Bro why do i have to stumble on songs like these. This should be a google result if i search “best rap samples ever”

yo bro someone make a lackadaisy edit with this 🔥🔥🔥

lyrics: 
swimmin through the red give me visions 
i’m a lone star 
go hard 
hit em with the BLAP!
he a blowhard
creepin through the night 
i’m on fire when the pole spark 
grippin it got me on go 
i got her soul 
she got my chrome heart 
shit be so dramatic 
this planet ain’t what it seem
hit him with the RATATATATATAT!
make him lean 
got the green lookin good 
and a puppet lookin stupid 
go head 
come and rush me, motherfucker 
get to oozin 

i’m a dumb motherfucker with the muzzle 
come and prove it 
hunnid sucker motherfuckers 
get to jumpin when i’m shootin 
long hair, don’t care 
like a model when i’m movin 
aw man, god damn 
got a product? i’ll improve it 
got a bomb 
and ima set it off 
and ima run from feds until my wrists is raw
am i an artitst? yes
i got the pistol drawn 
i’m screamin fuck the world 
until i piss it off 
i’m like wooo
ain’t nobody saucing like lil rezzy 
name a nigga sayin he doin it
can’t do it 
ain’t nobody rockin like the legend
say they down for armageddon
come to find out they been lyin
day is ruined 
i ain’t really flossin i’m just sayin 
niggas better get to prayin 
when i fuck around and walk into the room 
cuz if a nigga really want it, he can get it
levitate a damn Beretta 
get it bussin 
ima dump until he droolin 

ain’t nobody saucing like lil rezzy 
name a nigga sayin he doin it
can’t do it 
ain’t nobody rockin like the legend
say they down for armageddon
come to find out they been lyin
day is ruined 
i ain’t really flossin i’m just sayin 
niggas better get to prayin 
when i fuck around and walk into the room 
cuz if a nigga really want it, he can get it
levitate a damn Beretta 
get it bussin 
ima dump until he droolin 

swimmin through the red give me visions 
i’m a lone star 
go hard 
hit em with the BLAP!
he a blowhard
creepin through the night 
i’m on fire when the pole spark 
grippin it got me on go 
i got her soul 
she got my chrome heart 
shit be so dramatic this planet ain’t what it seem
hit him with the RATATATATATA!
make him lean 
got the green lookin good 
and a puppet lookin stupid 
go head 
come and rush me, motherfucker 
get to oozin 

i’m a dumb motherfucker with the muzzle 
come and prove it 
hunnid sucker motherfuckers 
get to jumpin when i’m shootin 
long hair, don’t care 
like a model when i’m movin 
aw man, god damn 
got a product? i’ll improve it 
got a bomb 
and ima set it off 
and ima run from feds until my wrists is raw
am i an artitst? yes
i got the pistol drawn 
i’m screamin fuck the world 
until i piss it off 
i’m like wooo

halted oblivion (prod. rose)

lyrics:
power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums 
drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 

my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur
i pull the blade and carve a path 
for all the spirits walking earth 
look at me and see a god 
who never got what i deserve 
my superstitions cracking portals 
far below is where i lurk 
i don’t try, that shit behind me 
double homis on the verse 
uh 
ay
i get the cake and i move on 
she get it shaking i’m too gone 
but i know she be shaking to whose songs? 
(resurrect)
brought the straps in the back of the u-haul
acrobatic, my tools strong 
it don’t matter, i damage then cool off 
you get bruised, dawg

power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums, drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 
my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur

terminal velocity (prod. rose)

prod. by butterwrld
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics 

I don’t wanna talk about it 
I just wanna be about 
Then we could all see about it 
I don’t feel the need to count on 
Any motherfucker 
Looking petty motherfucker 
I’ve already suffered 
Severing syllables
Till I’m fucked up (Fuck)


Still pressed
cause of the fact everyone’s stuck up
Feel depressed
so I have to hit up enough plugs 
To drum up the probability 
There’s enough drugs
To numb my fucking brain 
And maintain I stay drugged up
Delicate, so I generate hellish ways 
To accelerate just to help my pain 
Celebrate, psychedelic developments
That envelop my zealous 
Compelling nature to rebel
against you fellas 
irrelevant and so fucking jealous 


I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely (stress)
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me (dead) 
Work a lot 
I stir the pot 
Cause bitch, I got some recipes (chef)
The nerve you got 
Is sure to pop my vein 
Need more than therapy (yeah)

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely (dread)
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me (dead)
Every day and every night 
My feelings bright as ecstasy (ex)
Eventually I’m lead to see 
My destiny (yeah)


Pardon, I’m stuck in between 
Fantasies you contaminated 
Starting to feel
Like the fucks that I give
have been amputated (fuck)
Tough to live 
But, it’s harder to forgive 
I don’t plan on caving  (no)
My hearts a canvas  
Cut myself
To use my blood to paint this 
Touch of incision 
enough given to brush my pain with 
Another figment of infatuation 
To escape with 
Face it, it’s basic 
I’m basically desperate 
Enough to self destruct 
Just to have someone to lay with 
Because I crave it (I crave it)

Killing, I’ve been feeling like I’ve fallen 
In the middle of a battle with my shadow 
Shield the fact that I’ve been living 
Like an asshole when I grapple 
With these graphic thoughts
My spirit fucking rattles off these lyrics  
That attack on my appearance 
Back with my fears 
I make these habits be my nearest 
Form of happiness
I steer it till I’m manic 
And a tragic fate 
Adheres to my enchanted state 
Reality, I animate with pills 
Till I contaminate the mirror 

Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Burn all of my fucking flaws 
Into urns and let me fall 
With these words 
Until I crawl to observe
the base of my frustrations 
From the start 
All I could recall
is that you broke my fucking heart 

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely 
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me
Work a lot 
I stir the pot 
Cause bitch, I got some recipes 
The nerve you got 
Is sure to pop my vein 
Need more than therapy 

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely 
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me
Every day and every night 
My feelings bright as ecstasy 
Eventually I’m lead to see 
My destiny 
Let it be

LIVE LAUGH LOBOTOMY

[HOOK]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

[NIKKO]
Why everybody pussy?
I staple their eyelids to they head so they can't overlook me
Bitch I feel like god
Now everybody else a rookie
I'm strapped with these bombs to my chest
Nobody fuckin push me

[MVRTYTR]
I dont need no perc
i dont need a xan 
i dont need a lick 
i dont need a plan 
bitch i lift off
i dont need a gram
bitch im geeked up 
yeah i'm off a band 
yeah 
yeah 
what the fuck 
like what the fuck
black out 
like my fit i let em 
uh
yeah 
uh 
ice
uh
bitch im cooling wit the shit 
i dont give a fuck about your clique a little (bit)

[NIKKO]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

[DAEGHO]
All you motherfuckers sound the same
Like copy and paste
Nobody got any range
Do anything for the fame, yeah
All of you wannabe rappers could be actor
The way you love to fake
The lyrics you spitting don’t hold any weight
That’s why nobody relate  
Nah fuck this, it’s about time that I set the tone
2024 
If you ain’t OCB
You’re in the reticle
And I could really give a fuck about anyone’s respect 
If there’s a bounty on the head of the game just know we came to collect


[AMAC]
Deny our existence
Your persistence gets you killed 
Not out of malice, we just do it for the thrill 
A bunch of evil motherfuckers 
When we come we bring the ruckus 
Rid the world of false profits 
And we leave them lying still 
Cause we Outcast 
Blow like Belfast if you step on my block 
Feel the fire from foul bastards 
Nikko put down the glock 
We’ll leave em cold kill ‘em slow like molasses 
We outcasted, y’all just in a casket


[NIKKO]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST (ft. NIKKO, MVRTYR, DAEGHO, AMAC)

ALUCARD! W/ XELISHURT (PROD. LIL $WEDDEN)

prod. mercykill
mix & mastered: rose

[http://li.sten.to/walkingdoom]
official music video: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTd3s18A_RM]

lyrics:
put some paper in my pocket 
stack it up, I need a check 
i’m finna flip it, fuck it up 
i wanna hit sumn with a Tec
i wanna rip it, run amok 
them double digits turn to stacks 
i’m screamin “Kill em, hush em up!”
i need some crystals on my neck 

you wanna do it?
put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card, it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain 
choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
i’m comin through with the new tool 
and i’m too smooth 
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
got a loose screw 
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
with that deuce deuce 
put hole in him like a Froot Loop

why you lame? 
what you gain? 
why you hate a nigga?
my doggy maim 
gold fangs 
how he ate a nigga 
we droppin brains 
ya whole gang gon evade a nigga 
Peter Piper picked a pack of pistols to erase a nigga 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
(put some paper in my pocket)
i’m comin through with the new tool 
(stack it up, i need a check)
and i’m too smooth 
(i’m finna flip it, fuck it up)
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
(i wanna hit somethin with a Tec)
got a loose screw 
(i wanna rip it, run amok)
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
(them double digits turn to stacks)
with that deuce deuce 
(i’m screamin “kill em, hush em up!”)
put hole in him like a Froot Loop
(i need some crystals on my neck)

put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

put a body in the air with my fist like 
i’m in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
swear to god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight

official music video

Walking Doom

Lyrics: 
Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really don't give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I don't really think yall fucking with the kid
Not a lot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

I pray to god I dont know if he there
But I need better days (be)fore my dad in the air
And im still blowing dope, cant you smell in my hair?
I stop sniffin’ that blow
I stop eating them pills
Hate being sober and hate how I feel
Every day wanna end this pain cause the money wont end this ache
Fuck fame I don't want it bitch I like my shade, go away

Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really dont give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I dont really think yall fucking with the kid
Not alot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

Used to rock a burn hole hoodie sippin’ wockhardt
Used to gettin high, ride and whippin’ stolen golf carts
Said I wouldn’t be shit way before I dropped out
Now they yellin’ mk! Only cause I drop now

Used to go to hotel hoppin’, window shoppin’ just a youngboy with no option
Pistol poppin’, pocket robin’, slick black, takin all the money & the jewels yelling !Get back!
Never gave a fuck bout the rules they aint get that
Tell me what to do ima drool when I lean back, chillin
That lazy boy villian
Im on my shit up a blick, go missin

Official Video

The way I feel now (prod. mercykill)

prod. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

MANIC MAN

WishyWashy w/ NIKKO & XELISHURT 🫧 Prod. Y$57 🫧

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

prod. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

Cosmic Humility Interlude

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