lit asf 6

Produced by Bhasper 
Engineering by ProdJordanJay

Lyrics:

This dope that i smoke 
Leave you faded to the bone 
Outta zone
all alone
I got sins you can’t atone
been on my own
even when i wasn’t grown
Fuck a loan
I own everything 
that i own 
fuck a throne
Just tryna get blown
and Be 
A better unknown
motherfuckas glued to their phone 
They wouldn’t know a good time
even if it was shown

It’s already been established 
That I got mental issues
Stress will age you
My thoughts
Never have a curfew  
These drugs 
Can and will destroy you 
Paranoid 
My mental illness 
Ain’t your costume 
You’d kill yourself if you lived in these shoes
And  OD from the  drugs I consume 
Do’s and Don’ts
We’re never taught to me 
There is nothing else 
No apostrophe  
I am empty 
Dwelling in this agony 
I can’t help but panic 
what’s next for me
a life  
not lived 
is a sin 
figuratively and literally 
 I can get under your skin 
IF YOU’RE FEELING TIRED
then you’re preaching to the choir 
how you talk a lot 
but you really ain’t say nothin 
bitch my livers been failing 
but what’s new
i’ve been a failure ever since i left the whom
couldn’t even succeed at suicide 
i don’t even know who I am Inside 
I see all these pseudo intellectuals
 in the comments 
Trying to gate keep hip hop  
And hate on my content. 
Saying I needa stop making music 
that my stuff is fuckin garbage
Ha
This is real rap
Quit it with your persona 
Or I’ll send your motherfuckin ass Jehovah 
No fucks given 
Not even an iota 
Got people who want me dead from the UK 
To TACOMA 
I BEG THEM TO COME KILL ME
SO I DONT GOTTA SUFFER 
Crazy motherfucka 
Habitual loner
I would take a bullet for no one but my mother
Window paint
Gel tabs with some gold flakes
Flat affect 
Gotta Emotionless face 
Dump your body in some chemicals
Now you’re Unidentifiable 
No pump fakes
Bitch I’m all in 

Glad I got a pot to piss in 
Feeling brazen 
Most my life I’ve wanted to run before I could walk 
Plagued by these thoughts 
Hate when my hallucinations begin to talk
I bottle my shit up 
Always getting fucked up
Do a whole line just to wake me back up

Just 
Tryin keep my head afloat 
What is life
When I wake up just to grieve some more 
Hungover laying on the floor 
Pain getting worse 
Hopped out the whip
Like it was a  hearse 
But I don’t feel reborn 
ash on the floor board  
I feel so forlorn 
Doing enough drugs to kill a horse 
You ask me how I’m doing 
Alive but dead Inside 
That will be my reply 
I feel so fucked up 
Everytime that I think of you I lose Mind 
Cause I know that 
I will never again 
Get to speak to you 
I Held his body 
As his energy floated off into space 
Gasping for air like a fish out of water 
No one can fathom 
the anguish that I harbor

To Whom It May Concern (Prod. Bhasper)

A single from Eidolons debut project "Quest" coming soon. 
Comment on this track if you recognize the sample at the beginning. 

Mixed and Mastered @thornwallstudios

Dragon's Breath ft. soap. (Prod. Stvrfire)

HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

BUY / STREAM 
https://music.haarper.net/CINNAMON

FOLLOW HAARPER
SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3v0QT...
https://instagram.com/haarper7
https://twitter.com/haarper77

-

LYRICS -
Armored tank to the bank, no usher
Uppin my ranks 
Reinforced for the clutter
Nonsense noise
All they do is go stutter
Make her drop blouse 
Make her heart go flutter
More money, more problems
No problem for me
I do this for my kin
Do it for my family
Get the Benjamins in
You dont want no static
Go and be frank 
This could end up tragic

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

Burn em like sage
Burn em like mage
Bringing my rage
Put em in a new age
Bringin new plague
Defiler gon aid
You boutta get played
While I fuck yo dame
She tradin yo chamomile 
For some kool-aid 
My ammo field got me rubys and Diamonds 
Gon pop a bullet like hymen right through ya cranium

Ridin the beamer
I seen ya 
I tore ya team up like Cena
They couldnt see me like Sia
Charge up my soul with that kiai
Im goin grizzly, im busy makin yo number thin lizzy
They cannot hit me im Lee
Boutta drop weights off my fate

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

Streaming links - https://linktr.ee/yd0ubler

Buy Official YDoubleR merch here - https://ydoubler-merch.creator-spring.com

Follow YDoubleR
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/yd0ubler/
SoundCloud - https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/LerNz1PWAS6HgQiTA
Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/artist/6GQtEMdBhSz5wc4tZM53dy?si=heW24mTnTUKejVJxdJQ6Kw

FACESPLIT [PROD. BIV]

lyrics:

My double cup is fulla blood
I pull up thumpin with the heat ray
Loadin up a slug, I hit a fucker
Make him freeze frame
Don't care where you from
Could give a fuck about what he say
Open up a cut, I'm boutta decay huh
Cuz I got rot, whatchu want?
I got rounds in the front
"I get stacks, I get racks, I get packs"
What a stunt
I get brain in the back, boutta crash
Hit the pump
I can rap, that's a fact
So tryna act gon get you slumped

Wait, whoa
He think he dope huh?
I'm choppin bodies keep em swingin from the ropes huh
He outta pocket, leave him leakin like his nose run
He tried to hide
I feed him pieces from the whole drum
Thuggin but got no gun
Pull up leave his whole team runnin
I be saucing, gotchu itchin like a dope fiend, buggin
Droppin off is not an option
I got both beams thumpin
Try to hide but I got snipers in the nosebleeds
Bussin
Fuck it
Ok he gotta go, he adios
These fuckers never know what typa time we on
We body em
He got a dose
Exalted overlord so now he gotta choke
He plottin though
He probly thought he caught me round without a scope

My double cup is fulla blood
I pull up thumpin with the heat ray
Loadin up a slug, I hit a fucker
Make him freeze frame
Don't care where you from
Could give a fuck about what he say
Open up a cut, I'm boutta decay huh
Cuz I got rot, whatchu want?
I got rounds in the front
"I get stacks, I get racks, I get packs"
What a stunt
I get brain in the back, boutta crash
Hit the pump
I can rap, that's a fact
So tryna act gon get you slumped

I'm so prophetic
I go get it
Big body but I load weapons
So come dead it
Keep on, I'll get your throat severed
There's no heaven
This shotty known to blow melons
We dome shreddin, so come
So prophetic
I go get it
Big body but I load weapons
So come dead it
Keep on, I'll get your throat severed
There's no heaven
This shotty known to blow melons
We dome shreddin
So come get it

out on all platforms

fourfold funeral (prod. adjacen7)

LOSE IT [prod. zest]

I own exclusive rights to this beat.
FOLLOW ME:
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/02DBFa1jp5WLRo71ttC5Q8?si=MxtDCyr5QZOpv1KEOQlZ_g

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/ca/artist/kylof-s%C3%B6ze/1482642294

Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/kylofsoze

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kylof.soze/

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbv2-UB77m8LdZ_PAfHN5tw

whowantwhat?

https://open.spotify.com/track/6Pn2ZE4HoRDsqRmTW3E6xM?si=PhMBWA7bRI2eogqv1r2MwA
https://music.apple.com/ca/album/outcast-single/1493974572
instagram.com/iamYURY
http://iamYURY.com

spotify

Yury - Outcast (prod. Yury)

https://music.apple.com/us/album/branded-single/1499170899
https://open.spotify.com/track/7BAf4jhkXcnLF5mm8B6u8K?si=nDEvtJnvRZCTKue1m9XLBQ
https://lnkfi.re/branded

Yury - Branded (prod. Yury)

Lyrics:

Eraze: 
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Cops are coming now we've gotta fix this
Blood is dripping on the carpet real quick
Pop another pill and drink another beer and grab the 40 walking out the doorway with a thick bitch
Ay
But she ain't loyal so I ditched it
And i don't do drugs that shit's for fuckin' bitches
But I guess that's what it takes to sell an album so pass me that valium, put that belt tight round my fuckin' wrist quick
Hang that noose up kick the chair I'm fuckin' done
Rising from the grave like Jesus here I come
Tripple six until I die i'll tell you somthin'
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Ay
Recently I've done a lot of mischief

Yusha:
I'm coming for you motherfuckers
Hit you with the shade
Then I stick you with the cutter
Hit you with the blade
Then I cook you in the oven
Prayin 666 let the devil tell you something

Sometimes in life there's no purpose
Taking them pills
Sometimes we all fucking hurting
Leader of hell, devil and his trusty servant
I'm ready to kill someone who fuck with my sermon

Born into suffering, forged in the crucible 
Frozen to death cuz it's cold in the underworld
Death is my homie they're always there for me
I let go of everything, give in to Lucifer

Got your blood on my hands as you die slow
Leave your dead body rot in the undertow
Credits roll, That's the end of the show

Eraze:
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Ay
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Pop another pill and drink another beer and grab the 40 walking out the doorway with a thick bitch
Aye
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Recently I've done a lot of mischief

Mischief (Feat. Yusha)

http://open.spotify.com/album/2S6l7Wt6pSolTAoFJ1YXiZ

https://lnkfi.re/yury-purpose

Yury - Purpose (prod. Yury)

Yury - Get Going (prod. Yury)

PROD. SIXTHELLS

I don't care about this
I don't care about that
Fuck your thousand dollar jeans
And your stupid fucking raps
Middle finger to the scene and to all of those who back out
Shoutout to my feens even if im out the trap now

You can’t stop it
There again fuck it
Near the end
But you can’t seem to
Get past it
Some people just need a gun to
Get active
Some people just need a gun to get 
Past it

I just been dreming about
Another demon inside me
And I keep screaming it out
Cuz I need this to feel
Okay
I just been dreaming about
Another demon inside me
And I keep screaming it out
I just hope that ill be okay

Fuck em yea they can’t stop us
Fuck em yea they can’t stop us
Fuck em yea they can’t stop us
Fuck em yea they can’t stop us

I don't care about this
I don't care about that
Fuck your thousand dollar jeans
And your stupid fucking raps
Middle finger to the scene and to all of those who back out
Shoutout to my feens even if im out the trap now

Another Face

ANOTHER FACE

https://open.spotify.com/album/1OXCHm7rsnalfG6dZpmwry

https://music.apple.com/album/expedited-single/1516535625

https://instagram.com/iamyury

Yury - Silver Haze (prod. Yury)

Yury - Equated (prod. Yury)

LYRICS:

All this shit been piling up,
Now the world is up for grabs,
If you let me get a grip,
I’ma crush in my hands,
I could throw it in the trash,
I don’t wanna, but I can,
If you got a fucking problem,
You could shove it up your ass,
I don’t care anymore, but I do in a way,
Been a man on the rise, got a smile on my face,
Maybe sad for awhile, for a minute, for a day,
Where the fuck have I gone? How long will I stay?
We could all go to war, what the fuck’s it gonna change?
Why do people gotta die all the time? What a waste,
Is it something we deserve? Will we learn from the pain?
How soon we forget, laid to rest in a grave,
Who be tending to the flock? Who’s the shepherd to the sheep?
People handling a lot, see them praying on their knees,
Now the wolves will come to feed, see them preying on the weak,
Who the fuck is gonna lead? Decimating all the creeps, get ‘em out

Now what? Who’s this? I don’t know,
Just another dumb shit on the list, gotta go,
What’s a man gotta do just to prove he ain’t a joke?
I’ve been living by the truth, you’ve been putting on a show, aw shit!

Can’t be bothered by you losers lacking honor,
A marauder tryna steal some fucking glory ain’t a martyr,
Just a goner, and nobody’s gonna miss you,
Just a bitch who’s been manipulating others for control,
And that’s my issue with ya,
You could try, but you can’t intimidate,
Anybody who’s got nothing ‘cause there’s nothing left to take,
Put your body on the line, couldn’t put ‘em in their place,
Now the problem’s getting bigger, turn a puddle to a lake,
When you play a stupid game, you don’t wanna win the prize,
When the people hear your name, they’re reminded of your lies,
You can run, you can hide, you can wear your disguise,
But the fear is in your heart, I can see it in your eyes,
Get to spilling out your guts, tell the people you confess,
Gotta open your heart or they’ll pull it out your chest,
I don’t know what you expect, get to cleaning up your mess,
Otherwise they’re gonna get you and I couldn’t care less, that’s real

Now what? Who’s this? I don’t know,
Just another dumb shit on the list, gotta go,
What’s a man gotta do just to prove he ain’t a joke?
I’ve been living by the truth, you’ve been putting on a show, aw shit!

THE CREEPS (prod. bearded legend)

All tracks on this page is not mine. All rights belongs to artists in the songs names.

https://youtube.com/@gionirangmusic7766?si=fpB-wWXd35VIYDuo

Yury - Silver Haze (prod. Yury)

iamYURY

Recent comments

Idek (@id3kk)

nmdanya

matthewbennett

WIZARD!

Related tracks