G17 (PROD. TRULIFE)

written / performed by @blckbrds
prod. Zepelin
engineered by @tumaggz

BACKWARDS LAZARUS

180SX FT. 666SWISH

PROPHECY (PROD. SAURXN)

i would rather run away

First collaboration between Istasha and me.

STREAM EVERYWHERE -> idm.fm/byracka

prod Istasha, Nimbustwokay, Lord Gasp
Mix master by Lord Gasp
Artwork by Istasha, Buvard, Lord Gasp

LYRICS 

Lord gasp intro:

Self starvation
Alleviate my pain
Im roller coasting
Kiss death with my two eyes closed
A bad bitch with a lethal dose
cradled by jaw clenching
Carefully salting the wounds
now does it sound drastic
Preferring me over you
Can’t be surprised its crashing
there was more signs in the sky pointing out 
than there’ll ever be bird wings

Istasha verse  :

Cyclic
Mind splat when the vice hits 
Intact thought sat where the sky sit
Cyclic, cut, scythe click
Let the metal hit  the grass 
And Despite this 
What i want 
What I’m on
Reap, eat, die 
Crescent get it done 
What I want 
What I’m on 
Two sides of a coin in a pond 
De sat; White clip
Fuckin with the Wiring 
Cut it, need a second of action don’t need a 
Sidekick 
Blackout, Sight dip 
Automate entirely 
A tired light, uncertain on principle 
Like twice slit 
What I want 
What I’m on 
Sow my feet down deep then I 
Can keep calm 
What I want 
What I’m on 
that purge my being on the spot type shit

Lord Gasp verse:
Sorry i fuck it up issa classic
Tired of soaking up in my acid
Calamity tightly sewn in my fabric
Burnt out , drape all these bridges in my toxic sludge
Depravity tearing away my sense of trust
I rotted my psyche away, turnt into curdled pus
i gut- gutted my heart out for you maggot sluts
leeches, boggus, sever the scum

Lord Gasp bridge :
Cradled by jaw clenching
Carefully salting the wounds
now does it sound drastic
Preferring me over you
Can’t be surprised its crashing
there was more signs in the sky pointing out than there’ll ever be bird wings

Lord Gasp outro :
Rip my limbs
And leave me split into segments 
So you can pick where my flesh sit
For y’all to feed off, you leeches 

Istasha outro:
Heavenly absorbed
And I swallow the last of the puddles
Sittin covered in a black interval 
Suddenly 
I’m up until planets fall out 
can they die 
Break the word

>STREAM<

Byracka (with Istasha)

Stream: vyd.co/Chopped
featuring @bumboii
prod @prodbynxtty

Lyrics:
(NIKKO)

Yuh, it's DOOMSHOP MOTHERFUCKA

shoutout my block in this bitch-

Are you, are you, are you
Are you dumb?
No i'm not fucking the same old bitch 
New bops
Tailor made to bang I swang poles, sticks
Get chopped, like your face even your mom don't love that shit boy 
Wire around the corner im counting on you to trip on it 
Slip caught ya, its a blick culture 
Why-why you in your feelings, little bitch aren't ya ?
I came with the stick watch out 
Get you ripped top down 
Stack money to the ceiling it don't fit a counter 
Blowin some in your crib 
Head shot don't want you living 
Know you broke as a bitch 
I can tell by how you're living chicken shit 
You ain't with it 
Asking if I am still fucking on the same shit

Are you, are you dumb?
No i'm not fucking the same old bitch 
New bops
Tailor made to bang I swang poles, sticks
Get chopped, like your face even your mom don't love that shit boy 
Wire around the corner im counting on you to trip on it

(bumboi)
Im counting on you to trip 
Im peeping that you a bitch 
Why you acting pocket for that trick she dont love shit 
U cant trust no hoe thats law 
I done seen some fuck my dawgs 
Im creepin on yo location im the one that set it off

In the black truck 
Hoe i keep the mac tucked 
Hot potato with yo head and im kickin it like fat punt 
Fat junt 
Smoke em in a swisher 
Then we place em in the trash dump 
Last time that they seen him he was tweakin off that taxed cut

WOOF WOOF bitch I'm calling all my dogs

SHOOT SHOOT watch your head bust out like squash

WOOF WOOF bitch I'm calling all my dogs

SHOOT SHOOT watch your head bust out like-

Buy CHOPPED by NIKKO

CHOPPED ft. bumboi (PROD. NXTTY)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Big Sin I been a savage straight up out the womb
.30 cal, I Spitfire and rappers blowin’ fumes
I’m Tutankhamun out the tomb you boutta meet ya doom
Kick in doors, super soldier clearin’ out the room

Self righteous hatred coursin’ through my fuckin’ veins
We can’t collaborate, you trash and I discriminate
I’m Hannibal Lecter, cannibalize, that’s my philosophy
Ain’t takin’ votes, it’s no debate, ain’t no democracy

Been there done that peep the catalog
You do the fact checkin’ ain’t a thing I haven’t done
Your favorite rapper need a verse lil bitch I wrote him one
I’m second to none, bitch I’m the one, ain’t doin’ this shit for fun

Type-A, pure rage, I put that on display
Only way to keep me calm so stay the fuck away
Muthafucka you a busta, fuck you what you portray
12 gauge to ya brain bitch I’m inhumane

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

Verse 2:
Blood on my axe, I’m ready for action makin’ his brain go splat and—
Bitch I’m assassin, slappin’ the mag in, lyrical killin’ with passion
Split him like fraction, watch his reaction, think I might cause a distraction
Sociopathic, type it in captions, bitch I ain’t showin’ compassion

Ten thousand hours, bar for bar I do it in my sleep
Refined technique, I play for keeps I got that shit they need
I’m takin’ risks, what you wager, bitch I make that leap
Throwin’ punches in the air when Sinny on they screen

Your records floppin’, lookin’ sad and bitch I’m kickin’ ass
I pop more Nazi’s than the Russians back in Stalingrad
Weaponize the pen & pad lil bitch I’ll show you passion
Ain’t no actin’, bitch I’m flashin’, diamonds shinin’ past ‘em

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

i would rather run away

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