Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

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LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

prod. mercykill

Lyrics: 
Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really don't give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I don't really think yall fucking with the kid
Not a lot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

I pray to god I dont know if he there
But I need better days (be)fore my dad in the air
And im still blowing dope, cant you smell in my hair?
I stop sniffin’ that blow
I stop eating them pills
Hate being sober and hate how I feel
Every day wanna end this pain cause the money wont end this ache
Fuck fame I don't want it bitch I like my shade, go away

Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really dont give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I dont really think yall fucking with the kid
Not alot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

Used to rock a burn hole hoodie sippin’ wockhardt
Used to gettin high, ride and whippin’ stolen golf carts
Said I wouldn’t be shit way before I dropped out
Now they yellin’ mk! Only cause I drop now

Used to go to hotel hoppin’, window shoppin’ just a youngboy with no option
Pistol poppin’, pocket robin’, slick black, takin all the money & the jewels yelling !Get back!
Never gave a fuck bout the rules they aint get that
Tell me what to do ima drool when I lean back, chillin
That lazy boy villian
Im on my shit up a blick, go missin

Official Video

The way I feel now

Black Blood (Prod. Netuh)

MARMADUKE

prod. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

Cosmic Humility Interlude

official music video

RAATMA

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats
engineered by @tumaggz

What's The Problem (Remix)
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Featuring @young-skellington
Produced by thet3rtnn x @nightrdd x @vexdsoul
Mixed & Mastered by DEEMXNN & Young Skellington

lyrics:

(DEEMXNN):
blow a bag until i'm geeked outta my shit
i'm far from rock bottom
two sides to my ways, you wanted war 
like what's the damn problem

i don't even care for that bitch nigga
or do i
do i care for that bitch nigga?
they're there and gone i don't give a fuck nigga

blow a bag until i'm geeked outta my shit
i'm far from rock bottom
two sides to my ways, you wanted war
like what's the damn problem
i'm never pulling that card, don't fuck wit me bitch
you are still fallen
ha ha ha...
what's the problem yeah like
why the fuck you lying on my name 
bitch you gon die bout it
too much on my mind they're there and gone
then i ain't worried bout it
been bounded down i won't quit
i love this shit, don't wanna go without it

i'm a demon baby let me come and fuck up your life
come and entertain me at the crib, i been up all night
i been feeling empty baby yeah i'm far from the light
i need a reason i ain't patient
 i don't care bout the price
in and out through out that smoke
that shit ain't new so let me know
i been quiet but don't provoke
my nigga's know i'm still a goat
it's been a cold summer
laid out on the lot, he's turning ghost
and i been out my slumber
ranking wit them demons, he a joke
he a fake, don't need a blade
imma beat that mf's face until my knuckles break
swerving in my lane like he don't give a fuck about a fate
nigga shhh...
go to sleep, his ass is in his grave
and he ain't coming back
we ain't the same so he can't run it back
i'm like a running back
i'm running over these niggas for a bag
like he ain't aiming back
extendo on the stick and now he falling back
got this nigga dancing from this beam
like where the fuck he at?
(where he at?)

(Young Skellington):
I pull up on em whats the problem I got this shit by myself 
Hit the throttle being followed by a charger that’s the 12 
Fully auto what’s the model g19 up on my belt
Pop a bottle wit a model only sippin top shelf 
Aye 
Hardest pill to swallow if the hand that you was dealt 
I was down at rock bottom didn’t need your fucking help 
Deemxnn drop em head shot em send that pussy boy to hell 
It’s a problem ima solve it flee the scene inside a hellcat 
Only Smokin gas Smokin dabs you can smell that 
Dick on all the straps all I really need is one tap 
I be in my bag bout my cash i won’t go out sad 
Vette go super fast anti lag flames spit out the back 
Crash out you gone make me crash out I don’t play about my bitch I pull the fucking Mac out 
Wow 
Cash out yea I had to cash out cause I’m all about a check and I wont ever back down

What's The Problem feat. Young Skellington (Remix)

BONDO

MOBBS RADICAL - PHILOSOPHY OF THE KNIFE(PROD. JON LOC)

DEMISE W/ SHOKI (Prod. RULZ)

COMING FROM NOWHERE TO ONLY END UP HERE! 

-BLACK $HEEP COUNCIL MOVEMENT
-CAMP HOLLOW 
-DEADLXFE GANG

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