ᴺᵒᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵘʳˢᵉᵈ ˢᵒⁿᵍ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ

The North Star (Prod. LethalNeedle)

Linktree: 
https://linktr.ee/thegauntletgz

Outta Town

Mixed & Mastered by @witchboiii
Spotify: 

Lyrics:

Synthetic error, a faceless yet graceless, a white dress stranded in the woods.
Syntax error faceless stranger in the woods
Crying in the distance the shades hung over the tall trees.

Stopped breathing yet not breathless.
Lifeline hit the loveless, yet deathless.

I'm still waiting on and on, how you do this to a stranger like me.
You in the distance walking closer yet growing further apart in limbo, I'm not hurt, I'm just a little burnt.

Can you taste the blood stream. Liquid crystal red starlight wax for this omen cursed to disarray.

Don't save me I'm, freezing in the rain, they say that this stranger will carry our souls away.

SHADOWING IN THE DISTANCE BETWEEN WORLDS A TICKING TIME BOMB READY TO BLOW US ASTRAY.

Stranger In The Woods... (prod. P4RA)

CHICKEN POX (feat. @TDUB1N) (prod. Yung Zodiac)

CHECK OUT MY BOY DARKSIDE REVN
@jack-spades28
Music video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNmXx5lAO9Y

KXYNINE 9 X DARK SIDE REVN - ASTRO BOY (Prod.KXYNINE9)

Written by Stormie
Produced by BRAINMATTER

Contraband

CONTRABAND (PROD. BRAINMATTER)

DJ S1NFVL - HOW U WANNA ACT

Both songs written & produced by Bad Chakra

Lost Peace // Sayonara, Adios

Draining

prod. 
https://soundcloud.com/stvh187
https://soundcloud.com/mfoxer-name
Cover by
https://soundcloud.com/shadowmane666

Pull up joe cool 
Real smooth 
what it do 
I’m the highest in the room 
Steppin like we on the moon
 
I’m The typa mothafucka that could scale mount doom 
With a pimped out crew 
Achoo 
we sick

When I was a youngling 

I was dipped in the river styx 

They said the prophecy to spit 
Yeah I  never miss 

Know I take em all down for I’m ever hit 
Its billy kid 
Got the colt hangin from my wrist 

I’m smoking spliffs till my brain it begin to split 
Like a bag of chips
Peerin in 
And  inbitwixt 
An eclipse 


I stare until my eyes start to drip 

I been lost
 in the back
 of my mind 
for a minute 
That ain’t mean I 
ain’t up in it
Talkin bout the simulation

I wake up everyday and search for constant 
Stimulation 
Take a step back and observe my situation
I told you mothafuckas 
I been tryna be amazin 
I wake up everyday 

In the am 
Start the races 
There isn’t  a Mothafucka 
That could pace this 

 Pack me up a grape swish hoe
Then I face it 

Hoppin on this beat

 teach em all about the basics 

Basics 

Pull up joe cool 
Real smooth 
what it do 
I’m the highest in the room 
Steppin like we on the moon
 
The typa mothafucka that could scale mount doom 
With a pimped out crew 
Achoo 
we sick


Yeah I Pimp walk on the opps 
Strollin down the block 
Tossin weight like bowling 
You could see us when we mob 
You could smell the weed smoke 
I ain’t keep it on the  d low 
All these rappers droppin shit that’s free throws

Aye 

tossin 3s 

Know I’m buzzer beatin  beats tho 

I give em heebie jeeebies

They been spittin bbs at us 

So I hit em with the dbs 

Shit be bumping through the attic 
Time is tickin this ain’t Patek
It isn’t automatic 
But I turned it to a habit 
Like some cigarettes bitch 

Take a long drag take a hit 
 Don’t ever forget 

That bmg we run the game posted in the crypt

CONTRABAND (PROD. BRAINMATTER)

STORM GATES

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