https://soundcloud.com/afourteen
https://soundcloud.com/qulan
Prod. me :)
Artwork by Gibby

MORDHAU FEAT. AFOURTEEN & QULAN.

NOCTVRNL

booted;faucet

GXNERS LINKS
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

@heptaknot LINKS
IG: www.instagram.com/heptaknot/
Twitter: twitter.com/heptaknot

(prod. @og-abi + @beatforthefuture )
(art @heptaknot)

LYRICS:
Gxner:
Yeah, yeah hear my name out his mouth he gonna dead that
Heat on my back going off like a jetpack
I put my knife deep right where your flesh at
He underground, he lay where I step at
I'm walking around but I step where his neck at
30 round clip it's tucked with the tec yeah
I keep a stick it's gonna blow your boys head back

Yeah I know
I'm at your crib in your home
Yeah I know
We took you out on the low
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
(Collecting your bones)

Yeah, yeah hear my name out his mouth he gonna dead that
Heat on my back going off like a jetpack
I put my knife deep right where your flesh at
He underground, he lay where I step at
I'm walking around but I step where his neck at
30 round clip it's tucked with the tec yeah
I keep a stick it's gonna blow your boys head back
Uh Uh man I paint the walls with your brain
Pockets got racks make it drop like some rain
No I don't lack, I just up it and bang
Uh Uh man I'm just gonna show you some pain
He starting a problem, I end it today
And I grab my shovel I'm digging your grave
He throwing knuckles I'm swinging my blade up
He falling off bro I'm finna stay up
Not with the static, I'm bringing the tazer
Do it outta habit I set him ablaze uh huh
I put this clip to his face uh huh
We gonna take out his legs uh huh
I'm finna take off his chain uh huh
Now that boy fighting the flames uh huh

Yeah I know
I'm at your crib in your home
Yeah I know
We took you out on the low
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
(Collecting your bones)
Yeah I know
I'm at your crib in your home
Yeah I know
We took you out on the low
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
(Collecting your bones)

Heptaknot:
?

COLLECTION (FEAT. HEPTAKNOT) (PROD. OG ABI + QURAN)

i’m back :)

prod. dead yami

with @vandalinvain

lyrics <333

luna:
so tell me did it go to waste?
the smile on your face has faded
and i grew up so anxiously
is it history in the making? 
is it what i’m supposed to be? 
i’m not done with this shit
i wonder why i’m so impatient
i bang my fist upon the wall until i’m bleeding
sun up to sun down, i wish you would take my life
cause i want it all to end tonight.
is it what i’m supposed to be? (x6)

vandal & luna: 
goodbye, i don’t know myself anymore
i still try, but i can’t erase your face
it always looks the same in my head when i think of your name.
where will i find a place where i can feel all alone, completely safe?

luna: 
(so tell me)
so tell me did it go to waste?
the smile on your face has faded
and i grew up so anxiously
is it history in the making? 
is it what i’m supposed to be? (x5)

ecl!pse - hillhouse

tardigrade - BRUHMANEGOD

Like Who?

prod. by brazyyxx
mix. by moloress
tg ch: goataprel

Отсоси мне в джипе [prod.by brazyyxx]

CRANK

pt 1 prod. landfill 
pt 2 prod. solsa

prod. landfill

Ima rob the next old lady that look at me like I'm finna
I was the kid that died
Picking up pieces I planned it I jammed it inside
Fuck an og 
this beat was made for me
Got em runnin off
Witout no feet
I got jumped by a group of amputees
Spider gang finna trample like a stampede
No cap on my scalp, no bowler hat
Don’t move wit no jokes, already told em that
I be big blastin in a spider tank
I need mo ammo where da mortars at
Y’all record the past, I make big blasts I’m outsourcin that
I be sellin more while y’all tellin more
You a corp of rats, I am so bored of that

I’m gon punch in I know somethin that you don’t, winged boy broke
Hoes
Dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, I ain’t gotta post
Those
Flex bullshit, no rent holdin
Gon up poles n blow wit no control
Collect most of the best tokens
Ain’t pressed, hoping for the best
Slow it all down

Down

I set the earth on fire where the sun don’t shine x4
Send em all down

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prod. solsa

popcorn up inside my lungs
I’ve had enough

Y’all got plug but no power
...
Y’all got high but no time
...

I’m onna trunk smokin animals
Please do not pick up a camera
When I eat a sandwich
can’t micromanage em
Lookin like lights in my eyes I don’t wanna die
I tend to burn inside but I ain’t permafried
I did acid at least 20 times by now
Cryin my eyes out
I don’t like no one outside now
I keep it tight
Where it doesn’t get bright
And we fightin to find out
What’s the move
8 leggers really comin thru
Pummel you

Bust a move, the luck is brutal
Touch, in tune, for cups of soup
What’s the move

Huh... You tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak
Watch me screamin as I please, as I was raised, I’m of the breed, uncomfortably

. . everybody fiendin for uniqueness
they think I don’t see them, I defeat. This.
egos be inflated for no reason
me owe shit to thee I don’t believe. It.

You won’t do it it’s impossible
...
Take a risk and get illogical
...
Solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls
...
Spider gang, your homies not as bold
...
I’m in trash x3
I’m in the dumpster
I’m finna bump my own shit
To sleep
I’m finna love what I writ
You sleep
You is a crackhead
You tweak
You in the past tense 
You weak
You can get better 
Just try
You better live ‘fore
You die

I don’t wanna rap

she sells sea shells, send it for retail
he sells details, peddle a piece, fail
breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale
prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us 
we die, defy, everyone denied
these guys treat life sweet as a creampie
need time, keep bright, I cannot see right
be blind, breathe my semen, don’t read my lyrics

Do it for emotion I don’t do it for appearance 
I don’t need nobody clearance, I’m a spirit
I can phase thru walls
Want a fade, who brawl
What a waste, you stall
It’ll break you all
Pick another poison, don’t gotta pretend you hear it
I need everybody’s spirits, it’s a currency in lothric
Y’all gon make my cock spit
Seminally toxic
If I gotta mock them
Open up my logic

Pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head
And an arm and a leg, ain’t as far as you think
Lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y’all get carried
Battle for style, you rap for a title, I rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile
Sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall

tardigrade - BRUHMANEGOD

thatnibba

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