Mais... quelles voix...  😲🥰😲👹

Sugs
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sugszeey/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3jsxOJ7aipBF4ijXEBZDNb?si=5pfH6h7rST6YPmInZRoDYg
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnmR7yCIFTdHcIbrnWyt7XA

Mix: Cohst

P.B.Rollin

TAKE NOTES!

TAKE NOTES! (feat. Bumboi)

PYRAMID (PROD. ZYLLER x ZEPPLIN)

Scottie. https://open.spotify.com/artist/0JndwlI2WkbqsvAQA8M8vz?si=FdhyChjRQe26U1j0b4gJuQ

Novo. https://open.spotify.com/artist/1nIpYhcmOMOMo2cYtbcyXX?si=V-8ndD1IRfWbza5syI5OrQ

Demon bless

Pop-Up Murder Sermon

[HOOK]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

[NIKKO]
Why everybody pussy?
I staple their eyelids to they head so they can't overlook me
Bitch I feel like god
Now everybody else a rookie
I'm strapped with these bombs to my chest
Nobody fuckin push me

[MVRTYTR]
I dont need no perc
i dont need a xan 
i dont need a lick 
i dont need a plan 
bitch i lift off
i dont need a gram
bitch im geeked up 
yeah i'm off a band 
yeah 
yeah 
what the fuck 
like what the fuck
black out 
like my fit i let em 
uh
yeah 
uh 
ice
uh
bitch im cooling wit the shit 
i dont give a fuck about your clique a little (bit)

[NIKKO]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

[DAEGHO]
All you motherfuckers sound the same
Like copy and paste
Nobody got any range
Do anything for the fame, yeah
All of you wannabe rappers could be actor
The way you love to fake
The lyrics you spitting don’t hold any weight
That’s why nobody relate  
Nah fuck this, it’s about time that I set the tone
2024 
If you ain’t OCB
You’re in the reticle
And I could really give a fuck about anyone’s respect 
If there’s a bounty on the head of the game just know we came to collect


[AMAC]
Deny our existence
Your persistence gets you killed 
Not out of malice, we just do it for the thrill 
A bunch of evil motherfuckers 
When we come we bring the ruckus 
Rid the world of false profits 
And we leave them lying still 
Cause we Outcast 
Blow like Belfast if you step on my block 
Feel the fire from foul bastards 
Nikko put down the glock 
We’ll leave em cold kill ‘em slow like molasses 
We outcasted, y’all just in a casket


[NIKKO]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST (ft. NIKKO, MVRTYR, DAEGHO, AMAC)

Stream: https://hypeddit.com/nikko/pottymouthsouth

Lyrics:

Red flag you wanna know how much my chain is aye
Nowadays I swear to god these bitches brainless yuh
And they nameless 
I stay faceless
Cause everybody around me trynna get famous
Fuck Ring cameras 
What's a deadlock? 
We gon break in not a doubt 
Yeah her parents didnt like me so I moved her to the south 

Okay a belt or bag Ferragamo and shawty slut it out 
And man yall boys aint got no game 
It's not my fault everyone knows it 
And they watching, copy how I move they hella nosey 
Ride on 24's with bloody under-glow this isn't stock 
Go ahead and pull out your cameras
I hope they watch bitch call the cops
Cause what I'm bouta do to you I wouldn't call it holy 
Flashlight on the stick I walk around my block patrol it
So what's the motion baby girl nobody told me 
Do we want him dead or should he live another moment?
She said "are you serious?" , you should tell just by my tone bitch

Red flag you wanna know how much my chain is aye
Nowadays I swear to god these bitches brainless yuh
And they nameless 
I stay faceless
Cause everybody around me trynna get famous
Fuck Ring cameras 
What's a deadlock? 
We gon break in not a doubt 
Yeah her parents didnt like me so I moved her to the south

She call me daddy now 
Very disrespectful I had spank her for that pottymouth
Like what the fuck they talkin bout?
I bust that Patek down
Diamonds ain't essential but -
Since they can't get em I'll buy em out , call me petty
Most hated cause the conversations with me deaded 
That means not talking to yall pussies
Through your head need get it 

Red flag you wanna know how much my chain is aye
Nowadays I swear to god these bitches brainless yuh
And they nameless 
I stay faceless
Cause everybody around me trynna get famous
Fuck Ring cameras 
What's a deadlock? 
We gon break in not a doubt 
Yeah her parents didnt like me so I moved her to the -

Pottymouth (SOUTH)

Pottymouth (SOUTH) - prod. vexd

prod. mercykill
mix & mastered: rose

[http://li.sten.to/walkingdoom]
official music video: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTd3s18A_RM]

lyrics:
put some paper in my pocket 
stack it up, I need a check 
i’m finna flip it, fuck it up 
i wanna hit sumn with a Tec
i wanna rip it, run amok 
them double digits turn to stacks 
i’m screamin “Kill em, hush em up!”
i need some crystals on my neck 

you wanna do it?
put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card, it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain 
choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
i’m comin through with the new tool 
and i’m too smooth 
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
got a loose screw 
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
with that deuce deuce 
put hole in him like a Froot Loop

why you lame? 
what you gain? 
why you hate a nigga?
my doggy maim 
gold fangs 
how he ate a nigga 
we droppin brains 
ya whole gang gon evade a nigga 
Peter Piper picked a pack of pistols to erase a nigga 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
(put some paper in my pocket)
i’m comin through with the new tool 
(stack it up, i need a check)
and i’m too smooth 
(i’m finna flip it, fuck it up)
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
(i wanna hit somethin with a Tec)
got a loose screw 
(i wanna rip it, run amok)
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
(them double digits turn to stacks)
with that deuce deuce 
(i’m screamin “kill em, hush em up!”)
put hole in him like a Froot Loop
(i need some crystals on my neck)

put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

put a body in the air with my fist like 
i’m in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
swear to god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight

official music video

Walking Doom

MOLLYWALK Feat. XELISHURT & DELIRIUM (prod.BL8DEZ)

prod. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

MANIC MAN

WishyWashy w/ NIKKO & XELISHURT 🫧 Prod. Y$57 🫧

@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

🦇✨You are not alone welcome to the family🚧🖤
ALL MEMBERS ARE IN THE FOLLOWING

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST (ft. NIKKO, MVRTYR, DAEGHO, AMAC)

OUTCAST BLOCK

Recent comments

Knockzy

Resolute111

Autumn Lanni

"FIRED UP SPLIT" on YouTube

Related tracks