KVN is smoking that Kayne west inspired type shit 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

YO I CANT WAIT FOR THIS TO BE FINISHED
THIS SHIT IS FUCKING PEAK

Freshest trap lords at it once again 😤😤😤
Can yall leave us underdog trappers some room to flip?!? Shit man

Fuck Everything I Want (Prod. by TAKIZAVA)

type shiittttt lyrics when i feel like it

keep me from you; prod. ryker cöll

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)

Upset
You fuckas drop dead
Bitch I'ma fuck fest
Big flex
Watch him big step
Yall some presets
Big spend
Money got em bent
Money make me friends
Pig pen
Dodgin all amends
Only want expense
Risk that
Watch him run back
I got all my reasons
You got cash grab
Send a couple back
You ain't run like that
Say they poppin smoke
Yall just piggy back

I been gone for a minute
Fell off too strong fuck a visit
Never saw nobody out the business
I scoped yall out from a distance
These fuckas been back on my mission
You pussies is clocking the numbers
But yall never stick to a vision
Fuck it Ima mask myself
Do this for my health
I ain't get no help
Keep my eyes wide shut
All the pain get felt
When the time all melt
Ima stay this way
This a circle we crave
Still I been behaved
Finna blow my brain
Just to fill that grave
Just to pass that pain

Upset
You fuckas drop dead
Bitch I'ma fuck fest
Big flex
Watch him big step
Yall some presets
Big spend
Money got em bent
Money make me friends
Pig pen
Dodgin all amends
Only want expense
Risk that
Watch him run back
I got all my reasons
You got cash grab
Send a couple back
You ain't run like that
Say they poppin smoke
Yall just piggy back

Presets (Prod. by SKOTSKR)

Jab! (ATSUKI REMIX)

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

ERROR SVI " WITHIN A PURE PAIN''
UNDER RIGHTS TO 'VIRTUAL INTERFACE GROUP"
5/14/2024


THANK YOU FOR A GREAT YEAR.

DARK ROUTE (FEAT. DEEMXNN) [PROD. AKVRI + KILLJAMES + 2PRO]

SKINN +PROD K.V.N+ (UNFINISHED ASF)

prod & mix by me

Lyrics:
I just want to rob or steal shit
kill a motherfucker with a nine, a steel switch
smothered undercover when I ride
That blunt hittin', Wrist slitted Ima meet god
Tell that motherfucker die right now
I'm getting high right now, touch the sky
Wanna be numb right now, don't know why
Really don't like this life that I got
But ima make the best of it till I rot
Empty empathy don't really give a fuck
I empty magazines and still don't give a fuck
I run through your pockets, I know i'm coming up
That boy feel funny till we get to buckin' up
And now he bitching he don't see the vision
Really think he need to finish the mission
Pieced up, 5 feet to the face
Geeked up, how we run to the bank
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case
That's tough, see the bitch in is face
50 say, we gettin' rich or we ain't
Minimum wage not the way that we rock
Rather be dead in a motherfucking box
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case

I got no patience
I got a problem I face it
Smoke 50 blunts and I'm sober, I hate this
I got a pump on the road
Draco in the trunk, I blast at the foes
I hate hoes
Don't need no bitch on my payroll
I made this beat and I spit cold
I whip the whip, I got bankroll
Headshot when I shoot, hoe
Red-dot on that coupe, blow
His head off of a that roof, go
Like anywhere that I want to, no fucks given

I just want to rob or steal shit
kill a motherfucker with a nine, a steel switch
smothered undercover when I ride
That blunt hittin', Wrist slitted Ima meet god
Tell that motherfucker die right now
I'm getting high right now, touch the sky
Wanna be numb right now, don't know why
Really don't like this life that I got
But ima make the best of it till I rot
Empty empathy don't really give a fuck
I empty magazines and still don't give a fuck
I run through your pockets, I know i'm coming up
That boy feel funny till we get to buckin' up
And now he bitching he don't see the vision
Really think he need to finish the mission
Pieced up, 5 feet to the face
Geeked up, how we run to the bank
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case
That's tough, see the bitch in is face
50 say, we gettin' rich or we ain't
Minimum wage not the way that we rock
Rather be dead in a motherfucking box

FACE MY PATIENCE

with @JaeAlaska

Prod @Gullyspit

Lyrics soon

Hotkeys w/ Jae Alaska

prod. by tengulovemoney

lyrics
My words immortalized from a mortals eyes 
Do more than describe the sky 
I paint demise ’till my minds black as night 
A fatal cycle, reside by the tide filled with fog 
Like I smoked a pack of lights 
Find no resolve 
I just indulge like a pack of wolves hunting down a snack 
A skull of wrath, but the fact is my life feels flat and dull 
Pack it up, I never backed things up 
I lack too much to cap this off with braggadocios lines
And so I catapult off Adderall 
I’d rather hope than drag and cope  
So, let us have a toast to the tragedies of the past before we start a new mass revolt 
I’ve mastered prose
This shit I wrote is rather dope 
That’s hammered home with rapid blows 
Spit smooth as a fucking satin coat 
I’ve been on the grind, I don’t have a second to spare 
On the regular, checking rhymes 
Developing all these lines 
Wrestling with my mind 
All the rest of you get behind me
Shits effortless, but I try to connect these joints like my spine 

I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 

The truth is, but a tool to make a truce with what I knew 
And truthfully the view is putrid, but proves to be a new muse
For rapping all this stupid shit
it’s lucid cause I drew it with a looseness 
I’ve been aloof since I was two 
Bitch, I’m too sick 
And if you only knew the lonely tempo of my tune 
Then you would too feel a semblance of my tension start to bloom
Like the sun at the start of June 
And some lines that I rhyme are doomed to confine thoughts my mind resumes 
To refine as the grind consumes 
My time ‘till I find sublime and bandaids for all my wounds
I’d give some kind of boost to speed up the rate that I could improve  
Find space to embrace the moon 
Taste the sweet resolve like fruit ‘till it spreads like scents of perfume 
And some new pleasure is induced 
My timid limits that prevent me from seeing shit through to fruition 
Fish for support in a war with malice and vengeance 
Ascending to higher plane fields 
A gentle mind, but I may feel
Desire to send you a brand new message like a maze field 
Use these words like a face shield, still my worth needs appraisal 
With all the self love I give, my mind can’t remain still  
Entertaining your shit  
Interchanging, then I drift into days of dread I exist 
I complain too much, I admit 

I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it

A LIFETIME OF LESIØNS

K.V.N//7Ł
GO LISTEN 2 "POV THAT SINKING FEELING IN UR GUT" 
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SKINN +PROD K.V.N+ (UNFINISHED ASF)

K.V.N//7Ł

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