Anythin

SAUL SILVER (prod. NetuH)

DEJA VU (PROD. SKOTSKR)

PROD. @JAMESGORCZYCA1
MIX BY @LVSTFORPAIN
VOCALS: @SNIPZTEA & @LVSTFORPAIN
ART: @HOODPALOMINE

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NECK FREESTYLE W/LVST (JAMES GORCZYCA)

lyrics

2 times
give a lover 2 signs 
That we’re doomed
Ive already proven that the truth hides 
nothing deep about this  
Don’t confuse lines 
Cover the tracks 
check my shoe size 
Don’t ever choose sides 
Never need a truce to cruise by 
But a Drug is crucial for lewd dimes   
grew to recruit highs
en route to go resume the doom
strong as the moonshine 
The residue in my vessels might give a true sign that Ill soon die 
Assume life electrocutes a new light  
Then demise will come settle 
Rise for the commute by 
Embezzled abuse like  
My fucking potential
I pick up in the end full of the vivid destruct 
No rickety soliloquies
The Rhythms are crushed 
The will to fill up dreams
Without giving a fuck 
Live it up
Never give it up, hit em up with an official bump
Itty bitty buzz, cynical and sick of love 
Insignificant bitches finna Mimic the trust
meant to mend indifference to the men & women 
Guess it depends if I’m giving them my 2 cents 
To pivot or ascend to the limits  
Surrendered bits to the sickness
amidst the twisted convention
conditioned to my sick ambitions 
Tough visits i double fisted cement 
The rubble sifted 
Knock on wood for good luck till my fingers are splintered 

I don’t give a fuck about social status 
Don’t give a fuck if i crash 
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics 
Romantics still roam in the grass 
With the snakes & the rats 
At this rate, I’d feel stacked against malice 
And sadness hits
balance my past & spit 
Challenged to have grip within my paralysis 
To my collapse, if my madness gets 
Slashed in a matter of minutes
And dragged to a shallow pit 
Tell alice, I wish her the best 
But I still can’t forget 
She’s a shallow bitch 
Foreshadowed the highs & the lows of her habits 
But I do not know if she happened 
To ever catch onto the fact
I was masking my pain with a flask & a fraction 
Of coke kept me active 
That night I was choking while chasing the dragon

I don’t give a fuck about social status 
Don’t give a fuck if i crash 
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics 
Romantics still roam in the grass 
I won’t give up hope, but I know the static 
Keeps my anxiety brash 
I float with my woes on a boat
I still paddle way down this cold river at mass 

ive been elevated, ive been hella faded 
ive fitted the rages that have relegated devils in my mind 
ive been dedicated, still so deprecated, till i’m desiccated,
Ive been slated to be dead by 35
dreamt a shady vision, predicament
picked it, hit it, lit it with the fucking fire from inside 
inquisitive diction grips the explicit limits allegedly wicked, twisted 
Within the gripping sickness & prolific divides  
Livid disposition, i rivet
i ticket a critic with an acidic instant despise 
dip in demise 
i spit with a hint of divine, spirit 
Despicable guys kick it 
Akin to devised scrimmage 
So difficult strides diminish my physical 
Unfit for the visible dumb shit 
Pop a stimulant, tongues lick bitter powders 
Among which
give me the power to come with 
To Recount for a dumb bitch

while i figure the figment up in my mind might trigger
a sublime quite bigger than a bullet to the skull
You’re full of shit
i revolt cause I should’ve been dead 
Could’ve been 
Would’ve been
But I stood with unrest with the lead up to my chest
address steps I took to detect depths unhooked 
From the depression 
Still stalling, Now look 
Ive been falling 
They left when they saw my face 
Bury them all in a shallow grave

I feel like just drowning real deep down in doubts 
Till surrounded by sounds that have kept accounted 
I count them all up until I feel real grounded 
I ran out of luck 
I never found love 
Now I feel more fucked than ever 
So just, fuck forever 
I’ll stay stuck forever 
Enough 

Hook x1

SØCIAL STATUS

I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING

Ouija

Ouija (feat. Warlord Colossus, Sxmpra, Saliva Grey) (Prod. Blunt Christ x lil sleepy)

prod. by marow & 4ria

lyrics: 

picture me perfect
i ricochet hits & refurbish the shit that i spit 
on the surface
i think that i’ll stick to these verses 
the verdict is out, i deserve this 
worship the verge 
i’m as sick as a purge 
vigorous surge 
i’m absurd as the cigarette burns
on my pillow case 
no fillers in the features
i fulfill the evil deep within rhythms 
conceal indifference with skilled precision 
now listen 
i did it, i’ll do it again 
depicted grimace, lose it again 
inflict the venom
till i’m healed & akin to the pen 
dim witted fucks, i can’t trust 
here’s a hit of revenge, so get the syringe 
tinker with luck or get stuck in a binge 
i construct a rush till it combusts in the end 
how funny everyone discusses friends 
and puts up fronts like it’s a must 
everyone just wants a hint of pretend 
i destruct till the rubble treads lovers 
in bubbles to mend their struggles 

hypothetically speaking 
my hype will be dead by the evening 
creeping on the prospect of nonsense 
i cannot invest in the reason 
reap doubt or be about it 
i plead the profound encounters 
to keep an ounce of accountability
filling me
silly me  
for my faith in abilities to encase witty tips
im willing to face with agility 
ur shitty to pity, 
believe me, i’m fiending for another achievement 
i’m creeping 


in a prison, in my mind 
im inclined to the limits by design 

here is the sign you were looking for 
so baby, look no more 
fall from cloud nine to demise
how divine 

my image the rest regard as inefficient 
my repertoire is still relinquished on records 
the bars may diminish the reservoirs 
i just still think there’s some left
i could harp on the link between methods & madness 
i sink in the weather in tact
with a glimpse of depression
the static flings under the pressure, erratic 

in the middle of the night
light strikes, it’s another slight fight 
against the parasites
apparent, i bear with the perished sights 
of fairness
it barely suffice 
impaired, i cannot square with the gripes 
they just stare through my eyes 
if i dare realize that i’m scared 
then i’ll fucking die 
and forced to watch my momma cry 
spare my soul another try 
heard the truth through the grapevine 


last year, i  needed money 
but hindsight is 2020 
see i might need more than something 
to confront all of the bludgeoning 
sucker for love, i’m wondering 
what’s above me that’s hovering 
what do the troubles bring? 
besides bloody lovers suffering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 

the truth, the blues, i knew 
the truth, the blues, i knew

PRETTY PICTURE

HE WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE

ARIA91

ASCENSION

prod. by saint urya & Zaki Ali 


lyrics
When I was in the psych ward
You were on your fucking high horse 
I got sidetracked by life forms 
quite bored living life sober
So I might form 
a tight order of rhymes sorted 
I find horrid  
breaking the rules 
I might get fined for it 
Making fools in line forfeit 
lines on my forehead
Align with the number of times 
Ive been so numb and divine 
Here’s a design
Combined to fuck up your mind 
Rid you of grimace 
I’m trying
To paint you a picture 
Elicit the figures 
I’m legit 
I’m tripping 
I’m Ticking like clocks, here’s a figment 
Fickle as fucks who exhibit 
Slick interruptions and gimmicks 
Mic in my hand, I feel gifted 
Like I’ve been damned to inhibit 
All of the standards I pick it 
Apart, cannot pander to bitches 
I’m bigger than that 
And I’m living so large 
I Command while I kick it 
With bars that I’m managing 
Views that are harsh 
Understanding I’m damaging my heart 
When handling adderall scripts 
That I’m sampling daily 
Striking the tiniest chords, ukulele 
I’m failing
to check off the things on my bucket list 
Too busy dealing with feelings 
You fucking bitch caused 
I’m still lost 
What’s the cost of this turbulence crossed 
Against thoughts I exhaust 
Till I’m burnt out and squashed 
That shit is raw, know I’m flawed 
Cause In hindsight
I feel like I’m walking through fog 
I cannot walk this shit off
Top of the morning 
I topple the bars with a topic I scoffed 
Till it’s hot like the tropics
I tap in til tapped out on god 


Things been barely moving 
Ive been barely sleeping 
Intertwined 
With my share of delusions 
Fairly conducive 
To the grind 
Killing time, I feel dead inside 
Like I ingested insecticides
Give me a second, I’ll sink in the pressure 
Death to my pride 

barely alive 
Feel like I’m barely alive 
Yeah
Barely alive 
Everyones staring, I hide 
Yeah
Bear with my mind  
Imperative that I defy 
All these fuckers inside  
Til I perish and die 
Killing time 
Fill the lines 
Feel like I’m barely alive

B4RELY 4LIVE

BUBBLE GUM CLOUDS
BUT IM BOUND IN A CELL
I LIVE AS A FIEND 
YOU'RE MY FAIRY TALE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eg0NdWW0TA 
AMV BY DARKTONESRECORDS

fiend/fairy tale

99ZED X BADKIDMIZU X SALIVA GREY- RIVERCITYRETALIATION (PROD. AK-47 $HAWTY)

MVKO

Bloody razor in my fist I swing it cuz I'm ruthless, 
Dont give a fuck about an opp my steeltoes leave em toothless, 
Only down for gang most you motha fuckers useless,
Slammin liquor loud as fuck I am a fuckin nuisance, I'm foolish

I ain't got time for a fuckboys shit,
Fly into your state just to pull up and go fuck yo bitch,
Some Magic shit, pull my chopper out my fuckin bag of tricks,
Hellhounds walkin in the night we navigate with candlesticks, 

Creepin thru your home Like a ghost (like a ghost)
I'm the presence everywhere you go (where you go)
Followin my footprints through the snow (in the snow)
They leadin to the front door of your home (of your home) 

I'm the revenant, bullet in your head not hesitant,
Its effortless, cleanin up the scene no evidence,
Genesis, we the start of plague and pestilence, 
We venomous, one bite rot you to your skeleton,

Full moon watch me rise up from my grave, (from my graaaaave)
Eyes glowing red i am deranged, (I'm deraaaanged)
Was gifted for the soul that I exchanged, (I exchanged)
Walking out the flames I am unscathed, (I'm unscathed)

Pull up on your block,
Whole team strapped up like the swat,
Before we light up your spot, 
Better give us what you got,

Hellhounds comin kicken in your front door bitch,
See the lazer sight know that you are done for bitch, 

Sick of all the mouth racin,
Sick of all the clout chasin,
You're cattle to your government your mother fuckin cows grazin, 

Fuck a suicide note bitch I've been dead for years,
Write my name with blood on my gravestone when I depart from here

SINIZTER

Walkin’ like a zombie, feeling crummy motherfuck the money/ 

One man army shootin’ like a junkie, they can trace the tracks/

Take a trip, final destination they won’t make it back/

Banana clips walkin’ through the jungle like a razorback/

Chest beatin’/

Death cheatin’/

Trigger squeezin’/

Less breathin’/

More bleedin’/

What’s the meanin’/

Intervenin’/

Met demons, I left ‘em feindin’/ 

For my soul my heart cold, brain freezin’/

Sinizter, fuck a finish this just the beginning-yuh/

Send in the, back up before I clap at ya emperor/

No Kings power to the people/

All my bros bring anarchy load the cannon be...fore I blow steam/

Woah/

You already know/

I hit'em high, Mako hit'em low/

Nobody survive everybody’s a ghost/

You ain’t gotta go home, but bitch you gotta go...YUH/

FMJ feat. Sinizter (Prod. Fallen)

ariarapsnow.bandcamp.com

mixtape by 4ria

DISPOSITION

4ria - screwface

99ZED x SALIVA GREY x ODIATO x MIZU- IRATE

prod by gmp, zak ali & 4ria


SPOTIFY LINK BELOW


https://open.spotify.com/track/2yLZAeViNb16Q6tQ2SYL58

lyrics: 

look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 
bitch i quit drinking, i’m sinking in vomit i belch 
and beginning to think i could opt for some help 
all of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink 
wish i could just be more limber 
or be less distinct 
instead i yell timber 
depressions in sync with my temper 
that shit all grows heavy 
i vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers 
meticulous new repetitions 
i let it relinquish what i can’t remember, so tender 
but what difference does it make 
with the distance that i take 
i’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes 
i spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes 
you wretched fucks are asbestos, i can’t try to behave 
i don’t want to spend any more time tryna debate 
i’m still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate 
as the time shatters 
rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter 
i brine in sublime & latch onto my habits 
i find when i’m manic 
& till i go peak, all my passion is bleak 
until you all reach my new absence 
let that all read as my way of now getting complete 
and redeeming the panic 
this shit is no feat 
it’s a means of me slamming 
you hoes into granite 
you hoes all go show off your glow into cameras 
instagram models, be damned if i cannot fuck 
all of those filters can’t help what the damage does 
cause you’re a 6 just like digits from canada 
business as usual, city is cancerous 
writtens i drew the truth, so much less glamorous 
can’t handle gambles, i travel from 
lands where i drag my love forward 
with bags of drugs 
packing up 
i’ve got a lack of trust 
from all the knives in my back 
i’m not backing up 
cause all these wounds make my breathing hard 
like your damn asthma does 
you’ve got a bag of tricks 
well i’ve got active love 
holding raps captive 
connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs 
sold off the raps i sung 
you’re all so old, but you’re acting young 
tricks are for kids 
and i told em, i had enough 



look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 



look at you 
look at you 
you little judgmental cunt 
now bitch look at you

judgmental c*nt

lyrics: 

holding a grudge 
i can’t forfeit to bid you 
good luck, but life’s tough 
this mistrust will forbid you 
i’m sick of you fucks 
and i’ll never forgive you 
get stuck, it’s a rush 
the shit i did is official 
here is a fistful of signals 
bitch, wishing you well 
and words sizzle like flames 
the pains simple as hell 
shit, i still sit & dwell 
about her eyes blue crystal 
5’2 bitch who mystified my temple 
dimples hide behind her mental 
state of mind dissembled 
i dreamt of a new life 
but realized my new potential 
fed up with the gripes 
the lights had heightened 
with two red bull’s down my pipe 
i’m still resentful 
towards the nights still uneventful 
but i still write without a pencil 
to ignite something less gentle 
sensual as i bite a chunk of cud 
i’m out the mud hoe 
my mind is dirty as your love 
never could trust a hoe 
bust a nut 
& paint her face with my cum like a juggalo 
the rush implodes 
make a rude bitch croon like cudis flow 
cut it, i colored my brand new vision with another tone 
just a fucking smidgeon to glisten 
bitch you must get stoned like Dylan 
here’s a new condition 
given the brush i hold 
consist of the images 
scripted like a puppet show 
father time aligns my anxieties 
and i hit the mother load 
with prescriptions, you must’ve known 
barely sleep & it fucking shows 
you ain’t heard like a buffalo 
what i observe, it must oppose 
all the woes that i stumble fo 
all the hoes, it ain’t nothing tho 
all they know. it ain’t nothing tho 
all they know. it ain’t nothing tho 


And i’m fucked up, that’s the truth 
But baby I’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
days bruised 



letters to the runts & the crew 
tell em i never knew love like the truth 
sell em all the drugs, that they could abuse 
tell em it’s like a hug for all their blues 
days bruised 


im in a war with myself, my minds warped 
is my health so unwell? 
i’m divorced from reality 
people all stare at me 
bear to be normal 
i carry these morsels of notions that force all this tension 
i sense it, i bend it, i vent it, i’m tempted to end it 
and now i’ve got remnants of memories trenchant 
my mental extends through this penmanship 
never forget you bitch 
i do not know if i lust you or if i resent you bitch 
maybe it’s both 
while i savor the moments 
jaded, debated my framework i know it 
this game that they plays like aerobics 
just shameless, i’m phobic of days where i’m hopeless 
no choice, i’ve avoided the world 
as i grow into places, remote 
and this boredom has taken its toll like a poison 





And i’m fucked up, that’s the truth 
But baby I’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
days bruised 



letters to the runts & the crew 
tell em i never knew love like the truth 
sell em all the drugs, that they could abuse 
tell em it’s like a hug for all their blues

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