Anythin

lyrics

2 times
give a lover 2 signs 
That we’re doomed
Ive already proven that the truth hides 
nothing deep about this  
Don’t confuse lines 
Cover the tracks 
check my shoe size 
Don’t ever choose sides 
Never need a truce to cruise by 
But a Drug is crucial for lewd dimes   
grew to recruit highs
en route to go resume the doom
strong as the moonshine 
The residue in my vessels might give a true sign that Ill soon die 
Assume life electrocutes a new light  
Then demise will come settle 
Rise for the commute by 
Embezzled abuse like  
My fucking potential
I pick up in the end full of the vivid destruct 
No rickety soliloquies
The Rhythms are crushed 
The will to fill up dreams
Without giving a fuck 
Live it up
Never give it up, hit em up with an official bump
Itty bitty buzz, cynical and sick of love 
Insignificant bitches finna Mimic the trust
meant to mend indifference to the men & women 
Guess it depends if I’m giving them my 2 cents 
To pivot or ascend to the limits  
Surrendered bits to the sickness
amidst the twisted convention
conditioned to my sick ambitions 
Tough visits i double fisted cement 
The rubble sifted 
Knock on wood for good luck till my fingers are splintered 

I don’t give a fuck about social status 
Don’t give a fuck if i crash 
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics 
Romantics still roam in the grass 
With the snakes & the rats 
At this rate, I’d feel stacked against malice 
And sadness hits
balance my past & spit 
Challenged to have grip within my paralysis 
To my collapse, if my madness gets 
Slashed in a matter of minutes
And dragged to a shallow pit 
Tell alice, I wish her the best 
But I still can’t forget 
She’s a shallow bitch 
Foreshadowed the highs & the lows of her habits 
But I do not know if she happened 
To ever catch onto the fact
I was masking my pain with a flask & a fraction 
Of coke kept me active 
That night I was choking while chasing the dragon

I don’t give a fuck about social status 
Don’t give a fuck if i crash 
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics 
Romantics still roam in the grass 
I won’t give up hope, but I know the static 
Keeps my anxiety brash 
I float with my woes on a boat
I still paddle way down this cold river at mass 

ive been elevated, ive been hella faded 
ive fitted the rages that have relegated devils in my mind 
ive been dedicated, still so deprecated, till i’m desiccated,
Ive been slated to be dead by 35
dreamt a shady vision, predicament
picked it, hit it, lit it with the fucking fire from inside 
inquisitive diction grips the explicit limits allegedly wicked, twisted 
Within the gripping sickness & prolific divides  
Livid disposition, i rivet
i ticket a critic with an acidic instant despise 
dip in demise 
i spit with a hint of divine, spirit 
Despicable guys kick it 
Akin to devised scrimmage 
So difficult strides diminish my physical 
Unfit for the visible dumb shit 
Pop a stimulant, tongues lick bitter powders 
Among which
give me the power to come with 
To Recount for a dumb bitch

while i figure the figment up in my mind might trigger
a sublime quite bigger than a bullet to the skull
You’re full of shit
i revolt cause I should’ve been dead 
Could’ve been 
Would’ve been
But I stood with unrest with the lead up to my chest
address steps I took to detect depths unhooked 
From the depression 
Still stalling, Now look 
Ive been falling 
They left when they saw my face 
Bury them all in a shallow grave

I feel like just drowning real deep down in doubts 
Till surrounded by sounds that have kept accounted 
I count them all up until I feel real grounded 
I ran out of luck 
I never found love 
Now I feel more fucked than ever 
So just, fuck forever 
I’ll stay stuck forever 
Enough 

Hook x1

SØCIAL STATUS

prod. by marow & 4ria

lyrics: 

picture me perfect
i ricochet hits & refurbish the shit that i spit 
on the surface
i think that i’ll stick to these verses 
the verdict is out, i deserve this 
worship the verge 
i’m as sick as a purge 
vigorous surge 
i’m absurd as the cigarette burns
on my pillow case 
no fillers in the features
i fulfill the evil deep within rhythms 
conceal indifference with skilled precision 
now listen 
i did it, i’ll do it again 
depicted grimace, lose it again 
inflict the venom
till i’m healed & akin to the pen 
dim witted fucks, i can’t trust 
here’s a hit of revenge, so get the syringe 
tinker with luck or get stuck in a binge 
i construct a rush till it combusts in the end 
how funny everyone discusses friends 
and puts up fronts like it’s a must 
everyone just wants a hint of pretend 
i destruct till the rubble treads lovers 
in bubbles to mend their struggles 

hypothetically speaking 
my hype will be dead by the evening 
creeping on the prospect of nonsense 
i cannot invest in the reason 
reap doubt or be about it 
i plead the profound encounters 
to keep an ounce of accountability
filling me
silly me  
for my faith in abilities to encase witty tips
im willing to face with agility 
ur shitty to pity, 
believe me, i’m fiending for another achievement 
i’m creeping 


in a prison, in my mind 
im inclined to the limits by design 

here is the sign you were looking for 
so baby, look no more 
fall from cloud nine to demise
how divine 

my image the rest regard as inefficient 
my repertoire is still relinquished on records 
the bars may diminish the reservoirs 
i just still think there’s some left
i could harp on the link between methods & madness 
i sink in the weather in tact
with a glimpse of depression
the static flings under the pressure, erratic 

in the middle of the night
light strikes, it’s another slight fight 
against the parasites
apparent, i bear with the perished sights 
of fairness
it barely suffice 
impaired, i cannot square with the gripes 
they just stare through my eyes 
if i dare realize that i’m scared 
then i’ll fucking die 
and forced to watch my momma cry 
spare my soul another try 
heard the truth through the grapevine 


last year, i  needed money 
but hindsight is 2020 
see i might need more than something 
to confront all of the bludgeoning 
sucker for love, i’m wondering 
what’s above me that’s hovering 
what do the troubles bring? 
besides bloody lovers suffering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 

the truth, the blues, i knew 
the truth, the blues, i knew

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CASKETS AS COFFERS
@CoaastGxd and @ Netuhbeats
mixed by @netuhbeats
Art by Halo blaack

lyrics
All I can see is.
RED RED RED
All I can see is.
RED RED RED
All I see is red in my head
Blood that I could bleed or that I bled
Fed into the coffers of the dead
RED. RED. RED
All I can see is.
RED RED RED
All I can see is.
RED RED RED
All I see is red in my head
Blood that I could bleed or that I bled
Fed into the coffers of the dead
RED RED RED

I been lurking in the mud
I been fucking like a heathen 
Bathe in buckets of the blood
Steady fucking on a Sunday
Maybe one day you could pull up but you're never gonna run game
It's just us, dog
You could fall one-way ticket to the ground
Un-found under the runway
Duck down under gun spray
Splat with a death ray
All that's left is a bloodstain
Gonna take and break you
Like a model I done made you
Go and say a little prayer there aint no savior in the headlights
The bones are broken and I'm open to the rope but maybe opening your throats a better use for the chain vice
I can't help it if I think you're funny when you're dead
Trying hard not to smile when I see red
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well you soon will
All I can see is
RED RED RED RED RED RED RED 
All I can see is
RED RED RED RED RED  RED RED

Caskets as Coffers

Caskets as Coffers [Prod. Netuh}

ASCENSION

prod. by saint urya & Zaki Ali 


lyrics
When I was in the psych ward
You were on your fucking high horse 
I got sidetracked by life forms 
quite bored living life sober
So I might form 
a tight order of rhymes sorted 
I find horrid  
breaking the rules 
I might get fined for it 
Making fools in line forfeit 
lines on my forehead
Align with the number of times 
Ive been so numb and divine 
Here’s a design
Combined to fuck up your mind 
Rid you of grimace 
I’m trying
To paint you a picture 
Elicit the figures 
I’m legit 
I’m tripping 
I’m Ticking like clocks, here’s a figment 
Fickle as fucks who exhibit 
Slick interruptions and gimmicks 
Mic in my hand, I feel gifted 
Like I’ve been damned to inhibit 
All of the standards I pick it 
Apart, cannot pander to bitches 
I’m bigger than that 
And I’m living so large 
I Command while I kick it 
With bars that I’m managing 
Views that are harsh 
Understanding I’m damaging my heart 
When handling adderall scripts 
That I’m sampling daily 
Striking the tiniest chords, ukulele 
I’m failing
to check off the things on my bucket list 
Too busy dealing with feelings 
You fucking bitch caused 
I’m still lost 
What’s the cost of this turbulence crossed 
Against thoughts I exhaust 
Till I’m burnt out and squashed 
That shit is raw, know I’m flawed 
Cause In hindsight
I feel like I’m walking through fog 
I cannot walk this shit off
Top of the morning 
I topple the bars with a topic I scoffed 
Till it’s hot like the tropics
I tap in til tapped out on god 


Things been barely moving 
Ive been barely sleeping 
Intertwined 
With my share of delusions 
Fairly conducive 
To the grind 
Killing time, I feel dead inside 
Like I ingested insecticides
Give me a second, I’ll sink in the pressure 
Death to my pride 

barely alive 
Feel like I’m barely alive 
Yeah
Barely alive 
Everyones staring, I hide 
Yeah
Bear with my mind  
Imperative that I defy 
All these fuckers inside  
Til I perish and die 
Killing time 
Fill the lines 
Feel like I’m barely alive

B4RELY 4LIVE

Skorn3896 - smile

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K.V.N//7Ł - FUCK THE WORLD (PROD. SKOTSKR) *OG VERSION*

prod. by or.1ove & zaki ali

lyrics

Sick to my stomach 
Weather I spit or I piss or I vomit 
I can’t resist from a tonic of this purest bliss every time it assists with these problems 
Honest, unfit for their comments 
Conjure some shit that I’ve pondered 
Pompous Ass bitch, I can’t bother to try to consistently swallow my pride for your honor  
I was dismissed in your squalor
I’ve been a sinner since singular digits 
Everything I said that I would do, I did it 
Never let a motherfucker through, I pivot
Prolific on beats, flows heat, so here’s a skillet 
I don’t wanna hear another peep from you bitches 
Go deep with these wicked intentions, I keep attention to detail 
Running this clockwork until my feet fail
Peak ‘till my face more pale than ski trails 
Sick of them all overlooking me 
Spit a raw flow, but I’m still overcooking beats 
Bitch, I cut flows like it’s butcher meat 
Raw dogging rhythms like bitches who fall for the hook and skeet 
Spit it, I live it 
Now, can you hoes dig it? I’m Booker T 
Sleek as a scissor kick, dreams at my fingertips 
Bright as the sun, you hoes get too close then I will call your ass Icarus

I don’t feel like myself
I can’t deal with myself 
As a matter of fact 
Let’s be real, I just feel like pure hell 
Peel off the layers I’ve held 
Suppress feelings and dwell then I’ll bid you farewell (x2)

Been a minute, I’ve been slipping
Time has delayed  
Thoughts spin a hundred miles a minute, I’ve been away 
With this grim unfiltered thinking 
All the time that I wasted 
Life isn’t kind, but this ain’t time for complaining 
Living for a remedy, inclined to be faded 
All you motherfuckers are inclined to say fake sh*t 
Face it, favoring my favorite ways to fade away 
I stray away 
Pretending that you’re happy, that’s your favorite game 
I may refrain the basic courtesy to fucking play your game and paying with uncertainty 
I paved this to reserve my grief 
I made this confer my dreams I gave in the form of flames and my urgency 
Heard you speak and now I’m currently quite sure I don’t prefer to greet you with any more time  
Let alone, eternity 
Left alone, refer to peaks of the past, I’m quite earnestly on a path to burn these dreams 
And let my fucking worries bleed  

I don’t feel like myself
I can’t deal with myself 
As a matter of fact 
Let’s be real, I just feel like pure hell 
Peel off the layers I’ve held 
Suppress feelings and dwell then I’ll bid you farewell (x2)

ØPUS FOR SEŁF DESTRŪCTION

4ria - RUDIMENTARY RULES OF ERADICATION

prod. by tengulovemoney & iwannanewshoes

lyrics
My words immortalized from a mortals eyes 
Do more than describe the sky 
I paint demise ’till my minds black as night 
A fatal cycle, reside by the tide filled with fog 
Like I smoked a pack of lights 
Find no resolve 
I just indulge like a pack of wolves hunting down a snack 
A skull of wrath, but the fact is my life feels flat and dull 
Pack it up, I never backed things up 
I lack too much to cap this off with braggadocios lines
And so I catapult off Adderall 
I’d rather hope than drag and cope  
So, let us have a toast to the tragedies of the past before we start a new mass revolt 
I’ve mastered prose
This shit I wrote is rather dope 
That’s hammered home with rapid blows 
Spit smooth as a fucking satin coat 
I’ve been on the grind, I don’t have a second to spare 
On the regular, checking rhymes 
Developing all these lines 
Wrestling with my mind 
All the rest of you get behind me
Shits effortless, but I try to connect these joints like my spine 

I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 

The truth is, but a tool to make a truce with what I knew 
And truthfully the view is putrid, but proves to be a new muse
For rapping all this stupid shit
it’s lucid cause I drew it with a looseness 
I’ve been aloof since I was two 
Bitch, I’m too sick 
And if you only knew the lonely tempo of my tune 
Then you would too feel a semblance of my tension start to bloom
Like the sun at the start of June 
And some lines that I rhyme are doomed to confine thoughts my mind resumes 
To refine as the grind consumes 
My time ‘till I find sublime and bandaids for all my wounds
I’d give some kind of boost to speed up the rate that I could improve  
Find space to embrace the moon 
Taste the sweet resolve like fruit ‘till it spreads like scents of perfume 
And some new pleasure is induced 
My timid limits that prevent me from seeing shit through to fruition 
Fish for support in a war with malice and vengeance 
Ascending to higher plane fields 
A gentle mind, but I may feel
Desire to send you a brand new message like a maze field 
Use these words like a face shield, still my worth needs appraisal 
With all the self love I give, my mind can’t remain still  
Entertaining your shit  
Interchanging, then I drift into days of dread I exist 
I complain too much, I admit 

I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it

A LIFETIME OF LESIØNS

prod. by triple murder beatz, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love 

Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving 
I could never my mind up 
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut 
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under,  fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with 
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck 
Times up, fuck it 
Let me rise up 
If word is bond 
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills 
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm 
You know the deal 
All the shit I ever wrotes too real 
Switching rhythms 
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal 
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel  
Down to be goat 
Ideally don’t ever choke 
Compose flows to cope and heal 
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart 
4 days, no sleep 
I was dreaming of the stars 
Troubled days, I was drained 
It was raining in my heart 
No restraint from carving another scar 
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain 
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state  
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either 
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling 
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again 

The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love (x2)

(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 

44 MB OF TRAUMA

prod. by puia
additional prod. by zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics were too long to fit in the description lol

BLOODY BEAUTY OFF THE BEATEN PATH

prod by Gary Wide, Nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
rec,mix, master by Lord Gasp

LYRICS

Ok big ego, small heart
I don’t need you
feed on death, i got bone parts in my bean soup
it’s that french rapper all star
workaholic too
And i’m pissed, fuck a small talk
I dont like you 

I swing rocks i dont kick rocks
Little dude
rock balenci socks in balenci crocs
rubber boots 
i’m a sick fuck, rob a wristwatch off a fool 
Get my brick sucked get her shit rocked in my booth

I hear em calling from the back
Of my skully underneath the scabs
A cynical for I call myself mister disaster
I see it crawl, forcing its way into
Leave me blacking out 
I can’t backtrack now , call me mister disaster
call me mister disaster

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

I came to love me in a way that people hate me the most
See i gazed into abyss and it gave me a home
I came snatching crowns then grew liking the calm
I touched grass it fucked me up like bad cologne
My ripped out flesh kissed the cold 
breeze 
I connected every dot, couldn’t make sense of the T’s
kept on grinding till i fucked all of my teeth 
i held back all my words till i had to puke dem free 

disaster
call me mister disaster

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive


(outro)
Turn on the radio
5-13
I managed to break into the shed
Sarge i think you should come see this
-on my way
-it’s not blood, it’s something else but
Wait there’s someone in the back!
..

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Mr Disaster

Written and produced by Gullyspit

Lyrics coming soon

Kowloon

ariarapsnow.bandcamp.com

mixtape by 4ria

DISPOSITION

4ria - screwface

prod by gmp, zak ali & 4ria


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lyrics: 

look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 
bitch i quit drinking, i’m sinking in vomit i belch 
and beginning to think i could opt for some help 
all of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink 
wish i could just be more limber 
or be less distinct 
instead i yell timber 
depressions in sync with my temper 
that shit all grows heavy 
i vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers 
meticulous new repetitions 
i let it relinquish what i can’t remember, so tender 
but what difference does it make 
with the distance that i take 
i’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes 
i spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes 
you wretched fucks are asbestos, i can’t try to behave 
i don’t want to spend any more time tryna debate 
i’m still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate 
as the time shatters 
rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter 
i brine in sublime & latch onto my habits 
i find when i’m manic 
& till i go peak, all my passion is bleak 
until you all reach my new absence 
let that all read as my way of now getting complete 
and redeeming the panic 
this shit is no feat 
it’s a means of me slamming 
you hoes into granite 
you hoes all go show off your glow into cameras 
instagram models, be damned if i cannot fuck 
all of those filters can’t help what the damage does 
cause you’re a 6 just like digits from canada 
business as usual, city is cancerous 
writtens i drew the truth, so much less glamorous 
can’t handle gambles, i travel from 
lands where i drag my love forward 
with bags of drugs 
packing up 
i’ve got a lack of trust 
from all the knives in my back 
i’m not backing up 
cause all these wounds make my breathing hard 
like your damn asthma does 
you’ve got a bag of tricks 
well i’ve got active love 
holding raps captive 
connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs 
sold off the raps i sung 
you’re all so old, but you’re acting young 
tricks are for kids 
and i told em, i had enough 



look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 



look at you 
look at you 
you little judgmental cunt 
now bitch look at you

4ria - screwface

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