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rest in peace to all of the people who died and couldn’t get to listen to this masterpiece 

a meeting of brilliance w this song, fucking filthy 

(Lyrics)
God 
Hands up it’s a stick up
Bitch I came back to kill 
I’m no quitter 
So sick of the fuck shit 
Fuck it, might pick up that gun 
And bust the rust off that bitch 
It function trust 

You niggas talk shit right?
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
But act like you don’t 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Said he want a fist fight? 
Well fuck that, I let it blow 
Kick in yo door right 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Run through yo home 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
And if I heard right then yo shawty like dick 
I’m bending her over 
Uh Huh Uh Huh Huh

Yuh I have never once folded 
I’m too bold 
Still three loaded 
That’s four holes the fye just disposed 
They six below 
Through dirt the hole of any fuck nigga wanna test 
If it’s up they could suck dick and know that I’m the best 
Bitch I puff my chest then cut the neck 
And punt the fucking head off anybody trynna duck respect 
Cause what’s worse than death 
Is if I decide to slide through -
I’m leaving nothing left 
And I’m putting it on god 
If I step up in the room bitch it’s tombstones 
Niggas know that I’m they doom 
When they see me getting boomed 
Bitch I move just like a ghoul when the moon low 
And I know just how they maneuver 
Stop acting fucking stupid


You niggas talk shit right?
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
But act like you don’t 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Said he want a fist fight? 
Well fuck that, I let it blow 
Kick in yo door right 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Run through yo home 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
And if I heard right then yo shawty like dick 
I’m bending her over 
Uh Huh Uh Huh Huh


Warning! Take caution when I step up on the field
Summon the don, then you gon feel this stainless steel
Solving my problems when I cock it back and peel
No more remorse when I

Send that shiver down your spine
All black shadow my disguise 
Turned to stone, you paralysed
Venom leaking from my eyes
No surprise, when you all meet your demise

Mind control tactics
I’m problematic
Melt you to acid
Fake boy you plastic
Hole in the wall
Like where all you rats live
You gon fear the don
The motherfuckin Blood God
Okay

Moving kamakazi
Choppa fucking hungry, let it eat like a buffet, uh
Adrenaline rushing
But who gonna stop me
Yeah who gonna top me 
No one
I am the don
No I am a god
Of the realm that you walk 
I’m chosen 
Bones can be broken 
Ash can be smoked
If the wrong words have been spoken

You niggas talk shit right?
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
But act like you don’t 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Said he want a fist fight? 
Well fuck that, I let it blow 
Kick in yo door right 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Run through yo home 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
And if I heard right then yo shawty like dick 
I’m bending her over 
Uh Huh Uh Huh Huh

I’m a real grave digger 
And could really get you offed 
How you rap but think you good at it 
That shit got me appalled 
Got a pole in my jeans you better prep for the assault 
It ain’t my fault you talking outta line 
Fuck the jokes 
Imma drive down maple looking for them tweakers calling 
Let em smoke my joint and when he’s high that’s when I’m finna rob him 
Then I slide the next day sell him an 8th cause he forgot it 
Then I do that shit again cause I’m addicted to the profit! 
Got some haters on my line that’s doing nothing with they life 
Even said that he’d slide but I’m dolo with no pipe 
Walking through the night 
Knowing if he press me then he won’t survive 
Triple 9 the set I get my demons glock 9s

UH HUH

UH HUH ft. DAEGHO & LXXIV (prod. DEATHW!SH)

i might not breathe 
bring out the hatred 
and devil in me 
bitch 
closing my teeth 
silence is more than just 
blanketing me 
fuck 
stuck underneath 
underground? i been stuck underneath 
bent my back for people smaller than me 
and you broke that trust
now you're bothering me 

now 
when it begins 
i might stomp and stab a couple of ribs 
i might grab and dip a couple of twigs
and ill paint that brain on the hood of the whip 
it's the clearest day for a puddle of piss if a pebble falls will it roll to the rock 
talking like the fucking cream of the crop 
is a sentence to death like a rat to a hawk 

now ill say this again 
first you must suffer to reign among men 
i cannot finish what never commenced 
to the start of the life 
to the brink of my death 
the chain of my youth 
felt so alone with nobody to soothe 
another stone thrown 
to the unlucky few 
that had nothing to eat 
that had nowhere to puke 


look 
down 
look down 
down 


just look down
little suffering for nobody now 


to the television 
to the public vision 
to the fucking prisons 
who the fuck is kidding 
you people get convicted 
like a competition 
like incompetence is in your fucking mission 
with that low ambition 
blame it on conditions 
that silver spoon is saying something different

REIGN [PROD. SUNI VEGA]

THE PERSON I USED TO BE DIED IN DECEMBER (PROD. NETUH)

CANSINO x GULLYSPIT
@luiscansino

Hung Up

Intro:
He's lost himself in the dark swirling abyss
Is He a man or a monster?
God Says Please Dont go to Hell

Verse 1:
smile wide lemme see those fucking pearly whites 
in the city with the rats and little dirty mites
saw tooth on the blade that’s a dirty fight 
big boot to the face that’s a kiss goodnight 
breath deep don’t let that fucking roach die
in my finger tips the ashes covered both sides 
you in her dms and I’m sliding in her throat right 
you carpe diem till they show you where rope tie
now imma need to yall to please shut that fucking mouth 
underground all I see is fucking circus clowns 
need an ounce and some woods 
kick my feet up 
hit me with those eyes
and I know I’m about to beat it up
on that crime wave flow 
I’m on that punishment 
no one better then
line em up and let it spin 
i don’t see the benefit 
your persona secondhand
living on the blacklist
gullyspit is contraband 

wake up 
this is Disneyland with dirty needles
from the terror need a girl who can inhale my evil
big teeth skin mask kerosene rag
hang me on the rack with the other shiny pretty people 

Bridge:
everything is sweating 
everything is burning up 
everything is less than 
everything is dirty cup
everything is fucking piss
everything is rot
everything is bullets 
everything is getting fucking shot

starting running

Verse 2:
evil messages been wrapped up in that bottle
indulging every word 
till it’s exploited like a brothel 
every curve is cut with swords
as bending knees prepare to grovel
the written law is  war
angry hordes are getting hostile 
but that’s not my problem 
I got my head down in the sand my lord
one hundred years of solitude 
to get those fruit in stores
violent heads with busy hands
banana clips and gore 
they can’t trap it in that bottle 
once it’s spoke the word is born 
empty houses 
full of smoke and rotten plaster
every minute I’m awake I’m drifting 
straight towards disaster 
rotten food atop the platters
pills get broken in my body like fracture 
a bullet to my head all thanks to thatcher 
a pound of gold 
for every dead politician on my doorstep
that’s a joke
don’t get your little necks contorted 
train spotting get your spirit
drawn and quartered 
they said focus on your breathing
nevermind the water boarding

THE MACHINES ALREADY DEAD

Hung Up

Hung Up w/Cansino

CANSINO x GULLYSPIT
@luiscansino

100 Freaks
Lyrics:
They told I been waiting too long
I need to stick the knife back in them
They get so impatient cause they waiting for that platinum
Got no motivation I’m still beating up a track like it’s
a bastard please relax taping drywall how I plaster them
Ten whole days I been living in that ruin
Mega-city monolith I'm feeling barley human
In the stomach of that beast and it’s gruesome
I guess I better sit down in the corner 
and stay wrapped in my delusions
Put your gas mask on it’s time to wake up
Breathing in that helium the tubes have all been taped up
Crushed by little numbers it gets scraped up
Powder in my grey matter make it worth the pay cut, don’t play us
Wrist deep ripping coins out of my stomach
Thousand little eyes at my fingers and I love it
Dirty little pieces running water on the dishes
Bio-shocking how your daughter getting drilled over syringes

A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks

Draining out my IV on the floor let it leak
Red lines on my eyes cause I cannot get to sleep
No i cannot even dream 
To distracted by the fiends and the smell 
of all these dead fucking sheep
Step after step after step 
Bitch we walking with the concubines
Go inside and get pretty little valentine
In her eyes I can see what’s coming next
Heartless as an Aztec rolling down the temple steps
The machine been fucking dead
But your still up in its stomach
Everything is real just remember not to touch it
But I cannot shake the feeling
that I’m rotten and I love it
I’m in public with the sewer rats
Banging on a drumstick

Y'all really can't shut the fuck up
I swear to god

A hundred rooms 
A hundred dead fucking freaks

Sub machine got a whole new fucking meaning
Wired up my skin it’s tracking back into the ceiling
Got me coming in like clockwork till that
Orange started peeling
Her face is fucking pretty I can’t wait to see them leaning
Till I got the bed frame shaking 
Like an inmate getting put down in basement
Give them roughly two weeks 
You can talk to your replacement
or go and get your head caved in on top the pavement
Silhouettes of bodies piled,
Evidence of knives and guts
It started with a trial 
Ending up indulging cuts
Reflection of my face on that steel covered blood
Stabbed to death in your apartment
No one heard it cause the tv loud as fuck
Waiting for the music
Go enjoy the symphony
The conductor been abusive
Might die inside a cubicle now go make sure your noose fits
I take what I need and I abuse it
You say one more word and imma lose it

A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks

100 Freaks w/Cansino

Lyrics:

A pound of Raw liver is how I start my day
out hunting for moose and the juice I crave
I won’t let a grass eater stand in my way
Do you think the law protects you from someone like me
I will cut your fucking head off and watch as you bleed
I love the way the steam mix in with concrete
And I’ll stab your brain so deep you’ll think it’s a dream
You will die so fucking fast your body thinks it’s asleep 
I am carving through your liver
Your heart is tasting bitter
All you fucking sinners I’m the monster you consider 
Tie her up and skin her no one fucking with my dinner
Carving through the innards I’m not exactly a beginner

You’re not my usual prey just too weak to stay
And you are nothing more than they say cuz you got wool in your brain
Embers starts emerging from inside the deepest pits of my rage

You’re the weakest motherfuckers on this planet that I ever saw
Cut your head in half and split you open as I break your jaw
All you do is cry you fucking pussy with the nails declawed
Never will you use your mind just listen to the sound of fraud
Have some fucking honor and self-worth or get down and crawl 
It’s hard to even imagine the ignorance
that reside in you all

Funny how the woke is asleep and broke
Funny how you weep when I break your bones
Fail to be deceased and I will help you choke
Im the founder of the death to the weak cult

DEATH TO THE WEAK CULT

pleasegod transport tribute 
⛓️PROD.DEADPRAYER ⛓️

PATROL

FUCKERY w/ Kill Ebola

In the order they appear @mugetsu117 , Na$tii, @xbruxismx, @okaminokami666, @depthstrida 

Shoutout everyone involved , Go listen to all their music <3

Produced by Na$tii

Intro :
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.

Verse 1: Mugxtsu
Police man ask you to put your fkg hands up.
I tell you your head's gonna fkg blow up.
Blood on my face, knife in my place,
I've been arming myself.
Raise raise raise your fkg soul up.

Some around do not seem to understand.
(Oh no)
I can say that I've been here too long.
(Too fkg long)

Chorus: Mugxstu
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.

Verse 2: Na$tii
this is that madness 
don’t fuck with me 
it is not up to me
you can get laid out 

tripping like Alice 
I cut down the money tree 
u wanted smoke
what u bang now? 

you is a pup get yo fangs out 
or prepare die 
put em him the sky 
walking on his grave 
look she gonna cry 
baby imma fucking pimp that butterfly 
lil bitch

damn how the fuck u gon  spill all my kids on the floor
bitch off the molly but my dick was running on coke
na$tii Lil cutta I’m fucked so I need her to choke
she get text from her man and she limp out the door

got a grip 
Oh my god 
I might wave round it public 

get a brick
Molotov 
anything to it started 

throwing bottles at the cops
I’m with the gang 
we get it poppin 

shawty wanna stay w us 
that mean she staying broke hearted 
lil bitch 

Chorus Repeats:

Verse 3: Bruxism
hexes and curses increasingly burdering
 ritual purposes lurking then surfacing
Feel it encirciling worsening harvesting
Bargain with power you'll never be harnessing
Digital waste the pollution of men
Tear it all down build it up all again
We are the faceless the evilest sins
Living among you like murderous kins
Stop
Flesh turned to sickening rot
Nothing is left of the ops
Atomic like shit that we drop
Surrender before you get mobbed
You what they call a facade
I'm not an demon I'm really a god
But I bet that you knew that all along

Verse 4: Okaminokami
Uh   
Popin a pill in the backseat   
Shawty she fw me heavy  
I pull swinging   Go gadget machete   My pistol shoot auto   Go stupid   Go crazy   Succubus Shawty Tryna have my babies   I command the demon army   Bo Betty   I move in silence   I feel like I'm Freddy  Can't step in the day time   They out to get me   
Shawtt a witch & she leaking out potion   Put chains on my neck just to show my devotion   
My head is broken   I caved from the fall   I challenge god   & I'm riskin it all   Okaminokami   I'm basically ra  
If we fuckin   Full her up with a cross   
Fuck kamis   Tryna regain the gauss   
My mind is mine   It is not yours to rob   
I cannot fw humans kill em  Split her with a scythe   & let her tummy fall   
She got no titties   Why she buying bras   
I need a 30 vertical my jaw   I blow the brains out a goat   
Take the tail   & turn it to a rope   
Get another just to tie round throat   Kick the chair   & then struggle to cope  

Verse 5: Depth Strida
2 shots 1 glock
you done fucked up
lot of bad luck
washed down make up
bitch i came up
from the nether
just to fuck your empty head up

feel like im dying 
why do i keep trying?
shit i feel so dead inside
emotions diving
i stay silent
bad shit always on my mind

no point in crying
i keep biting
till you fucking give up
enter the  silence pulse is rising find myself in handcuffs

shit ive done fucked up
i might need a minute
oh man i cant stop
need another drug
everything thats real sucks
pain aint acute, nothing gets better
endless ladder

Verse 6: Mugxstu
Ever try to set me free, those arent here to relate.
Difference is all about you and me.
Ever try to set me free, those arent here to relate.
This is madness, this madness, this is madness.

Kriminel Ft. Mugxtsu, Bruxism, Okaminokami, & Depth Strida

GULLY track 9 featuring @istasha and @auxking

Produced, mixed and mastered by Na$tii @nastiitaxii

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Na$tii
I’m in your pocket pot of greed
just how it’s got to be 
it ain’t no different 
than these doctors 
at these pharmacy
it ain’t addiction 
this is orchestrated policy 
talking visions of a future 
where the boot is not just 
stomping out our will to breath 
and 
I can speak it honestly 
it doesn’t matter
middle finger to police 
2 warning shots 
then we scatter 
I beleive we need a leader 
y’all are happy w a master 
when you shoot em my advice is either stomach or the bladder 

you bum ass little actors know you copy the script
when that gun sounds  it’ll separate the sharks from the shrimp 
you come at any one of us we gonna clap till u limp 
throw ya body in Styx all that I feel is contempt 

Chorus: Na$tii
shit I must ask 
forest why you run fast?
forest why you got all those prescriptions 
from the drug lab ?
forest why they saying that you stupid 
 front the whole class 
they don’t know we always gon be running 
and they hate that you can run fast 
x2 

Verse 2: Na$tii
double up the bag
and hit with the vaseline
the mini pigs well never tag it 
slipping through security 
never picky but for drugs i need the purity 
never wrap it but can’t have another mouth to feed
honestly its getting pretty cheap to pay the tweaker fee 
I tell em place the burner 
right beneath the tank of gasoline 
blowing out the window screen 
member smoking pounds of green 
and sippin in the kitchen as we 
ashing in the fucking sink 
rick moranis looking ass 
go find a kid to shrink 
when you pull the trigger 
pay attention not to  fucking blink 
shawty want a ring 
i gave her one at finger length 
y’all love to follow 
I’m afraid you lost the skill to think 
turned creator to consumer 
with that kool aid drink 
when u run up ya margins 
theirs is larger shit so outta sync
with ya girl the other week she got some crazy kinks
face don’t match the body
guess I’ll call that  bitch a fucking sphinx

Chorus:

Verse 2: Istasha
Cryptic as a Cicada
When locked 
Grasping my jaw 
So pry it open; my mouth it appears Vacated enough 

Self worth of Tardigrade in a gutter 
I gotta depleted the premium 
eat it to be Persuaded Later 

Run Just overclock
The doc got prescriptions 
serving of mescaline 
Resting upon the shelf in the shelter
Renew the print Over counter 
You wash 
Chase it down gallons cattle broth 
Hit the Clorox bottle bouncing off the tarmacGot a Full set rinse
All of my Brushes set aside just ain’t 
Ain’t the same fucking thing 
All of my vices are mnemonic 
I got that antigen again 
Taste just like a can of paint 
Second drop down in seconds 
Stop to track it got no mentsu

Hand folding to stress 
Like a Diamond 
ace surveillance cellar 

No saving 

Brain Run in a mess 
Like it’s Simon says with Hellen Keller 

Pre Chorus: Istasha
Shit I must ask 
Forest why you run fast
Forest why you got all those prescriptions from the drug lab 
Forest why they saying that you’re stupid front he whole class
They don’t know we always gon be running and they hate that you can run fast

Chorus Repeats:

Forrest Ft. Istasha & Auxxk

FUNFORTHEWHOLEFAM!LY !PROD MATHIASTYNER!

WELCOME TO THE VIOLENCE CLUB

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UGLY UGLY UGLY

Forrest Ft. Istasha & Auxxk

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