GAO KILLED THE WHOLE GAME W THIS VERSE ALONE STOP PLAYING W MY BOY

Hell yeah bro super original sounding we needed something NEW

ur rap voice flows well with the dark instrumental

inci0 <3

lyrics:

Dancing in the dead of night 
Not alright 
Can’t get away this time
I don’t like it 
I don’t like it
never was a friend of mine

female (prod.jisatsu)

STAY SLUDGED.

VERSE 1 (Gao)

Mold man from the clay I gave him breath//

Programmed to obey evading death//

Natural state was naked and ashamed//

Ego mutated, soon they satiated all encoded hate with blades in flesh//

I walked among the subjects then I wept//

Human software was corrupted when I slept//

Run a system diagnostic//

Veins were splitting like the faucet bursts when frigid//

Turned man upright to pay my debt//


PRECHORUS (sal & Gao)

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be//



VERSE 2 (Gao)

Mold man from the clay I gave him breath//

Programmed to obey evading death//

Natural state was naked and ashamed//

Ego mutated, soon they satiated all encoded hate with blades in flesh//

I walked among the subjects then I wept//

Human software was corrupted when I slept//

Run a system diagnostic//

Veins were splitting like the faucet bursts when frigid//

Turned man upright to pay my debt//


HOOK (Gao)

Cradle of civilization built with the data stole from the gods//

Frostbitten fingers clamped round the throats of their neighbors//

Frozen to thawed//

Twisted warmth into war//

Pandora was framed//

I opened the box//

Now the birds pick at my organs//

The risk was in vain//

They're devoted to loss//

Pitied abominations//

Robbed the pantheon for what?//

Should never have formed the creation of my hands beyond the dust//

Made darkness outta blue light//

They’re breaking axioms and trust//

They were savages in shadows//

Now they're savages with lux//


Verse 3 (NotNevi & Gao)

Tapping turned attacking//

Tell me who hurts when it ends//

Tapping turned to terror called it in by our own hands//

Can't control the cadence of the count to our descent//

Can't control my life so I don't care ‘bout when it ends//

Should have known there'd be death//

When the stone first connected the with the skull like it's a network//

Try drying off the money from the wetwork//

Blood and ink is running from your dress shirt//

Huh//
Half our idols beyond sinister//

We destroyed the land when we were merely but a visitor//

They followed the man, exploitation plagues the villages//

Our creations pillage, kill, deplete and then we leave the earth//


HOOK (Gao)

Cradle of civilization built with the data stole from the gods//

Frostbitten fingers clamped round the throats of their neighbors//

Frozen to thawed//

Twisted warmth into war//

Pandora was framed//

I opened the box//

Now the birds pick at my organs//

The risk was in vain//

They're devoted to loss//


Pitied abominations//

Robbed the pantheon for what?//

Should never have formed the creation of my hands beyond the dust//

Made darkness outta blue light//

They’re breaking axioms and trust//

They were savages in shadows//

Now they're savages with lux//



OUTRO (sal & Gao)

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be//

PROMETHEUS (ft. NotNevi + sal)

PROD. @mkultraproductions

lineup:
MKULTRA @mkultraproductions
BRUHMANEGOD @bruhmanegoddd

NUMB (PROD. MKULTRA)

Guitar: Mateo Rispoli 

Guitar, Production and Vox: Ian Knapp

Drums: Danny Eberle    

Bass: Shalit Maitrechit

Lyrics:

I call
But you don’t hear your name
Im somewhere locked away
Inside your hippocampus baby
I crawl
Got reincarnated 
In someone's memory
I’m on my knees 
I’ll pray for you
Guess that's all that I can ever do
I say amen but who I’m praying to?
Was never meant to get a letter through
Can’t comprehend
I got no say in you
Yea she’s dancing with an angel
She doesn’t know he’s there
Wings of desire to be with her
Feel the sinew start to tear
She’s the reason for existence
this existence isn’t fair
Distant love
Sky is falling
From above
You don’t know me
A body with no arteries
A ghost Inside a shell
I'm bleeding out
My fear endowed
With muscle tissue
I tore it out
My love for this milady
Inhibition 
All around
Superstitious
I believe in you
no reason to believe
Its true
In the fish tank
Getting watched
Cause I love the way 
You fuck
And I cannot get enough
Your a alien to us
Nephilim, daughters of men
Get wed in ways
We can’t understand
Egregore going to bed
When I’m With you will have no regrets
My Fall from view/you have no regrets
I’ll follow you to the end of it
I’ll be your faithful jesuit
Yea He’s dancing with an angel
He doesn’t know she’s there
Wings of desire to be with him
Feel the sinew start to tear
He’s the reason for existence
this existence isn’t fair
Distant love
Sky is falling
From above
You don’t know me

Wings of Desire

114Transcendent.m4a

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
Nah, it ain't syrup in this Styrofoam cup,
Bitch this blood and juice,
Suck 'em dry and chuck 'em in the gutter then I cut 'em loose,
Decide to hide and dissipate like the high that's drug induced,
Only show my face to place amounts that I can take from you,
Tread reckless like some tipsy niggas tryna bust a move,
Eventually bed-ridden, oblivious bitches chugging ruff-
Spiked vodka from the shot glass,
Monocle and top hat for junkies who done sawed half the barrel off,
Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off,
Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off,
Padded cell and straight jacket should tip your alarum off,
Bitches need to listen for the whistle like I'm Pavlov,
Salivary fluid moving through my throat mixed in with crimson,
Had 'em pushing tulip, staining daises dangerously simple,
Draining niggas' bodies, pockets, stopping when I leave you wrinkled,
Back to collect what you don't owe me like illegal rental.

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Two-faced nigga,
Common like the booze taste at the buffet dinner,
Bullshit 'tween his teeth, took the toothpaste with him,
Bitch blue-faced with a mouth full of vape, cigarettes,
Sicker breaths than the fucking cool kids with the problems with they bronchus,
You, sir went and got lost with a compass,
Moral high ground, high tail out of bounds,
Nigga, drown in the sounds of some doomsday rhythms, nigga,
Bombs dropped,
Two-faced?
Nah, my intentions multifaceted,
Bypass yellow tape,
Wind back black, low quality cassette clips,
Cast mind back to my actions,
That's reality, faulty acid trips,
I stole your soul and starved you niggas like the cult he fasted with,

Ostracize opportunists,
Often like knights button tunics,
No shining, speckless armor,
Check the armoire,
Obsessed with garments,
Like daddy's daughter, offer lewd pics,
I'm guilty, kill me,
Lacking proper judiciary/every,
Nigga all for toothpick-sturdy defense,
Leave themselves open to dirty leeches,
Churches preaching,
Serpents, demons,
Chat about Baphomet,
Boy, you've heard 'em, seen 'em,
Watched 'em walk, observed 'em breathing,
Absurd for even,
Considering I'm perfect,
Reason being, I thirst for bleeding, huh,
Reddish predilection, reminiscent of some fanged figures,
Relish every second, heavy weapon when he threatened,
Nigga, 

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Leech

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
Start off the autopsy with a Y-incision,
Poltergeist in vision,
It decides it didn't like your prying business,
It declines this entrance to its body while it's rotting,
Brought some flies in with it,
That's a life long sentence to describe one's inability,
To achieve expressing why I'm feeling how I'm,
Feeling/Filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling,
Kick it,
Dive in quicker than a live amphibian,
In the end it's futile,
Anti-violence systems,
Identify as pacifist 'til pupils dilate from sipping punch,
Wicker,
Bunsen burner yearned by vile scum,
Villains,
Fall from high vault ceilings,
It defies all physics if,
You expecting confetti at an autopsy,
Messy red on white like I gone off piste,
Skin sings hymns with discord, 
Song's off key,
I'd die with the lie like a false god,
Priest keeps the secret safe,
Cadaver's chest a cavity like teeth decay,
I would rather have a plaque for being saint-like,
Fake my righteousness,
If I could just tighten up,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Body took a beating,
Yeah he had a taste of masonry,
Washed him off while bleeding,
Placed his face inside a basin,
Buried the bastard breathing,
Adam had the apple,
Ate the berries,
Sacrilegious images,
No wonder why the wraith was wary,
Wasted every chance I ever got to try and open,
Been blowing smoke,
Folks choking,
Full of shit like belly bloated,
Bust,
I vomit,
Serve some tonic,
Sheer thought on it has me throwing up,
I'm "pouring cups of soda for chronic diabetics" sort of fucked,
In the head,
Hence,
Discussing my head-space is crossing the red tape dividing fine from menacing,
I'm cold like frozen venison,
Deer in headlights,
Fearing plebites,
Rally dissidents,
It's cello-taped to threatening,
Need medicine in cabinet,
I revel in shit devilish with arrogance,
I cut and run like I just grab a blade to stab and dip,
You're mistaken if you've taken me for placid,
Rude awakening like hammock ripped,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Post Mortem

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I have business sitting in the hearse,

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

I always strived to die tight-lipped,
Eyelids shut with the clutch of vice grip,
Wise idioms tend to surmise that the iris,
Are windows to the soul,
Only thing I bid to show is that it's frosted with a nice tint,
Fist fights picked in a rage by the courtyard,
Sip my drink in the shade of the orchard,
In-line image isn't straight if its torn apart,
They only mourn a part of me,
Bore a hole in the oracle quick before they know,
Organic portions of the plastic corpse I battled for,
At the door knocks second thoughts, 
They kick it in like hinges rust,
Cinders brushed off when they torch the things that hinder trust,
I twist and run,
Leave the contemplating in the dust,
Gathered on the challenge to go find myself and dig him up,
Don't haul my body bag just zip it up,
Break the teeth,
Bury all my hatches when they in the fucking grave with me

(Coroner's report number: @$%&#**)

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

Name: &$*#@
Age: **
Cause of death: #&@$

Graverobbers

I WOKE UP ON THE GROUND 
I WOKE UP WITH A FROWN
I WOKE UP WITH A CROWN
I WOKE UP ON THE GROUND 
ON THE GROUND 
I WOKE UP ON THE GROUND 
I WOKE UP WITH A FROWN I 

INHALE EXHALE 
ALL THE BULLSHIT 
WHY YOU TALKIN TO ME LIKE THAT
YOU KNEW THIS
YEAH YOU KNEW THIS 
YEAH YOU KNEW 
I WAS GONNA GET UPSET WITH THAT 
AND YOU KNEW I WAS 
GONNA GET ALL TIGHT AND SNAP
AND YOU KNEW THIS 
INHALE EXHALE ALL THE BULLSHIT 
AND YOU KNEW I WAS GONNA GET UPTIGHT LIKE THAT 
INHALE EXHALE ALL THE BULLSHIT 

AND ALL THE BULLSHIT AND I CANT 
COMMIT 
AND I JUST WANNA TAKE MY NOOSE INSIDE AND COMMIT 
LIKE MY NAME KERMIT 
LIKE IMMA FROG
CAUSE NOBODY LISTEN TO ME 
NO NO NOBODY AT ALL

I WANT TO GO FIND A FRIEND IN YOU
I WANT TO PROTECT THE BEST IN YOU
I KNOW I BRING OUT THE BEST IN YOU
I WANT MY WALLS UP
AND I DONT WANNA EVER PUT THEM DOWN
SO COUGH IT UP AND I DONT EVER WANNA SEE YOU FROWN

OR MAYBE THATS THE WORST THING 
I CANT THINK ABOUT IS YOU GOING DOWN ON ME NOW 
MAY MAYBE ITS THE WORST THING
IS EVERYTHING THATS GOING ON WHEN IM OUT OF MY HOUSE 

THATS EVERYTHING THATS GOING ON WHEN IM OUTTA MY HOUSE 
I RIP MY EYES OUT OF MY SKULL
WHEN I WAKE ON THE GROUND 
CONSTANTLY IM GOING FUCKING CRAZY WITH YOU NOT AROUND 
WAKE ME MAYBE I NEED TO SAVE ME NOW 
CRAZY HATE ME EVERYTHING GOING DOWN
I KNOW YOU KNOW I NEED TO FIGURE OUT 

HOW FAR HAVE YOU SLIPPED OUT MY REACH
I KNOW THINGS HAPPEN EVENTUALLY 
WHERE HAVE YOU GONE
WHERE HAVE YOU GONE
YOU WASTED MY TIME 
YOU TOLD ME ALL THESE LIES 

AND I NEVER FORGET ANY OF IT 
I DO WHAT YOU SAY LIKE A PUPPET
FLY SPREAD ALL MY WINGS AND I LOVED IT 
WHY TREAT ME LIKE THAT LIKE IM RUBBISH
I NEVER DESERVED ANY OF IT 
I NEVER DESERVED ANY 

SO WHAT DO WE DO WHEN WE LOOK AT THE SKY 
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE MOON AND STARS 
WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE MOON AND STARS WHAT DO WE DO 
WHAT DO WE DO WHEN WE LOOK AT THE SKY 
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE MOON AND STARS 
AT THE MOON AND STARS WHAT DO WE DO

WOKE UP ON THE SKY (PROD. RED MOSK/TRIPLESIXDELETE)

Faggot

FAGGOT |prod. TQ

CELOSIA w/ fl.vco ( prod. redmosk )

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

STAY SLUDGED

business inquiries: ferri@goodproblems.co

Leech

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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