I was watchlist certified at age 17 🤙🏻

Produced by Gullyspit
Engineered by Gullyspit

intro hook:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOK ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 

verse 1:
out here living with the jingos got me going really crazy
i ain’t tryna fight you cause my 45 got no safety 
bitch I, bitch I been that black tar i been that gutter baby
y’all can’t really phase me
talking to the cops probably signing affidavits
you ain’t scaring me boy look down at your hands
why they shaking? told them come collect they mans
y’all ain’t making moves hope y’all got another plan
she wanna make a movie told her don’t use any hands
bridge 1:
everybody hit the floor
they been aiming at the windows 
C4 and flip phone
send these fucker to the moon
I’m on my cleaver shit 
my m19 ho chi min shit
that bomb strapped to your Beamer
shit go ahead quick turn the keys
put your ass on CNN LIKE

Hook 2:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOKING ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 
THATS CAUSE THEY AINT LIKE ME
x2

breakdown:
fuck the BASSLINE y’all don’t sound right
this shit basic y’all just sound bites
yo audience is all fucking alt-right 
stuck in my basement waiting to die, I
pass the note to the teller 
tell her give me those funds
pipe bombs on the pipelines
y’all ain’t ready for the flood 
/INTERLUDE/
bridge 2:
everybody hit the floor
they be aiming at the windows 
C4 and flip phone
send these fucker to the moon
I’m on my cleaver shit 
my m19 ho chi min shit
that bomb strapped to your Beamer
shit go ahead quick turn the keys
put your ass on CNN

hook 3:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOK ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 
THATS CAUSE THEY AINT LIKE ME
x2
*out here living with the*
outro: 
y’all don’t really wanna play
get my money get the fuck up our way
on my dick on my dick
that’s where everybody stay
don’t waste my time
go ahead and gimme brain

Grozny

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I got no time for this 
y’all  better fucking move 
unless y’all really wanna die for this 
no question I got better shit to do
than rot in hell 
leave a message at the tone
then go kill your fucking self 

walking body bag like oogie must be Halloween
the blade made you an animal 
extension made you sub machine 
attention all I need
im getting blown like I’m stationed
All anybody wants is a 
shout out or a statement 

Bridge:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 

Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

Verse 2:
got no creation 
everything you spit I said before 
big scary man
but in the dms you a fucking whore
everyday another rung up on that ladder 
I promise at the top is a noose around the rafter 

alright alight alright  I get it 
I’ll stop hating 
I’ll focus on my passion
talking war against the nation
no industry gon plant me
IM PURE INDOTRINATION 
a gun inside my mouth 
so I can kill my occupation 

Bridge 2:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 
 
Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

SQUEAL CITY

WATCHLIST CERTIFIED

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Chorus 1:
hanging out that mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on 

Verse 1:
get a grip on this big fucking python
they don’t get the typa shit that I’m on
everybody found a hill that they can die on
if you don’t then let me help you find one

King Kong kill you insects in the pit
in sewer looking pretty 
with a needle in my wrist
if she thick I got somewhere she can sit
they want me to quit?
I hope that you stupid motherfuckers
eat a clip

and get Halloween right below the rib cage 
12 gauge to the ceiling that’s some good brain 
google what to do if she ain’t finish yet
get distracted buying weapons on the Internet 
fingers twitching in my pocket for cigarette 
I been itching for a reason make me do it
I been sticking to my guns it’s therapeutic
u been clinging to a trend and looking stupid

Chorus 2:
hanging out that mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on 

Breakdown:
i ain't really wanna do it 
but you made me 
what did I do?
tell why you hate me
can you keep me ?
maybe can you save me?
can you kill me ?
wrap me up
and take me?

never heard my songs but they fuck me 
I guess I got it poppin that’s a luxury
tryna hide it but they found it in discovery 
you talking way too fucking much
i need a  summary

Verse 2:
off the stacy I’m ruthless 
my brother pouring bruises
hitting from the back 
now she calling out Brutus 
you a rat 
you a mole
you a rufus
all bark hard to bite when you toothless
I know we been through this
underground Judas
all y’all get bea, hog tied, 
executed 

Interlude: SQUEAL

Chorus 3:
hanging out the mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on

STOLEN VALOR FIT

prod. @michaellinkbeats , @nimbus2k & me

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

this in my blood
this in my blood
this in my blood, shit
i do feel cooked
i did get cooked
my wrinkles roasted

im dry as fuck
i cant give much
i keep distortin shit

the story’s stuck, i can’t move past
i cant move past it 

True say, im bout to blow shit, hussein
cuz who said i couldnt flip script, fuck the world, give a new sway
doomsday, huh, never too far from a noose hanging
new days, i see the world through a new lens

and my shit packs a punch 
breakin chins with those joints
Pretty bitch wanna join
I aint got time i got hits to deploy

No serotonin keep movin on low
pushing my rotten body till it molds
thats a battle with my ego it goes 
And it goes and it goes and it goes

I lost my footing
falling backwards in the pit i’ve dugged
my head like pudding, pounding so hard i have to beat that noggin
but he kept on joggin till he sprints to the powder keg, to the hot bed
You could hide but in vain, like you stepped on a knife and you leaving a blood trail

buggin the boss
You’ll meet with a god
True maker of makers
I’m oozing the blisters
You sippin life from

Gargle with blood
I’m hating your guts
I’m hating the way y’all be livin
just fill me with rage and disgust

Gargle with blood
I’m hating your guts

this in my blood
this in my blood
this in my blood, shit
i do feel cooked
i did get cooked
my wrinkles roasted

im dry as fuck
i cant give much
i keep distortin shit
the story’s stuck, i can’t move past
i cant move past it

Blisters

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT +PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE+

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

I just talked about how I feel looking at you...

Ricky Ru The Jew - I Wanna See You

dont like Nas

SHOUTOUT FUCKING PCP

https://soundcloud.com/chrystallinepowder

prod. me 

i take my time w a cigeratte
been so bad with words lately that im concerned for my intelect
getting lost in the disconnect
do you mind if interject
rip my heart right out my chest and let me live as a sillouhete

shit been building up yeah
kill my feelins wit a pill n blunt 
yeah
voices screaming stupid pussy jump
yeah
so its kind a hard to give a fuck to give a fuck

my head hurts and im feelin this fuckin withdrawl
pins and needles feel my skin and its startin to crawl
hittin feet but i keep trippin i think that ill fall
kill my feelings im so sick of it all

im sorry psycho roots have built my roof
but im so far from you i cant know what to do
they told me fucking everything i always knew
so ima kill my voice and sing w .22s

shit been building up yeah
kill my feelins wit a pill n blunt 
yeah
voices screaming stupid pussy jump
yeah
so its kind a hard to give a fuck to give a fuck

life sucks
give no fucks
squash my brain with sand jugs
dare you one more fucking time to ask me why im acting up
daddy disappointed with my actions 
dont know what to say like fuck im sorry blah blah blah blah
brain imbalance kill me now bitch 

numbing myself down enough 
my stomachs full of cabernet
that rope and you a perfect pair
like screaming through a vocal tear

oh pcp sound edgy now
shut up brat ill pour epoxy down your throat
murder she wrote i gloat
as i leave you to rot

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