Sect

@XZARKHAN

Sinizter:
Bitch I’m straight up out that crypt like I was Tutankhamun
I drag yo body down to hell no bitch you not survivin’
I am descendant of Ymir, this is Attack on Titan
You hear them war cry’s in the distance Armageddon Rising

Yeah born out the darkness, molded
Like I was Bane I quoted
30 rounds come out this choppa dump the mag reload it

I got these shorty’s fiendin’
She want that Apex Demon
I cannot bow to no one else ‘cause I’m a fuckin’ heathen

XZARKHAN:
Sin pass the pack
And ima quarterback the pack
Send out forces to react
And blow out pieces from there back
Jack up shit like floor jacks
Ar10’s 2 door mats
If the power grid collapse snaps
Fuck there town on horseback
Drop in take your sovereignty
Execute so properly
Keep a calm camaraderie
For none alive is policy
Vicious turning violently
Soldiers moving silently
Fearless in my tyranny
Our squad is onto firing
Took your town to ironing
Got you while your idling
Ac gunship piloting
When we ride the lightning
Flying feeling threatening
Our sound it is deafening
Missile reload settling
Its Nagasaki leveling

Sinizter:
Bitch I’m straight up out that crypt like I was Tutankhamun
I drag yo body down to hell no bitch you not survivin’
I am descendant of Ymir, this is Attack on Titan
You hear them war cry’s in the distance Armageddon Rising

Yeah born out the darkness, molded
Like I was Bane I quoted
30 rounds come out this choppa dump the mag reload it

I got these shorty’s fiendin’
She want that Apex Demon
I cannot bow to no one else ‘cause I’m a fuckin’ heathen

Armageddon Rising - Single

Armageddon Rising

SPOTIFY

Sinizter & Xzarkhan - Armageddon Rising (prod. Luna & mode$t0)

HOTHEADZ

DAEGHO x NIKKO x AMAC x D.E.E.J - HOTHEADZ

Witchouse 40k - GRAVEDIGGER
Produced by: NetuH x ³³marrow
Mixed by: ³³marrow

MUSIC VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BRMVAw-2ks

Lyrics: 
I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
Aye
Aye
Aye

I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face

Face it, I come out the cold
Haunted from head to the toe
Forty been talkin to ghosts
Pull-up his wheareabouts
Hollows gon make em erode now
Skully got hunnids of holes
They ain’t notice nothin, we makin no sound
Cemetary, forty talk wit the crows
Hop out the coffin, i came from the slaughter
Got pain, Imma shatter yo soul

Don’t get too close
Aim at your chin, leave a lump in your throat
Break in the castle, I’m takin your throne
I keep a Glock on me, came up from poverty, waking with confidence, stay decomposed
Hop out my coffin, i resurrect slowly
Look in my eyes, see the black in my soul
Bottomless severance, never been lonely
Fuck nobody, I pull up alone

I’m his home with the Glocky out, bro want the smoke with me, giving em cottonmouth
I’m on the block and I’m poppin out, catch em in traffic we not gonna talk it out
Muhfucka wanna talk heavy, hit em with the heater, now he soft as ice
Bloodsucka, I been coffin ready, like the undead; I ain’t scared to die

Gun to your head
Glock with a beam, I don’t bust at your legs
Forty a demon, I talk with the dead
Skeleton boy, send my ops to me next
Bitch I’m a threat
Forty the best
Shot if he gully, get popped like sum meds
Knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet
Snatching his soul, leave the body a mess
Piss on your grave I’m gon 
Eyuchhhh

Knocking em out like Suboxone
I’m with the dogs, see his pack, I’m gon air out
Block looking haunted, an angel but fallen
I pull up on em, put em in they collar
See the the ops rollin, I got heaters on me, I’m gon end it slowly if he wanna talk
Fifty on me, I’m gon pop it off, and I got targets dropping, I could send a shot

Forty catchin bodies, keep the Glock on my hip
Muhfucka talking stupid, he got popped in his shit
Your wig split, crack and bodies, I leave blood in they spit
I keep that razor wire tucked, I wrap the bat, make em flip flop
Your clique soft, pussy y’all ain’t shit get your bitch shot
Hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wrist watch
And I don’t fuck wit witnesses, they stories all criss crossed
I grip glocks, pullup spin the block like a pit stop

Im with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face

GRAVEDIGGER (prod. NetuH x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

Limbo

CANSINO x GULLYSPIT

@luiscansino

Inside the Beast

Intro:
This is what the outside world has to offer
Is he a man or a monster?

Verse 1:
cocaine in my mucus
living in the gallows it might just set me free
i been feeling passed around been feeling STD
needles in my stomach and I’m hungry as can be
they open up my eyes tape my eyelids to my cheek
staring at the ceiling when that guillotine release
something like the nicotine that’s filtered through my teeth
staring at the bodies and pretend they been asleep
for a week, they been weak

Pre-Chorus: 
they ain’t coming with the back water flowing out the gutters 
from the flood
got they bones cracking under all the pressure from the mud 
and the bodies go ballistic they go feral 
seeing broken pictures of their homes looking sterile
smell the blood and they go wild 

Hook:
off whatever’s on the block
whatever’s on the corner 
hands is grabbing what they got
they been handing me the rot
fingers in the wound getting sewn into the edges
so it’s clots

Verse 2:
hammer to the skull of the cattle
hear it crack
and it’s music to ear's
i been making songs that I never wanna hear 
i been talking loud but the words are never clear 
go read the caption
you dont get the message go ahead ignore my  ramblings
jump Infront crowd
then I thank them for the trampling
looking hella proud as I swallow the grenade
they stuck inside a beast
looking pretty and behaved

Pre-Chorus: 
they ain’t coming with  the
back water flowing out the gutters 
from the flood
got they bones cracking under all the pressure from the mud 
and the bodies go ballistic they go feral 
seeing broken pictures of their homes looking sterile
smell the blood and they go wild 

Hook:
off whatever’s on the block
whatever’s on the corner 
hands is  grabbing what they got
they been handing me the rot
fingers in the wound
getting sewn into the edges
so it’s clots

Outro:
what you want from the useless?
everyone’s a dog
maybe you can be that ruthless
turning in to Brutus 
twisting every knife into any naked back
they ain’t making moves they can barely just react 
to what is happening
money without pockets is just perfect for the scrambling 
staring at the pocket watch dangling
they been living movies 
cause the real world is something they won’t
ever get to dabble In

THE MACHINES ALREADY DEAD

Inside the Beast

Inside The Beast w/Cansino

CANSINO x GULLYSPIT
@luiscansino

Hung Up

Intro:
He's lost himself in the dark swirling abyss
Is He a man or a monster?
God Says Please Dont go to Hell

Verse 1:
smile wide lemme see those fucking pearly whites 
in the city with the rats and little dirty mites
saw tooth on the blade that’s a dirty fight 
big boot to the face that’s a kiss goodnight 
breath deep don’t let that fucking roach die
in my finger tips the ashes covered both sides 
you in her dms and I’m sliding in her throat right 
you carpe diem till they show you where rope tie
now imma need to yall to please shut that fucking mouth 
underground all I see is fucking circus clowns 
need an ounce and some woods 
kick my feet up 
hit me with those eyes
and I know I’m about to beat it up
on that crime wave flow 
I’m on that punishment 
no one better then
line em up and let it spin 
i don’t see the benefit 
your persona secondhand
living on the blacklist
gullyspit is contraband 

wake up 
this is Disneyland with dirty needles
from the terror need a girl who can inhale my evil
big teeth skin mask kerosene rag
hang me on the rack with the other shiny pretty people 

Bridge:
everything is sweating 
everything is burning up 
everything is less than 
everything is dirty cup
everything is fucking piss
everything is rot
everything is bullets 
everything is getting fucking shot

starting running

Verse 2:
evil messages been wrapped up in that bottle
indulging every word 
till it’s exploited like a brothel 
every curve is cut with swords
as bending knees prepare to grovel
the written law is  war
angry hordes are getting hostile 
but that’s not my problem 
I got my head down in the sand my lord
one hundred years of solitude 
to get those fruit in stores
violent heads with busy hands
banana clips and gore 
they can’t trap it in that bottle 
once it’s spoke the word is born 
empty houses 
full of smoke and rotten plaster
every minute I’m awake I’m drifting 
straight towards disaster 
rotten food atop the platters
pills get broken in my body like fracture 
a bullet to my head all thanks to thatcher 
a pound of gold 
for every dead politician on my doorstep
that’s a joke
don’t get your little necks contorted 
train spotting get your spirit
drawn and quartered 
they said focus on your breathing
nevermind the water boarding

Hung Up

Hung Up w/Cansino

prod. blindcavegoblin

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After all of the shit that we been through, crazy now how you want me to die/
We parted our ways but I’m so confused, and constantly wondering why/
I look up see yo image within the clouds, as I’m reaching for the sky/
I couldn’t see through yo damn facade, I was blinded from the lies/
Girl of yo dreams turned to succubus, you tried to love her she said fuck that shit/
Stressing out as you reminisce, and now you just regretting cuffin it/
In the abyss I hope she fall, for making me think it’s all my fault/
Ripping away the pictures on the walls, chalk it up gotta take that loss/
You miss that bitch, prolly still smell her scent/
Gotta get back used to being by my own, but wait I still got the clique/
And they will never switch, guaranteed that’s a hunnid percent/
Always their when you feeling down, like there is no point to exist/
Yuh, at first I was quick to trust anybody but you brought out the demon within me/
My heart was replaced by an empty void, and now I have no love for giving/
My anger is bottled up, drink my sorrows away until the bottle empty/
Im mentally traumatized, but I’m good at disguising it bet no come near me/

traumatized freestyle

+ traumatized freestyle + [prod. blindcavegoblin]

Produced by Gullyspit
Cover art by Gullyspit


Lyrics:
Is he a Man or a Monster?

Verse 1:
Why you creeping? Where you going? What you looking for?
I can help you, come inside now let me shut the door
Take a seat , can I get you something to eat ?
I can tell that you been craving looking grayer than the street
Grit ya teeth, Huh
Take a breath I know your ready  
Hands are heavy but your finger tips are empty 
Brought you back out of that coffin got you stuck to me like flies
I just a need a second nothing precious about your time 
Crooked smiles , missing teeth , with the wicked grins 
Missing needles, broken vials, and them sticking pins 
Sewing back up what was taken from your skin
Daggers in your smile 
Use soap before you rinse 
Washing off the stains, see your viens, get a glimpse
Nearer blood the bloodier it gets 
Remember every face paranoia in the flesh
Nothing worse than those empty little threats

Hook:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette 

Verse 2:
Broken heels, bloody soles, running nose
Leaving places that nobody ever goes 
Except for piggies and the crows
Masterpiece complete done by numbers in row
I got leaches for your poison 
I got poison for your woes 
Death here in abundance I got violence for the show
Kick yo shoes off at the door and kick your habits out tomorrow 
Nothing but your time and your time is only borrowed

Bridge:
Its only Borrowed x2
Nearer Blood The Bloodier it gets x4

Hook x2:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette

Outro:
Take more drugs

Crooked Little Veins

Witchouse 40k - HOLLOWBONES (Prod. Mada Mazza x 33marrow)
Mixed and mastered by: 33marrow
H A U N T E D  H O U S E

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgi7IVdE1n0

HOLLOWBONES (Prod. Mazza x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Stealth

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

Written / Performed by @blckbrds, @j_mattson
Produced @zepelinbeats
Engineered by @tuMaggz

KAFH RADIO 38.74 (w/ JMattson)

Drained

Puppet Show

Wired (feat. TWENTYTHREE)

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lyrics:
I’ll punch a nigga lights out
Pull up to my city 
I’ll show you what this life bout
Betta watch yo damn mouth 
When you talk about me
Or you could end up on a tv screen 
Take caution or end up in a coffin
Take caution or end up in a coffin
Take caution or end up in a coffin
Nigga take caution or end up in a coffin 
Bitch 

Aye we stackin niggas till they hit the ceilin
Too many bitches in this world 
That’s just how I’m feelin
Dealin and servin these niggas 
That’s thinkin they tough 
Torture and bother these niggas 
Till I had enough (huh)
You not really from the rough 
I fucked yo bitch and I promise you 
That she like it rough 
You wanna talk pull up 
I’m down to discuss
Line you in chalk then walk 
And frown in disgust 
I wanna look in the eyes of my killer
Sometimes I wanna try to 
Cease to be alive 
But theeen I neva try 
And I can neva cry 
Cause I’m so numb and dry 
I wanna die 
But then I don’t 
Cause I got so much to live fo
And you don’t 
They say they gone pull up 
But we know that they won’t 
I can really get yo info
Let me know 
Cause I’m bout to drain yo money to zero 
Nigga

I’ll punch a nigga lights out
Pull up to my city 
I’ll show you what this life bout
Betta watch yo damn mouth 
When you talk about me
Or you could end up on a tv screen 
Take caution or end up in a coffin
Take caution or end up in a coffin
Take caution or end up in a coffin
Nigga take caution or end up in a coffin 
Bitch

Sect

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