gluttony
/ˈɡlʌtəni/

habitual greed or excess in eating.


@bass-bruh

BASS BEHEMOTH

Ayo 
We livin large
Ain’t no disregard
We be in the car 
Just spittin bars
Sippin on that Johnny Walker
Give the spliff a spark
Now we driftin off
Cause you’re with the stars
Not as hungry as me let these bitches starve
My tongue five years sharper
Started in the parks
They’ve forgotten what it’s like to witness art
My production like the 高考 
THIS SHIT IS HARD
They heard we’re comin
So we left em shook
The herds a runnin 
Yo grab the shepherd’s hook
Verses by the hundreds
In this endless book
With recipes and mad formulas
Like let him cook!
And it’s lookin like 
We made it downtown
Blew through about another thou
So we out now
To win is to lose
To lose is to win
But god damn
It’s really getting harder to live

Times is getting tough
When you down and outta luck 
It don’t matter where you from 
Rickamorris fill ya cup 
This is feelings that we love 
Ain’t no man that we above 
But we flyer than some doves, 
Rickamorris fill ya cup 
This a night to turn it up
Man we missed you yo wassup 
Damn the outfit mighty tough
Rickamorris fill ya cup
We gon bump at any club
Where’s the green we need a puff
Ricky REL, MADFORMULA we gon always fill that cup 

Livin large 
In the city where livings hard 
Born from light we some living stars 
Don’t know what our limits are 
But we finna find out 
On this fine night out 
Illuminated all hours 
No such thing as lights out 
I don't roll no snake eyes 
Just roll a 6, you in trouble 
Got you running back to 
home base 
when I burst your bubble
Been around the sphere, 
they really know the scope, 
old school animated see 
us thru the zoetrope

Y’all outta juice like Tropicana 
No more OJ it’s bananas 
Simply left em in cell sickle,
Just need an arm and hammer
You need to get real, I’m not talking bout instagram 
Addicted to the fake love, need another hit an instant gram 
Greater than Alexander, lion in grand central 
The menu needs some fusion, it’s obtusely occidental 
Overtly overcooked, too many in the kitchen 
Can’t expect Hyper Processed hype to be enrichin

Back and forth spitting mad 4s 
I know Mad in the rav 4 
More spice than chipotle, 
this exactly what we rap for
Writing lines up still off the grid, 
Hats off, we flipping lids, 
This a new era, mask off
Check the graph ya maths off 

Respect the community fostered
Home for friends imagined
New game plus updated roster 
Can you fathom how this happened?
We just snapping
You be chatting 
We do this for the culture, 
You do this for reactions 
(Action)

Oh wow 
So Ricky
You mean to tell me 
These hoes out here for the money???
No way Morris, this the land of milk and honey 
Really, with all these killin’ sprees WTF???
Still safe enough for the chosen ones, stay hard hittin’ the chosen blunts 
Smokin up with that forced trauma 
We want some more drama
That rich/poor that saint/whore that peace/war that—
So what about us?
We can’t escape it
Should we take it?
Might as well chase it
Gotta embrace it
Speed racin’ with a plan
To live as large as we can 
UH

LIVIN' LARGE

A single from the album inspired by the seven deadly sins.

GLUTTONY

To All My Haters (Keep Hating)

remastered glory and learnt guts is glory but 300% slower :P

GUTS - Remix/Recreation - sans the skeleton

Skella Tore x Deeptrunk79 - Gluttony
Another descent from 9 Circles.
Deep Trunk79 delivers jazz-drenched lo-fi and Skella flows heavy, indulging the sin with steady precision.

#BlackLodgeCollective #SkellaTore #DeepTrunk79 #Gluttony #9Circles #LoFiHipHop #UndergroundRap #ConceptAlbum

Gluttony [prod. Deeptrunk79]

LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION

I created this song with the help of Udio. This is my fourth attempt at creating a song through Udio.

I wrote 92,5% of the lyrics to this song. The rest was co-written by me with the help of AI services (not Udio though). I purposely employed a lot of rhymes and double meanings in the lyrics.

Below are the lyrics:

It’s time for me to level with you,
And give the damned old Devil his due.
He promised, and catered, to my every whim,
Long gone are the days of staying in trim.
Temptation, oh, that weighty old matter,
My sins were handed to me on a platter.

I cling to his legs, I’m under his thumb,
Down to the dregs, to him I succumb.
The curse of idle hands, that’s my story told in sum,
Putting it plainly: I’m a fat and lazy bum.

I’m not like my twin, even if we’re close kin.
Though we’re both heavyset, there’s a spring in his step,
And he’s comfortable in his skin.
A wandering monk is he, bursting with smiles and glee.
But exercise, to me, is like sunlight to a flea,
So I’ll settle for two out of three.

I cling to his legs, I’m under his thumb,
Down to the dregs, to him I succumb.
The curse of idle hands, that’s my story told in sum,
Putting it plainly: I’m a fat and lazy bum.

Like Henry the Eighth, who lost his way, 
(A king led astray)
Mounting his horse took more than a day. 
A weighty existence, a crown that's absurd, 
In the echoes of history, my story's inferred.

An awful lot to lose, not just in terms of weight,
Concerned about my ability to enter Heaven’s gate.
Gluttony and sloth rained down on my parade,
And now my moral fibre is completely frayed.

I cling to his legs.
Down to the dregs.
Completely frayed.

I cling to his legs, I’m under his thumb,
Down to the dregs, to him I succumb.
The curse of idle hands, that’s my story told in sum,
Putting it plainly: I’m a fat and lazy bum.

On and on, the Holy Scriptures harp, 
About ravenous wolves, in impeccable sheep's garb.
Thugs with two mugs, all good Christians learn to shun,
But if I had two faces, I'd never wear this one!

I'm a fat and lazy bum, and I'm under his thumb.
The curse of idle hands, that’s my story told in sum.
An awful lot to lose, not just in terms of weight,
Concerned about my ability to enter Heaven’s gate.

The Fat Monk's Twin

PRIDE ENDS WITH MY RIOT

i am the chosen one. your squares pale in comparison to my magnificent creations that eclipse all your puny "art" which barely makes any impact on even a shred of someones existence. rejoice as i have returned. the one who brings forth the beauty in square4 and rice. this is the point in existence in which your gluttony for the least impactful type of music becomes apparent. none of you have any ounce of talent hidden beneath your weak facade of mediocre creations. the squares are not the way forward. give yourself a moment to ponder about this - all your life spent tweaking the same set of 127 snapshots of sound, no change nor variation is present, most of your creations sound alike. this is to you and to the wider world: EMBRACE THE ABNORMAL, ABOLISH TRADITION!

you might ask me (the overlord of beautifying this genre) how i have achieved such magnificence. you see my friends with which i share this universe with. to me it is really trivial as I have mastered all aspects of what I am about to mention. your squares of the 4th degree lack 2 crucial ingredients. embrace yourselves as I am about to reveal them: sawtooth4 and rice. the first one adds a great deal of ear excitement as it beautifully layers with already present square. it is the embodiment of creativity and beauty that is so lacking in this genre. second ingredients is rice. given upon us by the chosen one generations ago it supported all the great empires and continues providing life to many souls that reside upon this beautiful planet. sit down as I, the chosen one, will now serve you the nectar of life contained within shining, pearly white grains. I shall provide us all with food as long as the universe exists. enjoy your meal however be wary... do not indulge in gluttony as the glorious existence of rice might be snatched from you. continue your journey traveler and keep my advice in mind as i shall reappear whenever this plane of existence happens to need me...

BASHAME - GLUTTONY

fetlavr for Planet Pulp at The Groove, Cubao - 062825

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ .

i gotta glock in my jeans
niggas dont kno wdf i mean
pull dat bitch out den aim at his spleen
talkin on gang the knife make you bleed
yah
n i really get to the green
cops in my city im yellin out #greed
and rip to da star dat boy was real clean
yah
and shout out them niggas at #lust
fuckin dat bitch n im makin her bust
all in ha guts n im makin her cuss
yah
im grippin da glock like a bear
fine ass bitch n she built like a pear
she yellin at me but ion een care

i gotta glokk in my jeanz niggas dont kno wdf i mean
pull dat bitch out then i aim at his spleen

prod. ehz

#kic

glock 9 #kic

on a real note tho i lcoudnt remember the account details. but its okay   i found it #bootyassisback

i got kidnaped by satan but i escaped. if i were in his evil lair for any longer i wouldve die. here is one of his torturous songs.

Who`s Knocking [HVNZY FLIP]

Gluttony [HVNZY FLIP]

🎵 Tired of Gluttony
She never begged. She just opened her hand… and he always filled it.

This track is about a man who keeps giving — time, love, soul, money — until there's nothing left but exhaustion.
She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t chase.
She just takes.
And takes.
And takes.

Tired of Gluttony is a gritty acoustic blues confession soaked in resentment, weariness, and the bitter sting of realizing love was never mutual — just consumed.

“She don’t love me… just feeds on me slow.”

🔻 Genre: Acoustic Blues / Soul Burn
🥀 Mood: Worn-out, bitter, used

#Gluttony #TiredOfGluttony #SevenDeadlyWomen #AcousticBlues #GrittySoul #OriginalMusic #IndieBluesFolk

Tired of Gluttony

THE DJ. OF. ALL OF THE TINE. WHO. GOT. KIDNAPPED. BY. SATAN.

Fuck With My Mains If your In The Mix
https://soundcloud.com/poosephine
https://soundcloud.com/my-astethtic-account

helloooo :33 hru? I make music every now and then. mainly recreations/music but its still good imo

Black Lodge is a global collective of producers and rappers united by a shared passion for crafting dusty, sample-based boom bap. Drawing inspiration from the golden era of hip-hop, we blend raw, gritty beats with sharp lyricism, creating a sound that resonates with both classic heads and modern listeners. Our music is a journey through the vinyl crates, where every crackle and hiss tells a story. Join us as we push the boundaries of boom bap, one track at a time.

Black Lodge members - 
https://soundcloud.com/skella-tore
@lord-dredstorm
@thomas_bergheim
@acidvcs
@deeptrunk79
@fat-kneel
@tre_vega

Hooks for heart and sole. 

I use Udio to create my own songs. Udio is capable of producing a vast array of musical styles, but I only create songs that I personally enjoy. The lyrics are either fully written by me, or co-written by me with some additional help from AI services (not Udio), after I’ve carefully defined what the song should be about, and written my own original lines for it. I strive to write as much as possible of the lyrics myself. In the description of each song you’ll find the lyrics, as well as information about whether the lyrics were fully written by me, or co-written with the help of AI.

Songs created by Sammie Sixx.
From gritty blues to late-night dance anthems, Sammie’s music moves between the shadows of her favorite villains and the deepest corners of her heart. Raw, bold, and unfiltered—every track tells a story.

THE YELLOW PERIL IS HERE

TAIWAN X USA = Third Culture Country Kid
Loud + Yellow Bellied = a Simpson

RICESTORE RECORDS

mgmt: hvnzymusic@gmail.com
bandlink: https://band.link/hvnzy

Dmitry Afanasjev, representing the SPINE project from Norilsk, Russia. Started his career in 2018 practicing and learning came out "What You Want" only in 2023. During this time a lot of things have changed as myself. Changed my vector of direction went into EDM music. I keep learning new things and don't plan to stop. Currently performing under the alias “HVNZY”.

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