Name: HEAL 2 by LEFTHANDLUCK
Duration: 2 min 41 s
Description: "HEAL 2" THE FIRST SINGLE FROM THE PROJECT "FIRESTARTER" OUT 5/??/2020

The type of shit i be listening to when i go tryhard in GTA 

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)

Produced by @wasbeatz
Art by @wasbeatz

[LYRICS]

SHIT IMMA GET STRAIT TO POINT.
NO NEED TO REMAIN, MOTHERFUCKING FEEL THE PAIN.
HOLY FUCK I HATE YOU HOLY FUCK I LOATHE EVERY SINGLE PARTS OF YOU.
GET THE FUCK AWAY IMMA BURN UP ALL THOSE IN MY WAY.

YOU ARE AGAIN DISPLACED.

MY TIME IS NOT DIVINE.
WE ARE MORTAL AFTER ALL.

BURN TO ASHES,
DROWN IN YOU BLOOD,
PULL UP THE FACE OF THE EMPTY MAN.
HIDE LIKE YOU HAVE NO KIND.

(Burn to ashes,
Drown in you blood,
Pull up the face of the empty...
Burn to ashes,
Drown in you blood,
Pull up the face of the empty man.)

MY BODY'S ABANDONING ME LIKE A VOLLEY.
PRAY FOR ME SO CAN I DIE SLOWLY.
PITY ME, FORGET ME, I DON'T CARE.
PITY ME, FORGET ME, I DON'T CARE, NO.

YOU ARE AGAIN DISPLACED.

MY TIME IS NOT DIVINE.
WE ARE MORTAL AFTER ALL.

(My time is not divine. 
We are mortal after all.)

DISPLACED II  [prod. ｗａｓ]

dropped this in detention (prod.510)

Mixed by  https://soundcloud.com/ele666 
LYRICS:
I´ve been thinking bout this shit for awhile now girl
know u prolly touching hands with the sky now love
Im just wishing things where different n I could fly right by 
I just feel that Im too Young to fucking die right now
X2
(Fuck this damn world
suicide die young)

I know u felt so lonley 
I didn’t do a damn thing
Tryna get the pain to numb
By carving at ur skin
I remember when you told me you can’t take it anymore
 I ran over to your house and put my foot right through the door
I remember all the pills and you there laying on the floor
I saw the letter and the pen but you hadn’t written anything
How the fuck you gonna leave me without saying a damn thing 

I´ve been thinking bout this shit for awhile now girl
know u prolly touching hands with the sky now love
Im just wishing things where different n I could fly right by 
I just feel that Im too Young to fucking die right now
X2
(Fuck this damn world
suicide die young)

I just remember me falling down feeling so numb
Phoned the paramedics and they didn’t do shit
Told me you were long long gone and walked off
I’m still calling you to hear you say leave it at the tone
Standing by your grave just to cry into my phone
I miss your voice

ANXTHER DAY (PROD.TUNDRA)

Overpower Vol. 2

Overpower

Raging alcoholism type track. 
@c3of
@lvstforpain
@ventingpalace
prod @wyntyr
Art @c3of @ventingpalace

[LORD DISTORTION]
Fuck an opp
Head leaking throw the molotov
Saw it off
Pussy pull up and he falling off
Fuck your set
Tuck that semi with the hover jet
Bus it then
Flip that product boutta come again

Lethalist weapon I'm trippin not seeing direction
Its Feverish dreams in a separate dimension
Firvilous figure that pistol go screeching its endless
Get left in the river so seeping and wetted

I whip out the beam and its ended
I sell to fiends in the section
Fuck with the piece with the weapon
I pop a bean to forget it

wanna come up at the set
Spaz go bussin instead
that mag blow bodies in check
Got your girl in the bottomless depths

[PAPA SLEEP]
Break in your house and I kick in your head
Sipping that dirty sipping that fluoride
Pigs pull me over I know that a cop died

I'm boutta bust
You bite the dust
Rip off the crust
No one to trust

Too much testorone blow out your veins
Play dead like a possum you all the same
You boutta blow like the drum in your mouth
You got that poor taste irony sweeter than sorbet

Baseball bat to the head we be playing blood sports
Dirty stick I pick it up right up off the ground
You so greasy cant get bound down
Bounce out
Ain't about the Gaza watch your luck run out
better getting to running now

[LVST]
ay ay

pull to yo block with the k

tucking the 40 right next to the blade

blade to yo face if you throwing that shade

ahhhhh

why are u pussys still sippin on lean

yall a clone of the image dont copy the team

heroin needles bitch i am a feen

epidermic king but im still lookin clean

plenty green
on the scene
with a beam
at yo spleen
russian cream
with the kush
wait she gotta bush
she talking to much had to tell her to sush
plot the 11 like reagan and bush

pussy so pink like strawberry crush
you be making no bands man u blow it and flush
stomp your head till u purple and turned into mush
u dont know bout my limits till all of them pushed

[VENTING PALACE]
I'M KICKIN THE BUCKET BITCH FUCK THIS
I NEED A NYMPHO WHO LOCKS LIPS
YOU AND YOUR OTHER STAY SMOKIN' THAT CAT PISS
RUN UP ON THE SET YOU GET PRICKED LIKE A CACTUS

TIP TOEING
SNEAK DISSIN'
DABBIN' UP
SOME LIVE RESIN
QUIT BITCHIN'
THE RAP GAME IS MY MISSION
YOUR FLOWS LAME
AIN'T CREATIVE
YOU BETTER GET BETTER
BEFORE WE TAKE OVER BOY
WHY ARE YOU FLEXIN
YOUR MUSCLES LOOK FRAGILE BOY
I KEEP A KNIFE IN MY CORDUROYS
JUST IN CASE ANYONE LACKIN JOY

GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP
GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP

GAZA 2500 w/ SAINT SLEEP, LVST, VENTING PALACE [PROD. LUCY WYNTERS]

Second single taken off "Cytopathic". Coming next month!

WITH: @GULLYSPIT & @DEPTHSTRIDA
PROD: @KIRAWTHESAVIOR
MIX: @NAVVVI
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[SAINT SLEEP]
I got that cough so we set it up
Come to your block then I wet it up
Invite the virus inside of your home
Enter veins now you ape shit
Bad to the bone marrow
Black widow tap on your eyelids
Clip rip through your bitch catch her carcass on the floormat

I don't care where you been
I don't care what you seen
Mucus found on the scene

Xanax in the slammer slanging bodies out the cellar
Bet I find your skeleton hanging on the park bench
Car bent out of shape
Face down in the shit stain
Quarantine the whole trap spray the germs off the chain

DESIGNER GET STRIPPED OFF THE BODY PILE
BITCHES SELLING VACCINES ON THE BLOCK I THINK I NEED IT NOW

[BRIDGE]
Nothing left now but a dead scene and a deadlock
Burnt bridges nowhere left to go homie gotta let go
Let go
Let go
Tell me when you let go
Let go
Homie gotta let go

[GULLYSPiT]
Piss out the misery
Coke in my blood if it spill I go surfing
Get with the program or get labelled worthless
It’s not a sickness just rot on the surface
Bio-machinery ticks like a clock
Chase it with lime now the gears met a rock
Invade the middle then go back and bomb all the chalk
I know the air leave you choking but think of the stock

Pinned like an animal, pathogen phoenix
Fuck with yo mental, restructure the helix
Believe in nothing get killed with the heathens
I know it’s hard but you better not fight the adhesion
I know the lesion grows faster, increasing the fracture
With stress it reopens, no treating the cancer
Were hoping it sells

Can’t hear the siren it’s drowning itself
Doc made a promise these pills do me well
Doc made a promise that imma get right
What does he know?
Carried away by the night
I hear the silence it’s grows
I’m at the end of the rope
I know that I gotta go
Gotta let go
Gotta let go

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Peel off the surface that humans call skin
Im the disease theres no way you can win
Creep thru the city they buried me in
And father forgive me cause I commit sins
Bitch I strida walk right through your block
Ay fuck with me you get wet up
Ay they call me the devils blood
Cause I stomp humans to the ground

Ay im a virus
And you gon die from me
Okay, call me the medics
And they will run in fear
(Contagious contagious
I think I caused a plague bitch)x2

Cytopathic

Quarantine ft. Gullyspit & Depth Strida

Stream/Buy

Quarantine ft. Gullyspit & Depth Strida [prod. kiraw]

Lyrics:
(I love the fact that you think that I’m nice
when you don’t even know me
You just tell me I’m nice for no reason
Why?
Just hop right in my DM‘s but
Bruh
Let me tell you something
It’s really important so listen up
Yeah 
I got some news for you)

I hate your kind
Why don’t you all just die
The fucking thought make me smile
I’ve been feeling dead for a while
Come and join me in the ground
Fuck you all
Your breath is an insult
Your touch is so sinful
Life is hard but death is so simple
Just catch this axe through your damn skull

Let the fucking blade hit the face and the gut
I just wanna play with the spray of the blood
Let the fucking grave dig your way to the rot
Introduce you to a place that you prayed you forgot
Stomp your fucking head in break the bones in your jaw
Split you into pieces with a nasty ass saw 
Drive you over with a truck give a fuck like a slut
Don’t ask for a collab you can suck on my cock
Why the fuck would I care when I don’t care about shit
I hate my fucking life and this stupid ass music
I don’t wanna do it anymore Imma lose it
I don’t care about fame I don’t care about money
I don’t care if I stay I don’t care if I go
I just wanna be a dick cuz you’re a fucking asshole
You’re fucked little bitch but I guess that’s what you want

Get somebody torched and faded
I don’t wanna play games
I just wanna see your brains on the fucking pavement
Fallen garbage taint the earth with my carnage
Get some fucking help I can’t help myself 
I wanna kill everyone in this fucking place
You’re gon get erased
If there’s nothing you can change it’s my fucking hate
Anger is my fucking faith

YOUR BREATH IS AN INSULT (PROD. RAJASTE)

LYRICS:

Stuck in a dead end 
nothing is worse
I need to get out 
cuz I’m losing my worth
Sing like bird
Ride with a hearse
Breath is a curse
So much hate for this world 
You don’t hear what I say 
but I’m screaming my words 
You don’t see through the fakes
cuz your vision is blurred
We all make mistakes
but you’ll never learn
I’m boiling with hate
and I hope for the worst

Lit the world into flames
and watch everything burn
There will be no Escape
There will be no return
I cannot wait
You’ll get what’s deserved 
All of my rage
Let it out to be heard
Free from the cage
Fly like a bird 

Set the world into panic 
With feathers of poison
Head full of static
My wings have been broken
Your fear is so tragic 
My heart has been frozen

Nothing can stop me from taking you all down
I want my pain to be yours cuz it’s so loud
Do you hear the chirping explode in your brain now
Cuz that’s all I hear can’t get them too go out
Birds in a cage
I wear feathers of pain 
Freedom I chase
But I’m trapped like a slave
Your words are so toxic
Don’t mention my name


Birds in a cage
bang your beak through the brain
Birds in a cage 
we got nothing to say

Birds in a cage
work the beak like a blade
Birds in a cage
and It’s time to escape
x2

HEAL 2

LEFTHANDLUCK

Recent comments

Psichat

Milad

~ S Y N T H D E M ☼ N ~ ☆Anti-Star⛧ [反キリスト]

pipgrug

Related tracks