LET ME DOWN

LET ME DOWN [prod. Undead Ronin] - Remastered

Collaboration between Gullyspit and @salivagrey
Produced/Engineered by Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Gullyspit
this that 1989 shit we bringing in the tanks 
now we got to attention you forgot about the flanks
got you hiding from your neighbours all your papers in the safe
3D printed guns, thermite all over the banks 
I got paranoia creeping it’s a feeling I can’t shake
perestroika agents i can’t roll around with snakes
got y’all wishing to be royals I want royals on stake
the world is up in flames shit you just survived a plague 
and still you happy with whatever they can’t finish off they plate
cut you into pieces like they cutting up a steak
killing in the name shit nobody can escape 
put your hands together for a bullet in yo brain 
throw yo body in the drain send you back into the ocean 
go neglect yo kids and fantasize bout a promotion 
this that violence you provoking 
they neck was made for choking
you think that I been joking ?
Chorus:  Gullyspit
this that needles in yo iris
that cut away the virus 
that random act of violence 
that exit hole so wide it’s just a blessing that he lifeless 
we looking for a problem
we hear to cause a crisis
x2
Verse 2: SALIVA GREY
Flush you little shit stain yo body go in septic 
Disembowel all yo membranes embodiment of fetish
Pissing up on yo grave like I took a diuretic
Seizing through yo brain now you be looking epileptic 
I’m encrypting all my messages
Show me where the evidence?
Post traumatic blessed suicidal Grey the veteran
Who gon set the precedent?
Cities looking desolate
Power to the people tell me where the fuck our leverage is?
No etiquette 
Sever yo fucking hope ain’t gon be better days
We get erased 
Evaporate
Yo limbs gon fucking separate
That 9 to 5
Yo fucking life
I really hope you get a raise
Man fuck y’all dependent the way you be living can’t think for yourself ain’t no vision
I put my dick right where yo sight is
Population spineless
Gully and Saliva spit that Grey up in yo eyelids 
Hive is acting righteous 
Complain about yo life when
This shit was handed to you on a platter ain’t gon bite in?
This that 1945 shit
Gon vaporize yo family
You such a fucking fetus Wish yo mama took a plan b
This that change that you demanding
I hope that you can’t stand me
You’ll never understand me
Bridge: Gullyspit
this that plaque above the gum line
bitch we that type of rotten 
we that typa a toxin
you that typa weasel
there aint shit we got in common 
we got glass up in our pocket 
welcome to the market 
everyone around us is just here to make a profit 
hit you in yo stomach all yo words have turned to vomit 
 be cautious
bullets coming at you like a Kennedy in office 
why they stop at Jonny they forgot about the Congress ?
Chorus x2

GUMLINE w/ SALIVA GREY

https://open.spotify.com/track/010o82Rv9xOzRoXJKn0ifB?si=bce6dd5868b84fa1

Sip My Tea w/ K.V.N

Swallowing Centipedes

Istasha The Scrub - IBEX

R.I.P

BRINGING HELL TO THA INDUSTRY (R.I.P ORT3GA)

scrapped is an EP gone awry.

features:
@mugetsu117
@depthstrida
@necrolvnn
@sulphofficial
@givemexans
@bxwsers_demise
@navvvi

art:
@c3of

shoutout:
@bleedingcypher
@deadonsight

Nightmare (feat. MUGXTSU & NECROLYNN)

Production, mix and master by me

Lyrics:
Same change no part fit the jigsaw 
Forced into place end up poor in fortune at the mix up 
New place, fFace Stored in a mason jar 
Open the lid end up pumped up full of black tar 

Brush stroke deep branch gone like a victim 
Bust, end up killing Peter Parker in a stick up
Man down pressed turn spider to vapor 
Banked under paper Abandon the bus

Circled Cloud of haze I’m lost in for days
Unfazed, hooked in strapped up to the matrix 
Tiles Stick the image of the Canvas that you Base in 
Process dumb Still flawed when you’re Tracing 

Nice genes, won’t you come a little closer 
You’re pockets are pretty, fuck it, won’t you open them up and invite me 
Jack the style in advance and then leave it awful empty 
Guess that the process will put Rembrandt in a box in the attic 
Proud of that route that I go, still end up back where I came from

CANVAS これを翻訳しました

Nimdok

Im floating proudly in my vat just like I’m body fluid 
I’m through with that, redact the words just like I’m talking stupid 
Cut out the files I’m not satisfied and I want an out to go with 
Thrity liters of acetone on my styrofoam 

Reboot that shit keep coming at me like a dvd ok? 
No cables cut but cannot concentrate, Upgrade 08 
No usb or space and I’m running that cargo dry as fuck 
I don’t wanna count on taste, design my tounge Oh god 

Take me to your side 
Take me to your side 
My eyes are grain adjust 
When I supply 
oh What the fuck 
Same inside I sigh
Same inside I sigh 
I’d prefer not to, I’m in a bottle cut the neck 

I caught some rust leave my shoes what a waste 
Must round some dust in my system so frail 
I read the script try to slip out back end 
I wrap around just like the kraken grab that shit no acting 

All of my antiques, Id have caught em round 2025 
In a bunker out any other light, to badaptize send em right to die 
No pilot, Navigate the scene to save my faces 
No violet, Go shift my colored traces all so patient 

So beam me need to be deep when they probe me 
I’m a sheep go preach when I  need my wrench to relieve And re-grease the dried out shipment 

All the wrong equipment 
My shit is inconsistent, just bout per thousand hits okay 
The shame I stay evading

CANVAS これを翻訳しました

Istasha The Scrub

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