Fuck yes. Sing it like you’re expelling all the pain from every pore…
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oni inc

NIGHTHAWK (Prod. Scottay + Xen0christ)

prod. by washyb
additional prod. by ryan mcgonigle

lyrics

All my decisions, they feel like incisions 
I sort out my pain 
Washed up on shore
But I’m sure I could still see myself go through waves 
Of melancholy and plots 
They’re symbolic of problems i faced
There’s not a moment to waste 
N-n-no time to barter my art with the market
I Target the snakes 
Keep my self harm at arms reach 
So Please pardon the scrapes 
A piece of the starch 
Till I feel really parched 
I could harbor good faith 
P-P Peace to the stars
Leave my mark on the canvas 
No paint
M-M-Mental scars And mementos
Old age can’t erase
Sta-Sta-stark in the face
Harp on the days 
Sharpen ability 
March to the pace of my own beat 
B-born in March, marvel at the grace
I believe In the mission
A smidgen a mix of wit in the lyrics 
Think about my family conflicting 
If they ever hear this, will they feel it?
I doubt it 
F-f-fear and feeling wicked
Cause I’m living without it 
Just kidding, I’m mounted 
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded 
By numbers of addictions 
I will never listen to another motherfucker 
Dumb & dumber, Jim Carey 
But i’m sick of fucking caring 
Everyone is staring 
Find regret in over sharing
Uh
Not sparing a narrow mind
On demos, i settled all my dilemmas 
But bear in mind 
I’ve barely refined my mind 
Love that i've yet to find 
Feel rubbish
Through precious time that fades 
Hope it’s not too late to obtain 
Will I fucking make it to some fame? 
Just wait
What the fuck is this on my shoulders? 
Weight 
Dreaming on a bean
My regime just wakes me up 
Hope it could take me up 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 


St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 
 

Hate to trust anyone 
Make me shudder 
I cannot shake the feeling 
I can’t escape these villains 
Of this outrageous pillage 
Pillow the pain with a pill 
Like cigarette stains encase skills 
Like silhouettes
Shading the truth 
I can’t fill (feel)
The fate of abuse 
It fulfills 
The state of my blues 
I can’t heal 
Occasional use for my thrill 
Caged in a loop, i stand still 
B-b-bet your bottom dollar, i will never stop 
Stack the debt until i am dead 
Bitch ive got a lot to prove 
Nothing to lose 
Back again, these raps are revenge 
And you cats are fucking doomed  
Distracted by my hunger 
And you cats are fucking food 
Down a rabbit hole of habits 
Through my fucking passion 
I’ve had to construe a new tactic 
To catch the truth 
I do fathom the factors glued 
To gloom, active
Actually flew through rations 
I’ve had consumed 
Through disasters
Past the state of blue like passion fruit 
Bruised habits 
Super natural like i do magic 
New battle
Whether they win or lose
Shit is tragic 
Keep a flow on through the winter 
Thicker than molasses 
Keep my hopes up
Blinded by the static  
Never mind
I’ll never be good enough or attractive 
I lack all the facets 
 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines

THE PERKS OF HUMAN ATROCITIES (prod. by washyb)

Obliteration


w/ https://open.spotify.com/artist/17qcgleNjGWZoAqUM0MQHs?si=qRV3S4sRRRuHAVzgvPKgVA

&/ https://open.spotify.com/artist/14gQOCAqIuZ5372rFIq3yT?si=7oV7WV7qTG2DeeLZy69diw

Matrix Malware

Sam Astaroth - https://www.instagram.com/samastaroth666/?hl=en

Sneaky Haxor - https://www.instagram.com/sneaky_haxor/?hl=en

Reviving The Dark Lord Just To Erase Their Existence

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

BEYOND NOTHING

Dark Winter (feat. Xelishurt)

Working Class Hero

Blue Suit Invincible

Recoded Repairs II

ONIFANS (Slowed + Reverb)

Tropical Major

Produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:
I put this 5 56 (.556) right through your motherfucking head 
They say I’m fire with this shit like rock lava on em
And if you’ve come to die, Ill get a suit and tie on you, for the mass out tonight 
Wet your families eyes 
Make your mama cry on my life 

What?
Im done holding back on y’all boys 
Whole game suck dick right now 
Me and OCB got you fake lames wiped down
It’s about that time that I resort to violence 
I’m done sitting silent on the sidelines
Here’s a piece of mind that I’m giving to you :

Give a fuck about your TikTok clicks 
Or any of them gimmicks you enlist in 
The way you spit suck dick 
Yeah I have a vision , I’m on a mission to cut
All the support and the love 
Off from you muhfucking bums
It’s me that they rather would fuck with 
I wonder how many gonna duck this 

Look I get it 
Y’all don’t gotta say it I’m better 
Uh uh 
Y’all get wet up 
*can’t tell?*
Sick of y’all I’m fed up 
Is it me or am I right? 
H - A - L - O when I strike down on em you’ll se the light 
*sorry* 
If I dropped a bomb on your head lil bruh 
I feel like Batman saving Gotham 
Bringing these clowns to justice 
I imagine for you I’m Ex Caliber 
The way you’ll never get up on me 
You a fucking phony 
Ratio’d by my lonely 
Like I got Broly in the clip 
Cause holy moly do it hit 
It gotta kick!

I put this 5 56 (.556) right through your motherfucking head 
They say I’m fire with this shit like rock lava on em
And if you’ve come to die, Ill get a suit and tie on you, for the mass out tonight 
Wet your families eyes 
Make your mama cry on my life

.556 (freestyle)

The Sanest Insane; Control Loss

Armin Wit Some Timbs On

The Blood of a Sinner

RIP HUMANITY isn't 'music. It's 'war'. It's the 'soundtrack' of 'Crash'."

It's the 'reverse engineering' of 'Heaviness' and 'Groove', 'reforged' with 'Glitchcore', 'Cyber-Metal', and 'Chaos 7/8'.

It's the 'scrap yard' here 'ripping out' the 'corrosion' of the 'Quel Era' and 'replacing' it with 'Fire' ('PHOENIX') and 'Digital Hate' ('FUCK YOUR FEELINGS').

It's the 'sound' of 'hardware' breaking. It's the 'sound' of 'DJ Nyx' tearing up the 'vinyl'.

"It's the fucking 'death' of 'Synthpop'. It's the 'end' of 'optimistic' 'humanity'." 

You're listening to the 'Fase 4' (SoundCloud Lore).

But... the 'Cold War' (Fase 1) is happening RIGHT NOW on Spotify. We are 'fishing' for new fans.

Choose your 'Bait' and join the war: https://linktr.ee/RQS_Official

Do Not Despise (Reforged Version)

Dweller (prod. tyler creed)

FUCK YOUR SPEAKERS
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ONIFANS (Slowed + Reverb)

ONI INC.

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