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Error v2

AbyssalSounds playlist: September 2020

[PROD. ZYROM]

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[Verse: AVE]
A.V.E. was always an odd kid and not a shakespeare
Voices in my head telling dumb shit and disappear
Doesn't bother me at all since i can share them y'all
And turnin' these dumb words into bars to hear
Damn, that boy is spittin' the straight facts doe
Flowing my lyrics like i'm having a stroke
Lemme make my brain clean with a bar of soap
There's more randomness than it was supposed

[Hook: ELE & AVE]
Bitch, we don't need that
We are some random crackheads, bitch, we feeling undead
Get the fuck back or we starting a bloodbath
Get the fuck back or we starting a bloodbath
Bitch, we don't need that
We are some random crackheads
Bitch, we feeling undead
Get the fuck back or we starting a bloodbath

[Verse: ELE]
77 feels like the real shit, bitch i don't talk shit
I was here before i even wrote rap's
Bitch, i spitting straight facts
I don't want to listen to your fucking tracks, your beats are trash
I spit in your grandpa's ash
I got that gun, point on forehead
I'm a warhead, drop dead
I'm a psychopath, I'm a psychopath

[Hook: ELE]
Bitch we don't need that
We are some random crackheads
Bitch we feeling undead
Get the fuck back or we starting a bloodbath
Get the fuck back or we starting a bloodbath
Get the fuck back or we starting a bloodbath
Get the fuck back or we starting a bloodbath

[Outro: AVE]
Bitch, we don't need that
We are some random crackheads
Bitch, we feeling undead
Get the fuck back or we starting a bloodbath

GetTheFuckBack (ft.Ave)

Waiting rooms (D&V Ptsd)

music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTM_nrwUi_k

lyrics: https://genius.com/Softheart-as-i-am-lyrics

As I Am (music video in desc)

Production, mix and master by me

Lyrics:
Ok that shit no comrade 
So I cut that  off no contact
It’s like a stop in the main plan
Just a stain no Shots in the combat
kay I just hit contact
Link restored I’m forced to comeback uh 
Pretending I’m pinned like a thumbtack 
Ghost and swap my face it’s gone now 

Stay down 
Draw Erase my ranks, replaced out 
Been marked by crosses face blank  
Primitive issues are go!
You ramble the premise to promise imminent wishes 
Then Watch it go and I’m Watching it tank 
Watch heads spinning backwards, no stop 
Ideas in a vacuum, compact 
Repressed in a fabric, still have it, proudest imaginable 

Highest of the crits
Applied it on your wrist
I put that hype in the abyss 
With that face, need a lift 
Still making advances on my ship 
Kraken got his grip 
Pretend to not be losing all that shit when they Control the mission 

Feeling tempur pedic
Youre eating the seed and leaving even
All this indigestion You swallow it like a semen demon
Drown inside your ego Let Comfort in front of care 
You’ve been around the center soleaving just seems inept 

Kay
Acting like a bitch 
I see you 
Get it like a dog tag 
A cadette just get in the front end up meat 
No pincers in ability to pick you at the 
Autopsy
All in the back catch you when you walk up 
Enter you edge like the anthrax 
Counting your text like the mantras 
Chain mail effect like a transplant 
Thinking you're not going to catch up 
Let me the fuck off I can’t stop

THE SLEEPER ORDERED MUTINY, SO MUTINY IT IS

Production, mix and master by me
Feature from @mugetsu117
Lyrics:
[Istasha]
I discard a rat, get em fucking back 
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that.

[Mugxtsu]
Strait in the face of the fucker.
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry.
Strait in the face of the fucker.
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry.

[Istasha]
Cover my credit with broken bills I wish you pay me off 
Complain the remaining, I maim the savings under coveralls 
My legs in the back of the vault 
Runnin on mills they’re treading bricks over buildings hoping they fall out

[Mugxtsu]
Send me back, get me out. Ask the fuck about.
Motherfucking listen to me when I tell you to be there.
Hey stop, hands up, drop you fucking hand gun.
I don't wanna be the one who get the fucking head shot.

[Istasha]
Move out the back of my channel, I route it til the drywall is dry as a dialed plug that supplied it with no fucks 
Serviced as I tap into firewalls, end up pleasing the customers. 
Interactions still fake, scroll files for em

[Mugxtsu]
Send me out, I will go to own reality.

THE TRAIL RUNS COLD (with MUGXTSU)

MVKO

Bust shots,
Grippin on 2 gold glocks,
Casin out your fuckin crib bitch I kept a close watch,
Try to Run up on me Got a blade in both socks,
Got you tied up santos waiting at the boat docks,

Hostile shit,
One shot from the pump will make your body flip,
I'm smashin on your girls box I'm feelin like I'm Roddy rich,
One hit from the blunt it gon hit you like karate kicks,
Bitch dont run your mouth one punch will leave your body fuckin stiff,


SANTOS SANTANA

oh my
point the tec 9 to yo face bitch
usually im moving low but not today bitch

coke lines
take a step back bitch 
better watch yo words 
ima pull up with ma gang bitch

cocaine
real dope fiend
bless the ak
bullets coming for yo brain

go spray
creepin with mane
killa dna
runnin through my veins

Gold Glocks feat. Santos Santana (Prod. tuMaggz)

DON’T STOP
UNTIL YOU GET ENOUGH
PUSSY NIGGAS THEY BE STOPPING IT
DROPPING IT
GOING ROUGH
IT NEVER STOP

SO FIGHT IF YOU GOTTA

I BE AT THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE THROWING UP

CUZ THAT’S THE MOTTO
LIL NIGGA NEVER STOP

MIGHT STOMP OUT A NIGGA
IF HE TALK THAT SHIT

LIKE I’M BOUT THAT POSITIVITY
BUT BLOOD MIGHT DRIP
OUT YO LIP
IF YOU TALKING BOUT MY FAMILY
NIGGAS WANNA TANNER ME
NIGGAS WANNA DARKER ME
NIGGAS WANNA BARK AT ME
I BE AT THE PARK YOU SEE?
CHILLING
I AM NOT A HERO BUT CERTAINLY NOT A VILLAIN
SINCE THE BEGINNING ALL MY NIGGAS WANNA DO IS MAKE A KILLING
YEAH I’M CHILLING
YEAH I’M CALM AS A BITCH
YEAH I DON’T WANNA WORK WIT YOU
KARMA’S A BITCH
YEAH YOU FUCKED UP
LEAVING COMMENTS AND SHIT
GOT THE SWEAT ON MY DICK
GET WET FROM THE STICK
LET IT GO!

I KNOW BETTER NOW
I KNOW BETTER THAN TO TRUST YOU NIGGAS
OBSESSED WITH YA NUMBERS WHY YOU MUST DO BIGGER?
I WANNA KNOW! WHAT COMPLAINING WHAT THE FUSS DO NIGGA
WHEN YOU TWEAK, ALL IT DO IS MAKE YOU WEAK

YEAH I SMOKED SO MANY BACKWOODS THAT THEY SWISHERS TO ME
SHE IMAGINING A SHOWER WHEN SHE PICTURE MY PEE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME 
I GOT PROBLEMS I GOT ISSUES, AIN’T NO TISSUES FOR FREE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME REALLY?
YEAH YOU SEE ME ON THE INTERNET 
YOU THINK THAT MEAN YOU FEEL ME?
YOU DON’T KNOW
YOU DON’T KNOW IF THIS A BB GUN
OR IF I GOT A REAL ONE UNDERNEATH MY FUCKING TV

HEY 12?

SUCK MY DICK
THROW 13 SHOTS NIGGA DUCK MY CLIP
GOT 14 COPS WANNA SEARCH MY CRIB
I AIN’T WANNA SHOOT THAT NIGGA
BUT HE HURT MY KID

BE A GOOD DAD
NIGGA IMMA BE A GOOD DAD
YEAH MY SON GON HAVE THEM PENCILS AND PAPERS UP IN HIS BOOK BAG
I WON’T TELL MY DAUGHTER WHAT SHE SHOULD ASK
YEAH WE GOT DEPRESSION TELL MY CHILDREN GOTTA PUSH PAST

I GRIN KNOWING WE WILL ALL BE FORGOTTEN
I GRIN KNOWING THAT I SCREAM THIS FOR NOTHING
I GRIN KNOWING THAT THE TIME ISN’T STOPPING
I SMILE AS THE FRUIT BECOME ROTTEN

My stove electric
I pulled up to the show and I ain’t even had a set list
I guess I’ll have to cook it up I’m whipping hoe let’s get this
I dropped em on the block 
For talking reckless like Tetris 
Eating I got lettuce

Bread
Bagel like your head 
Using maple for the spread
I’ll be naked til I’m dead
Baking baking lots of bread 
Bacon bacon raw and red
You running out of food 
Whatchu do
Getchu fed

Stove top
Coke rock
Whipping in the kitchen
Til I’m rich and got a bitch 
That season chicken right 
Don’t pick a fight
Let it choose you or your screws loose
I don’t know if niggas really thinking Mike?

Licking mics
(Licking sound)
Hop up on my dick until it thicken
I get bricks and make em pebbles 
Put the petal to the medal
Time is ticking
Burn a pedal
Make it quicken

If my stove was human definitely stick my dick in

(CHORUS)
(X2)

STOP (PROD. SOLSA)

THEY ARE STANDING AT THE DOOR 
WITH THE BLOWER IN THEY HAND 
READY TO PUT YOU ON THE FLOOR

FUCK THEM NIGGAS
FUCK THEM NIGGAS
FUCK THEM NIGGAS

WHATCHU KNOW
GOT A STOGGIE IN MY HAND
HE THREW LIL HOMIE TO THE FLOOR

FUCK THEM CIGGAS
FUCK THEM CIGGAS
FUCK THEM 

CIGGARETTES
YOU AINT MET MY NIGGAS YET
ASKING ME FOR SHIT YOU MUST THINK
THIS AINT SOMETHING BIGGER YET
HOW YOU FIGURE THAT?
WAY HE DO IT LIKE HE WANT IT
YOU UNWANTED
UNICONIC

GO MAKE TRILLERS
GO BREAK CEILINGS
GO HURT FEELINGS
GO MAKE MILLIONS

YOU’LL MAKE MILLIONS OF IT 
THE MORE THE PROFIT
THE BETTER
ON THE NEWS WITH NEW CHET UBETCHA
AND WE CHATTING BOUT GETTING CHEDDAR

BLUNT ASH ON MY SWEATER
DRAW MYSELF, THAT’S GETTING META
THINK YOU BRAVE GRIPPING THE METAL
LA BROAD DAY SUNNY WEATHER

I’M JUST TRYNA SMOKE ON MY PETAL 

FUCK YOU NIGGAS IN THE ASS
I’M ACCOMPLISHING A TASK
LOVING PEOPLE IN A MASS AMOUNT
DROPPING OUT 
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS CLASS ABOIUT

TEACH ME BUSINESS 
TEACH ME TAXES
FIX OUR MASSES 

niggas think I’m black
nigga i’m indian
get off of my back
all races are synonyms

for any stupid human sack
that can walk the block and talk
that got a pussy or a cock
that grip a dick a stick or rock

FUCK DO YOU MEAN
I DONT POP BEANS UNLESS IT WIT RICE

I DO NOT DRIVE I PEDAL THESE BIKES
I SMOKE A BLUNT THE PEDAL BE NICE

I SMOKE A JOINT IT LOOK LIKE A ELBOW
BELIEVE IN GOD AINT GOING TO HELL THO
HELL NO

I KEEP STICK LIKE THE CROSS
I SHOOT THAT LOVE AT WHO I COME ACROSS
I’M NOT TOO WORRIED HOW I COME ACROSS

I KNOW WHO I AM
I’M THE MAN

MICHAEL HE LIVE IN A VAN
MIGHT GO TO VENICE EAT MOLÉ AND JAM

I’M MAKING RACKS I GOTTA DO TAXES
YOU IS SO BROKE THAT WE IN DIFFERENT BRACKETS

I FILE QUARTERLY
MAKE SURE THEY ORDERLY
YOU WONDER WHERE COULD THAT QUARTER BE

IF YOU A RICH NIGGA DO A BACKFLIP
I DON’T CARE BOUT THIS RAP SHIT
I JUST WAN MAKE MY MUSIC TAKE A NAP BITCH

I’M THAT NIGGA LIKE ALL OF THE TIME
YOU A WINNER WHEN YOU EATING DINNER
STRAIGHTEN YOUR SPINE

CHET (PROD. SOLSA)

OI CUNT
WHAT’S DOIN 

I’M AN AUSSIE
DRINKING PISSING OUT BACK
BROUGHT STRAIGHT FROM BRITANNIA 
DRY LIKE IRAQ
NOW YOU DONE IT
YOU DONE MADE ME UPSET 

OI
WHAT’S THE JOHN DORY 
WITH YOUR COUNTRY I BET
YOU’RE A SAVAGE
EATING PUPPIES AND CATS
THAT’S UCKED 
MOTHER FUCKER
RANK BOGAN
I SLAP

CUNT 
MY CENNELINK AINT CAME THRU
SHE’LL BE RIGHT BY TOMORROW
IM BASHING THIS ROO

GOONSACK
CHUGGING AT THE DOOF AND THAT’S TRUTH

SAT ON THE DUNNY MAKING RUBBISH
THAT’S POO

DEAD SET
COULD I BUM A DART MATE

OUT OF DOSH 
I GOT VEGEMITE SAT ON MY PLATE

MONDAY TO FRIDAY
USED TO BE THE BUSH BUT NOW THERE’S A HIGHWAY

OI

STAUNCHED UP
WHY YOU LOOK AT ME SIDEWAYS

OI THERE GANGA
IMMA TAKE YOU BACK TO MY PLACE

THE BOTTLE’O’S CLOSED I’M SPEWING 

SPILLED A SCHOONER ON MY TRACKIES
NOW THEY ALL RUINED

DUMB BLOKE
BUT I STAY UP IN THE SUN HOE
FUCK OATH
GOT MY SNAG STUCK UP IN HER GUT THOUGH

BOOF HEAD
YOU COMPLAINING WHEN THE TRUTH SAID
EVERYTHING YOU REPRESENT, PUTRID

PUNCHING BILLIES PULLING CONES
SMOKE INSIDE MY DOME
SIGNAL SHIT FROM MY VODAFONE

(SOLSA MONOLOGUE)

AUSSIE (PROD. SOLSA)

I stick with my niggas
Im stuck with my brothers
Don’t fuck with no others
You talk and you stutter
I’m moving like butter
I’m smooth like a blunt
And I get what I want
Cuz I go and I get it
I know when I got it 
Cuz then I can hold it 
You folding before you can mold it
Ya future
I roll like a boulder
Move over i bootcha
Don’t drink no kombucha 
Cuz that shit is nasty
Smoking a lot so my vocals is raspy
I’m where the wraps be
You where the rats be
Hop in a taxi it look like a quaalude
100 a pill?
That’s a rack that I pay dude
Sour patch kid in my fridge
Dripped with the acid I’m tripping
Im rigid I’m flaccid 
I puff and don’t pass it 
Until I am satisfied 
Act like a hoe best believe I keep that in mind
Look at this tat of mine
Up on my forehead
I’m getting more bread than ever before and 
I’m happy I’m sad and I’m angry 
I’m all of dat
I love my baby she pretty I call her that
Care bout my woman and care bout my family
You on the floor and I’m up in the canopy
Eating bananas and roaches and centipedes
Harder to trust niggas 
wish there was ten of me
So many try to be friend of me
Few are befriending me
Can’t talk to no one on ketamine
Why you on addies that’s methamphetamine
Take a few shots roll a spliff and I let it be
No one ahead of me

i was gon punch in but then i’d be lazy
line of sight hazy
pulling out tulips you pushing on daisies

darkie you crazy!

it always amaze me
how many people inspired 
admire me
all i do spit animate smoking fire tree

nigga how high are we?

dont ask me
im asleep in this cryofreeze
chamber
ice
i always come with that danger
pipes
i will not smoke with no stranger
fights
sweet baby jesus yo manger
nice
wont do that verse til you payed your 
price

im going up wassup yeah i gotta lotta
problems up my butt i shit outta hotter
track i feel it fade, the thought outta bought a
vice

im in new heights

im in new territory 
and im very horny 
here to fuck it up until my nuts are busted
lust encrusted lots of custard 
don’t trust the mustard
ketchup better
wetcha bed you bet i get up
like 
ducking all you mcs
talking on me
shot of your screen on ya story
you aint even tag me, aint important
i aint even respond 
hope you respawn
your career
nigga disappear 
trigga gripping queer
is it worth the years?

i wanted nothing but happiness for you
aint posting bout you cuz you need the attention
a mention from me start a numbers ascension
get that on yo own 
we some men and we grown
i dont fuck with my phone
cuz you live in it nigga

SPIT (PROD. SOLSA)

hurry up to stop and just wait
waste my time the best way to make me 
angry hangry i haven’t ate
baby i just had a bit of a day

maybe i should go and switch up the pace 
mainly cuz I’m getting sick of the taste
of flaccid dick, and plastic, bad acid
slap that rapper back to jurassic

we best
we bound to die and that’s 
predestined
what about the little boy 
t-rex?
bet he wanna be next too
but the asteroid that crashes get to choose 

go faster boy you bastard better move 
so you can live your life for more than booze

LOSE OR WIN
it doesn’t really matter

who’s the KING?
you can tell by the castle

i can’t sit right 
i like my girl to fit tight too
i am wit my goons
i gotta take a shit by noon
I’m a big tycoon
flexing flexing
bit my food
impressing dressing
i knew     
you could cook it up right
act hollywood you be so uptight

im on the beach absorbing sunlight 
while you threaten to start a gunfight 
ouu
killing for the fun of it? UH
i spy with my eye, a son of bitch! UH
defy the height fly i wanna get very
high on life smoke a ton of it hairy
buy the hype cuz aint none of it scary
why the fright why a little bit wary?

what did i do?
NOTHING OH NOTHING DEAR
SEE A SLUT APPEAR 
WANT TO TOUCH HER REAR BUT I DONT
NOT A NIGGA FEMENINE TONE
HOW YOU BIGGER BUT YOU NOT GROWN
AT ALL I MIGHT THROW THE BALL
BREAK HIS BONES
TRYNA CATCH IT FORE I GET HOME, RUN

I’M THE MVP 
I LOVE MY SUPPORTERS CUZ THEY LET ME BE
HOP OUT OF MY VEHICLE 
THE SCENT BE PEE
I BE SMOKING MARIJUANA 
BLOWING THC

I’M SO RICH I USE CBD CREAM
SAVE MY CASH TIL IT REALLY 3D
BUSTING OUT THE SAFE
CUSSING OUT THE BUTLER
HUMPING ON MY WAIST
NUT SO GOOD I STUTTER
SOMETHING IN ME MAKE ME WANNA GIVE MY SON A BROTHER
MAYBE A SISTER 
THAT LADY A MISTER BUT I DO NOT MISS HER CUZ I NEVER KISSED HER

BECOME THE GREATEST AND SAY IT SO HEINOUS 
IM INSIDE HER ANUS 
DON’T NEED TO BE FAMOUS
DONT WANT NO ATTENTION IM SEEKING ASSENTION 
DONT MENTION MY NAME

SEND YOU TO DETENTION 
THE TEACHER IS SPEAKING NOW
IM ON SOME FUNGUS I THINK THAT I’M PEAKING NOW
SWEATING AND CRYING THIS WATER IS LEAKING OUT
IM MADE OF WATER THE CHILD OF HER DAUGHTER 
I CALLED HER MY GOD UNTIL I MET THE FATHER 

HIS KID MAS A MARTYR FOR ALL OF HUMANITY
MODERN PRIORITIES CLOUDING MY SANITY 
THEY WONT DEFEAT US, THE SHEPHERD WILL LEAD US

THIS SONG IS FOR GRAMPA
HOPE THAT HE SEES THIS
THIS IS FOR NOTHING 
NOTHING BUT TO PLEASE US
THIS IS FOR CHEESES ON TOP OF OUR PIZZAS
BRING BACK JESUS 
HE KNOW WHERE THE PEACE IS!

WHOOP (PROD. SOLSA)

[Verse 1: Misfit]
Cut the strings off a puppet and hold him up for all to see
Lets tell the fans what you started and make a peasant fall to knees
Honestly, you sound the same on every song, what happened G?
Go back to making beats or learn to sell a fuckin' lease
A center piece of the scene
You're fuckin' twenty so please
Get a job and drop the act and maybe snag a degree
Don't start a war that you can't finish
Talkin' big but you're so timid
So don't tell us to run up
If you cannot state an opinion
I put this shit in my skin
You took a shit on your friends
A wannabe since the beginning
your careers in the bin
Go back to suckin' dicks
and get your bitch out my DM's
I'm feeling sick of all this shit
I'll make a mother fucker cave in
Aye man how we do this without fake men?
Ever since you left, we been great man
Blade open your chest and let it cave in
Hold it on the fire then we burn the mark on satan

[Hook: Misfit]
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want

[Verse 2: blckbrd]
Fuck a five foot four 
Discount store Sonny Moore
Screaming bloody murder
These formers are tryna start a war
Shitty horror core
Too busy falling on your dirty sword
And flexing all your numbers
Like a comma's all your working for
You flex a shooter life, but you can't even shoot a video
Fucking with the brothers and a family you committed to
And I refuse to fill my clique with hypocrites
I'll rip into you bastards
It's a fact that you deserve a payment back for how you acted
You really wanted this didn't you
You took your time and you plotted this, didn't you
I'm here to straighten the story
And it's fucking funny that I was concerned with offending you
Feelings are miniscule
Baggy's are plentiful
I got a few in my back and it's dreadful
That people can call you a friend and be dead to you
Ten seconds after they acting political
Houston do we got a visual?
No
Black out the sky with the miserable smoke
You can't fit in with the murder of crows
Cause when I run up we run up as a whole
Only time you keep a pole is when you suck a dick
You're too busy with that for your dogs
I'm boutta kick in the door
Got my foot on your throat
See you at my headline show lil bitch

Pinocchio feat. blckbrd (Prod. by Rajaste)

@FUKKSAILOR:
www.instagram.com/fukksailor

mixing and mastering by: @fukksailor
produced by: @fukksailor + @zyrom

LYRICS: https://genius.com/Fukksailor-no-stress-lyrics

NO STRESS!

NO STRESS! PROD. FUKKSAILOR x ZYROM

Det hele Begynte med en flaske og no søllis 
No e eg vekke og sauser på no øllis
E på spritaren kan kalle meg alkis
Mann eg suller duppar av e på spantis
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Eg trenger mere trekk

Eg trenger luft mann eg trenger luft 
D Ikkje sunt mann ikkje sunt 

Eg har lattis bong 
Den har lattis form 
Tatt en tattis orm 
Eg har fattig bom 

E på brunaren 
Ikkje grønnaren 
Få fatt i gønnaren 
E du på skjønnaren? 

E du faen meg dum eller ka faen? 
Heller salt i såret e du maaan? 
Spiser drit hver dag e eg human?
E du narkis så kan alt gå an 

Sauser vekk hele livet flexer om igjen
Mann eg Flyter av sted på den bommaren 
Skjønner ingenting for eg på lokaren 
Eg har jæla lyst møte tjommien

Eg trenger luft mann eg trenger luft 
D Ikkje sunt mann ikkje sunt 

Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Eg trenger mere trekk
Suller vekk tiden og Pikken e for liten 
Tar turen ned syden 
Eg spiser siste biten 

E på litaren 
E på slitaren 
E på kisaren mens du e på syteren 

Mann eg sauser opp i taket det e tåkete 
Mann eg spliffer det opp eg lager make 
Mann eg mekker nokke saus oppå fatet 
D eneste lært d e å hate 

Eg e ikkje gate 
Men eg e kiiis
E på flaske bong 
Gi meg en fliiis
Hvis du ikkje vet det 
E det en piece 
Gidd ikkje lete 
For eg vet det

Det hele Begynte med en flaske og no søllis 
No e eg vekke og sauser på no øllis
E på spritaren kan kalle meg alkis
Mann eg suller duppar av e på spantis
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Mann eg sauser vekk 
Eg trenger mere trekk

Origin

I DONT PLAY LIKE THAT [PROD. KELLBENDER]

Features: https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida
https://soundcloud.com/lefthandluck

Prod: https://soundcloud.com/stvrfire

Cover: https://soundcloud.com/prxpvne

Run it back

Run It Back FT Depth Strida & Lefthandluck (Prod. Stvrfire)

Some sort of direction.

Production and art by the goat @wasbeatz

Lyrics:

Climb up quick to get crossed out the way 

You been hoping on dick like a moth to the flame 

getting to it quick but they got in the way 

Gonna Alter this perception we get caught in the paint


Blood stained sheets and blood stained walls

Bitch walking  out the forage hear the birds they call 

Waver in the neurons like its anybody's fault

In the soil he a pellet cant tell anyone at all 



Conditions of light 

Up at the top gonna slip into sight 

Gotta get a respite 

A lick and a bite 

Pull up on us 

He get hit wita pipe 

No visitors type 


War song sung to the ground with the war drum 

Chipped in r-fid when the lord come 

Stay down might dip at the mourn sun 

May douse my wrist till its froze up 



I made, I made a mess


I cant seem to grasp on 



Certain, certain, certain materials 

I just wanna see the truth 


Purpose you counterfeit 

Working so everything balances 

No one deserve 

What your boutta get 

Counting it 

Up 

While 

The serpents 

Surrounding it 

Down on my luck 

But I'm learning to 

Counter it 


Counting my take in my background off 

Few more gates till I pass out drunk 

Boy wanna be great take the trash out bruh 

Telephone game you gon pass that on 


Feelings from the top down 

One by one its cross out 

We ain't having fun so jam the cauldron and you locked out 


I could never stop now 

All the homies  pop out 

I can feel the heat its raising up you In the dog pound 





FINAL DOSE [PROD. W A S]

this song is about the politically/spiritually impaired people who speak on problems they don't do research on... simple as that... takes 30 min to read about something that provides endless context for years in your life. take the time, idiot.

~ill send $5 USD to the first person who guesses the intro reference in french

ft. https://soundcloud.com/the0000 & https://soundcloud.com/c3of
prod. https://soundcloud.com/ventingpalace
art. https://soundcloud.com/the0000 & https://soundcloud.com/c3of

"Le monde nous a abandonnés, 
Nous luttons seuls contre un ennemi insidieux, 
Un ennemi qui détruirait la République ! 
Qui ferait s'effondrer notre nation de l'intérieur !"

-na
"can we all just get along tho?
from a culture, from a swan glow
pick the honey up, resume the money flow"

im the reason for the problem as a speaker
im defeated, i dont want a problem neither
im the feature of a problematic seether
tell me why i bring design to a crime
not outa line, divine
im gonna rhyme my way to every little time
boy, we running out of time

-theo
I got fucked so many times
And i had enough
Of all those liars hiding themselves behind a mask
Ya wanna shed your skin 
Then what you’re waiting for  uh ?
Show us who you really are
A degenerate wannabe
A sheep who’s following another sheep
Ima break the codes
Crushing down my phone
I’ll go hide inside a cave
Chasing meat and eating flesh
Drinking water from the rain

-papa
Think I'm going blind but I can see through all your disguises
Demonize your friends and family push them down with thumb tacks
Turn into a public puppet with a fist up its ass
Wear a crown made of glass
Always reek of tear gas 
Shove your views down my throat
Obsessed with fake news and fake quotes
You and I we ain't in the same sinking boat
Tell me what you dont know
Drowning while you tethered to a shattered throne
Empty flask in a sea of doubt
We all watching while you fail just to cause a drought

MOTH SOUP FT. THEO & SAINT SLEEP (PROD. VENTING PALACE)

Better Use That Torch

@prodkxiser
@zartan666

wrist like tornadoes im whriling this shit
dripping the sauce and they eatin from it
cum in that bitch and yes now imma dip
just like your dead cause he aint want a kid

chinese bitch pikatchu
rainbow six peekin you
shooting guns pew pew pew
bullets passin all thru
watch out who you talk to
mercenaries on you
fuck your gang, fuck your crew, also fuck yourself too


oh fuck kaiser bring the beat back
gotta vest full c4 beneath the seatbelt
my shit blow ya bitch ass like a nitrocell
mercenaries cash cartell
something i will always feel

i am on that motherfucking bloodlust 
boutta hunnit rapper hang on my cock
bitch i hit one flow and you fucked up
kaiser fuck em all up, kaiser fuck em all up


zar man

TAKE ALL MY CHOPPER FOR A WALK CAUSE THEY WANNA EAT
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BEEF ZAR GOT THE HEAT
YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME NO NO MAYBE IN YOUR DREAMS
TALKING SHIT BEHIND MY BACK WE’LL SETTLE THIS ON THE STREET
STRIDA ZAR ON A FUCKING BLOODLUST RUN UP ON A SNITCH NOW HE IS GETTING FUCKED UP (2x)

FEEL LIKE TOMB RAIDER, 2 GLOCKS, THEY ARE NEVER MISSING UH 
YOUR GANG GOT RIFLES BUT I KNOW THEY’RE NEVER HITTING UH
MY GANG ARE GIANTS AND YOUR GANG ARE MIDGETS UH
COPS ARE TALKING TO YOU AND YOUR BIRD ASS IS SINGING UH
YOU GOT CHOPPERS NICE BUT MY JET GOT FUCKING MISSLES
STEAL YOUR KIDNEY FOR MONEY AND PUT IT IN MY FRIDGET
SNACK A BAG OF SHROOMS AND NOW IM FUCKING TRIPPIN

BLOODLUST II FEAT. ZAR

BLOODLUST II FT. ZAR [PROD. KAISER]

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I DONT PLAY LIKE THAT [PROD. KELLBENDER]

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