nAvvvi:

thunderous enemies fathom all briberies
indigo fantasies cripple all colonies
speak with it overseas tangle the prophecies
set if we counting the damage of odyssey
pray on the artist like holiday.
run away, run away, run away, run away
yea you the issue, you overstayed
run away, run away, run away, run away
benedict lies you a intimate side,
its the brittle, mint ties.
asquint flies they can sentence you sized
now one of us dies.
I FIND IT SO FUNNY I PICKED UP THE KNIFE AND I CUT YOUR SKIN
CUZ IM MAKING ALL SURE THAT YOU PICKED UP THE FEELING OF FEELING AGAIN
AND IVE PEEPED AT YOUR SIN ITS ALL CUNNING WITH WHIM
HAVE YOU GATHERED A SECOND TO PRAY TO YOUR HYM?
SPEAKING OF THE ISSUES NOW IVE BIRTHED A FEW.
YOU THINK IN I AM JOKER, HAVEN'T A GOT A CLUE.
BEEN A WHILE A COUPLE DOWN YOUR DIRTY NAP IS DUE
pay me, you hate me.

Biv:

So lonely, so lonely, they phony
Can't say you ain't know me
So lonely, so lonely, they phony
Can't say you ain't know me


Thanks for the update cupcake
Mans run off like sweepstakes
Peng ting, sip her up like cuppa
My meals long ways from a suppa
My ends, slow times, been gutta 
Don't deep it, no dreamin, no clutter
Mandem, run off, no gunna
No sleep, I keep, no cuffa
don't beg, don't fake, don't trust her
You fed?  Spoon fed, big runna
No step, my checks, big brotha
Swear down, my cost, big pounds
No rounds, no ounce, men been clowns
Off topic, they lock it, men foul
Wish washin, All been part of the crowd

But back to my patience
I'm waitin, and waitin, for money to chase them
Like all they been sayin
I see the piss that they taken
The world been a prison for lost and mistaken

Istasha:

Cold cut carbon
I run in synthetic armor
Going unapologetic
Not ready to beg a pardon
Black Forest
I’m not in that when I store it
Like a piss I’m Unimportant
hmm yes I rather see this gutted

Cut fold crease
Underwater blanket problem
I don’t want an anchor stay the same out of my endless bottom

Got blind seams under my silhouette It seems
Hypothetic I’m honored, I'm on it

.................

Holiday Pray ft. nAvvvi & Istasha

DEATH DILEMMA
30.06.2021 
GET READY

produced by @pxlse , featuring @biv

ACT 1: OPTIONS ft. @biv
lyrics apache:

oh fuck
i dont see another way out
in my head are voices i can hear them shout, loud
everyday im feeling knocked out
everyday im getting more and more burned out
yuh
suicidal thoughts, drugs make it worse
fuck it imma pop another fucking perc
fuck it imma roll another blunt
i just wanna feel empty, cold and numb
dont wanna hear any fucking sound
yeah the voices they are screaming so loud
yeah they want me to take me out
thats why i put the barrel in my mouth

ACT 2: END THIS
lyrics apache:

im gonna end this
put the barrel in my mouth
and ill let it rain bitch
im gonna end this
put the barrel in my mouth
im gonna let it rain bitch
im gonna end this
put the barrel in my mouth
and ill let it rain bitch
blood is raining
ill end this
i am insane bitch
put the barrel in my mouth
im gonna end this

OPTIONS (ft. BIV) // END THIS [PROD. PULSE]

LYRICS:

(SCISSOR)
So fucking paranoid I sit back wait for my heart to explode
Fucking weak that I can't bring myself to rest in my own home
I got issues that I'm dealing with so let me be alone
Take a polaroid of all my fears pin it to my dome

Nothing left
Drained all the blood that I've bled
I'm blind
Only colour that I see is red
I'm ashamed of the skin that I've shed
I dine
Only thing that I taste is led

Insomnia got me picking at my flesh
And my paranoia got me in a fucking mess,
Ima
let loose
In a mess
Ima
Let loose cuz I feel death prowl

I hit up homie like yo biv let's make them fucking scream
Scizzy and mercy the hardest the underground has seen
Shit got me dizzy get gritty my aura coloured green
Schoolboy Q in this bitch banking those collard greens

Sick of all of you leeches
Scene is in pieces
I gotta fix this shit
I am all of your weakness
You are just schemas
You cannot trick me bitch
Think that you got potential driving all of those fucking rentals boy
You gotta weak mental all you trap boys
think you metal

(BIV)
Wig split,
Finna put that bitch up on my hit list,
Dip shit, told me I was nothing so I pissed it,
Off with my wrist slit, coughin up my bitch fit,
Miss this, couldn't find they lane so I picked it,

Fuck a budget,
Bitch I'm showing up with something,
I can tell that I mean nothing, yuh
Fuck a budget,
Bitch I'm showing up with something,
Why you caught up all the sudden?

Fuck, what they sayin,
I got times a wastin,
You ain't never save him,
Boy don't test my patience,
Only in your statements,
Who the fuck you playin?
How you finna make it?
Bitch don't keep me waitin,

(SCISSOR & BIV)
Fucked up
You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up
Fucked up
You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up

(BIV)
Put a rack in homie's hand, just because I can,
Still ain't good enough for man, get more than I plan,
Smoke a couple packs and think they livin off the land,
Home of the free, caskets for the broke and damned,

I'm better off workin nights,
Not the vulture type, but still the one to earn my stripes,
Tryna get my money right, put fam in better light,
Then eat a 30 clip and call this shit a life

(SCISSOR & BIV)
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked
You ain't tryna see me when I'm,
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up

CHARCHOAL Ft. Van Lawson (Prod. by Biv & Van Lawson)

[Prod.ELE]
Mix & Master [ELE]
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@navvvi
soundcloud.com/navvvi/tracks
www.instagram.com/_navvvi_/
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(Cover)
@akvri
www.instagram.com/prodakvri
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[ELE]
Finally this year ends
got through all this
without any fucking friends
2k23 people still follow trends
fuck, I hate everyone
i don't need to pretend 
it's a never ending story
you will never hear a sorry
working for the fucking glory 
welcome it's the new century
times get colder, feeling frosty
people questioning if this is a simulation
maybe but we all are build in manipulation
everything is so fucked up
but all of this people dont talk
it's okay close your mouths
and shut the fuck up

[ELE & nAvvv]
now we all shut up
now we all shut the fuck up
now we all shut up
now we all shut the fuck up

[nAvvvi]
first off, cleopatra was a whore
great job from the people next door
told me everything was right than said "hit the floor"
watching tik tok bitches makes me wanna be a carnivore
atta boy
never could i had afford
all the shitties that you've worn
bitch im bored, of all the bullshit you riding for
"switch it up"
that's okay
mini mouse was probably slobbin knobbin anyway
get away
bitch olay
i dont want another plate
ride a wave
then jump the ship and say, baby not today
aint that kinda funny, ain't it babe
you made the money, i made the wave

[ELE & nAvvv]
now we all shut up
now we all shut the fuck up
now we all shut up
now we all shut the fuck up

SHUT UP! (ft.nAvvvi)

EVERY BROKEN PIECE [PROD. ESTHETICGLOOM +SKINNYDRAG]

FTK (Fuck The Kings) [prod. what about me?]

BUY OVERPOWER VOL. 2

Ritual 612

prod @pxlse

LYRICS:

black coat
white skin
death note
break yo chin
i got a lotta fucking guns on me
6 bottles of the hennessy
bitch i cannot gurantee
that my wrath killing nobody
liVe fast die young
imma catch u bitch
get hung
up on a tree
on a killing spree
still trust nobody
bitch FUCK *******

left right combo
hooks in your condo
free my man bando
ammo in my cargos
goth bitch she swallows
blowing out her back hoe
got the commando
smoke the tobacco

just let me die in fucking peace
swallow them pills everything piece by piece
tili what i need
drug addiction im a fiend
vision blurred i cannot see
kill em fuckapache

TRIGGER [PROD. PULSE]

FIRESTARTER

Go Getter

Some sort of direction.

Production and art by the goat @wasbeatz

Lyrics:

Climb up quick to get crossed out the way 

You been hoping on dick like a moth to the flame 

getting to it quick but they got in the way 

Gonna Alter this perception we get caught in the paint


Blood stained sheets and blood stained walls

Bitch walking  out the forage hear the birds they call 

Waver in the neurons like its anybody's fault

In the soil he a pellet cant tell anyone at all 



Conditions of light 

Up at the top gonna slip into sight 

Gotta get a respite 

A lick and a bite 

Pull up on us 

He get hit wita pipe 

No visitors type 


War song sung to the ground with the war drum 

Chipped in r-fid when the lord come 

Stay down might dip at the mourn sun 

May douse my wrist till its froze up 



I made, I made a mess


I cant seem to grasp on 



Certain, certain, certain materials 

I just wanna see the truth 


Purpose you counterfeit 

Working so everything balances 

No one deserve 

What your boutta get 

Counting it 

Up 

While 

The serpents 

Surrounding it 

Down on my luck 

But I'm learning to 

Counter it 


Counting my take in my background off 

Few more gates till I pass out drunk 

Boy wanna be great take the trash out bruh 

Telephone game you gon pass that on 


Feelings from the top down 

One by one its cross out 

We ain't having fun so jam the cauldron and you locked out 


I could never stop now 

All the homies  pop out 

I can feel the heat its raising up you In the dog pound 





FINAL DOSE [PROD. W A S]

prod @pxlse

lyrics depth strida:

the legacy is back, its apache fuckin strida time
12 gauge fat shotgun bro aboutta pay the fine
torture him in my chamber 
red dots many laser
fuck him up
meet me later
pull up in pulses beamer
the masks aboutta crack
theres nothing i could hidemayne
you want me on a track
 but that shit not my type aye
apache on the lmg
and we put you up in light ay
fuck with us you get wet up
im not comparing size ay

uh fuck hit the uppercut
and you spit some blood
uh tell me what the fuck was up?
you dont got no bloods
uh catch me sneakin thru your block
hit apache walk
uh no i cannot stop
make his  fuckin body pop

apache:

the fucking king is back
ready to attack
hand out packs 
to the junkies who need crack
always armed with my strap
mac 11 drum mag
pull up in the night with a mask on
alright staying in the dawn
chopper and the ar
drum mag fmj yuh
still beneath the read
u pussies is fake yuh
really did the race yuh
and i never say no
pop pop big chopper on deck yuh

Go Getter

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