NIKKO WTF THESE VOCALS ARE WICKED!!!!!!!!!!!

REBEL

prod @gullyspit
cover by buvard, based on Togawa's Tamahime sama
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Nowadays i’m feeling like i’m reaching for air
Want my ransom, a gentleman but i’m throwing tantrums
Nowadays i’m feeling like im reaching for air
From my underground lair , pull my hand out the land grab a ankle

Waste my lifetime , weight the product, brain lasagna
ineeded something brighter, all my hope was being smothered
Needed something smarter , feared of being smaller
Than my father really wanted

Something inside his eyes grows
He got blood on the nails that dug holes
He was sculpting, fucking his own skull
He got bugs in the head that won’t go
X2

Yeah i feel this world owe me nothing less than i damn wish
I’ll be begging for bigger pockets to fit the bands bitch
See, my soul’s tapestry going harder than 10 bricks
We aint cut from the same fabric , i come from god’s dick

Rational thinking is off
ima make it my way like a child
unperverted by nature 
fuck out my face if you think that i’m wrong
your intentions ain’t pure , all you want is a feature
my mental is precious
cant possibly fold to the pressure, surrounded by leeches
i’m off to the moon
always getting high in my room
im recording until i retire my booty

stop, chop chop
im a cut you like a crop top
cut you out my life cuz you a fuck
pussy boy weasel dont put your nose in my shit
feeble motherfuckers and they bluffin, you a phony bitch

bad brothers
depressed lovers
and brave suckers
this is for people with young hearts like ben button
death covering , scent of a man’s suffer 
with great problems , fuckers this is for my clique

BRAINZ!

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT +PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE+

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

Prod Michael Link
Stream: https://too.fm/k4142j9

Lyrics:

I don’t talk a lot 
Got no ceiling like I dropped the top 
They don’t pop and I’m bussin now 
Yes I’m burning hot 
And I heard they like smoke and fire
Contemplate if I’ll spark or not 
I’m like Zabuza the way my blade fucking chop you up
And hide your parts in a parking spot 
I can’t cuff a thot 
And don’t fit in what’s the fucking problem?
No sinning I’m a man of God 

Why, put that pussy on me? 
I enlist in murder baby
Do you not care about yourself?
Is you not fucking crazy? 
Die
Stick with me you’re gonna die 
Guarantee it wouldn’t lie 
You only live for like a second anyway 
Then you rot 

Off em 
Radio bomb em 
Middle weight toss em , right off the stage (aye)
Often these bitches awful 
Bitch and I’m awesome 
That’s why I get paid (aye)
Lost it, center the moshpit 
It’ll be dark soon, you’ll never see day 
Wait for a coffin 
Why are you coughin?
You wanted this smoke that I’m blowin your face
Hitting em regardless of lookin both ways 
Finna hit em with a car if these pussys don’t break 
Wait , stop talking bullshit out the side of your head 
Because my Glock doesn’t like it and it’s looking for a reason it could - 

Talk a lot 
Got no ceiling like I dropped the top 
They don’t pop and I’m bussin now 
Yes I’m burning hot 
And I heard they like smoke and fire
Contemplate if I’ll spark or not 
I’m like Zabuza the way my blade fucking chop you up
And hide your parts in a parking spot 
I can’t cuff a thot 
And don’t fit in what’s the fucking problem?
No sinning I’m a man of God 

Why, put that pussy on me? 
I enlist in murder baby
Do you not care about yourself?
Is you not fucking crazy? 
Die
Stick with me you’re gonna die 
Guarantee it wouldn’t lie 
You only live for like a second anyway 
Then you rot

TALK A LOT

BERSERK ft. FXCKJAMiE (PROD. WADJET)

with @JaeAlaska

Prod @Gullyspit

Lyrics soon

Hotkeys w/ Jae Alaska

production: Gullyspit

Lyrics: 
Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 1: 
that’s a misfire
that’s a setback
I bet that 
stitch what you can save and put the rest inside my backpack
got fun in little bottles you have that 
come on back inside and grab a blunt
got pretty girls, you like they ass fat?

i be fucking toxic
i know they hate guts 
i might stay on drugs
smoke these roaches to the nubs
pretty people in my dm's
lot of black inside my lungs
i know they wanna see me rotten
wanna fill me up slugs 

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 2: 
off the jump
need a lift come suck me up
i been waiting for minute 
every finger needs a gun
i can’t deal with more attention
but attention is so fun
you the type to run your mouth
I’m the type to make you run
it’s okay though
cause i got pockets full of bands
i got money for a second till it burns right out my hands
empty stomach like my gas tank
concrete all on my land
i got weapon that been handmade
using printers from Japan

but today
honestly today 
I feel a bomb
my face got a mask
don’t say you scared of this gun
i just need a bit a time 
this moment won’t be for long
put the money in the bag or open wide for the pump

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

On The Road

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j

featuring: @Istashathescrub
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

(NIKKO)
Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? I'm a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

And that’s how I’ll squeeze the blood out a bitch
My tongue got em ripped 
Posted with a gun outta state with hoes in the back 
Telling me they love all my shit 
Im mad fuckin lit 
I could get you mans fuckin slid 
I rock up my wrist yeah
Im not the one, but I’m bout my tools 
Always loaded on me, like I’m liquor on a cruise
You need to face that I have won
And you’ll always lose 
But that’s just cause I’m better and I have something to prove 
Yuh I serrate my chain so I can whip brains out em
Find a tree and let ‘em hang on it 
They swinging like playground
Wait like what’s with all the hatred they ask me 
You wouldn’t get it huh 
They can’t sthpit how I spit and it is fucking pathetic 
Yeah im fed up with these lames 
Run a hundred fuckin thousand out the bank before you claim that we could ever go toe to toe
Noticeable that you can’t 
Interlope into their earlobes and they spread it like the plague 
Came to bring infinite pain 
I'm the baddest fuck you saying? 

Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? Im a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

(Istasha)

Generated like CG 
Mirages and FIJI water
Don’t feed me
The problems they repeat 
Your goddess she bleed when she weep and it’s tragic as fuck 
You drank out the tire of sludge 
The ground where your high as the mud 
The flowers don’t grow where they should 
If you lying you dying 
So I would never ____ 
Got miners to dig you up 
Full of fractures racking up 
With that hemoglobin your cup 
Let them wagers take a loss
I got cobras in my gut
Let the venom go to waste 
Don’t forget
If I give a fuck 
Feed the nog
Take a Picture
My features all Fake 
Hit my core 
For the Fissure 
No heaven left 
Safe 
I’m a dog in a pit
Ugh I need a noose 
Sacs All My parts 
Still Kickin
No bucket No plate 
Duckin

TALKING TO GOD

TALKING TO GOD (feat. Istasha)

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j
produced by : VEINN & Akvri

Lyrics:

We got motion, what you know bout that?
I been watching y’all all go out bad 
It’s fantastic 
Get your body in a blacked out bag 
I broke through the ceiling like my heads in the attic 
Move fast, more casualties racked up the better 
I been keeping track of decapitated rats that I stacked up on my pillage invading 
I been on attack since a youngin smackin wack niggas in they scapulas break it up baby 
Lodi dodi fuck everybody 
I’m outside, know the feds is watching 
Getting rowdy bet that you won’t stop me 
Yuh word is bond, I said I’m deadass B 
And if you gotta problem you know where to see me
I make the endorphins in your head secrete I’m blessed to be the one 
My masterpiece is a mess of blood 
From hell I seem to reign
An ancient sun, of fire and flames that I spit out my lungs 
Catastrophe of blaspheme 
A blast from me will get ya dead past tense when they talking bout you 
My bad I hit your son
Here’s a voucher for this big dick girl I’m well endowed 
Walk in my spot fucker I’m gon press you out 
You gotta die someday so what’s wrong with now?

Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
It holds us together 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
And don’t you forget it 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
It holds us together 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
And don’t you forget it 

Cause if you do 
I’m letting bullets spiral right through ya 
I don’t speak to bitches if they don’t hawk tuah
I’m about my business baby what’s it to ya? 
On my dick crazy 
I’m who they bit, rabies 
I bark and they sit, lazy 
Collecting hit payments yuh 
Just like Agent 47 or 007 I bust em 
If I was a peasant like you I’d be getting to ducking 
My murder benevolent
You an irrelevant buster 
Dust up, get in the sediment, put you under 
Not my fault that you hate me 
Not my fault that you ain’t me 
Crack the fault line get angry 
Back the fuck out my space  
Before I sandy hook the look of your face

“Cause imma blow yo head off B, WORD IS BOND” 

Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
It holds us together 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
And don’t you forget it 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
It holds us together 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
And don’t you forget it

WORD IS BOND

Word Is Bond

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

Yeah I’m in your face, what the fuck you gon do about it? 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off 

Oh wait, now they using graphite 
Think I want your skin 
I peel it off and get it graft tight
Wrapped around my head like walking dead I’m in the street 
Imma let ‘em hear it 
Fuck being discrete 
What the fuck you mean he’s walking around? 
Im blowing off his feet then! 
Every time they see me 
Pussies singing like the weekend  
Fuck you mean you miss your homie? 
Boy get better defense 
Right? 
I mean I am not a dick, it’s just I’m fully equipped and 

Yeah I’m in your face, what the fuck you gon do about it? 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off 

And baby I ain’t gon let off 
Got my foot, on they neck 
Im applying this pressure 
So many stones on my wrist 
I could ice you to death 
Won’t throw a bone to a bitch 
Dog I need every scrap 
You’ll die alone in your skin 
Make sure you leave something left 
That’s why I walk with this Beretta 
Answer bread when it call 
Also who knows who got my back 
Ready for WAR !!!
Whatev endeavor I imbed in 
I been destined to ball 
Just keep that shit inside your head because 

When I’m in your face you gon have to do something bout it 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off

SKINGRAFT

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j

Lyrics:

My tank is out of gas 
It’s runnin low 
And I’ll never make it back 
That much I do know 
Not that I’d want to after all that’s been done 
I’ve got no shoulder that I know I can cry on 
Just me just me just me 

Change colors like seasons 
Right now I feel blue 
No life isn’t easy I know that that’s true 
It’s jus easier with you

If I died right now would you care? 
My trees falling TIMBER
And nobodies able to hear it 
I wonder 
If it’ll still make a sound 
Let’s figure it out
Cause no doubt 
If I died right now you would care 
And so many so called friends would suddenly be there I wonder 
Where are they at now 
Cause I’m by myself thinking bout 
If I died right now 
Died right now 
I wanna die right now 
Die right now 
And if I died right now 
Died right now 
Could you survive without 
Survive without me baby 

Change colors like seasons 
Right now I feel blue 
No life isn’t easy I know that that’s true 
It’s jus easier with you

My tank is out of gas 
It’s runnin low 
And I’ll never make it back 
That much I do know

Feelin Blue

Feeling Blue

produced by @veinnnn
written & performed by @blckbrds x @nikko-nrg
engineered by @tumaggz x Veinn

CROWS DON'T FORGET

Blckbrd x NIKKO - CROWS DON'T FORGET

Empty cups and streetlights
You don’t know what it feels like
Cast away for certain
Pull away the curtain and there you will find
I don’t know where I belong
The wind can blow 
Out along the road

These memories
They’re all I have now

This bridge
Under I hid
It’s just a machination for the love that I am taking

Are we not breathing 
No, are we not feeling
Are we not seeing the weapons they’re using
I feel enabled
And I’m gonna use it
Cards on the table 
And I’m going through it 

Made out on the road
I’m not gonna fold

Lying in the churchyard
The ravens taste my weakness

Mother maggie loves me 
Why she wants to do this I don’t really know
Maybe so I give her hope
The wind can blow 
Out along the road

These enemies
They’re what I have now

The wish 
That I could live
It’s just a machination for the love that I am taking

Are we not breathing 
No, are we not feeling
Are we not seeing the weapons they’re using
I feel enabled
And I’m gonna use it
Cards on the table 
And I’m going through it 

Made out on the road
I’m not gonna fold

Are we not breathing 
No, are we not feeling
Are we not seeing the weapons they’re using
I feel enabled
And I’m gonna use it
Cards on the table 
And I’m going through it 

Made out on the road
I’m not gonna fold

These Eyes Still See

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