NOT ENOUGH SPACE FOR THE LYRICS ON THIS ONE, WILL UPDATE GENIUS SOON! 🪬

77.7 HAND OF GOD FM NO.1 (PROD. FONY WALLACE + ETC.)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
MY PAPA SAID “STAND TALL, CARRY THE WEIGHT”
“PEOPLE ALWAYS GONNA HAVE SOMETHIN’ TO SAY”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”
MY MOMMA SAID “SON, YOU CAN MAKE YOUR FATE”
“YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT OR SIT AND WAIT”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”

PEOPLE ALWAYS GOT SOMETHIN’ TO SAY
WHEN YOU DOIN’ SOMETHIN’ YOU BELIEVE IN EVERY DAY
THEY HATE TO SEE YOU EDUCATED, OPINIONATED, AND HELLA FADED
THEY JEALOUS AND FULL OF HATRED, THEY WANT YOU TO EMBRACE IT
CAN’T LET ‘EM PUT ME DOWN, MY SKIN IS BROWN
THEY LOOK AT ME LIKE I DO NOT BELONG IN THIS TOWN
THEY MAD THAT MY JOB IS MAKIN’ SOUND
I CAN TELL THAT YOU’D BE HAPPIER IF I WAS 6 FEET UNDERGROUND
THE WORLD IS DESIGNED TO MAKE YOU WASTE TIME
TO MAKE YOU ACT A FOOL, TALK RUDE, DO CRIME
TO SPEND YO MONEY PROVIN’ THAT YOU GOT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE
WORRIED ‘BOUT THE BRAND THAT YO SHOES AND YO SHIRT SAY
I WEAR MY HAND-ME-DOWNS WITH PRIDE
AND I WON’T LET NO HATER COME AND INFILTRATE MY MIND
I WORSHIP THE HAND AND I SEE WITH MY EYE
PEOPLE ALWAYS GOT SOMETHIN’ TO SAY TILL THE DAY THAT YOU DIE

MY PAPA SAID “STAND TALL, CARRY THE WEIGHT”
“PEOPLE ALWAYS GONNA HAVE SOMETHIN’ TO SAY”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”
MY MOMMA SAID “SON, YOU CAN MAKE YOUR FATE”
“YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT OR SIT AND WAIT”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”

MONGO:
PEOPLE ALWAYS GOT SOME SHIT TO SAY
THERE’S A WIDE LINE BETWEEN SAYIN’ AND DOIN’
BITCH MY NAME IS MONGO, I BE MAKIN’ AND MOVIN’
TOUCH IT AND YOU BREAK IT, BITCH I TAKE IT, IMPROVE IT
I’M CREATIN’ SO THEY WANT ME ON MY KNEES, BITCH PLEASE
GOT MY OWN SHIT, YOU ALL BEEN DECEIVED
INTO BUYIN’ POISON DISGUISED AS YA NEEDS
OPEN YA EYES HOE, CUZ YOU’VE BECOME A SLAVE AND A FIEND
WALKIN’ A TIGHTROPE
TO YOUR DEMISE, NO SURPRISE
YOU THE TYPE TO LET YA MOMMA CRY ALL NIGHT
FACE DOWN, IGNORIN’ ALL THE SIGNS
HANGIN’ BY A THREAD WITH SOME NICKELS ON YA EYES
MY PAPA SAID “STAND TALL, DON’T DROP THE BALL”
EVERYONE RELY ON ME TO BE STRONG
NOT THE TYPE TO JUST BE GOIN’ ALONG
BITCH I’D RATHER SING A DIFFERENT SONG, WORD

GONDA:
MY PAPA SAID “STAND TALL, CARRY THE WEIGHT”
“PEOPLE ALWAYS GONNA HAVE SOMETHIN’ TO SAY”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”
MY MOMMA SAID “SON, YOU CAN MAKE YOUR FATE”
“YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT OR SIT AND WAIT”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”

THERE'S A FINE LINE (PROD. FONY WALLACE + DANIEL)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

SUNSET IN LA, THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL
PALM TREES, THC, THAT’S INDISPUTABLE
PULL UP AT IN-N-OUT, I NEED A DOUBLE DOUBLE
GONDA AND MONGO, YO BITCH CALL US DOUBLE TROUBLE
SMOKE SHOP SELLIN’ FRONTO
AIN’T NO ID CHECK FOR ME, I NEED IT PRONTO
SAID HE TRYNA COP A SACK, DONDE Y CUANDO?
WHITE LIKE A BRONCO, MY STICK COME WITH A BONGO
LONG DAY AT WORK, YEAH
PUT MY FEET UP ON THE COUCH, FLATSCREEN LED TV
WATCHIN’ DVDS, WEED GOT NO SEEDS
CBD AND THE TERPENES, SHAWTY SNORTIN’ POWDER LIKE IT’S BIRD FEED
THAT AIN’T FOR ME, IT MAKE ME FEEL LAME
I COULD GIVE YOU ONE BUT I DON’T REALLY FUCK WITH PILLS MANE
DRO ALL I NEED TO GO RIGHT UP THRU THE CEILING
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN, TURN MY PHONE OFF AND CHILL MANE

EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

MONGO:
IF YOU KNOW WHERE I’M FROM, YOU KNOW THE GAME
PARTY IN DC, CRANKIN’ YAY
HOMIES ON THE BLOCK, HOES ON THE BLADE
UNCLE ON THE ROCK, WELCOME TO THE BAY
CROSS THE BRIDGE WITH MY BITCH, WHAT WE FINNA HIT?
HAIGHT STREET FOR THE THREADS, AFTER THAT IT’S TWIN
PEAKS, SMOKIN’ WEED, DON’T EVEN NEED TO SPEAK
TRYNA FIND MY PEACE WITH EVIL IN THE STREETS
I’M JUST TRYNA CHILL EVERY DAMN DAY
LET ME KNOW WHAT’S GOOD BRO, I GOT GAS FADE
MONGO NEVER BEEN ONE FOR THE RAT RACE
I LIKE TO SIT DOWN, SAVOR HOW THE PACK TASTES
LIFE IS SHORT, DEATH IS LONG
CAN’T COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I PLAYED MY FAVORITE SONG
KEEP IT CHILL, AIN’T NOTHIN’ WRONG
DON’T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES YOU’LL GET TO SING ALONG

GONDA:
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

CHILL TF OUT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + S3V3NTHEAVEN)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
GLOVES ON IN THE BLACK, STEEL TOE WITH THE STRAP
AND WE RUNNIN’ IN YO DOMICILE
EXTENDO ON THE MAC, HEAD TOE, ALL BLACK
AND WE READY FOR A HOMICIDE
1-800-IWANNADIE
JUST GIVE A CALL ANY FUCKIN’ TIME
WE GUARANTEE WE’LL BE THERE IN 5
STRAIGHT TO YO DOOR WITH THE FUCKIN’ FYE

OR YOUR MONEY BACK
QUICK AND PAINLESS, HOW I DO IT WITH THE FUCKIN’ MAC
LET A ROUND FLY DIRECTLY BETWEEN YO EYES
HIT YO BRAIN, LEAVIN’ STAINS ON THE WALL AS A SIGN
ADD A CLEAN UP CREW FOR A VERY SMALL PRICE
$25.99 FOR THE 9 TO YO SPINE
AND IT’S $5.99 FOR THE BLEACH, GET IT CLEANED UP
SO NOBODY HAVE TO KNOW THAT YO ASS DONE DIED
AND FOR 4 EASY PAYMENTS OF $12.99
YOU CAN GO MISSING TOO, DUMP YOU IN THE OCEAN
CALL FOR THE QUOTE IF YOU SICK OF BEING ALIVE
WE GON’ POP OUT WITH THE MOP, YOU CAN BET YO LAST DIME

GLOVES ON IN THE BLACK, STEEL TOE WITH THE STRAP
AND WE RUNNIN’ IN YO DOMICILE
EXTENDO ON THE MAC, HEAD TOE, ALL BLACK
AND WE READY FOR A HOMICIDE
1-800-IWANNADIE
JUST GIVE A CALL ANY FUCKIN’ TIME
WE GUARANTEE WE’LL BE THERE IN 5
STRAIGHT TO YO DOOR WITH THE FUCKIN’ FYE

GONDA:
ARE YOU TIRED OF BEIN’ A BROKE ASS BITCH THAT GOT NO HOES AND A SMALL DICK?
CALL 1-800-IWANNADIE AND GODHAND WILL COME AND TAKE CARE OF THAT FOR YO BITCH ASS

AND FOR 4 EASY PAYMENTS OF $10.99
WE CAN DROP YOU IN A VAT OF ACID OVERNIGHT
40% OFF FOR THE .50 CAL ROUND
IF YOU CALL NOW, $55 AND UP, GET A BIG DISCOUNT
SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE SUDDEN DEATH, BAD BREATH, AND DEPRESSION
IF YOU STAY ALIVE
RIGHT NOW, WE GOT A OPENING AT 9:45, SHOULD I PUT YOU DOWN?
SIGN HERE AND SEND IT TO MY LINE IF YOU TRYNA DIE
WE ACCEPT CASH, CHECK, CREDIT, AND YO EBT
$10.99 AND WE’LL PUT IT ON A DVD
AND SHIP IT TO YO FRIENDS AND FAMILY COMPLETELY FREE
IF YOU TRYNA SLEEP, CALL THE NUMBER YOU SEE ON THE SCREEN

MONGO & GONDA:
GLOVES ON IN THE BLACK (STEEL TOE WITH THE STRAP)
AND WE RUNNIN’ IN YO DOMICILE
EXTENDO ON THE MAC, HEAD TOE, ALL BLACK
AND WE READY FOR A HOMICIDE
1-800-IWANNADIE
JUST GIVE A CALL ANY FUCKIN’ TIME
WE GUARANTEE WE’LL BE THERE IN 5
STRAIGHT TO YO DOOR WITH THE FUCKIN’ FYE

1-800-IWANNADIE (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

amoeba

Shattered Self is a celebration of the wonderfully atmospheric styles of Akira Yamaoka. An homage to the music he created for Silent Hill. This album features many talented individuals coming together to create something amazing.

Pound of Flesh

inside

How many times do I have to keep doing this man.

kollecta, don't speak, bow down
set fire to your home & your whole town
selective, hunt with a pack of hounds
they always stare when a motherfucker walk around
(Me)

Kollecta never get stressed
Don’t kneel to a force see the star on his head
Want war? Mark graves where they’re already dead
Want peace? Too late check underneath the bed.

I was born from a hex
I was thrown in the basement
New cloaks same cage that they put me in
5 months couldn’t form a decent looking
smile
1 sword 1 shield I can see for miles

I was born from a hex
I was thrown in the basement
New cloaks same cage that they put me in
5 months couldn’t form a decent looking smile
1 sword 1 shield I can see for miles

kollecta, don't speak, bow down
set fire to your home & your whole town
selective, hunt with a pack of hounds
they always stare when a motherfucker walk around
(Me)

Kollecta never get stressed
Don’t kneel to a force see the star on his head
Want war? Mark graves where they’re already dead
Want peace? Too late check underneath the bed

cage

https://soundcloud.com/bruhmanegoddd

There's people banging upstairs, okay
Give me a minute

Turn the TV on
Let's watch the footie
That were a shit goal
I could kick the ball better than him

Stuff my face in
With the cooking from my bitch wife
Sometimes I give her a hiding
Other times I have sex with her

Sometimes I drink at the job
Other times I'm railing up keys
It's gonna be a good night tonight
Mark just got out of fucking jail

Have a big old curry with him
Talk about how our country's fucked
Kier starmer's pushing our buttons
Kier starmer's pushing his luck

If it were up to me, I'd drive them out
With the same boats that they came in with
Mark agreed he looked at me & said
You're a good pal to me

Have a night at the pub
Let's go give some women
Unwanted attention
She we're clearly loving it
You could tell how she wanted nothing to do with me

Hi my name is Bert
I am three children deep
I've done with nothing with my life
I am so proud to be

Bruhmanegod:

REAL YANK BITCH FUCK A COCKNEY
FUCK WU-HAN, FUCK A NAZI
BITCH I LOVE JOE, BLACK OR SLOPPY
I’M A MILQUETOAST CARBON COPY

GO TO SCHOOL, I BRING MY GUN
SHOOT IT UP, I SHOOT IT UP
I LIKE BASEBALL AND CHEWING GUM
PUMP MY GAS EAT A BREADCRUMB

I WATCH SO MUCH PORN FOR FREE
BITCH I CAN’T AFFORD TO EAT
SUCK DICK FOR SOME PORK AND BEANS
BUT THIS BEER GUT MAKE MY CORE, LET’S PEE

I’M ON MY LAST PACK OF THE WOOD TIP BLACKS, I DON’T CARE ABOUT NUTRITION FACTS
IMMA DOOMSCROLL TILL MY EYES ROLL AND I’M IMPOTENT IN MY LITTLE SAC
I NEED EVERYTHING AND MO, PS5 SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE WHILE I DRIVE
BITCH I FEEL SO ALIVE, AND I’M OUTSIDE WITH THE REAL TELEVIZED

I’LL DIE FROM PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH
EVERY NIGHT I PRAY TO GOD, SCREAMIN GODDAMMIT
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A M**** OR A F*****
ION GOT NO HEART I STAY UP ON MY LIVER DAMAGE

I CAN’T HOLD A JOB SO HOW THE FUCK I’M POSED TO MANAGE
MUTHAFUCKA I WILL NEVER TOUCH A MUTHAFUCKIN CABBAGE
LESS IT’S COVERED IN THAT SODIUM
SODIUM
SODIUM
STANDIN AT THAT PODIUM
PODIUM
PODIUM

Jingo [Feat. BRUHMANEGOD]

IS IT ME

Nowhere for me
to go
No where for me
to go
figure it out
I'll figure it out
I'll figure it out
I'll figure it out

Nowhere for me
to go
Nowhere for me
to go
figure it out
I'll figure it out
I'll figure it out
I'll figure it out

Pray to the night
Digital suicide
Tried to cry already
All it did was piss me off

Micro celebrity
Guarded everywhere i go
Used to have companionship
Then it drained me from my-

I got fire in my veins
Motherfucker bow down
No we're not the fucking same
Double back and turn around

I got fire to my name
Everybody wants the sound
Middle finger to the fame
Middle finger to them all

Nowhere for me
To go
Nowhere for me
To go
Figure it out
I'll figure it out
I'll figure it out
I'll figure it out

Nowhere for me
To go
Nowhere for me
To go
Figure it out
I'll figure it out
I'll figure it out
I'll figure it out

Blue

Let the demons in
I can’t feel a thing
Keep the moon close
Blood inside the sink

I been out of touch
I can’t feel my soul
I spent my whole life
Tryna fill a void

And it gets real fucked up when it starts looking back at ya
So in tune with myself, I forgot about everyone else
I'm indifferent, can't rattle this shell
Spent half of a life in my head
The other half is in hell
The other half is in hell

All this pain inside my body makes me wanna
Watch the flames dim out I'm hollow in this shell
Wanna test it, give them true meanings of hell
Descending angel no one helped me when i fell

& what is love to me?
Everything seems transactional, Spaced out
Offer out your energy
And when it's convenient they leave you out
I could give a fuck now
I could give a fuck now
I could give a fuck less
I could give a fuck now

amoeba

sewn

Recent comments

Straw Hat Cowboy

Issnaut

Related tracks