VP4L - KXNG X LEPRO$Y [PROD. BYERMASHOV]

Death365 (prod AMETHYST POSSE)

prod. @lunartalk

cold dark apartments and alleyway parties

I'm outa the speakers and into yo head

rhythmic arrhythmic I'm calculated 

the way that I paint it and now you see red

I promise you hommie hypnotic and holy

you follow my meaning and hear what I said

weed in you hand with that drink in your belly

It's scary how closely you follow the dead


maybe it's habit or maybe your habitat

either-way breath let it all be unsaid

down in the culdesac smoking your handicap

parasite walking the streets that you tread

follow my lips 

watch as I dictate the way that you trip

every line hits like the back of the drip

drugs are my vehicle you are my bitch

feeling that itch as I pick at your core

can't look away from the horror in store

feeling the surface scum run for the door

demons and devils a snake in the score

even me out 

flip on the fear

try to pretend that it's not in your ears

feel the impurity sink to the floor

hide from the sickness you know disapears

-------------------------------------------------------

scared and erratic a panic fanatic 

the pressure is static your mood systematic

your're idiosyncratic and undiplomatic

your're psychosomatic sporadic it's drastic

a sadist a vagrant your're faded your're jaded

your're wasted impatient disorientated

degraded and latent and brimming with hatred

you hate it you wish you could be sedated



flow is so evil and toxic

really there's no way to stop it 

shit is so sick it's hypnotic

burn through your soul bitch I'm caustic

constantly living in hell this room is your jail your bed is your grave

slaving away for that minimum wage 

smoke till your feeling the weight of your cage

feeding you shit that you want

i got the shit that shit that you crave

Summon the demon that haunts you

leaving you sick and depraved

struggle to breath shit is nauseous

working my way in subconscious

I won't leave easy I promise

I am not here for the profit


tossing your easy I'm feasibly dangerous

make you feel queasy and weak is my aim just

give in to me and let make your flame hushed

forget your name and the reason you came what

you want to do i do better in bulk

you follow words from my mouth like a cult

you want the feeling and I get results

I got the sickness that's makes you repulsed

The Sickness (prod. lunarvision)

slanging diesel
leave them leaking bleeding
gonna fill that pussy up and then repeat it 
had some friends I don’t fucking need 'em
all that muddy cupping now u fighting sleepy

onyx gripping on the rocky
bullets pulling punches fingers do the fighting
fuck 
never sleeping always foggy Molly in morning 
bloody from the grinding 
fuck

smoking thraxx popping rox
say u got a gang ain’t even got a block 

voices be talkin a lot
my problem w razors the cuts tend to clot

boy put a pin on yo spot
the front door got windows not thinking a lot 

boy I ain’t coming to talk
texting me please lil bitch better duck

lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback  (yuh, aye)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh, aye)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh)


bitch did I stutter 
when I came in I said dumpster or the gutter 
why you pale I guess you never been a cutter
bitch gonna suffer 
better look me in the eyes 
motherfucker
now you know you fucking dealing with a monster 

bitch I’m obsessed with amphetamines 
I been a gutter boy since I was 17 
Demon king stay with promethazine
my stomach fucked up so I don’t eat anything 

bitch I’m possessed by the fear in me
stay in the gutter you already dead to me 
Demon king stay with the bluish beam
my head is stuck now your life don’t mean anything 

lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback  (yuh, aye)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh, aye)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh)

Lean In

Vocals : @gullyspit
Artwork : @hxnch / instagram.com/hxnch

Lyrics :
I cannot die 
I’m a god
teasing my knife 
to the flesh of my arm 

bitch got me 
topped off
for I jump in the gutter 
my throat starts to drip
as I rot from the hunger

leading these pigs to slaughter 
before you I sin forgive me holy father

I fucked up 

and you cannot save me today 
pray that I fade into grey 

the stencil is broken 

the motion decays 

open you mouth you get fucked 

you got the blade keep it tucked

I got a bucket of lungs 
and chainsaw 

trying to stay calm 
but you sweating and shaking 
like sluts under palm 
best be ready and wait for the taking 
I won’t be too long 

breaking a soul ain’t an issue 
you reek like a game of these thrones
I appease you 

now please let the past be a suture
and let me consume all these shots 
from the reuger

a hunnid lil pills 
put an end to my future 
designer my drugs 
I’m designed by my issues 

I piss thru a check 
and get right back to misuse
fuck kicking my habit
the habit abusive

I cannot fucking believe that I’m 
cutting again 
like a moth to the flame 
is a blade to my skin
bitch 
am I too violent for you
am I too fucking twisted 
the knot of a noose
but in a few minute 
I’m gasping and clawing 
I don’t wanna die 
but the siren is calling 
and it’s fucking seducing 
and playing its role
my luck here is ending 
I’m paying the toll

I CANNOT DIE I'M A GOD (w/ GULLYSPiT)

Featuring and co produced with @istasha

go listen to all his music or ur lame

Lyrics:

bridge: Na$tii
came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked 
you don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck
40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping
come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust 
x2
verse 1: Na$tii
young dirty cutter 
yeah my skin look like a battleground 
staring at the lock, pick a time 
to come up in the house
shawty wanna fuck but affection
put you in the ground 
couple plastics bags and a tank
I won’t make a sound 

I won’t say a fucking word
u ain’t listen anyway 
put you in the dirt
or jus leave you in the alleyway
bro he mixing chemicals 
now they going in my veins 
bitch I’m a guerrilla 
bloc black I’m renegade 

chorus: Na$tii
killer got a gun
killer got a god complex 
x4

bridge repeats: Na$tii

Verse 2: @istasha
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

Drain 
When your left up 
Uh 
Running it back on medicine 
Never set up 

One with no face 
But his chest up 
bout to see you wreck it like 
Honestly not a bother in novelty 
Uh

Shooting it over off like a javelin 
Split open wigs like a pair of pins 
Inattention 

Knock on the frame and the seams degraded
Facing the cages your locked and faded

Fucking with no false light 
the stasis 
Break open crack out the places
Sought it into pathos and lost in oasis
Turning over
Bitch and then you're back into your basics 

chorus: @istasha 
Killer got a gun 
Killer got a god complex
x8

outdo: @istasha 
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

God Complex Ft. Istasha The Scrub

Prod. Na$tii

Chorus:
where is yo iron at u look anemic 
u lost a homie hope it get repeated 
all of these comments gon leave you deleted 
you make the wrong move n yo body in pieces 

Verse: 
lighting up sticks over rocks like caveman 
beat em so bad I don’t know where his face at 
no Walter white but that bitch gonna break bad 
DMT lab in the crib wear a face mask 
you get replaced fast 
bitch I’m conceded
448 
we might get through weekend
lil bitch why you speaking 
I time out my day with scale 
but this not show n tell
u will not catch me tweaking 

I beat up when I’m in the g spot
I need me detox 
fuck it re-up
you wanna play with that lil desert eagle
I wanna snatch it and bust through a peephole

fuck it I’m looking for smoke
I bust in like fireman 
praying for mercy
that shit is inspiring 
laying em off 
like it’s early retirement 
word up to nascar cause I’m hearing 
“sirens”

Chorus Repeats

Anemic

Raging alcoholism type track. 
@c3of
@lvstforpain
@ventingpalace
prod @wyntyr
Art @c3of @ventingpalace

[LORD DISTORTION]
Fuck an opp
Head leaking throw the molotov
Saw it off
Pussy pull up and he falling off
Fuck your set
Tuck that semi with the hover jet
Bus it then
Flip that product boutta come again

Lethalist weapon I'm trippin not seeing direction
Its Feverish dreams in a separate dimension
Firvilous figure that pistol go screeching its endless
Get left in the river so seeping and wetted

I whip out the beam and its ended
I sell to fiends in the section
Fuck with the piece with the weapon
I pop a bean to forget it

wanna come up at the set
Spaz go bussin instead
that mag blow bodies in check
Got your girl in the bottomless depths

[PAPA SLEEP]
Break in your house and I kick in your head
Sipping that dirty sipping that fluoride
Pigs pull me over I know that a cop died

I'm boutta bust
You bite the dust
Rip off the crust
No one to trust

Too much testorone blow out your veins
Play dead like a possum you all the same
You boutta blow like the drum in your mouth
You got that poor taste irony sweeter than sorbet

Baseball bat to the head we be playing blood sports
Dirty stick I pick it up right up off the ground
You so greasy cant get bound down
Bounce out
Ain't about the Gaza watch your luck run out
better getting to running now

[LVST]
ay ay

pull to yo block with the k

tucking the 40 right next to the blade

blade to yo face if you throwing that shade

ahhhhh

why are u pussys still sippin on lean

yall a clone of the image dont copy the team

heroin needles bitch i am a feen

epidermic king but im still lookin clean

plenty green
on the scene
with a beam
at yo spleen
russian cream
with the kush
wait she gotta bush
she talking to much had to tell her to sush
plot the 11 like reagan and bush

pussy so pink like strawberry crush
you be making no bands man u blow it and flush
stomp your head till u purple and turned into mush
u dont know bout my limits till all of them pushed

[VENTING PALACE]
I'M KICKIN THE BUCKET BITCH FUCK THIS
I NEED A NYMPHO WHO LOCKS LIPS
YOU AND YOUR OTHER STAY SMOKIN' THAT CAT PISS
RUN UP ON THE SET YOU GET PRICKED LIKE A CACTUS

TIP TOEING
SNEAK DISSIN'
DABBIN' UP
SOME LIVE RESIN
QUIT BITCHIN'
THE RAP GAME IS MY MISSION
YOUR FLOWS LAME
AIN'T CREATIVE
YOU BETTER GET BETTER
BEFORE WE TAKE OVER BOY
WHY ARE YOU FLEXIN
YOUR MUSCLES LOOK FRAGILE BOY
I KEEP A KNIFE IN MY CORDUROYS
JUST IN CASE ANYONE LACKIN JOY

GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP
GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP

GAZA 2500 w/ SAINT SLEEP, LVST, VENTING PALACE [PROD. LUCY WYNTERS]

Second single taken off "Cytopathic". Coming next month!

WITH: @GULLYSPIT & @DEPTHSTRIDA
PROD: @KIRAWTHESAVIOR
MIX: @NAVVVI
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[SAINT SLEEP]
I got that cough so we set it up
Come to your block then I wet it up
Invite the virus inside of your home
Enter veins now you ape shit
Bad to the bone marrow
Black widow tap on your eyelids
Clip rip through your bitch catch her carcass on the floormat

I don't care where you been
I don't care what you seen
Mucus found on the scene

Xanax in the slammer slanging bodies out the cellar
Bet I find your skeleton hanging on the park bench
Car bent out of shape
Face down in the shit stain
Quarantine the whole trap spray the germs off the chain

DESIGNER GET STRIPPED OFF THE BODY PILE
BITCHES SELLING VACCINES ON THE BLOCK I THINK I NEED IT NOW

[BRIDGE]
Nothing left now but a dead scene and a deadlock
Burnt bridges nowhere left to go homie gotta let go
Let go
Let go
Tell me when you let go
Let go
Homie gotta let go

[GULLYSPiT]
Piss out the misery
Coke in my blood if it spill I go surfing
Get with the program or get labelled worthless
It’s not a sickness just rot on the surface
Bio-machinery ticks like a clock
Chase it with lime now the gears met a rock
Invade the middle then go back and bomb all the chalk
I know the air leave you choking but think of the stock

Pinned like an animal, pathogen phoenix
Fuck with yo mental, restructure the helix
Believe in nothing get killed with the heathens
I know it’s hard but you better not fight the adhesion
I know the lesion grows faster, increasing the fracture
With stress it reopens, no treating the cancer
Were hoping it sells

Can’t hear the siren it’s drowning itself
Doc made a promise these pills do me well
Doc made a promise that imma get right
What does he know?
Carried away by the night
I hear the silence it’s grows
I’m at the end of the rope
I know that I gotta go
Gotta let go
Gotta let go

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Peel off the surface that humans call skin
Im the disease theres no way you can win
Creep thru the city they buried me in
And father forgive me cause I commit sins
Bitch I strida walk right through your block
Ay fuck with me you get wet up
Ay they call me the devils blood
Cause I stomp humans to the ground

Ay im a virus
And you gon die from me
Okay, call me the medics
And they will run in fear
(Contagious contagious
I think I caused a plague bitch)x2

Cytopathic

Quarantine ft. Gullyspit & Depth Strida

Stream/Buy

Quarantine ft. Gullyspit & Depth Strida [prod. kiraw]

VOCALS
@fenrirprod
@necrolvnn
BEAT
@estheticgloom
@stvrfire
ART
@c3of

[LYRICS]

[FENRIR]

Gun em down 
Fucking clown
Fucking suffocate 
Run up on a motherfucker watch the pussy mutate 
Come on little piece of shit ill knock your fucking teeth out 
Everybody hating but i still love soundcloud


Woo! For et sjakk trekk trenger mekke plett 
Dette e så lett stjernemannen tar et trekk
E så ute 
På narkotika 
E i rute 
Ned til afrika

STVRFIRE fucking kill em all
Put em in dirt while we standing tall
Watch the pussys crawl bring em to their knees let them all fall stacking up casualties

Mann mekker noe satans god fisk! 
Stikker bort til frysedisken vippser noe tips
Gi meg komplinenter... eg trenger det
Eg har saus eg e seig men eg dreper det

[NECROLYNN]

Put em down
underground
set the record straight
none of you got anything over abyssal clique
boy you better fucking bow down or you'll meet your fate
gun these fucking clowns down serve em on a plate

j'ai des cartouches plein les poches fais gaffe à toi si t'es proche
massacrer me donne un rush prépare toi quelque chose d'atroce
avec les syllabes que je crache les clébards comme toi s'arrachent
moi je tire et toi tu te caches rien n'échappera à ma rage

Fuck being at the top
i'm going six feet deep I cannot stop
Voice like a chainsaw
I saw you acting tough so i rev it up


I am the antithesis of everything that is sacred
I do it all the other way yeah watch me Strida moonwalking
are you done talking 
gonna start chopping
put you in a coffin and i'll watch your corpse rotting

Put em down
underground
set the record straight
none of you got anything over abyssal clique
boy you better fucking bow down or you'll meet your fate
gun these fucking clowns down serve em on a plate 

Put em down
underground
set the record straight
none of you got anything over abyssal clique
boy you better fucking bow down or you'll meet your fate
gun these fucking clowns down serve em on a plate

RUN UP (feat. FENRIR & NECROLYNN)(prod. STVRFIRE & Esthetic Gloom)

Are we having fun yet?
Produced by: @obssscure
Lyrics:
I Handle suppressors that man gonna enter
He slip out the cut put that Hand in the blender
We Gonna pop out we demanding an answer
To nothing compliance becoming my standard

Lil ways
I got all these shits to make
Bitch I fuck around she giving top while on the interstate
I'm about to eat from all the items on your dinner plate
Now I'm feeling hungry mother fucker gonna slip away

Now I got bugs
Now I got slugs
He was just talking but now he be done
I dont need love
I dont need drugs
I just need homie to shut the fuck up

Like why is he speaking hes spoken enough
Boy get a beating like he be a drum
Broke the machine and we taking the sum
Like What is he pulling we put on the gloves

We gon dump his weight off
Make the rounds and break off
Put the pressure on a leech
And we cut the snake off

Dont get caught in the cross hairs uhh
pull up bitch and it's all air uhh
So much grind that it's not fair uhh
Up on your house and we stop there uhh

Say that your homies all brought they guns
Dont see shit
Cept your all scared fuck
Bitch wanna see you prepared for none
No witness gonna tell no one

SUPPRESSOR [PROD. OBSCURE]

WELCOME TO THE VIOLENCE CLUB

LOCAL HEROIN

UGLY UGLY UGLY