nothing on my mind
Fuck it I'll just grind
Wasted all the time
Fuck these jaws of life
[LD]
Pull out faits that's been done to me
fuck
All this pain and damn suffering
I can't explain what's been underneath
My mind explode I hope for relief

[nA]

you will pay right now
you will pay right now
grave.
grave.

HORSE PILLS W/ NAVVVI [PROD. FIDI & SHNEAKY]

MVRTYR X NIKKO ~ EXTENDO

@kidsmile
@backoffjames
lyrics: 

I put my pastor in a body bag
The cops pulled up ain’t get the body back
I’m drifting with a body dragging off a Pontiac 
Evil never sleeps young insomniac 

Never take my medication but that razor on me 
How they scream my meditation make em scream for mommy 
All these songs is incantations now I’m feeling godly 
Can you feel that? 
Cuz I’m feeling ominous
I been in love with this negative energy that I put back on my enemies 
I been a goat from the jump you will never be up on my level I’m heavenly
Been in the kitchen got me a new recipe imma mix blood with the Hennessy
Watch as I blow my competition to oblivion 

I put my pastor in a body bag
The cops pulled up ain’t get the body back
I’m drifting with a body dragging off a Pontiac 
Evil never sleeps young insomniac

I come out when the suns down
I hang with the wrong crowd 
I been in the dog pound 
I got pliers in your mouth 
Imma rip your eyes out
Who’s about to laugh now? Like

You can’t run from me
My head a wreck 
I done been my own bad company 
I love suffering 
Cross on my neck
I been doing my own summoning 

Don’t speak my name 
I take tongues out the mouth of lames
Burn up in flames
I leave the rest just to decay
You’re all the same 
Just maggots meant for death to claim 
Feel the pain
Of my knife in your rib cage

I put my pastor in a body bag
The cops pulled up ain’t get the body back
I’m drifting with a body dragging off a Pontiac 
Evil never sleeps young insomniac

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7xvn - AMEN (prod. AKVRI x KILLJAMES)

BLEND

lyrics:

Born out the pit
Nah my life ain gon amount to shit 
Pussy talking stupid 
Tryna jump me cuz I took his bitch

Born out the pit
Nah my life ain gon amount to shit 
Pussy talking stupid 
Tryna jump me cuz I took his bitch
Finna end his life if he scam me outa fuckin 5th
Hang em by his throat allat talkin get a pussy lynched

Trappin with the plastic clutching metal like it's hasbro
Bitch im selling bricks im selling Lego with the mask on
Bitch I keep the big tool like a lesbo with the strap-on
Bitch we keepin chill we smokin got a bitch to tap on

Ring ring got yo bitch is blowing up my phone 
Bling bling metal shine better watch yo tone
Bitch you talkin to the deadhead
Keepin big blades long clips if a bitch tryna talk sum 
Walk on em
Finna walk on his throat 
Tie a brick round his foot then toss his ass off the boat 
Finna smoke on yo broz make a bitch overdose 
Light up yo body say yo prayers to the goat
Take yo wife and yo kids then keep they ass as a trophy
You say you gonna run up guess you run at a slow speed
Blood sipping out yo skull nah that's red rum
Carving triple 666 on a bitch gut
gun hit gun lit with the gun kit 
Runnin up yo pockets bitch I told yo ass to run shit
Pit killa send em up to the next life
Fake ID on me sipping bud light 

Pussy tryna catch sum dodging shit I step right
Quiet when Im runnin tippy toes bitch I step light 
Aiming with the auto glocky switch up with the flex sight
Beaming spraying bodies set a mothafuckin backlight

Born out the pit
Nah my life ain gon amount to shit 
Pussy talking stupid 
Tryna jump me cuz I took his bitch
Finna end his life if he scam me outa fuckin 5th
Hang em by his throat allat talkin get a pussy lynched

HANG EM BY THE THROAT [PROD-BLKSATURN]

@nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii
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Fixing races with my conscience, cop a 40 for that nonsense,

I'm so bored of being conscious, anxious paranoid and nauseous,

I'm to weak to build a tolerance, but way to strong to care,

Burn the cigarette till ashes picking butts out of my hair...
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Don’t fucking care, the only thing that I have left to do is die,

Watch me rot away for years, you act surprised a fucking lie,

Pretty pills and orange bottles in my casket, only right,

Leave me facedown in the ditch off 60 milligrams of white...
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This a semi final suicide, the kind that makes you stare,

Because nothing makes me feel alive like falling out my chair,

Calling up my hookup tryna cash out on a scare,

But he knows I'm not the kind of kid to lash out unprepared...
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Bloody noses how my throat is dripping vision starts to fade,

Poison dragging through system cutting years off like a blade,

Feel the resin on my walls I judge the time by grams I’ve weighed, 

Toxins oh my god I’ve lost it bleach my fabric and just wait...
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Drag my body off the carpet just so I can get retarded,

I don't wanna feel like garbage but I still don't have the knowledge,

With the money that I spend I bet that I could pay for College,

But the only kind of lectures that I get is from my father...
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Sick and tired anxious, nauseous, I’m not cautious I’m a corpse,

Try to sleep it’s fucking pointless my reality is warped, 

Please don’t tell me how to stop I do the wrong shit till it’s worse,

I can’t stop it, fucking lawless self destruction just occurs...
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Make it hurt bitch please just make it hurt

Make it Hurt (ft. Na$tii)

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

Stream/Buy

Papa Sleep - Quarantine ft. GULLYSPiT & Depth Strida [prod. kiraw]

Crematoria (pezzhead x majin az)
prod. pezzhead

lyrics.

(Hook: Majin Az)
Unconscious dismembered I line them up together
I can not remember what the fuck I've done
I’m Choking on the stench corpses in the trench
sewn together wrong arms where legs belong

(Verse: pezzhead)
sewn together wrong bloody pale skin stitched uh
kill that bitch dump her bloody body in a ditch
we won't speak of it nah we'll never speak of it
if you snitch imma stitch a fuckin zip where your lips is

tie both hands round your back
knee on your head to the floor
this is where you always lack
my shoe is in your jaw imma let that shit snap uh
and you know you're never coming back
what a fuckin shame should've stopped all the fukin chat
you are not my mate so now you're seeing black

(Verse: Majin az)
Dummy boys wanna chat that noise i'll store their head in a fridge
dummy boys no backchat ain't no building or burning a bridge
told that bitch suck my dick with whole lotta spit better open your mouth and catch that shit
tortured noise inside my head telling me to line my wrists n quit

imma pull up so shut the fuck up
this be a stick up can't get your prick up
man's girl get dick up
my dick get lick up now where the liquor?
im about to dick her down semen all in her mouth aha

(b2b starting w pezz)

Manna woke up n my ribs so froze still so fuckin cold

put a pregabalin up my nose sleepin on all these hoes

saink feels different we got a sound now manna wake up n fuck a show

fuck every pussy hole in this scene better step back n watch us blow

better step back before i crack your nose better step back before i stamp your throat

fuck your tracks we're breaking ground boy fuck what you know

no style no flow see that pussyhole got no glow

watch your clique get defiled boy heads gonna roll.

Crematoria - Dismembered

GULLY track 2

Produced Mixed and Mastered by @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: Na$tii
you ain’t on cause of yo talent 
boy you dick ride
listen thru yo songs and I was laughing
get yo shit right 
I been on that riot shit that violence 
what incite 
how you catch an ego talking big 
when you got lil hype 

steady making hits 
and been smoking in abundance 
I can’t stand the fuckery 
and all them bad assumptions 
blasting all my shit until that speaker give concussions 
and if we seeing12 come we kill em by dozen

stay hating on the gully kid
but yo girl fuck w my music 
got problems with control
if I like it I abuse it 
hit em in his stomach 
leaving bruises and contusions 
and I’m smoking Russian cream
but that blunt looking bigger than a Cuban 

80x put me under the grid
when the bell ring she gonna cover gully in spit 
kick handle in so we can go and plunder the crib
if you owe that’s some shit 
I don’t simply forget 
I need a cigarette 
now pass the razer blade 
been here for a second 
you want smoke then you gon fade away 
take it day to day only seconds till we all decay 
now single file everybody never misbehave 

thumbing through the rubbish 
where the diamonds at 
tell me where you find me at ? 
ready with the polish 
at the exit but the timings past 
you ain’t really built to last
you ain’t really ten toes 
leaking from the gash 
money froze now you exposed 
I got optimism but the glass is coloured Melrose
you ain’t really want it but you cop before the sale close 
now they selling tons but my brothers still in jail clothes

Hook: Na$tii 

grab the guillotine let it go until the jail close x4

I can’t see the face, but i know it got a pale glow 
bomb they limousine wrap they bodies like a pharaoh 
they can feel the squeeze just remember not to let go x2

Verse 2: Na$tii

I cracked my lips 
I take drag I rolled some hash in it
spinning of a fifth a federale how im taxing shit 
I ain’t gonna quit i shoot a badge till I’m a terrorist 
I ain’t even real I’m just a mirror up to a narcissist 

you ain’t really  gripping you a sweaty palm pacifist 
I been steady in it you ain’t even started spawning yet
Vietcong vet you a house pet 
I can’t even see you roaches scatter
once the light set 

roll my landlord in a blunt and get to smoking 
poison out the frogs back needles get to poking 
bleaching out my skin in the love seat while it soak in 
saying all that shit now you claiming u misspoken 

9-5 you serving so you don’t get 25 life 
now you fucking  pissed off
all you wanna do is fight 
Bobby where the kids at 
Bobby where that fucking wife 
Bobby in the suburbs grabbed a knife and stabbed a hunnid times

Hook repeats

Jail Talk

GULLY track 11

Produced Mixed and Mastered by @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics:
verse: Na$tii
I hear a tire crunch the gravel
ready for the battle 
gripping on the paddle 
I ain’t beefing with nobody
I ain’t bummin with the cattle 
I’m like Mullen with the Zilla rail
a villa filled with chattel 
psychedelics in my system 
knock my head round like a rattle 
got that Bella on my keychain
looking whiter than a chapel 
got Griselda in my brain 
u really think I’m tryna grapple 
saw em scraping up that body front the staples
saw em lacing up that chronic with the angels 
it’s ironic how the paper
make em violent to they neighbour
but they begging that the robber baron 
stay replacing labour 
arms for caper 
lungs full of  vapour 
I put up my hands up  for a second I was actually a savour
got no love for any middlemen
but I respect hustle 
can’t play games with the business
not expect to meet the muscle
can’t placate to these bitches
or they’ll slap u with the muzzle
all my brothers staying ignant
matching pieces like a puzzle 
matching pieces of a designer 
doesn’t mean u got a style 
brought yo girl out to the crib
she asked to suck me with a smile 
gully spit that ugly shit 
I’m na$ty bitch I’m fucking vile 
I been here for a while 
pose in front the body pile 
cut em finger off ya hand i catch u 
stealing my shit 
you ain’t really been a fan u just here
reaching for shit 
I ain’t got another second 
I ain’t hearing yo shit 
if u really hate this music shit then please go quit 
got a second in the spotlight 
I’m sorry that u wasted it 
yeah u got the mop out 
but u just working maintenance
I just need substance that’ll take me where the mason is
u stand under the flag pole
u covered in the nations piss  
no recovery its final
fuck u and I mean it
I’m not anybody’s idol
yeah that hunger make u smart
but that starvation make u primal 
aiming at the shadows
up that hammer like a trial 
smoking gamma i ain’t stopping 
till they quoting from bible 
u ain’t popping u just talking 
all yo lyrics sound recycled
u put rapper in to bio
now u thinking that u special
go deflate that ego
for they catalogue yo dental 
lil bitch

Bodies And Flies

DEADHEAD IN THIS SHIT
♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♡♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

HANG EM BY THE THROAT [PROD-BLKSATURN]

☠︎DEADHEAD☠︎ 『@fukkdead』

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