A'Gs Sandbagged Playlist

stuff i ACTUALLY like

Last Chance – Dark Trap

It's hard to let go of the past
Collab with Jorclai

Missing The Times Where Our Smiles Were Genuine

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
swing my knife
won’t miss, i’ll clip you
psilocybin tip my pistols
i like knives and sticks and missiles
hoe, won’t kiss you
what’s your issue?
bet this blade go through your tissue
or this k gon put some in you
pull that four out
i’ma show out
make a stain bet they won’t miss you

i inspired the eclipse
i got fire in my clip
razor wire on my fence
so, if they climb it, they might rip
ay, why the fuck he looking bummy

i might crack em, do em scummy
double back, i scrub them tracks up
call for backup, they aint coming

ay, why you running, motherfucker?
grab my pump, it fuck his guts up
hunt to get my funds up
boy, this gun buck like no other

hit him with that thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
put him in a hearse and we making that boy dirt
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed

i swing my knife
won’t miss, i’ll clip you
psilocybin tip my pistols
i like knives and sticks and missiles
hoe, won’t kiss you
what’s your..?
bet this blade go through your tissue
or this k gon put some in you
pull that four out
i’ma show out
make a stain bet they won’t miss you

i inspired the eclipse

i got fire in my clip
razor wire on my fence
so, if they climb it, they might rip
ay, why the fuck he looking bummy
i might crack em, do em scummy
double back, i scrub them tracks up
call for backup, they aint coming

hit him with that thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
..thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
..thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
put him in a hearse and we making that boy dirt
..hearse and we making that boy dirt
..hearse and we making that boy dirt
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed
i swing my..

goblin teeth

This is the soundtrack for "Fraudulence Vol. 1" which is a series of custom levels made by Spelunky for Ultrakill

Artwork by ShiniApples on Twitter/X

Its Perfection (By Azali)

Turning Point (w/ Zane Goen)

Profaned Community (w/ Yem, ft. Saxophonist Perrell)

Valley Of Fools

Lyrics:


Don’t wanna play
Don’t come close to me
Bustas on the way
Get out my lane
This ain’t poker mane
Flush you wit that cane
I’m royalty
Spittin lava G
Marching through yo town
I wear the crown 
And you under ground 
Bitch I’m underground
I’m Shooting up all of these snakes
Slither closer let me ‘capitate
Capsized in the lake
Pull you down by cinder blocks and chains
You cannot keep up 
with all of the shit that I be saying 
I gotta keep it slow 
to make sure that you catch the phrase
Aye I’m spillin out yo brains wit an AK
Heard you wanna run yo fucking fade
Oh bitch I’m ready 
got an army coming over the hill
Block out the sun
Watch yo eyes roll back
See the light fade out
Don’t fuck with the MK
Fuck what you know
Do not tempt me I got anger hoe
Raise the fucking dead up 
Using a ritual from the necro tome
Fuck out my life
All you bring here is plight
covers all that you touch
Withers dies and then fades away
I don’t seek heaven
And I don’t seek hell
But if worst comes to worst
I will send you to one of em
Never gonna give up on my fuckin life
For anyone
Don’t think that you’re special
Imma vessel
For that god that you worship

Forgive me father, for I have sinned
The weight is too much to bare
And it feels like I might’ve gone to far 
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
The deeds I’ve done are all but good
I need to be freed from this bloody skin

Don’t hit me up
Turning off my phone
Walking to a field in the middle of nowhere
Because I need to get some real peace
Self reflect on life 
And wonder if it’s worth it to endure 
I do not think I have a choice
It’s time to pay the price for sure
The walls closing in on me
I’m feeling ready to give in
Hold my hands in prayer
And say forgive me for my sins
Forgive my soul
I need help to soar
Drag me to the pearly doors
I cannot stop myself
Fading away to the bottomless pit
This my final breath
Gotta find a way to get away
From all the pain that I’m feeling
I tried to end my life twice
But nothing gave me what I need
Voices up inside my head scream at me
today is the day
But nothing ever ends it
It’s a waking nightmare every day
Doomed to face reality 
repeating every waking hour
Try to overcome the demons 
I don’t think I have the power 
Please hear my plea
No more pain no more suffering
Take it away
Take it far far away from here
Speak to the void
Waiting for a response
But there’s nothing 
There never is
God isn’t listening
Everything is broken
Shattered torn up into pieces
I don’t think there’s any fixing
Till the day that I lay down to die
I’m sick of all of the games that I’m playing 
No body is here to help
They’re only here to cause hell

Forgive me father, for I have sinned
The weight is too much to bare
And it feels like I might’ve gone to far 
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
The deeds I’ve done are all but good
I need to be freed from this bloody skin

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned [prod. Undead Ronin]

prod. by zepelin & zyller 
additional prod. by zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
I'm sick of feeling giddy for you b*tches, too dense
Drop a rhythm, critics drop their two cents
I've been spilling lyrics on the instrumentals, too tense
I'm been feeling fearless
Really too drenched up in the spirit of the trench
Hence my dreaded, unwavering new sense of passion
Pedaling the ink from this pen with the stench of havoc
Settling with these rations
The devils in sync with madness, already feel like a madman
Heavy feelings erratic, my heads up, kneeling while laughing
Festering feelings, the havoc's remnants reveal my habits clashing with patterns on the beat
Held this sh*t captive on a leash, so I had to get this sh*t leased
B*tch, I'm a beast
Diminishing returns on my commitment, I've been curved
By the skin of my teeth, still preserved it all like a dentist
Replenish my inner winner
A cynic, I've been intending to get the point like I'm ending a sentence

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn

F-f-flipping through the pages, itching for another protocol
Chasing one peace like a pair of overalls, overhauled
All the information until I become a know it all
Every verse you've heard from me is unique ‘cause I wrote em all
Overall, I'm really just neat, sh*t is cold and raw
Throwing salt onto your wounds and no it won't dissolve
Like my hatred won't resolve cause I f**kin' hate you, b*tch
This cycle goes in circles like a bowling ball

F-F-Figuratively speaking, I've been feeling really distant
From the figures who been fickle, I just bicker every weekend
I'd try killing for a deeper purpose
Feel like I'm been keeping too much weight upon my shoulders
Everyday, I feel like bleeding out my rage and through my soul
Display how I've been dealing with the pain, so I told 'em, "I'll maintain this way of dreaming"
C-Colder, now I'm older with this faithful way of thinking
I've been sinking in the deep end
Day to day,  I am still bringing what it takes to level up and keep the pace up, f*ck a paystub
Traits to raise the stakes that leave a trace upon each take
I record with every war inside my head, I could embrace
Work towards a better state, a mental state that's based
W-W-Wake up everyday with tension
I could ventilate with every record 'till I'm rest assured a taste of pure contentment
A semblance of a Heaven that's on earth that could let me in
Run these tracks, my recipes equal parts petty and deadly sin
B-B-Been to hell and back, avoid states I've already been
Sh*t reflects the fact these raps still have a steady grip
On filling all the gaps, record this shit till my sweaty skin
Demonstrates my wrath, I'm still scheming for a steady win
Disillusioned by bruises, chew the cud or my cuticles
I soothe infliction with diction and pharmaceuticals
Communicate my views to you, now I'm like Dr. Doolittle
T-T-Taking up center stage like a musical

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn (x2)

retribution.mp4 (or: the art of getting even in an odd world)

SMOKE ON DA WATER

[T.R.I.P.]

I gotta break away
From these fuckin chains that’s wrapped around my mental
I been dealing with stress everyday 
I wanna run far away and never come home
Im like many others, just another lost soul 
Too many breaks will lead right you into a dark path 
That’s why I keep my head down
And keep working on my own craft
Never gave a fuck about what anybody thought of me
They can keep on hating
While I’m chasing out my fuckin dreams

[HOOK: VAGUE]

I never thought I’d be the person that I ought a be
Nothin gonna fucken change
Just don’t bother me
Crawling up from inside and I’m all alone
My bodies here but my minds in a different zone
I never thought I’d be the person that I ought a be
Nothin gonna fucken change
Just don’t bother me
Crawling up from inside and I’m all alone
My bodies here but my minds in a different zone

[VAGUE]

All the times I could of said it
But never said it
It could of left my mind
You know Id never let it
I put the past behind
And homie let’s forget it
The past will keep on creepin
Only if you let it

I’m diggin em’ deeper
And callin the creatures
Try never lookin in my mind
Only lackin the features
I never
Hold back
Don’t be callin it an act
If you never seen it before
Don’t try to be the one to score

[HOOK: VAGUE]

I never thought I’d be the person that I ought a be
Nothin gonna fucken change
Just don’t bother me
Crawling up from inside and I’m all alone
My bodies here but my minds in a different zone
I never thought I’d be the person that I ought a be
Nothin gonna fucken change
Just don’t bother me
Crawling up from inside and I’m all alone
My bodies here but my minds in a different zone

MISTAKES

MISTAKES [Prod. R3DQX]

PHOTOSYNTHESIS (PROD. LONEWITCH)

Attitude (prod. Akvri & SkinnyDrag)

DROP DEAD

Track 4 on HELL ON EARTH
-------------------------------
Produced by @vanlawson
Mixed & Mastered by Deevt

Produced by @vanlawson
Cover Art by: @budfella

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(This is Hell On Earth)

[Chorus: Deevt]
(This is hell on earth)
Bitch i'm pissed off in the morning
I could murder, murder, murder
Imma see ya'll in a second
I could murder, murder, murder
I can't fuck with you (Yeah), I don't fuck with niggas I ain't heard of
Boy what's up with you (Yeah), You ain't on my level, bitch I'm further
Murder (Murder), Murder (Murder)
Bitch I'm pissed off in the morning, I could murder
Murder (Murder), Murder (Murder)
Bitch I'm pissed off in the morning, I could murder

[Verse: Deevt]
I done redesigned your face so doc can't fix that (He can't fix that)
If shit get sticky, got the gang to come and flip that (Uh)
We got them sticks to do the talking, get your shit splat
Feel like a Jedi with these lasers, push ya shit back
It's 25 and yet that boy ain't stood on business yet
He want the smoke but where that fire cause he ain't lit it yet
I feel like John Wick with these weapons, yeah I been a threat
Drop a 223 he falling, now he's silhouette
(Pow), ha, ha, what, ha, what, ha, what?
Bitch I'm hot and mad as fuck, I need some ice so I could cool down
Shawty bad as fuck, I told that bitch to keep her head down
He tried to ride the wave but it ain't working, now he gon' drown

[Bridge: Deevt]
Murder, Murder
Moving through your city, tinted whip, I keep 100 rounds

[Chorus: Deevt]
Bitch i'm pissed off in the morning
I could murder, murder, murder
Imma see ya'll in a second
I could murder, murder, murder
I can't fuck with you (Yeah), I don't fuck with niggas I ain't heard of
Boy what's up with you (Yeah), You ain't on my level, bitch I'm further
Murder (Murder), Murder (Murder)
Bitch I'm pissed off in the morning, I could murder
Murder (Murder), Murder (Murder)
Bitch I'm pissed off in the morning, I could murder