vibe that can kill

INNOCENT W/ KAM x KILLRIDDLE [PROD XPIRATE]

TAKE A LIFE W/  HXLX [PROD @HXLX]

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RIGHT BACK W/ DEXNDRE (PROD. KIRK)

Prod. Gullyspit

Artwork by syhn! @pastelskylines on twitter

Lyrics:

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

Verse:
punishment and crime 
I been rotten with my stolen time 
we ain’t really bringing knives 
read between the lines 
shrunken heads, straw dolls
and a broken shrine 
teddys poltergeist 
Frankenstein's shells and 9s
no ones fine overhaul i mean overkill 
over all I’m popping pills that we rob and steal
fuck the pity boy I need a meal
cardiac feel the panic when the tire squeal
mean mugging me I make you star in guinea pig
earth movers from the sewers I can really dig
snub nose, bullets  fly like I'm billy kid
shout the boys in blue y’all some filthy pigs 
on the oil rig where the fucking captain at
Bronson with the blows ,  bloody nose , actions back 
someone better can’t imagine that  
stray dogs fighting over the scraps

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

King of the Fleas

Goblin Graves (Feat. Ak3k) (Prod. 6a6aYaga)

SPIDERBLOOD 2: ROTTEN
Prod. Xerogi x 33marrow
747  HHM  T R A S H

Music Video:
https://youtu.be/5tuGUqkoR6k

Lyrics:
(Hook)
Nuke 'em out the coffin, I'm abouta cause a fallout
Blicky in the pocket, send a rocket through 'em, fall down
Hole up in his body, 40 hit 'em with a shot, Witchy running outta ops and so I guess I'm going all out
I got lots of gold in my pocket, we could ball out
Hopping out the dungeon, to the top we never stop now
Water on my cuban, now my throat begin to rot, getting money like a scholar only difference imma dropout
yuh
x2
(verse)
Big body foreign, windows tinted for the sun
40 on the block, I'm walking Glocky in the trunks
Coming up out the bottom, now we steady up the funds, all these artists on my dick been heavy looking like my sons
Hate me, Ion hate it, but they say I'm going dumb with it
Talking on the gang then 40 taking out they tongues
Hitting 'em with the laser, keep a switch up on the gun, catch em running out the back I'm in the attic like the grudge
Aye
Pop-out with the gang to your whereabouts, I'm coming out the muhfuckin mud, bitch I pull-up to the cut
Ive got lots of ghosts in the coffin, Witchy itching' I got spiders in my blood, bitch
Hit 'em with a drum clip, bullets through his lungs
Choppa get to talking, hallows knocking out his guts
Get back, let it bang on em, smoking opposition Backwoods, 40 roll up leave em looking like a Dutch
Cock back, take his name, I'm gon leave em on the run from the Witch, I'm a bad muhfucka, Im a God in this bitch
Glock with a stick turn your block into Swiss, you a pussy hit the coffin send a shot through his ribs
Talking like they with it, now they barking like a bitch, boy
Artists acting faker than the gold up on they neck
Pull-up to your city with a vest, looking like a vet, heard he coming to my spot that's a bet
Aight
Pull-up hit 'em with the Molly, now his nose drips
Ive been summoned from the bottom where the ghost lives
All these rappers acting pussy, on they hoe shit
Stand up in the way, on the gang, leave 'em hopeless
See his addy when it drops imma close-in, two twin Glocks spin the block, never noticed
Knock his skully, I'm gon leave they body broken, talking on my name 40 bringing all the smoke in
Aye
Knock his skully, I'm gon leave they body broken, talking on my name 40 bringing all the smoke in
Im gon
Im gon
Im gon
Im gon take that, uh
Hands on yo chain, I'm gon break that off
Came up from nothin, I'm raised bad, gang tats, mask on my face where the case at, now I'm gon aim with the Glock, knock his face back, uh
Sights through your vest, where the Jakes at, uh
Ice through my heart, I'm gon lace that, hate that, snatch out your soul with no take-backs, I keep my hands on your bitch, I'm gon take that, uh
(Hook)
Nuke 'em out the coffin, I'm about to cause a fallout
Blicky in the pocket, send a rocket through 'em, fall down
Hole up in his body, 40 hit 'em with a shot, Witchy running outta ops and so I guess I'm going all out
I got lots of gold in my pocket, we could ball out
Hopping out the dungeon, to the top we never stop now
Water on my cuban, now my throat begin to rot, getting money like a scholar only difference imma dropout
Blech
x2

SPIDERBLOOD 2: ROTTEN (prod. Xerogi x ³³marrow) (Video in desc.)

MAGS W/ KARBINE [PROD V O i D]

BASTARD [PROD V O i D]

Blood Diamonds w/Gashum (Prod Netuh)

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

Features: 
https://soundcloud.com/drear26
https://soundcloud.com/c3of
Prod:
https://soundcloud.com/pxlse
Art Work:
https://soundcloud.com/the0000

No Human Will Survive

No Human Will Survive FT Drear & Saint Sleep (Prod. PULSE)

SPITE

produced by @triplesixdelete, @nimbustwokay & me
mix/master by lord gasp

_______

Ain’t got no love for thee
I like the way they bleed
Channel the rage, the tip of my blade Collide with your arteries
To all my spawns who follows the plan
Keep moving accordingly
I cut the umbilical cord
All of my clones are my prodigies
I wanted all
I took the world and I made it my property
Pain has no boundaries
Deep in the grave’s where you’re bound to be
Peep the muzzle velocity
Shoot and it's musical comedy
With cynical tendencies
I move with a streak of misanthropy 
Nah, ain’t nothing wrong with me

I fantasize, a simpler life
The painless pride
I felt my spine, my crushing half 
I can’t spend much time
And now the rage start to sizzle
Like boiling blood in a kettle
I can’t contain all the spite
And how they stand be to still images
A waste of our system
The maze has swallowed the mice

Run up on me motherfucker
I go for your teeth like a mufucking dentist 
Daddy is coming with all of his strength 
Pushing pins thru your head like a cactus
40 on me when i’m out in the streets 
Flowers on me like i’m Murakami 
Fuck it, I fuck it all up for the money 
I’m folding the plug like an origami

Fell in love with the way they running fast when i reach
Really bossing, compiling all the profitable weeks
It’s a plus if you really wanna know me 
No one wanna know What I hide behind my lonely
Only thing they do is repeat the same old shit
Lemme blend the patterns that causes concussion
Lemme bring the potion to life , the concoction
Caution you might wake up in a coffin bitch
Fuck it
I drown in my ocean of issues
My coma , frozen like madonna
Phonys all around me
Fuck your clones
I’m tired of dragging y’all on my shoulders
Oh no
And i’m feeling like killing today
And i’m filled that feeling of rage
And i’m feeling like killing today

I fantasize, a simpler life
The painless pride
I felt my spine, my crushing half I can’t spend much time
And now the rage start to sizzle
Like boiling blood in a kettle
I can’t contain all the spite
And how they stand be to still images 
A waste of our system
The maze has swallowed the mice

Spite

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

RIGHT BACK W/ DEXNDRE (PROD. KIRK)

K.V.N//7Ł

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