GO RUN UP THE HOMMIES SHIT @STEMODITY DP GANG 


FT. @STEMODITY
prod. @ISTASHA

LYRICS:
[stemodity]
crawling my way out of a place that stays veiled,
dripping with blood infused with the feeling of betrayal,
somebody's gotta win at the end of the deal,
turned over to the wolves who give a fuck how you feel,
there's ones who break their bones and scrape skin for their next meal,
we're ones to break phones and complain about chemtrails,
can't wash away the shame like blood on the staircase,
finding life a drag, nobody called it a fair race...

wishin for a ticket to get over the nightmare,
got you rotting in your mind, you turn around and it's right there,
leakin, bleedin, screamin, jumpscared by peripherals,
lil stevie can't seem to get a grip on the meaning of control,
sorry bout the sheets,didn't mean to get the blood soaked,
liquor won't wash away the sin but the floods will,
I don't got no problem finding out the vibes
inside the room im leavin soon to my tomb 'fore the doom ensues...

[BRUXISM]
Take Ls and tell tales, (tails),
I'll take heads,
two face(d) bitches with fake nails, and filler in their lips 
Yeah You talk shit, not gon' drink your flavor aid it's toxic,
Don't you look back, right on sight you'll turn to salt bitch,
Uh oh!
Uh oh!
Who's that? who's said what I say ain't sell?
Blowing up my phone like Ted Kazinski sending mail,
Night flyer, cryptic cryptid mystifter,
You can watch the shadows in your cave all you desire,
Scratching the itch, antihistamine,
Listen see, follow my words like scopolamine,
all you need know is not knowing's enough for me,
Others seek knowledge, acknowledgement,  sympathy,
I just kill in cold blood on some Gacy, Bundy, Dalmer shit, 
I am Bruxism's complete lack of humbleness
When the hunted turns hunter you'll learn the word plunder,
it burns, the church crumbles,
the hunchback of nothing,
So sick, I can barely speak, look into my eyes,
Pollution is online and Digital our time...

Border/Line Ft. Stemodity (prod. Istasha The Scrub)

Stream on Spotify ⬇️
https://open.spotify.com/track/7kJ1useulEnBVk6BP0gqIL?si=46f0745dbca444b0
Prod. Red Dot, III-SCAR, & blackheart7k
Lyrics, Vocals, & Mixing/Mastering by Red Dot & III-SCAR
Cover Art by Red Dot

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Yagami w III-SCAR [SPOTIFY LINK IN DESCRIPTION]

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stream/download: https://symphony.to/ethan-ross/dontrepeatthistoanyone-single

Don'tRepeatThisToAnyone

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DontRepeatThisToAnyone (w/ Istasha)

Stream: https://hypeddit.com/nikkoistasha/fullbody
@istasha

Lyrics:

[NIKKO]
All I need is one shotta
One shotta
Boy, I’m taking one shot 
And I could pop up leave your partner dead
Stick like a broom moppa
Turn to pasta any bastards head
Heard it go boom blaka
Light your block up 
Oughta stay in bed

Feels like the moons talking to me 
Moon walking to this bread 
Not in the mood for no fuckin swoon, chicken headed bitches trynna say they got no bodies 
I doubt it 
Everybody heard of me baby and they know bout my body 
I’m bout it 
Like why you barkin out a V ?
If you ain’t pussy hop out it
I been waiting for a reason to get real fucking violent 
I’m worldwide up now 
In the sky just like God 
I said anybody steppin to it is a fade 
Fuck it rip the head off him 
Cut the legs off him 
Leave him dead 
I heard you fed 
Watch me put a red dot up on your brain 
I’m using lead 
This is not a bread crumb this is a stain 
We not the same 
You the type to act tough I really swing

On-on-one shotta, one shotta 
Boy, I’m taking one shot 
And I could pop up leave your partner dead
Stick like a broom moppa
Turn to pasta any bastards head
Heard it go boom blaka
Light your block up 
Oughta stay in bed

[ Istasha ]
Look at you 
Acting up 
Focus your energy on the rot 
Going down 
I’m Decayed 
No sleep 
On repeat what i main 
Grey 
Look at you 
Acting up 
Focus your energy on the rot
Better off ending my days Independent
Then bending to pressure with teeth 
Don’t blink 
Shut shut 
Optics 
Cut out like weeds 
I Carve em out 
Got tech 
No strings
Duck duck 
Shots down 
No wings I keep on falling out
Everything I take 
Outside my means
Sever the veins
I got my hands they feed 
Cover the pale light 
I’m up 
Taking the weight off my nog 
Now could you let my hand

[NIKKO]
Step out and get collected like it’s Pokémon 
You really dead where you stand if you owe me sum
And if this blade hit his face then his vest mean nothin 
I got a full body tec with a percussion drum 
Give you concussion son 
I bet this blast will make him cough all his cash up 
Always need a lil band in my pocket 
Watchin need to stop it 
Hundred grand on the dotted 
Sign it for me to walk in 
They like damn NIKKO poppin and locking the way he cock it 
Do a dance when he caught it 
Wobble and then he drop dead

FULL BODY

FULL BODY ft. Istasha (prod. Kiraw)

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

PROPHET X MILITXNT - 30 ROUND'S

[Prod.ELE]
Mix & Master [ELE]
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(BR4CKET)
@br4cket
www.instagram.com/bracket.77/?hl=de
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Ohh ive been there bitch
Gotta end it quick 
Imma lose my shit 
What the fucks an ick 

End it all 
make you bitches fall
break your knees
make you crawl
now you better call saul

Holy shit thats sick 
Issa big as brick 
He is acting slick 
Tryn to pull trick 

good of war 
bottles hit the floor
your bitch is a whore
she gets fucked by four

And im walking lost track 
Scared of being busted 
Acting paranoid 
Cause theres gas in my backpack 
Bitch this aint no love track
Grinding till the suns back 
Speeding down the alley in a motherfucking fastback 

No mercy no surrender Im the king with no regret
Kratos in the flesh I bring the battle to your doorstep
I thrive in the shadows thrive in the heat of battle
My presence alone can make the mightiest motherfuckers rattle
I am the alpha the omega, the beginning and the end
I am the god of war Im the force you cant comprehend

Vibing on some egypt shit 
While sitting in a deep as pit 
The stu was getting cold, but i entert and i heated it 
My demons acting up, but they ani’t got no reasoning 
I conquered them, i faced them cold,i mfking defeated em

Ohh ive been there bitch
Gotta end it quick 
Imma lose my shit 
What the fucks an ick 

End it all 
make you bitches fall
break your knees
make you crawl
now you better call saul

Holy shit thats sick 
Issa big as brick 
He is acting slick 
Tryn to pull trick 

good of war 
bottles hit the floor
your bitch is a whore
she gets fucked by four

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GOD OF WAR (ft.BR4CKET)

Deadlocked

Didnt have any artwork ready because im a bitch

Lyrics:
Probe a madcap 
Rip a spleen out his back in terror 
Off the knapsack 
Cuffed and block a tracking error 

Spinal tap 
Seed Hive 
And never drop in mind 
Track it down into locust supply 
Leaf in my coffin, I come to never 
In the back in my cabinet; cover
Creeping out the back of whatever 
Seen never tread on the path of the pathogenic 
To recognize 
Split the back 
Apply the magic target scripture 
Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

Drip in the backdrop 
Out up in the cracks 
With the pipe out back 
Perceive me leave with all you lack 
Epicenter of damp 
Deleted 
Losing all your fluid 
Derooted 
And ripped to pieces 
Strained of peace included 

But you back in a deeper vein 
Don't trace it out when they circulate 
You Leave the pride, and its mutilated 
Days like this, they put you out like with the Novocain 

Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

You talk bout rats in your path and proceed to leave with all the pesticides 
To sharpen your teeth Isn't needed leave them peeling off

Mechanical bull like antennas 
Syringes are probing 
Invasion of privacy 
I Will see odessyes silently open lobotomies
All there's is suddenly out of me 

Raid on my shades 
Enter my plane 
Speak on my name and offend a mane 
Cynical aid 
Enter my plane 
Still carry the grain in my pelicane

Tokyo Lights [Prod. Istasha]

2 steps back and I fade out 
Reload the page all blank 
Hard to Trade off
Compromise 
Ain't shit
Like it straight up 
I don't got the cache or the bandwidth I'm gonna stay off 

Fuck all the vicious aggro
Regret it 
I got it stuck on the backup 
Bag it 
Full of macros 
I reckon I'll never use 
I'm useless 
Sly
Creeping up like cataracts 
I'm persona non grata 
Rated off 
Just like a startup 
Corroded 
Eroded 
Artifacts 

Fucked up 
Strained duct 
I been overdue 
Like dusted lungs 
Swat em in the background 
Process  startup 
Brought up untied and rebooted it over 

Strapped around and dragging it back on the mud 
All taste just happen to numb 
My tongue mistaken 
Breathing now at the ground 
No cunt but treating shit like a bitch

Artifacts/System Error

Thanks for the title inspiration on Instagram love u