CHIMERA (PROD. YUNG VRO)

My head is spinnin' out this fuckin' cage
I'm hopin', countin' till the days you leave this fuckin' place
I got no tolerance for bullshit, fuck up out my face
You pussy bitch, go eat a dick and sip the pain away

I sit and bitch about this bullshit to a fuckin' mic
I spent the worst years of my life just tryna' sleep at night
You ain't no help, you fuckin' prick, you made up half the fright
I'd put this pipe right to my dome if I ain't have to fight

And how you talkin' like you know shit?
You stupid bitch, you fuckin' lost it, we all knows it
And keep your hands up to yourself
Lay a finger on me bitch, I'll send you straight to hell

And you just talk that tough
Speakin' demon shit like you been through the fuckin' rough
You don't know shit punk
But sittin' in a kitchen gettin' slumped for fuckin' months

My whole life you been sendin' it, got me fucked up
Throwin' threats around like you think you can touch up
Put a hand upon us and I'll send the dust up
I'on give a fuck about issues I'm fuckin' done punk

The way you speak my fuckin' name
Got me runnin' ropes around my neck to motherfuckin' swing
And still you think this shit's okay
Watch me blow my cap and make it back and still you'll fuckin' sing

SCUM

No chorus ft Crashgbg x SO

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Heaven S(c)ent (Prod.Martoinch)

Next Planet is a dark, high-energy futuristic trap anthem that blends cosmic imagery with ruthless braggadocio. The track paints the artist as an untouchable, godlike figure—“the black Tesla, chrome skin, pure voltage”—already operating on a higher plane while rivals struggle to catch up. Heavy 808s, metallic echoes, and spacey synths set the tone, while whispered commands (“Bow down…”) and glitch-inspired interludes create a cinematic, almost villainous atmosphere.

The hook—“Wrist on chill, neck like summer…”—is hypnotic and chant-like, built for crowd participation and live performance energy. Verses mix luxury flexes with prophetic statements, weaving in themes of divine authority, street-to-throne ascension, and breaking free from the system (“glitch in the code, break in the matrix”). The repetition of “Next planet…” in the outro reinforces the sense of unstoppable forward motion and dominance, making the track both a flex anthem and a declaration of future supremacy.

NEXT PLANET

RED OCTOBER [PROD. HADES]

Verse 1 - @oniinc
Verse 2 - @lefthandluck
Verse 3 - @jaspercoffins
Verse 4 & Hook - @fukksailor
(produced by @tiigrr & @fukksailor)

SAILOR x ONI INC x LEFTHANDLUCK x JASPER COFFINS - ''SWANG'' [prod. TIIGRR x $AILOR]

YOU'RE WELCOME.

PROD. LEFTHANDLUCK

LYRICS:
I'm a real motherfucker,
Real motherfucker, kneel.
I got steel
Steel, when I'm in the field.
Hear I heal,
Real Luck is In the Seal,
Yeah I kill, motherfucker, 
kill, motherfucker, kill.

Anxiety creeping but I cannot stop,
Building my throne
Your gang ain't with shit,
Said we bustin at cops..
Spillin his dome
Ain't shit insurmountable,
Flippin the drop.
Run in your home.
Testing our power is like trying to stop,
A train to your dome.

Utopia, blood with the gold on the block.
Build a new rome still im West with the shock.
Black sheep in the street, said I leave em in chalk.
Family weeping, they deep in the rot.
Talk on my team then these demons will pop.
This music's for fiends shooting streams in their spot.
Out on the scheme with a dream and some rock,
Now he pointing a beam at the team at the top.

Build a new world with the enemy dead,
Catch em buried and left with the flag.
Feel like my whole life had a gun to my head
And I bled with a knife in my back.
If youre sick of division and living with lies they deliver
Then ride with the mac
Come clique up with Visions Inflicted and witness 
If youll put your life in a pact.

Come join the resistance,
Im down for the vision
I'm moses with whippin
Part seas from the crippin,
That aint a diss that just say that I'm rippin
Got love for the homie off Nellis he flippin
And shoutout to all of my gang they be trippin,
It's Ends and Inflicted,
I splipped in some sickness
And coughed up my lungs til I spit what I'm livin
Ah, damn this is hittin,
Feel damned and imprisoned.

I'm a real motherfucker...

HEAL

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LINEUP:
@MUGETSU117
@C3OF
@NAVVVI
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@DEPTHSTRIDA
@VENTINGPALACE

PRODUCTION BY @PRODKXISER & @VENTINGPALACE
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
ART BY @LENFANTLONDON & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[CHORUS]
You are paralyzed
I think I'm trying too hard
Something tells me you'll die
So get the fuck away now

[SAINT SLEEP]
New starship new phasers hyperspace my way to the trap
Busting down the door we ain't set that shit to stun
One by one one by one disentigrate you all fun
Take your bitch into a different solar system
Higher roller got the custom rims with it
Drifting past your crew and they all filled with envy
Everybody wanna race me
Everybody wanna face me
New Mercedes battle cruiser
Mercenaries taking over galaxies and you a fucking loser

[NAVVVI]
Issa war al-I-ens callin us carnivores
Drown ya pool make ya bodies hit the floor
Air tight, let it out
Let's fight, only doubt
Got no food, might eat you
Soundcloud artist avenue barbecue
Ooo
Bitch my ammo laced 7.62, "Beam flu"
Shoot you thru ya spaceship off the moon
Ion need a red dot, ya thot doin just fine
Born from the coffin like im vincent valentine

[CHORUS]
You are paralyzed
I think I'm trying too hard
Something tells me you'll die
So get the fuck away now

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Bitch lets start out mad fresh
Lightspeed jetlag
Stridawalk get fucked
Your gang aint competitive
Call me mando im in space now
Titanium im stacked out
Fish you to a blackhole
You get drowned
Ciao ciao

Mhh shit
Its the first division mercs bitch
Uh fuck laser bullets shoot your head bitch
I want bounty but no chocolate bar
Captain strida yous an omega

Switchup the flow
Then im ready to go
Mercenaries in space
Now we let that shit blow
Sniper rifle on my back bitch
Shit is getting hectic
Your life is not worth it
Lurkin thru the curtains
Fuck
Mmm shit I might blow yo fuckin head off
2 shots 1 snob
Stridawalk
Less talk
Come on bitch
Try me
Show your skills
Fight me
Ufc type scene
Left hook right knee

[CHORUS]
You are paralyzed
I think I'm trying too hard
Something tells me you'll die
So get the fuck away now

[LORD DISTORTION]
Whipping out I got my laser for a low ass rate
Illegal legal with the team and we gon blow that case
Thermal vision on that cannon and it might set back
A couple credits for a shipment on a light jet path
Flying through you bitches while you grounded on the Neptune
Gonna run up my awardance gonna run up my criendtials
Boy I'm on that path we battlestaring up the venue
huddled up insids that starship UCD we call the restroom

[VENTING PALACE]
Meet me on the blacktop
Leave you on the asphalt
T-10 and I'm ready for blast off
Talkin' real tough for somebody in the backdrop
We be up in space, better yell a little louder

Oh you saying that you coming with the k
Ok
We got lasers for a pussy anyway
Uh huh
Burn em up with them incendiary rays
Had to get up and just leave the human race
Uh huh

Looks like somebody got erased again shit
I guess that's what happens when you face the men
Mercenaries angry, coming round the bend
In a benz truck ready to come waste your friends
Guess it isn't easy to pretend
When your tied up in the back of the caravan
Screaming, pleading, hope for this to end
You aint ever gonna see the light of day, my friend

Space Platoon

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SPACE PLATOON

GULLY track 6 featuring @home_less

Produced by Na$tii @nastiitaxii and Homele$$ @home_less

Mixed and Mastered by Na$tii

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
fry a snitch out w the burner guess I gave that rat a tooly
of course its still a pig if its off duty
rappers ain’t do shit unless u poppin guess they all turned into groupies 
13k I guess yo life a movie 
my shit steady moving like a welter weight 
shatter and some powder on my dinner plate
I did this myself all you did was fucking delegate 
you put on the vest don’t look at my when that shit detonate 
labels wanna penetrate you ain’t got shit  to celebrate 
hold that tongue unless u want that shit removed 
I ain’t into flexing cause I ain’t got shit to prove
all you rude pissy bitches got no bread just attitudes 
jumping out the plane no parachute 
you ain’t going home lil pussy ain’t no magic in them shoes 
better duck when I start knocking for the goose
middle finger to rules
to the judges
to the court and to the ghouls
funding prisons while there’s lead up in the schools
pre k huffin on them fumes 

Hook: Na$tii
after we grind it we gon mix it 
split it and divide it
making lines we going fishing 
we ain’t gonna knock 
we touring houses like they listed
hear the gavel knock
plaintiff acquired 
x2 

Verse 2:

blast at the fitted 
poke holes in that cap
I know mans get indicted from
details in rap
got that meat from bone 
all my dogs want a scrap 
no emp
I’ll find you off the map 
man this shit aint subliminal 
homie relax
cut the umbilical 
bitch u attached 
you stay dropping  Ls cause u stuck in a chat
stick like a Barbie but this shit go brat

brains on the wall that’s sum mind reader shit 
walking in  circles that blind leader shit
you do music for clout bro I’m begging you quit 
Louis 13 how I’m doing the whip 
sick I might spit up
grip got a hiccup
bitch u mark  twist you up like a Phillip 
bitch you a square aiming south till u dancing
flexing a loan bitch put down the advances

Hook Chopped

Plaintiff Co-Prod. Homele$$

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/2KLVO93iPEE

this song took a lot out of me to write and record. i hope it helps others as much as it helped me making it.

prod. @wasbeatz
art. @lenfantlondon

he is not a man in a skirt
she is not a woman based birth

i dont wanna bathe in the pine when the centerfold die
funny how the judge go, "he certainly a guy"
all my childhood life masculinity was glorified
menace to society, coexist certified
oversupply of outcry gets met with battle cry
america sit by and watch the queer eye
never confide to the laws set aside
"aint my problem" said the day oversimplified

and now the sight is mind that the baby trample every stage
final the verdict once hubby givith every page
9 to the hour go striking nevermind the phase
still we protesting so calmly, no one of the age
how you gonna tell me i aint gatta fight? pause
i dont feel so safe, middle of the night. pause

someone in my family called me, told me imma go n kill em
all because a image that i put up on the inter(net)
baby i aint gonna lie i done cried all night
kinda hit it harder when you thought you trusted em to fight
but instead that they turned they back
all because my face caked up, they basically attacked
projection, yoshimitsu, it got so much face
but that shit made me sit back and realize my place

but see the issue is always but still we livin in the cage
livid they take it but still we fathom all the rage
simple but always the hate is hard to even gauge
sighting the venom they speak on confrontation, plague
how you gonna tell me i aint gatta fight? pause
i dont feel so safe, middle of the night. pause

yea i been lost in my mind and my pain don't show
level with cuzo, is my mind slow flow?
preaching every day what i might wanna hear
no one putting hands out to a lonely little queer
i admit sometimes i can't feel my face
but i flip that jit right back on its case
its cold in a place where my sweat run dry
scratching every surface till my mind wont pry

SCUM

COMA6