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Ghostemane x TORCHFVCE x Wxlfe x Schultz - Suicidal Disciples (Prod. by PackMan)

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Hallelujah [+visual] Prod Gin$eng

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjTJe8yOMfE

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Bitch I fuckin love when I see that body drop,
Bob to the knock til my heart beat stop,
Stomp on the stage til the fuckin earth shake
Headbang to the bass til my kneck bones break

Bitch I'll throw down til my line go flat.
And If you hit my line, know I MIGHT call back.
If I got time and yo ass aint wack.
I've been tryna get my damn life on track.

I've been drinkin vodka out of snapple with the glass
I been cuttin ties with my friends from the past.
I've sippin wine out of solo cups
So roll those up mothafucka lets chill.

Live a life like mine got time to kill,
I don't give a fuck about no record deal,
I don't give a fuck about no pro-motion
See me movin in slo-motion

I don't really feel much emotion.
I don't really see no commotion,
g checkin online that's l-a-m-e
-

4 letters that seperate us,
I cannot associate,
Please stay away, 
bitch you don't know a thing about me.

Fakes don't fuck with me, they fuck with who fuck with me
But trust me that's something I think we've begun to see. 

Don't fuck with who fuck with me,
Fuck with who fuck with me.

MISFIT

MUSIC VIDEO

Drop Dead (Prod. Grigoryan) [MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION]

Fat Nick Featuring Ghostemane - Sea Sick. 

Produced By Flexatelli

Sea Sick Ft. Ghostemane (Prod.Flexatelli)

Grey Gods (Feat $uicideboy$) [Prod.By Tacet]

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FATALITY ft. AJ SUEDE & BEARDED LEGEND (Prod. by FATAL M)

prod. @trillspector

LYRICS:

Bitch I’ma take you right back to the start, talking Big Bang or we talking ‘bout God, people divided like tear ‘em apart, touch on the subject, I poke and I prod. How you gonna ascertain with half a brain? Motherfucker can’t complain, you mask the pain, as you boutta fuel the flame with cash and fame like gasoline, I go by in the passing lane, yeah. I’m withstanding the test of time, don’t wanna hear them lying, I would rather sit in silence. So I’ma keep ‘em on mute, till it’s the truth, calling it ugly, I think that it’s cute. I’m next in line, the best survive, the rest will die, I’ll flush ‘em out like a pesticide, yeah.

How you gonna tell me what is right? It’s up in the air, up in the air, up in the air.
You can never tell me what it’s like. It’s up in the air, up in the air, up in the air.

Oooohhhh, oooohhhh, ooooohhhh.

Now I’ma take you right down to the end, talking rebirth or we talking ‘bout death, something that people cannot comprehend, learning this lesson while catching your breath. There’s always something more to try before you die, gotta fucking cross the line or fall behind, said you better fortify the force inside and organize the little things so your course aligns, yeah. Everything’s gonna be just fine. How the fuck I know it? I can see the way it’s going. Restoring faith in this place, act as you pray, humans like tuna, they taking the bait. The introspect and intellect can resurrect the great times, cause the best effect, yeah. 

How you gonna tell me what is right? It’s up in the air, up in the air, up in the air.
You can never tell me what it’s like. It’s up in the air, up in the air, up in the air.

Oooohhhh, oooohhhh, ooooohhhh.

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UP IN THE AIR (prod. Trill Spector)

MUSIC VIDEO- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKYu1wE-4pM

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WOE (FT. WORST NIGHTMARE)(PROD. NVTVS) *MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

EITHER HATED OR IGNORED

The touch of the reaper means only one thing, desiccation to everything within my reach.
Kill and repeat, I'm the hacker delete anything 'front of me if I need to release.
Enemies crumbling within my presence, I'm presently not really one to be seen.
I'm the behemoth it seems for no reason I cant waste my time on such trivial things.
Know where you stand, and just know I could banish you from the whole scene with these words that I speak.
I'm tempermental, my energy pent up, bitch back the fuck up if you still want to breathe.
I am the ghost in the night with this butterfly blade, there ain't nothing colliding with me.
Come round the corner, I'm draped in the shadows, bitch my knife will find a place that it can rest if it needs.

Roses, roses, Ashes, ashes. 

Roses, roses, Ashes, ashes.

Come fuck with me, I'ma show you what it's like to never give a fuck my g.
Rollin, and smokin, sippin on blood bitch we keep it on a lower key.
Got no chains, I got no containment, bitch there ain't nothin thats holdin me.
Independent, livin in solitude they can't get close to me.

Roses, roses, Ashes, ashes.
Roses, ashes, Ashes, ashes.

I'm the alchemist, turn a fuckin problem to a body bitch.
Fuck a body bitch, I want all yo shit.
I want all the smoke, I need all the dope.
Bitch don't get to close, I'ma cut your throat.

I'm a cutthroat, losing control, keep your eyes up, keep your head low.
I'm a cutthroat, losing control, keep your eyes up bitch, keep your head low.

Roses, Ashes (Prod. OmenXIII)

Versace pip boy stuntin on ya old boy
Kepler 88 about to be my home boy
Art of mackin with my starter jacket blue x gold
White Reeboks daddy rocked back in 94'
You a hoe boy bitch you ain't a dough boy
Fake chain you a lame quit the show boy
Ima schema only kick it witta schema boy
Don't respond to beef spit from a chicken boy

Nobody beefin with me
I am too busy with me
Livin out all of your dreams
That's why u hatin on me
Mackin them bitches you think
Want you they really want me
They want in my torture machine
But they get nothin from me
Used to be knocked out cold
Now all the sudden you woke
Hittin me up for your song
Go to sleep like before
Bitch I don't rock yo clothes
That designer shit for hoes
I'm tha Ghoste reppin starter like it's 94

Versace pip boy stuntin on ya old boy
Kepler 88 about to be my home boy
Art of mackin with my starter jacket blue x gold
White Reeboks daddy rocked back in 94'
You a hoe boy bitch you ain't a dough boy
Fake chain you a lame quit the show boy
Ima schema only kick it witta schema boy
Don't respond to beef spit from a chicken boy

I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
To Kepler 88

I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
To Kepler 88

I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
To Kepler 88

GHOSTEMANE - STARTER JACKET

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WOE (FT. WORST NIGHTMARE)(PROD. NVTVS) MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION

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