When yee let go, thats when shi start hitting good. Keep calm kings💪🏽

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art: @gvzzvh x @lunasith // background vox by: @sydcxx
official amv: [https://youtu.be/6AS5czp5JZI]

lyrics: [https://genius.com/Do-not-resurrect-necrotic-grip-lyrics]
back off 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
bash in your brain with my mask off 
yea try to pray for the last time 
lame and you mad but you hate cuz your cash wrong 
i don’t want love, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i'll leave his lung on the asphalt 
i’ll leave your tongue in a glass jar 
murder with a black SCAR 
he don’t wanna dump
what the fuck, is it that hard?
he don’t wanna buck
he respond with a sad bar 
nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
i don’t want pain, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i leave his lung on the asphalt 

now i just be sippin sippin sippin slow on the blood i collect from you fuckers
and i could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that i left in my dungeon 
now cuz of my pigment i been predisposed 
to unload and attack in abundance 
but that’s just the shit they said, i go and murder cuz simply the fact that i love it 

but it’s back to the subject 
stacking bodies by the dozens 
whippin audis outta budget 
godly while i’m thumpin 
you would probly caught a couple 
grippin probly why im fucked and i don’t plan on stoppin 
she do molly while we fuckin 
creepin i might grab a snub i caught him out in public 
beam, he saw it fore it snuffed him 
he was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky

necrotic grip (prod. rose)

@CoaastGxd and @Grim_Salvo - Floccinaucinihilipilification
Produced by Vermin 666
Mixed and Mastered by @33marrow
Art by Halo Blaack

LYRICS
I’m sick of that attitude bitch
You need Dad to come slap up the wrist
And you make like a punk
I got chu buzzing in the beehive
Always hit deep no sea dive
Rewind
I’m really not mad at you bitch 
You gave up and I’m glad that you did It was done from the jump
Looking like you got the green eye
Shallow water grave goes knee-high 
Rewind

Hibernation in my comfort
Little brittle coves bring clots like mustard
Fell off a boat like just last summer
But when I came up to the surface I couldn’t see colors
Now I’m a ghoul
Always a fool
Got what it takes? 
Yes I’m thinkin I do
It still hurts and I never get hungry
I don’t even think I’m from this planet I’m a bug beast
I don’t wanna live without my rhythm
Didn’t even seem to say anything before he did em
Just one big scrimmage for some pitiful gimmicks
Universe looking thicc
Imma bust up in it

I’m sick of that attitude bitch
You need Dad to come slap up the wrist
And you make like a punk
I got chu buzzing in the beehive
Always hit deep no sea dive
Rewind
I’m really not mad at you bitch 
You gave up and I’m glad that you did It was done from the jump
Looking like you got the green eye
Shallow water grave goes knee-high 
Rewind

Look at my alchemy I see now it's no limitations
Fell through the great simulation
Woke up with endless patience
Truth is there's darkness inside of me
I can barely take it
You were there on the night I lost my mind to infestation

Burning fuckin' bibles
This a stick up
Sick like when I switch up
Bitches suck my dick up 
Think I think I heard a hiccup
My arrival was prophetic
All your shit is anesthetic
We be coming for your head and no it won't be copacetic

Light the dynamite, ya
Somebody up in this bitch finna die tonight, AY
Light the dynamite
Ay
Somebody up in this bitch finna die tonight, AY
yuh, ay

Somebody bout to get dropped
Aim a grenade at a cop
Up with the blade and the chop
All while your bitch givin top

Light the dynamite
Ay
Somebody up in this bitch finna die tonight, AY

BLEGHH

Look at my alchemy I see now it's no limitations
Fell through the great simulation
Woke up with endless patience
Truth is there's darkness inside of me
I can barely take it
You were there on the night I lost my mind to infestation

Floccinaucinihilipilification

Floccinaucinihilipilification w/ Grim Salvo [Prod. Vermin]

lyrics: 

big clip out the ride 
rip out your spine 
bitch i buss back, lift his body then he die 
never really want click clack til ya whole clique whacked 
it’s a fact, put a body in the sky 
what’s that? touchback? well you got that
rucksack fulla mags for the contact
one splat, get clapped, never come back
better back up fore your ass wit a toe tag 
blap! blap! blap! 
in the back of the 'lac 
where i go? where i go? 
wit the mac on my lap, i know, i know 
you was askin for that, times up, times up
leave a mag in your back, psycho, psycho 
i’m G O D 
now a couple hoes wanna be on me 
i got heat on me, wit my D O Gs
i go C O D 
but this a pricey fit so don’t bleed on me 

i spit killer shit like my glocky do 
i might hit ya bitch when i pop at you 
you better get a grip fore my dogs are loose 
they might hit a lick, they might bark at you 
i might sip a bit while she off a bean 
never really got what i’m offering 
hit him in his top if he talkin sweet 
you know talk is cheap, so i charge a fee

2077 (prod. erlax x rose)

WE BACK AND WE TAKING HEADS SON


________________________________________


FACELESS 1-7 SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4G8px...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCeGK...

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/faceless1-7

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/faceless1_7/


PROMPTO SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/55l8X...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/c/Promptomusic

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/promptomusic

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/promptomusic/

ARYEL SOCIALS

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQnx...

Soundcloud - 
https://soundcloud.com/prodaryel

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/aryelthemer...


_____________________ LYRICS __________________


FACELESS 1-7 ///


*damn turn that beat up* 


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


fucked yo bitch she callin out she said she want it deep


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


I dont give a fuck about your energy


torment is infinite
I wish that I was aborted
my ma could afford it


light up with the syndicate 
then get my b she contorted
her feet into orbit
      
i'll fuck on the internet
gone get your girl to record it
my nut on her forehead


im sad but she into it 
you all the same lika a synonym
huh
yuh


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me
I gone bring the ruckus got my focus on the fee
seeing out the black we staying strapped up to the teeth
if you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street


buried underneath 6ft concrete
old mate with the ski like c'est la vie
that girls pussy taste like made lychee
i'ma get my breath wet sweet like tea
my seed
compressed between them cheeks
thats g
got them buns for fun
she like a cream pastry
an I ain't done till sun
done did a 360
said i ain't run from nun
yea i ain't run from




rip that clip
with a fucked up face
ima take that ace
triple drop all day
light split my vein
till it fit my brain
tip n slice low fate
so I slide so fake
like
get no weight
don't get in my way
I been cutting my demons
till breathing my hate


upping my eden deleting the pain
but pain is my purpose deserve it
it fate




PROMPTO ///


Racks on racks I get provisions Kodak black got tunnel vision 7 sixes Ben Simmons rookie shit no definition amateur you beg to listen open ears with no intentions shed your tears you act like children


Better back off get the fuck out my way
Grab a chainsaw cut em out of they place
No face no case I’m asserting my fate
Here’s your meal I’ve been serving up plates
No ripndip talk yo shit so quick I’m sick of it
Butter them lips so slick like gibberish look at my racks like dividends make you say da-da-dadada-damn


How does it feel knowing she is a fan
Making it clap like god damn
Bought a new jacket it came from Japan
Think that I made it I only began
I made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences My vision is impairing I’m transparent with my privilege

Rack That Shit

Rack That Shit ft. Prompto (prod. Aryel)

BARRACUDA.WAV | FT. DO NOT RESURRECT (PROD. ANXIOLYTIC)

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

savage ga$p x kamaara x grim salvo - in your darkest nightmares, you'll see me (￣。￣)～ｚｚｚ

Today (Kan3 Prod. 2tone)

MVKO

Bloody razor in my fist I swing it cuz I'm ruthless, 
Dont give a fuck about an opp my steeltoes leave em toothless, 
Only down for gang most you motha fuckers useless,
Slammin liquor loud as fuck I am a fuckin nuisance, I'm foolish

I ain't got time for a fuckboys shit,
Fly into your state just to pull up and go fuck yo bitch,
Some Magic shit, pull my chopper out my fuckin bag of tricks,
Hellhounds walkin in the night we navigate with candlesticks, 

Creepin thru your home Like a ghost (like a ghost)
I'm the presence everywhere you go (where you go)
Followin my footprints through the snow (in the snow)
They leadin to the front door of your home (of your home) 

I'm the revenant, bullet in your head not hesitant,
Its effortless, cleanin up the scene no evidence,
Genesis, we the start of plague and pestilence, 
We venomous, one bite rot you to your skeleton,

Full moon watch me rise up from my grave, (from my graaaaave)
Eyes glowing red i am deranged, (I'm deraaaanged)
Was gifted for the soul that I exchanged, (I exchanged)
Walking out the flames I am unscathed, (I'm unscathed)

Pull up on your block,
Whole team strapped up like the swat,
Before we light up your spot, 
Better give us what you got,

Hellhounds comin kicken in your front door bitch,
See the lazer sight know that you are done for bitch, 

Sick of all the mouth racin,
Sick of all the clout chasin,
You're cattle to your government your mother fuckin cows grazin, 

Fuck a suicide note bitch I've been dead for years,
Write my name with blood on my gravestone when I depart from here

SINIZTER

Walkin’ like a zombie, feeling crummy motherfuck the money/ 

One man army shootin’ like a junkie, they can trace the tracks/

Take a trip, final destination they won’t make it back/

Banana clips walkin’ through the jungle like a razorback/

Chest beatin’/

Death cheatin’/

Trigger squeezin’/

Less breathin’/

More bleedin’/

What’s the meanin’/

Intervenin’/

Met demons, I left ‘em feindin’/ 

For my soul my heart cold, brain freezin’/

Sinizter, fuck a finish this just the beginning-yuh/

Send in the, back up before I clap at ya emperor/

No Kings power to the people/

All my bros bring anarchy load the cannon be...fore I blow steam/

Woah/

You already know/

I hit'em high, Mako hit'em low/

Nobody survive everybody’s a ghost/

You ain’t gotta go home, but bitch you gotta go...YUH/

FMJ feat. Sinizter (Prod. Fallen)

Stay dormant when needed
Till you rise undefeated
______________________
aye you like dis edgy shit lets get it

Lyrics:
Lately stay lowkey
I do not cap no more
But ima cap you if you 
Showing at my street oof course
dodging people in my city 
Like a Matador 
I won't act like itll be pretty
I been mad before 
I see em coming through my rear view
Like you bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal
And I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle
You'll get shred and torn
I got that blade itll leave you spread all
Like a bastard born

Yea from plastic corpse
You fake
Faceless the way
Take that name to my grave
But I missed it like it like fate
know 1-7 the date
When I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor
To take away the pain
Since then nothing been plain
shit I got demons to race
an now i'm running my numbers an I  been upping my pace
yea that gone run up my stake till I
gone blow and create 
the existence i needed
bitch there no freedom in chains

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense


yo ego
finitio
them people
be evil
no see through
i de-tour
to run around

i don't want 
to put them
underground

hollow tip
bullet i 
gut you out

you see what 
i mean do
our chi
don't be equal
i frequent 
the freak show
then fuck around

i got yo bitch
in my dungeon now
she got that dick
by the dozen now
i got that clique
that gone buzz them pounds
fuck up the court
we go run them fouls
she the main course
know i love that sound
crying my name 
when our love in doubt

that kinda fucked but i'm
fucked up as well
cancer being spreading
inside in my cells
keeping it cold cos
i know i bring hell
bitch i stay froze
cos it keep it me well

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense         

get up off my dick you aint seen shit yuh

Cold Blood Warm Nights

Cold Blood Warm Nights (prod. CRCL)

Prod by. @Silencyde
Art by: https://www.instagram.com/ipurex

@yungraredeath☢️:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/37W1GwtLDuYsZ2neZfX5rv
https://www.instagram.com/yungrare/

Formerly SplytSecond

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/splxt__/
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/splxtofficial
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SPLXT__

5 SECONDS (ft. YUNG RARE)

Faceless forever together we rot.

[ alt - https://soundcloud.com/blanketgoblin ]

Rack That Shit ft. Prompto (prod. Aryel)

Faceless 1-7

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