yall fucking killed this but this beat is fucking vicious bro wtf

Keep it up 💪 y'all bustin out some work 💯

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I got no time for this 
y’all  better fucking move 
unless y’all really wanna die for this 
no question I got better shit to do
than rot in hell 
leave a message at the tone
then go kill your fucking self 

walking body bag like oogie must be Halloween
the blade made you an animal 
extension made you sub machine 
attention all I need
im getting blown like I’m stationed
All anybody wants is a 
shout out or a statement 

Bridge:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 

Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

Verse 2:
got no creation 
everything you spit I said before 
big scary man
but in the dms you a fucking whore
everyday another rung up on that ladder 
I promise at the top is a noose around the rafter 

alright alight alright  I get it 
I’ll stop hating 
I’ll focus on my passion
talking war against the nation
no industry gon plant me
IM PURE INDOTRINATION 
a gun inside my mouth 
so I can kill my occupation 

Bridge 2:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 
 
Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

SQUEAL CITY

WATCHLIST CERTIFIED

prod. by justdan
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics
Play the field, the grass is greener on the other side
Take these pills until I feel another high 
Till I feel like another guy 
Until I feel a nice subtle rise in heat like it’s summertime 
Working double time
There’s never enough of time 
Not enough buffer to protect my stubborn pride 
Summarize this misery with supple lines 
Made from the cloth of my troubled thoughts, but it’s cut and dried 
Still greasy like it’s southern fried 
I settled on a style that some despise like undercover guys 
Money’s the truth, but that’s also where the trouble lies 
Tunneling trials and struggles high as the sunrise on summer skies 
Something lies beneath the styles they speak 
It’s been a while, I’ve been too weak to peak my head into the room to see what everyone’s been up to 
Look in the mirror, it’s hard to trust you 
Look at this clearer when I’m less puzzled 
When I measure out your love, it feels like I got hustled 

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

If loves the water in the sea, your smile is the rain 
Then I will scream out your name before I drown in the waves 
I’ve been down and out for days, while I’ve been counting on the ways, I could fall back on fantasies and find a new escape 
Or buy a new estate 
Provide a future fate with pride and strength 
In a house of fire, there’s no time to ruminate  
Another summer, I spent concerned my comfort would spiral into a term of contempt 
Under these terms, I resent my birth, this earth and the stench of herbals 
They drenched in oils or boiled in kettles to quench 
Settle the score with a rage I hide in my spirit that may arise in these lyrics 
I raise the lines to appear that I may survive
Had a close shave with the naked eyes 
Ashamed my hope was razor thin, so I just wasted time 
Assume that I’ll get revenge at a later time 
Light shimmers on cynics in a state of mind that stays confined 
Illuminating Satan’s eyes 
Maybe I’m lazy 
Maybe crazy, but life made me this way 
My brain is hazy in a matrix and a range of dismay 
I may long for the day I find love, but the longer it takes 
I stray away till I’m beyond being saved 
So, with this spark that lights this life 
Sometimes I feels it glows so bright that it excites and put me into fight or flight mode
Hold this mic like knives to protect me against the tight rope 
Bury all my bones and watch the dirt birth a new bright rose

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ADORE, LØVERBOY

prod. mercykill

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. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

MANIC MAN

@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?

Cosmic Humility Interlude

official music video

PROD.KXRMX

MIGHT ADD LYRICS LATER ---

TAPE THIS SUMMER 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤---

RVMAN - NO SAFETY [PROD. KXRMX]

GROWING FANGS (FEAT. FXCKJAMiE) [PROD. SUBTRY]

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

prod. by zepelin & zyller 
additional prod. by zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
I'm sick of feeling giddy for you b*tches, too dense
Drop a rhythm, critics drop their two cents
I've been spilling lyrics on the instrumentals, too tense
I'm been feeling fearless
Really too drenched up in the spirit of the trench
Hence my dreaded, unwavering new sense of passion
Pedaling the ink from this pen with the stench of havoc
Settling with these rations
The devils in sync with madness, already feel like a madman
Heavy feelings erratic, my heads up, kneeling while laughing
Festering feelings, the havoc's remnants reveal my habits clashing with patterns on the beat
Held this sh*t captive on a leash, so I had to get this sh*t leased
B*tch, I'm a beast
Diminishing returns on my commitment, I've been curved
By the skin of my teeth, still preserved it all like a dentist
Replenish my inner winner
A cynic, I've been intending to get the point like I'm ending a sentence

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn

F-f-flipping through the pages, itching for another protocol
Chasing one peace like a pair of overalls, overhauled
All the information until I become a know it all
Every verse you've heard from me is unique ‘cause I wrote em all
Overall, I'm really just neat, sh*t is cold and raw
Throwing salt onto your wounds and no it won't dissolve
Like my hatred won't resolve cause I f**kin' hate you, b*tch
This cycle goes in circles like a bowling ball

F-F-Figuratively speaking, I've been feeling really distant
From the figures who been fickle, I just bicker every weekend
I'd try killing for a deeper purpose
Feel like I'm been keeping too much weight upon my shoulders
Everyday, I feel like bleeding out my rage and through my soul
Display how I've been dealing with the pain, so I told 'em, "I'll maintain this way of dreaming"
C-Colder, now I'm older with this faithful way of thinking
I've been sinking in the deep end
Day to day,  I am still bringing what it takes to level up and keep the pace up, f*ck a paystub
Traits to raise the stakes that leave a trace upon each take
I record with every war inside my head, I could embrace
Work towards a better state, a mental state that's based
W-W-Wake up everyday with tension
I could ventilate with every record 'till I'm rest assured a taste of pure contentment
A semblance of a Heaven that's on earth that could let me in
Run these tracks, my recipes equal parts petty and deadly sin
B-B-Been to hell and back, avoid states I've already been
Sh*t reflects the fact these raps still have a steady grip
On filling all the gaps, record this shit till my sweaty skin
Demonstrates my wrath, I'm still scheming for a steady win
Disillusioned by bruises, chew the cud or my cuticles
I soothe infliction with diction and pharmaceuticals
Communicate my views to you, now I'm like Dr. Doolittle
T-T-Taking up center stage like a musical

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn (x2)

retribution.mp4 (or: the art of getting even in an odd world)

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