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IG: https://www.instagram.com/shade666apollo/ x https://www.instagram.com/lorddistortion/

W/ @distortionthe1
Prod. @clipthat
Mixed & Mastered by @xstitchmusic
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/danzaro.jpg/

Lyrics:
Ghosts of my woes keep on knockin' at my door
Every time I fall, Uzumaki, I just spiral, woah
Know I always bounce back like a bad hatchet throw
With that mind blowin' audio that might split your skull
I been makin' moves, might animorph into a fuckin' GOAT
Felt like one for awhile now
Aces up my sleeve that ain't been shown
It was all half-assed how I did this shit before
Ego death, I died, went ghost
Came back undead
Tired of wishin' for success just to come up short
Knew the cycle had to end so I sold my soul
Now my heart is black and my blood runs hella cold
Too many copycats so I had to break the mold
These rappers ain't on my level, ain't even fuckin close
Every time they see my name, they read it with a scold
These fools take coal and paint over it in gold
Then try to pass it off as the latter
Thinkin fake-ass numbers matter
You are not a fuckin' rapper
Bunch of slackers, couldn't hold a candle to me
Your whole discography overshadowed by a mere sample of me
Can't do what I do on a beat
How come you talk slick then retreat
Backpedal, then act sweet the moment that I greet ya
Scythe on me, lookin' like the fuckin Reaper
Jeepers creepers, it's the soul eater
People bleeder, light deleter, I be the mothafuckin' life depleter
I'm the leader of the undead, tryna paint the world red
With the bloodshed, got 'em all vexed with the hexes
Rose up from Hell just to send you to Heaven
Shade Apollo bitch, the product of death resurrected

Ammo got 'em leakin', finna resurrect death
Oxymoron with the weapon, how we demonstrate lead
Caught up in an endless cycle, how you hesitated
I been looking for a purpose that is better rated
You ain't never done nun
Outrage but you fuss up
12-gauge for you bustas
Fuck face shut the fuck up
Fuck face shut the fuck up
Listen bitch, gotta gridlock
Noddin' off the bridge, he looking pissed off
Gripe is never finished
He livid the way he kick rocks
Now he getting cynics delivering how the kick rock
Leave him fucking slumping, he fuckin' up till he liftoff
Lifting off this plane, he dippin' out of this eternity
Fucking epidemic, they handle my shit with urgency
Leave him as intended, he sended off to emergency
His body getting dented, he shredded up in the first degree
Bitch war
Homie pulling up, he got the pitchfork
Swinging on the innocence, we strapping up with glicks, whore
Ten toes down inna pound
With the stick tort
Put 'em as a body
The shotty 'bouta kick more
He 'bouta get a smoke job
Come on down and face Lord
Bunch of fucking showoffs
Hit 'em like a great sword
Addict like the way I'm fucking working on a holiday
Hustle like a hooker and I'm taking this shit all the way, bitch

Necromancy 101

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Necromancy 101 w/ Lord Distortion (Prod. CL!PPED)

I can't believe that pussy Romeo gon frame me
Can listen in 360
I don't know what this gift mean
I guess I call it stone free
Snuck money in her tiddy
Roll of 20s and a fifty
Why are all these girls so pretty
Why the police fucking w me

I don't wanna feel the pain
Stand inside my brain
You bout to see some scary shit
Worse than Halloween
Don't wanna feel the pain
These bars drive me insane
All I wanna do is kick some ass like Jolyne

Watch weather make it rain
Bust the lock
Break the chain
Lord knows I can't sleep
Till I'm busting out my cage
Blow a kiss make you weep
Diver down I dive deep
With F.F. I won't bleed
Stone free stood stand by me

Stone free stood stand by me
Stuck in the dolphin it's green
Survivor make me mean
Wrap him up for some keys
Diver down I dive deep
With F.F. I won't bleed
Stone free stood stand by me
Stone free stood stand by me

I don't wanna feel the pain
Stand inside my brain
You bout to see some scary shit
Worse than Halloween
Don't wanna feel the pain
These bars drive me insane
All I wanna do is kick some ass like Jolyne

Don't wanna feel the pain
Stand inside my brain
You bout to see some scary shit
Worse than Halloween
Don't wanna feel the pain
These bars drive me insane
All I wanna do is kick some ass like Jolyne

Like a Möbius strip
I keep on going
Now the world is gonna
Reset again
I miss my friends
I whip my string
There is no doubt
I can win, yeah
CD is in my head, yeah
I'll be the cause of death
He thinks that he is godsent
But he is full of sin
He thinks that he is godsent
But he is full of sin

I'm swinging till the end yeah
I'm swinging till the end
I'm swinging till the end yeah
I'm swinging till the end
I'm swinging till the end

JOLYNE CUJOH // STONE OCEAN [PROD.COHST]

i might not breathe 
bring out the hatred 
and devil in me 
bitch 
closing my teeth 
silence is more than just 
blanketing me 
fuck 
stuck underneath 
underground? i been stuck underneath 
bent my back for people smaller than me 
and you broke that trust
now you're bothering me 

now 
when it begins 
i might stomp and stab a couple of ribs 
i might grab and dip a couple of twigs
and ill paint that brain on the hood of the whip 
it's the clearest day for a puddle of piss if a pebble falls will it roll to the rock 
talking like the fucking cream of the crop 
is a sentence to death like a rat to a hawk 

now ill say this again 
first you must suffer to reign among men 
i cannot finish what never commenced 
to the start of the life 
to the brink of my death 
the chain of my youth 
felt so alone with nobody to soothe 
another stone thrown 
to the unlucky few 
that had nothing to eat 
that had nowhere to puke 


look 
down 
look down 
down 


just look down
little suffering for nobody now 


to the television 
to the public vision 
to the fucking prisons 
who the fuck is kidding 
you people get convicted 
like a competition 
like incompetence is in your fucking mission 
with that low ambition 
blame it on conditions 
that silver spoon is saying something different

REIGN [PROD. SUNI VEGA]

Collaboration between Gullyspit and @salivagrey
Produced/Engineered by Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Gullyspit
this that 1989 shit we bringing in the tanks 
now we got to attention you forgot about the flanks
got you hiding from your neighbours all your papers in the safe
3D printed guns, thermite all over the banks 
I got paranoia creeping it’s a feeling I can’t shake
perestroika agents i can’t roll around with snakes
got y’all wishing to be royals I want royals on stake
the world is up in flames shit you just survived a plague 
and still you happy with whatever they can’t finish off they plate
cut you into pieces like they cutting up a steak
killing in the name shit nobody can escape 
put your hands together for a bullet in yo brain 
throw yo body in the drain send you back into the ocean 
go neglect yo kids and fantasize bout a promotion 
this that violence you provoking 
they neck was made for choking
you think that I been joking ?
Chorus:  Gullyspit
this that needles in yo iris
that cut away the virus 
that random act of violence 
that exit hole so wide it’s just a blessing that he lifeless 
we looking for a problem
we hear to cause a crisis
x2
Verse 2: SALIVA GREY
Flush you little shit stain yo body go in septic 
Disembowel all yo membranes embodiment of fetish
Pissing up on yo grave like I took a diuretic
Seizing through yo brain now you be looking epileptic 
I’m encrypting all my messages
Show me where the evidence?
Post traumatic blessed suicidal Grey the veteran
Who gon set the precedent?
Cities looking desolate
Power to the people tell me where the fuck our leverage is?
No etiquette 
Sever yo fucking hope ain’t gon be better days
We get erased 
Evaporate
Yo limbs gon fucking separate
That 9 to 5
Yo fucking life
I really hope you get a raise
Man fuck y’all dependent the way you be living can’t think for yourself ain’t no vision
I put my dick right where yo sight is
Population spineless
Gully and Saliva spit that Grey up in yo eyelids 
Hive is acting righteous 
Complain about yo life when
This shit was handed to you on a platter ain’t gon bite in?
This that 1945 shit
Gon vaporize yo family
You such a fucking fetus Wish yo mama took a plan b
This that change that you demanding
I hope that you can’t stand me
You’ll never understand me
Bridge: Gullyspit
this that plaque above the gum line
bitch we that type of rotten 
we that typa a toxin
you that typa weasel
there aint shit we got in common 
we got glass up in our pocket 
welcome to the market 
everyone around us is just here to make a profit 
hit you in yo stomach all yo words have turned to vomit 
 be cautious
bullets coming at you like a Kennedy in office 
why they stop at Jonny they forgot about the Congress ?
Chorus x2

GUMLINE w/ SALIVA GREY

Witchouse 40k x CYBERDRIP$ - NOCTURNAL (prod. CYBERDRIP$)

Mix and master by CYBERDRIP$
Art by Witchoise 40k

Official Music Video:
https://youtu.be/yKdwH_UbO00

Lyrics:

Aye slide, bitch
Look, look..
Double H M in this bitch

(Cyber)
Been knocking at yo door, sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin cash go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up they gone shoot
Pull off, it’s dark, I’m masked again 
Blunt smoke turned to ash again 
Watch out, watch out, don’t worship him 
Came up from the mud, arose again 

(Witch)
Pa pa pack up on me, keep a Glock around it
Bout my business, money on me countin
From the bottom, came up out the coffin
All these pussies talking, but they never bout it
Hands on yo jaw, leave em toothless
Keep that Glock on me, knock out his tooth quick
Crop his crew from the picture, they memories fall
When I see em, I’m leaving em lucid
I been stacking up tall
See that bitch in the room, and she give me good brain like a student
Free all my brothers from outta they cell blocks
I stay protected, no scars only bruises
Feel like I’m D. Rose, you know that we shoot quick
I’m back in my zone
I keep me a Glock, I’m not moving alone
I come from the block, had to make it up out, went through hell as a kid, since a jit I been grown
Blech

(Cyber)
Been knocking at yo door, sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin cash go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up they gone shoot
Pull off, it’s dark, I’m masked again 
Blunt smoke turned to ash again 
Watch out, watch out, don’t worship him 
Came up from the mud, arose again 

(Cyber)
Sitting in the back, put the cash in my back pack 
Ascended to the mass, these mathematics subtract that
Doubled up my digits, im painting pictures to max that
I been in the city been hangin like a bat, yeah
I’m just doing what I shouldn’t  
Came up out the winter, gettin money in the summer, I’m just doing what they coldent 
Do it for my brothers
Shout out to my slimey and my bloody and my cousins 
Get to poppin molly and the blood start rushing 
Listen, 
Came to cope within it 
I’m pulling up window tinted 
Gang tied, co-signed, I ain’t living in limits from all the Lucy I’m licking 
All this paper Im ripping got me looken outside
Wonder where they gone missing
And Imma pray for the truth 
Another body in the river, hemoglobin the room 
Gotta keep a blicky, it ain’t safe on the move 
With my dawgs outside, they gone bark out the coup

(Witch)
Walking with a ghost, forty coming out the cold, from the bottom out the tomb
Pull up with the gang, four five in the coffin
Used to pack it on the bus, and now we hoppin out the coup
Wa wa wa wa Walking with a ghost, forty coming out the cold, from the bottom out the tomb
Pull up with the gang, four five in the coffin
Used to pack it on the bus, and now we hoppin out the coup

(Cyber)
Been knocking at yo door, sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin cash go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up they gone shoot
Pull off, it’s dark, I’m masked again 
Blunt smoke turned to ash again 
Watch out, watch out, don’t worship him 
Came up from the mud, arose again

Witchouse 40k x CYBERDRIP$ - NOCTURNAL (prod. CYBERDRIP$) (Video in Desc.)

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K.V.N//7Ł - FUCK THE WORLD (PROD. SKOTSKR) *OG VERSION*

DIRT w/ Lil 6ixxx

engineered/mixed by MrSadBoy

cover art Jamfaon

production by NetuH

Lyrics:

(Yeah)
Love it when that money talk to me cause ima talk back
Scouter read they’re pussy by the way they quick to fall back
Never sell my soul for no check or no contract
Really want the smoke but scared of second handed contact?
God, damn
Got me starring at this cup alone
When she hit me back I changed my mind leave me the fuck alone
Walk this bitch and run alone
Stand up and show up alone
One hit to that cranium gon rearrange your fucking dome
Jae the coldest freeza no I don’t know what got into me
Try to ride the wave you get converted to an MP3
I don’t got no opps I’m only seeing opportunities 
Got ‘em shaking in they’re boots like weather under 10 degrees
Pray that god forgive me cause the money I commit 
I done seen plenty bad hoes who still ain’t make the list
You could do a million good things, they won’t acknowledge shit
Blow your brains around the place 
Turn you to an optimist 
I don’t do exclusives no you bitches make me sick 
I don’t wanna hear excuses so I mute that stupid shit 
Tryna get up in my spine, but your blade just ain’t sharp enough 
Have your shawty open legs, show her how I really cut

IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY!
YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH!
IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY!
LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT!
IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY!
YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH!
IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY!
LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT!

IMNOTSORRY! (prod. NetuH)

MY MIND IS A MACHINE GUN/MY HEART IS A TIME BOMB

prod. by triple murder beatz, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love 

Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving 
I could never my mind up 
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut 
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under,  fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with 
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck 
Times up, fuck it 
Let me rise up 
If word is bond 
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills 
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm 
You know the deal 
All the shit I ever wrotes too real 
Switching rhythms 
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal 
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel  
Down to be goat 
Ideally don’t ever choke 
Compose flows to cope and heal 
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart 
4 days, no sleep 
I was dreaming of the stars 
Troubled days, I was drained 
It was raining in my heart 
No restraint from carving another scar 
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain 
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state  
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either 
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling 
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again 

The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love (x2)

(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 

44 MB OF TRAUMA

RUDE!!! (Prod. BL8DEZ)

// 🆗🆒🆗🆒🆗🆒

SAME NIGGA SAME SHIT 
NEW CHAINS NEW WHIPS
SLAVE TO THE FUCKIN GAME 
BUT IMMA MAKE IT MY BITCH 
I AINT FUCKIN WITH THESE NIGGAS I DONT SPEAK THEY LANGUAGE
THEY DONT WANT ME IN THEY PRESENCE CAUSE IM FUCKIN DANGEROUS 
BLAMIN US FUCK IS UP 
Y’ALL CAN FUCKIN HANG WITH US
ME AND MY NIGGAS ACT A FOOL THERE AINT NO FUCKIN TAMING US
I DONE HELD MY FUCKIN TOUNGE BUT IMMA LET IT ALL OUT
IF A NIGGA GOT A PROBLEM FUCK A NIGGA IN HIS MOUTH
I AINT GOT NO FUCKIN CHILL BITCH I GOT TO GO HARD
FEELIN LIKE IM PAUL GILBERT GET THE FUCK OUT MY YARD 
I DONT THINK THESE NIGGAS READY THEY GON’ SEE BITCH
IN YO GIRL PUSSY LIKE FREDDIE YEAH I FREAK IT
SICK AND TIRED OF THE BLATANT DISRESPECT
ALL I KNOW IS FLEX
BITCH I NEED MY CHECK
CATCH ME IN THE LABEL MEETING COMIN FOR THEY HEAD
GOLD CHAIN ON MY NECK
C4 ON MY CHEST

LIKE WASSUP, OK COOL!
ALL THESE NIGGAS  SOME FOOLS
LIKE SHUT UP, OK COOL!
I JUST BREAK THE RULES 
LIKE WASSUP, OK COOL!
FUCK THESE NIGGAS AINT COOL
FUCK THESE NIGGAS AINT COOL?
FUCK THESE NIGGAS AINT COOL!

OK, COOL! [PROD. CRIMEWAVE]

Did something happen?
Featuring @xbruxismx
Produced by @istasha
art by @c3of

[BRUXISM]
Nothing left to save you from wrath of all your Karma

Drill inside your head injecting poison like I'm dhalmer

You so fucking stupid that you make me wanna vomit

Call it what you wanna call it that's a promise

No !

I've had enough!

Fuck!

I just wanna see you fucking rot

Ahh

No!

I've had enough!

Fuck you

Don't talk to me don't trust you

Fuck you

I could really do without it promise

Will you just do me a solid

And think about it just honestly

Why the fuck are you constantly

So obsessed with apologies

Why you wanna be wannabes

Wanna another commodity

Just to feed your economy

Bitch I'm sick of it

All your little rules and your polices

From the dirt you came

to the dirt you go

Get down motherfucker down it's about to blow

[LORD DISTORTION]

got my Face down
In a pile of the mufukin gears
Put your key board down, and the virus in the sphere
Artificial ain't no vitamins and minerals
That Big shot on him in the vitals and its critical

Dirt cogging
Bitch i Put computers
On the earth's sockets
Curb stomping
Industry
Them analytics skyrocket
Eyes on the pipe
Crack synthesized
To cybotics
Stem cells
Screeching
For the pleasures hold the mind hostage

got tracks around the scene but they can never get a placement ever been a thing sowe gon bring it to the basics
Grinding on my teeth until my jaw becoming vacant
Take away his image and he feeling very naked

Dirty slimy piece of all the garbage and the sewer
Cucka build up cock it back and hit the longest for the viewer
Users flocking to the surface. Put the croc up in the cooter
Shoulda coulda woulda boy we scoffing at the loser

Get down in the dirt bitch face your time
You gotta drown in your thirst to find your way to the light
Hopping out of this earth, to find his way to the light

You have no one
Bitch you having nothing
Please dont you show up
Get from out the cut g
Please fuck your tone up
You ain't ever pleasing
Me, make him throw up
Punt him out the fucking scene

RUST BUCKET W/ BRUXISM [PROD. ISTASHA]

YOUTUBE : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzGDrb63OFnkL5S64xZbxSg

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