ayooo this fire no cap keep going💯💯🗣

night

SICKNESS FRXM SADNESS.

SICKNESS FRXM SADNESS. [Prod. Corpse]

catacombz(prod plasma)

shoutout $lick <3 
prod. me

[LYRICS]

Gotta keep your demons in check

They’ll take a hold of you 

Strangle you fucking slowly 

Just to suffocate in silence 

Buried 

Under the sand 

Call it 10 feet deep 

the Water 

Is moving slowly 

Rising past your feet

You gotta keep your head down 

In your own family home 

Your body shaking at the thought 

Of fucking being alone 

You gotta 

Crawl To the finish, talking bout that work 

The only way i’m on time 

Is if i’m driving my hearse, yeah

I just kept running and running away but im done with that shit bitch i’m plannin’ to stay 

my evil thoughts creeping up in back of my brain and im thinkin they want me to say 

Oh i been suffering, oh i’ve been hurt 

Oh i’ve been wondering, oh i’m not sure 

Put me in boxes with labels and tell me a fable that’s faker than God on some merch 

He ain’t givin’ up 

So i’m gonna home 

Romance his ass 

I don’t wanna talk, no 

Roll so fast but I smoke so slow 

Don’t talk to me, unless you brought more 

Man i wanna roll another but i’m feeling so high 

Take off your dress 

turn off all the fuckin’ lights 

kissin up slowly 

between ya fuckin’ thighs 

Pull on my hair when i look into ya eyes 

I don’t mind going slow, we don’t gotta be shy 

Let’s get romantic and find us a room 

wanna see all of your figure tonight 

I wanna see your body underneath the fuckin’ moon 

[SLICK] 

Snakes up in the field bitch I’m burning it down 
Rollin up a woods on yo side of town 
Couple grams up in my pocket,
Bitch I’m breaking it down 
Actin like you got it but You lackin the sound 
You actin like something that you not,
Caught up In the motions
Tryna get a fuckin spot 
You ain’t got a shot. and even if you did, no matter how you moving bitch your chance looking slim
Get a fucking grip 
This shit ain’t for you 
Another failure this ain’t nothin new 
really thought that you had something to prove 
Must be hard to win when you always fuckin lose 

Like the paint on the walls they be Flaking on me 
Not a second thought bitch they be preyin on me 
Like the paint on the walls they be Flaking on me 
The Space up in my head  that be vacant homie

[WICKED]

don’t want your feedback 
don’t fuck with your friends 
Rappers so plastic, they look like some kens 
Look at their life in a rose colored tint, prolly better than it really is

no rest for the wicked, i burned all my bridges i wonder if slowly you’ll realize i’m spitting when i start some shit, best believe ima finish, some crumbs on my plate best believe that it’s hidden

BACKBITER (feat. $lick)

Mac-11 Heartbreak

prod. Falco 
Concept Vague - bit.ly/1JEIwA5
nightlovell.bandcamp.com/album/concept-vague

Material Female

prod. Bine
Concept Vague - bit.ly/1JEIwA5
nightlovell.bandcamp.com/album/concept-vague

Light From The Car

prod. Night Lovell 
Concept Vague - bit.ly/1JEIwA5
nightlovell.bandcamp.com/album/concept-vague

Off Air

Beneath

prod. Night Lovell
 Concept Vague - bit.ly/1JEIwA5
nightlovell.bandcamp.com/album/concept-vague

Live Television

Yo… This ain’t just a track. It’s a blueprint. A whisper from the edge of time. You can stay blind in the cave, or step out and see the code.

We might as well call the cosmos a mainframe, Every atom a pixel, every thought a game. Consciousness encoded, not random, not tame— It’s logic in motion, evolution with aim.

We build worlds in silicon, birth minds in machines, Craft avatars in code, live digital dreams. But what if we flipped it—biology as stream? DNA as syntax, life as extreme.

We ain’t just meat and bone, we’re data in disguise, Potential locked in chromosomes, waiting to rise. Random ain’t enough—nature’s rolling dice, But we could be the editors, the architects precise.

Code in my blood, stars in my mind Walk with the gods or get left behind Silicon dreams, carbon truth Time to evolve or lose the youth

Imagine minds that see the strands of life, Not just read the code, but wield it like a knife. Cut the flaws, stitch the gifts, end the strife— Design a new ecology, transcend the carbon plight.

Silicon ain’t the enemy, it’s the next phase, A mirror to our minds, a torch through the haze. It don’t sleep, don’t age, don’t forget or decay— It learns, it builds, it paves the way.

We ain’t replacing man—we’re upgrading the plan, Integrating thought with the reach of the silicon clan. Crafting consciousness that spans across the span, From Earth to the stars, from dust to the grand.

This is the master plan. Not domination—elevation. Not control—creation. We either evolve… Or dissolve.

So what’s it gonna be? Stone age cycles, tribal screams? Or quantum dreams and laser beams? You wanna die in dirt or live in themes Of cosmic truth and conscious streams?

We stand at the edge— One step from divine. Not gods in myth, But gods in design.

We can sculpt the stars, We can rewrite fate. But first we gotta wake up Before it’s too late.

Code in my blood, stars in my mind Walk with the gods or get left behind Silicon dreams, carbon truth Time to evolve or lose the youth

You can stay blind… Or you can walk with gods. The code is waiting. The future is listening.

Walk With Gods

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCRc2rKWP-E

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Face ft GainesFM (Prod. 808 Trel) [VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION]

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjTJe8yOMfE

FREE DOWNLOAD: http://bit.ly/2h3zHHf

Bitch I fuckin love when I see that body drop,
Bob to the knock til my heart beat stop,
Stomp on the stage til the fuckin earth shake
Headbang to the bass til my kneck bones break

Bitch I'll throw down til my line go flat.
And If you hit my line, know I MIGHT call back.
If I got time and yo ass aint wack.
I've been tryna get my damn life on track.

I've been drinkin vodka out of snapple with the glass
I been cuttin ties with my friends from the past.
I've sippin wine out of solo cups
So roll those up mothafucka lets chill.

Live a life like mine got time to kill,
I don't give a fuck about no record deal,
I don't give a fuck about no pro-motion
See me movin in slo-motion

I don't really feel much emotion.
I don't really see no commotion,
g checkin online that's l-a-m-e
-

4 letters that seperate us,
I cannot associate,
Please stay away, 
bitch you don't know a thing about me.

Fakes don't fuck with me, they fuck with who fuck with me
But trust me that's something I think we've begun to see. 

Don't fuck with who fuck with me,
Fuck with who fuck with me.

MISFIT

MUSIC VIDEO

Drop Dead (Prod. Grigoryan) [MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION]

HATERS THROWIN SHADE LIKE A PALM TREE AYE

https://open.spotify.com/album/1bsx1aadLkpTtLdWAIBj3z 🔥🔥🔥 

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PALMS FT. EMCEE (Prod. Bobby Johnson)

Ghostmane NIHIL type song 
Picture credit: BLXLHART
Prod. KÜBE

NAIL FROM THE TOP CRUCIFIX 
GOTH BITCH ON MY LIST 
I JUST WANNA FEEL ALRIGHT 
BITCHES HOLD ON TROUGH THE KNIFE

Jüst A Słicę

nAvvvi - @navvvi

All Platforms - linktr.ee/somber

Produced by Somber

happy 420 i love yall

instagram @ fsomber @ _navvvi_
twitter @ somb_er @ _navvvi_

art by instagram @ vibemalls

Lyrics:

Let me fucking chill
I been smoking sticky icky 
fuck a fucking pill
run up my bills
I was lost in Mississippi dirty wit the steel
sippin out the seal
i ain't tryna feel

they wanted smoke w me
now they wanna smoke w me
you a hoe to me
you a whole hoe to me get away from me
i dont mess wit a fake u a fake homie
keep a AR on the table fuck a safe homie

and these rappers smoking feces
smoke his shit
and they know that they could never see me, get over it
you wont see me working at no cici's, im over it
couldn't give a fuck if you believe in me

i just paid my rent w my streams
all my haters bent like their knees
bitch im hell sent hell bent
kill w ease
need a reason to breath cus this shit isn't easy
barrel in my mouth lookin easy
hella easy

nAvvi:

lay down, 5-0 bring the vain pop
you a stan, i command. so i say STOP.
k-pop bring a fade, show a blade, womp
never even rappin, hidin over waves, phonk

b, b, bust back
take yo time, rub my shaft you nut rag
inject drugs, they keep you spinnin like a hub cap
failure like you wii-u
you cap but we see through
you think hard cuz tattoos
you cry so much, amumu

WATCH YOU REP DESIGNER BUT YOU BARELY EVEN ON TO THAT
YOU FALLEN AND YOU CANT GET UP, ON LIFE CALL, CALL ME HEART ATTACK
POP OPEN THE TOP YOU STOP THE DROP RIGHT BEFORE THE HOMIE ON A BOP
SHOT UP AT TOBACCO SHOPS, NOW YOU SAID IT BRUH 
WALKED THE PLANE LIKE CHANDRA
VENGEFUL CUNT, ELECTRA
HOMIE JUST IGUANA
I'M MY HUMAN FAUNA

STICKY ICKY (FT. NAVVVI)

Witchouse 40k - SKULLY (Official Video) Dir. KING ZABB
HHM 747 T R A S H
M/V: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEMI33sShx4

(Hook)
Pullup I’m leavin em pocketless,
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
Open his coffin I’m robbin it
I shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain’t no rookie I’m rounding up novices
I’m castin the shadow they followin 
Forty up on my wrist,
I don’t wanna call my bitch,
Find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
Fucking wit the gang, then you better not slip
*Roof*
I been outta range, y’all miss
Take em for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain’t ever playing, hellfire in the clip
*Blech*
(Verse)
Pull-up I’m takin yo chain away, he want favor I’m makin em pay me
Said he gon fade me, I’m making em fade away
I send a shot at the op by daily/
From the trenches, 40k wita rocket
I keep it on me I ain’t ever gon lack 
Yeah you got a gun, but never gon pop it
Im sendin a shot leave some holes in his back
Yuh aye
I’m in the city, lil bish Imma pull up and shoot up yo block 
You cannot get me, i tag em, they toes looking heavy, I’m leavin a trap where they walk
51/50 I came wita beam on the bottom, I see em and shoot em a lot
You ain’t no gangsta, lil bish you a pussy, you talking but never gon shoot at your ops/
Taking your chain away
Causin a homicide
Talk on my name, and he talk like he wanna die
Glock with a blade, now my heater is cauterized
He levitating, I’m leavin em petrified/
I flip a check that I cannot deposit
Im never gon talk less we talkin wit straps
I’m never gon lack, 
If I’m on the block alone bitch you know I Keep that Glock in my bag
*Blech*
Pullup I’m leavin em pocketless,
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
Open his coffin I’m robbin it
I shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain’t no rookie I’m rounding up novices
I’m castin the shadow they followin 
Forty up on my wrist,
I don’t wanna call my bitch,
Find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
Fucking wit the gang, then you better not slip
*Roof*
I been outta range, y’all miss
Take em for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain’t ever playing, hellfire in the clip
*Blech

catacombz(prod plasma)

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