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Prod. MVRTYR
 
@nikko-nrg
@daegho
@kidsindanger

FEAR NO GOD! (FT, NIKKO, DAEGHO, K.I.D)

Thanks to @fenrirprod for his help with recording and mixing this killer track.
Cover art by the awesome @melcfx on insta, go check him out!

Lyrics: 

Spaced out invisible, I'm a blackstar
High as fuck, whole brain fried on black tar
Amped up, you can run but you won't get far
Shoot you in the back like you're the last Czar

I don't fuck with you if you're not Abyssal
Watch my steady growth, your hype artificial
No ice but my heart's freezing, keep your distance
In between two worlds I'm non-existent

Liminal, I'm a fucking criminal
Climbing to the pinnacle
Prepare for the smite cause my punishment is biblical
I'm the fucking Cardinal of Pain, I'm invincible
Shepherd of the miserable, my power is mythical

Venom in my voice but I don't fuck with snakes
Bend your neck in half until the spine breaks
Only thing you do is hide, I like to hunt
One thing I like better: Killing fucking cunts

Liminal, I'm a fucking criminal
Insanity clinical
Prepare for the smite cause my incisions are surgical
Got a fucking arsenal to maim, I'm unthinkable
Shepherd of the miserable, my power is-

Liminal

Liminal

Grip a morning star, guide you to the pearly gates
Smash your brain like Cain, I have done it yet again
Start to plan the next while I watch your blood drain
God might love us all, but I am the One that Hates

Liminal, I'm a fucking criminal
Climbing to the pinnacle
Prepare for the smite cause my punishment is biblical
I'm the fucking Cardinal of Pain, I'm invincible
Shepherd of the miserable, my power is liminal

LIMINAL

https://open.spotify.com/album/3rVyVBvhk2TNfolBCT1VAT

oculus (prod. hate)

WHY I (FT. ERAZE) [PROD. UNKNWNSHI]

Produced by. Nicasso
Engineered by. Baby Gos
Artwork by. Sick Again

Riding around, riding around
Don’t make a sound 
Who want the smoke? 
Bitch let me know
Unloading the rounds 
Call out the hounds
Calling my dogs
Know what we bout’
Don’t speak out your mouth
Puff out your chest
Show me you stout 

Riding around, riding around
Don’t make a sound 
Who want the smoke? 
Bitch let me know
Unloading the rounds 
Call out the hounds
Calling my dogs
Know what we bout’
Don’t speak out your mouth
Puff out your chest
Show me you stout 

Imma loner
Spark up imma stoner 
Stars all in my sight 
I’m taking flight 
Shorty just come closer 
Please just lemme hold ya
All throughout the night 
Ya, I won’t bite 

Imma loner
Spark up imma stoner 
(?, I know how you feeling the way that I’m feelings the same) 
Stars all in my sight 
(You know all my flaws, the pain and my lost, the way that I feel in my brain) 
I’m taking flight 
Shorty just come closer 
(I try to resist, I push and insist but I realize that I can’t restrain) 
Please just lemme hold ya
All throughout the night 
(?, A demon inside, and nobody survives in the rain) 
Ya, I won’t bite 

Ridin around
Ridin around 
Don’t let me down 
Don’t let me down 
Went through the pain 
I made it out 
Riding around 
Riding Around

Riding around, riding around
Don’t make a sound 
Who want the smoke? 
Bitch let me know
Unloading the rounds 
Call out the hounds
Calling my dogs
Know what we bout’
Don’t speak out your mouth
Puff out your chest
Show me you stout 

Riding around, riding around
Don’t make a sound 
Who want the smoke? 
Bitch let me know
Unloading the rounds 
Call out the hounds
Calling my dogs
Know what we bout’
Don’t speak out your mouth
Puff out your chest
Show me you stout

Music Video

RIDIN' ROUND

prod. mercykill
ft. @lxrdk

Lyrics: 
Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

I got the Glocks loaded in it
In the whip windows tinted
With yo bitch she a dentist
Mortal Kombat way I finish
If i'm duckin yo call maybe i'm just busy hoe
I cant take a break untill i'm breakin' all my records, oh
And if you wanna talk shit, say it to my face
I ain't scared to leave you bloody
I'm not worried bout a case
Guns blastin' in yo face hoe, Woah!
Ain't nobody on my payroll, Go!
I got the weapons from the drums bro, Oh!
Its so acidic like that res flow, Cold!

If you ask me where my mind go I sold it with my damn soul
Parked up in the lamb told k to get the spliff rolled
Ima get the bands I stack it up mind yo info
I think i'm to fucked up homie where the Blick go

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose
Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

Just made a bag or 2
I keep it flippin every second then I laugh at you
That nigga talkin like his soul isn't detachable, hell catch a few
I know she want me bad, I do
Cant act a fool
But really I been chillin
Money comin slowly stack that shit up to the ceiling with my dawgs
That bitch woke me up when she was pulling down my draws
Banging on my line I had to block her, oh my gosh
G9 what I'm rocking when I'm walking it be sauce
Swear you just be talking
I ain't ever had a problem with you pussy, come and solve it
When I pull up get to stomping
I just love it, ain't no stopping
I'm just bopping my head, when they listen they say I'm rocking
Fuck that bitch go to bed, I'll be sleeping until the coffin
Take a swing to the head, that katana will leave you topless
You niggas snake, walk with caution
I keep a blade in my pocket
Like Tekken my hits ain't stopping
This combo leaves you no options
Spray bullets into yo office
Stuff money down in my pockets
My wallet filled up with cottage
Opp pack, we smoke it often

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might 1-2, bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

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Lay low ft. lord k

prod. mercykill

Lyrics: 
Don't break me
Don't erase me
Baby just hate me
You'll be my enemy one day
Break me
Just don't erase me
Baby just hate me
you'll be my enemy anyway
Hate me
I know you hate me
Don't try to play me

I'm in my head every second I'm awake
I'm in this hell, Indecisive hands folded
Bitch I like it when I'm fucked up on the drugs and can't tell
Where I'm at, I'm right here hoe
Got me dancin' in my mind with the windows closed
I can feel it in the air when the wind blows cold
Suicidal how I been with these demons on my soul
Don't break me
Don't erase me
Baby just hate me
You'll be my enemy one day
Break me
Just don't erase me
Baby just hate me
you'll be my enemy anyway

Don't Intervene

lyrics:

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Kick the bucket
Its always something
I tried dying chugging bleach but it did fucking nothing
Think i needa get a nut in
My anger bussing
Take her down into my dungeon
And do the the fucking

He was messing with my capital we put him in a casserole
Big rocks load the catapult we knocking down your castle hoe
Do not call my telephone no service in the CATACOMBS
I cant stand that bitch i fucked her once and then i had to go

Labels schedule meetings i don't ever show my face
I'm too busy over seas she want the dick like s'il te plaît
Stupid fucks just want a buck that i wont ever give away
A&Rs are served for dinner salty contracts add to taste

Talking all that shit now that's some shit i'm sick of
I been gone over a year and my ass still the shit bruh
Sneaky in my silence got some flesh to rip up
Draco drank too much blood now it got the hiccups

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Spotify

CATACOMBS! (prod. Deademane x ³³marrow)

(Hook) - CAIRO!

Yo
Boiii you keep talkin that shit
So if u really bout it pull up and don't flinch
And Let's Go
I know you in love w that bitch
Is she the one u callin your wife cuz
That is my hoe
And she keep suckin my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch 
On her toes, bitch I know, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

Bitch I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit
Was a rope
All my boy's hittin them licks
Either that or they with the fiends and they
Sellin dat dope
And since we ain't never had shit
Ya gotta love the way a young nigga been
Drippin in gold, if he don't, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke


(Verse) - Ethan Ross

Say my name lil bitch do it justice, fuck this, ima go abuse another substance, cut with a different cloth then the fuck shit, constant panic on my mind from what I done did. On me, bitch I got bandz in my black jeans, tight grip pussy be controlling she a mad ting. Baffling, my haters broke hey say they fasting. All cap, yo pockets dust it’s embarrassing. Lemme address it, shawty wear that dress just for me I undress it, she looking sexy, she like it when I get aggressive, the way she throw it back is oh-so impressive// gonna be swinging fists I’m dangerous to fuck boys, I told him shut the fuck up I do not wanna hear one noise, I’m raging in the street with all goons we breaking windows, he said his gang outside you ain’t outside you little bitch hoe


(Hook) - CAIRO!

Yo
Boiii you keep talkin that shit
So if u really bout it pull up and don't flinch
And Let's Go
I know you in love w that bitch
Is she the one u callin your wife cuz
That is my hoe
And she keep suckin my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch 
On her toes, bitch I know, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

Bitch I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit
Was a rope
All my boy's hittin them licks
Either that or they with the fiends and they
Sellin dat dope
And since we ain't never had shit
Ya gotta love the way a young nigga been
Drippin in gold, if he don't, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

SMOKE!

SMOKE! - Ft. Ethan Ross (Prod Dxnilukx)

WHERE MY MELODIES AT!? (prod. dimebaggie, saint urya, & xarry)

Isolate × Forget

I Killed the Angel of Death

prod. by jesko the professional & 4ria

LYRICS

you’re so critical non-critic 
vindictive  
i’m not slipping 
stick to flows, bitch i deny quitting 
dim lights dingy
like a chimney, i blow smoke 
within me 
dibble and dabble similes 
i’m simply grim 
like ren and stimpy
you’re a simpleton 
similarly cynical 
ive since convinced
every little single sicko when i sit and vent 
about my trials and tribulations 
i’m quick to spend
a minute or two refuting dudes 
when i hit cement 
render this event
too thick to bend  
symbols so discontent 
i live in dystopia 
accompany opium  
soon they’re covered 
by phony associates 
i’m still hoping this 
opens the door to coping with 
slight changes 
constricting my time 
face this condition till lines fade with 
convictions ive tried taking 
to limits till i’m im making a living 
with high wages  


am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here?
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch 

eye for an eye 
i’m obliged to get by 
with every line that i rhyme 
it’s a ride till i die 
like the fire in my eyes 
i’m tired and tied up with your lies 
all the fears stay alive forever 

here we go again 
hold my hopes up then
keep these flows up 
like some clothes i fold up 
you’re a dick head, bowl cut 
stuck up
bitch. i told ya, shits a trip 
i drove up to inflict
a good amount of damage 
to every fuck talking shit 
ive been heavy, lost in abyss  
i will never opt to give in 
rigid as a syringe 
i’m riveting
lyrically bitch i’m littering 
syllables reconsidering miracles 
through my spirit, original
spit wicked, so criminal 
pivot this sick mix, literal 
indifferent to bitches 
i feel the pull of a misfit 
individually mastering flows 
as i pass and indulge in the madness 
mister imagination stacking magic 
practice patterns 
slap a bastard with my back hand 
look who’s back and smooth as flatland 
dudes have lagged and proved 
their games are outdated like sega saturn 


stick around a little, feel my purpose bloom 
control is cultivated by my urge to prove 
whenever i strike back 
with a verse or two 

within a stones throw 
you motherfuckers are doomed 


am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here? 
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch 

am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here?
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch

SØ HELP ME G0D

Prod. mercykill

Lyrics:
I been faded got my payments all my pockets full of gold
Bitch ain't waiting for nobody I'm just playin' till they fold
5.56 how far they go? I spent about a rack on poles
I'm just chillin' in my room, I'm dancin' silly with the Ghost
I been faded with my payments all my pockets got pre-rolls
I ain't waiting for nobody I'm just chasin' all my goals,
5.56 how far they go? I hit yo brain and split the skull
All these problems that you talk about ain't shit compared to most

I ain't done with it, Shotty, got the pump extended
Shawty bitch go head and finish
Suck it up and mind yo business
Party Crashin', funny maggot
All these drugs, I love my habits
Smokin' Blunts how my time passin'
Windows tinted whip from rappin'
Talk my shit I got to have it
Wait,
All this body baggin', blood be splashin', trigger finger fucking up my fun
Ion do that shit I'm simple with the silencer my guns
Bitch don't worry bout my funds, bitch don't worry we'll have fun (fun, fun, fun, fun, fun fun fun fun)

I been faded with my payments all my pockets full of gold
Bitch ain't waiting on nobody I'm just Chillin' till they fold
5.56 how far they go? I spent about a rack on poles
I been chillin' in my room, I'm dancin' silly so composed
I been faded with my payments all my pockets got pre-rolls
I ain't waiting for nobody I'm just chasin' all my goals
5.56 how far they go? I hit yo brain and split the skull
All these problems that you talk about ain't shit compared to most

Scurry in the night, rob the whip and chop it up
Heard you talk tough but in person soften up
Big boy chillin' on the surface cough it up
Nothin' to the bitch, he a snitch, oh my god make me sick
I was in the trenches with you we was hoppin' fences
I'm tryna make a move to get the money, stack the digits
I'm walkin' through the woods at midnight bitch I'm really with it
All this shit you say ain't adding up so Ima finish ♪

I been faded got my payments all my pockets full of gold
Bitch ain't waiting for nobody I'm just playin' till they fold
5.56 how far they go? I spent about a rack on poles
I'm just chillin' in my room, I'm dancin' silly with the Ghost
I been faded with my payments all my pockets got pre-rolls
I ain't waiting for nobody I'm just chasin' all my goals,
5.56 how far they go? I hit yo brain and split the skull
All these problems that you talk about ain't shit compared to most ♪

Grip the Chrome

Lyrics: 
Bitch my baretta been fed up, faded like all day, dont let up
These drugs I take cause I love it, im on the sky float above it
My head dont stop, I rob, I rock, you stomp
The bodies, oh my god (god), drifting, stack up the rods
In my
Garage, drivin’ out in foreign cars I fuck up on yo facade
Bitch act iffy, keep that pole on me
Dont get close, im abroad
Broad vision hazy, I lost
Night vision thermal, the cogs
Im gettin lazy, the sauce
Time to stack up all my,
Racks! (racks)
Hoe! (hoe)
I dont know where I might,
Go! (go)
Woah! (woah)
But I know im not alone
This road I walk aint my own
I sit upon, up that throne
Glock trigger pull then I ghost
Stack this bread, dont do the

Bitch my baretta been fed up, faded like all day, dont let up
These drugs I take cause I love it, im on the sky float above it
My head dont stop, I rob, I rock, you stomp
My head dont stop, I rob, I rock, you stomp, My head dont stop

DAMAGE CONTROL

MERCYKILL

DAMAGE CONTROL (prod. adjacen7)

lyrics: https://genius.com/Gashum-gutter-lyrics

GUTTER (PROD. DINCA)

THE VOICES (feat. Dexndre)

Prod. Hoax
Lyrics, Vocals, Mixing/Mastering, & Cover Art by Red Dot

Ridin' Clean

Ridin' Clean (Prod. Hoax)

I WOKE UP IN A NEW REALM...        (PROD PORT ATLAS)

gothicketchup.

DNR: @Donotresurrect
Producer: @YUNGMERCYKILL
Art: @kidmangx

LYRICS:

[HOOK: MERCYKILL]
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

[VERSE 1: MERCYKILL]
ON MY MIND CAUSE IM A SUICIDAL KID
I GOT TIME TO TRIP ANOTHER FUCKIN LID
I DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT THE FUTURE THAT MUCH
I JUST KNOW A THING OR TWO BOUT BAD LUCK
THATS TUFF
NOW LIVE WITH IT
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT YO ISSUES GO AND DEAL WITH IT
I MIGHT HIT A LICK WHEN IM 95
SCOOTIN IN MY WHEELCHAIR TO DRIVEBYES
IMA TAKE A PISS WHEN I STROLL ON BY
I BE GETTIN HIGH WHEN THE SUN RISE
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT THE MONEY BUT ITS THERE
SPEND IT ALL ON DRUGS SO IM ALWAYS IN THE AIR
THINK ABOUT IT TO MUCH I MIGHT CUT MY FUCKING HAIR
ROLL ANOTHER BLUNT IMA HUG A FUCKIN BEAR

[BREAK]
I BEEN TOO DAMN FUCKED UP FOR WAY TOO LONG WHEN THE MOTHER FUCKER SINGIN THEY BE SINGIN MY SONG
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

[VERSE 2: DO NOT RESURRECT]
IMA HIT HIM WITH A RED DOT
IMA GET A HEADSHOT
IMA GET LIKE 10 KNOTS
BURY YOU IN BEDROCK
NIGGA YOU A DAMN COP
GET UP OUT MY DAMN SPOT
I BEEN KINDA RICH
I JUST WANNA SEE HIS HEAD POP
THEN IMA FUCK HIS BITCH WHILE WE LISTENING TO SLIPKNOT
IMA TAKE A PIC THEN I POST IT TO HIS DESKTOP
NIGGA I BEN TOO DAMN COLD
MY HUMAN SOUL
BEEN HELD UP IN A UFO
SHE DOIN COKE
I TOLD HER THAT SHE TOO DAMN SLOW
SO MOVE THAT BLOW
IM BOUT TO HIT A KILLSTREAK
YOU NOTHIN BUT A NEW X CLONE
NOW WHAT YOU WANT NIGGA
?
SHE TOLD ME DADDY TELL ME WHEN AND IMA BUSS WITH YA
SHE THICK AND TATTED STILL DONT THINK THAT IM IN LOVE WITCHA
NEVER BEEN A THUG NIGGA
LOOK AT WHERE THEM DRUGS GETCHA

[HOOK: MERCYKILL]
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

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