LORD  Good enough to stay focused >>> insclife

[HOOK]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

[NIKKO]
Why everybody pussy?
I staple their eyelids to they head so they can't overlook me
Bitch I feel like god
Now everybody else a rookie
I'm strapped with these bombs to my chest
Nobody fuckin push me

[MVRTYTR]
I dont need no perc
i dont need a xan 
i dont need a lick 
i dont need a plan 
bitch i lift off
i dont need a gram
bitch im geeked up 
yeah i'm off a band 
yeah 
yeah 
what the fuck 
like what the fuck
black out 
like my fit i let em 
uh
yeah 
uh 
ice
uh
bitch im cooling wit the shit 
i dont give a fuck about your clique a little (bit)

[NIKKO]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

[DAEGHO]
All you motherfuckers sound the same
Like copy and paste
Nobody got any range
Do anything for the fame, yeah
All of you wannabe rappers could be actor
The way you love to fake
The lyrics you spitting don’t hold any weight
That’s why nobody relate  
Nah fuck this, it’s about time that I set the tone
2024 
If you ain’t OCB
You’re in the reticle
And I could really give a fuck about anyone’s respect 
If there’s a bounty on the head of the game just know we came to collect


[AMAC]
Deny our existence
Your persistence gets you killed 
Not out of malice, we just do it for the thrill 
A bunch of evil motherfuckers 
When we come we bring the ruckus 
Rid the world of false profits 
And we leave them lying still 
Cause we Outcast 
Blow like Belfast if you step on my block 
Feel the fire from foul bastards 
Nikko put down the glock 
We’ll leave em cold kill ‘em slow like molasses 
We outcasted, y’all just in a casket


[NIKKO]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST (ft. NIKKO, MVRTYR, DAEGHO, AMAC)

Lyrics: 
Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really don't give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I don't really think yall fucking with the kid
Not a lot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

I pray to god I dont know if he there
But I need better days (be)fore my dad in the air
And im still blowing dope, cant you smell in my hair?
I stop sniffin’ that blow
I stop eating them pills
Hate being sober and hate how I feel
Every day wanna end this pain cause the money wont end this ache
Fuck fame I don't want it bitch I like my shade, go away

Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really dont give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I dont really think yall fucking with the kid
Not alot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

Used to rock a burn hole hoodie sippin’ wockhardt
Used to gettin high, ride and whippin’ stolen golf carts
Said I wouldn’t be shit way before I dropped out
Now they yellin’ mk! Only cause I drop now

Used to go to hotel hoppin’, window shoppin’ just a youngboy with no option
Pistol poppin’, pocket robin’, slick black, takin all the money & the jewels yelling !Get back!
Never gave a fuck bout the rules they aint get that
Tell me what to do ima drool when I lean back, chillin
That lazy boy villian
Im on my shit up a blick, go missin

Official Video

The way I feel now (prod. mercykill)

MOLLYWALK Feat. XELISHURT & DELIRIUM (prod.BL8DEZ)

nAvvvi & Lord Distortion
prod. james gorczyca

self_serving_succubus (ft. citrate)

prod. grayskies x rose

[ https://li.sten.to/philosophyofaknife ]

lyrics:
Walk round
Steady posted with the AR
Glock 9 thumpin
Sendin fuckers to the graveyard 
Hellbound 
Finna rush em with the ACOG
Hunnid round drummin 
Get to cuttin with the blade drawn 
Hey
Catch me flowin with the waveforms 
Fall back, fucker
It ain’t nothin left to say to em
Blood drippin
Let em fall by the bayside 
Runnin down and gut a motherfucker just to take mine 

K, catch me posted on your block huh
Toasted from that za
With that dope up in my sock 
.40 in my glock, reloadin
Runnin from the cops huh 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the-

Hair down 
Let it fall when the breeze come 
Why she only wanna come around when she need sumn?
Bogged down from clouds 
I don’t need sun 
How she put it on me got me drowned
I don’t need trust
Ay
Write the code
Watch em freeze up
Long sigh, deep breath
Hoping just to re-up 
From my soul, out the cold
Ima rerun 
Not a sound from the crowd when the heat come

Philosophy of a Knife

official music video

SIGNS (prod. Deademane)

prod. @michaellinkbeats , @nimbus2k & me

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

this in my blood
this in my blood
this in my blood, shit
i do feel cooked
i did get cooked
my wrinkles roasted

im dry as fuck
i cant give much
i keep distortin shit

the story’s stuck, i can’t move past
i cant move past it 

True say, im bout to blow shit, hussein
cuz who said i couldnt flip script, fuck the world, give a new sway
doomsday, huh, never too far from a noose hanging
new days, i see the world through a new lens

and my shit packs a punch 
breakin chins with those joints
Pretty bitch wanna join
I aint got time i got hits to deploy

No serotonin keep movin on low
pushing my rotten body till it molds
thats a battle with my ego it goes 
And it goes and it goes and it goes

I lost my footing
falling backwards in the pit i’ve dugged
my head like pudding, pounding so hard i have to beat that noggin
but he kept on joggin till he sprints to the powder keg, to the hot bed
You could hide but in vain, like you stepped on a knife and you leaving a blood trail

buggin the boss
You’ll meet with a god
True maker of makers
I’m oozing the blisters
You sippin life from

Gargle with blood
I’m hating your guts
I’m hating the way y’all be livin
just fill me with rage and disgust

Gargle with blood
I’m hating your guts

this in my blood
this in my blood
this in my blood, shit
i do feel cooked
i did get cooked
my wrinkles roasted

im dry as fuck
i cant give much
i keep distortin shit
the story’s stuck, i can’t move past
i cant move past it

Blisters

WishyWashy w/ NIKKO & XELISHURT 🫧 Prod. Y$57 🫧

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

prod. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

Blisters

LORD GASP (@lordgasp)

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