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No-one in the underground is putting this much effort lyrically n instrumentally. This is a god damn masterpiece 🔥🔥

Daily Drops 4

Homemade Epidural (prod. Robert Lydecker)

written / performed by @blckbrds, @salivagrey
produced by @gullyspit
engineered by @tumaggz, Saliva Grey
cover by Blckbrd

BULLETHELL (w/ Saliva Grey)

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

I dont think you understand the trouble you in
33 been dragging bodies out the cellar again
And really lately my mental state hasnt been on its bestest
Pulled the chain a little too hard now her body is headless
Oh dear what a shame
But who really needs a brain?
Walk around like you aint got one everyone is here to blame
Cant escape me bitch no matter how far you go
I can track your scent like im a dog in a grove

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

Lost inside yourself its like you fucks never listened
Told your ass to watch your back or you might end up missing
Tell me how it feels
Living nightmare shit is real
You cant run from me forever bitch im nipping at your heals
Look bitch! save yourself the exhaustion
Let me drag you cross the forest to my cellar and lock it
You like that! lets make you feel how i felt
Buried underneath the surface still alive with no bell

Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion
Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

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GauzeValley (prod. ³³marrow)

Stealth

Go Through Go Run Go Get it

Go Through Go Run Go Get It

prod. by kyrigo

LYRICS

Been about it
They bent the truth 
I’ve been bounded by dense abuse 
I’m surrounded by friends
But few of them know of my debts 
I choose to hold my hopes up
I like the suspense 
Never fold up
My intent was to glow up at your expense 
Still tipping, I’m gripping the rhythm 
Re-living the wickedness   
Still having hard times 
Need all the focus on this shit 
I cannot afford to do all of this part time 
Bitch, I am finding the times do get rough 
But I try to construct a divine use of drugs 
In my mind, run amok on the grind 
I could ride through the rush in the cut 
The fuck? 
Yeah, you got hustle 
But your music sucks 
Yeah, I might struggle 
But I won’t give up 
Need a bitch with a nice bubble butt 
Subtle, but evident
So I could cuddle up and that’s a preference 
Preface this trouble by bursting your bubble
On purpose
I’ll humble you serpents who scuffle
Certainly coupled these words
With a couplet to earn what I covet 
Busted, never mind, fuck it 
I’m disgusted, every line crushes 
Like the grudges 
I’ve been flushing all these drugs quick 
Can’t function with your dumb shit 
Been bunched in with these fuckheads 
I’m always sad, I’ve become stressed 
So tragic, I must sketch  
And rap till I’m struck dead

Time is my ally
Time is my enemy 
Time and time again 
I always tend to forget these things 
All this for the better things 
See what the weather brings 
Like depression 
Pressure and static gets oh so dramatic 

Time is my ally
Time is my enemy 
Time and time again 
I always tend to forget these things 
All this for the better things 
See what the weather brings 
Like depression 
Pressure and static gets oh so dramatic 

Fall on the floor, my heart is torn 
Belong in an ill asylum 
Still beside victims 
I’m feeling violent 
Psilocybin, I feel ignited 
With the diction, instilled through silence 
Don’t make a difference what anyone thinks 
On a mission to fulfill the love that I link 
Sync both the beat and the lyrics 
I dream of a spirit, it seems 
It appears to be weird, yeah I fear it 
I hear it at night 
But I cannot decide 
Try to go sink in these drugs 
Like a deadbeat 
Just let me descend, leave already 
Heavy hearted artist 
Definitely hard 
Ever seemed departed 
Wretched and charred, a target  
I’m destined to starve
And resent the catharsis 
I’ll harvest new hope   
Harping on karma, self harming my soul 
So I have armored my ardor 
To sparkle these flows 
Does it all startle the hoes? 
When I start to expose 
All of the awful
And hostile old comments they wrote 
On the flows hot as tropical coasts 
I’m a chronic impulsive 
Won’t ponder your bullshit 
No time to oppose it, I must stay focused 

Time is my ally
Time is my enemy 
Time and time again 
I always tend to forget these things 
All this for the better things 
See what the weather brings 
Like depression 
Pressure and static gets oh so dramatic 

Time is my ally
Time is my enemy 
Time and time again 
I always tend to forget these things 
All this for the better things 
See what the weather brings 
Like depression 
Pressure and static gets oh so dramatic

AGAINST THE CLØCK

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

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali
lyrics
To be is not the way to be 
I played to keep but came to see I played myself, it’s plain to see 
I played this beat to make these dreams appear complete
I hate the fear, the pain reveres my aim to please 
I can’t compete or draw the line from a to b 
Or draw the line between the things I want and things I need 
It’s hard to be discreet  when everything is bleak 
And every thought that lingers really makes me sink 
Into the muddy waters and I oughta stop this cycle 
Love is vain, unstable like my vitals 
Caught the bug that made me like you, but I am the type to get lost 
As i fight through the fog, in spite of what’s wrong like typos 
Type of psycho to tip the scales 
Balance hype with holy grails of moments that uphold these spells 
The culprit of my loneliness pulls me back like a ponytail 
I slowly scale the hope and pull closer 
None of you know me well enough to ever pry my composure 
Cold blooded, times up, I told ya whether I’ll fail and fall over 
Nail in the coffin until I’m sober 
Writing about the darkness 
Motherfucker, I live it too
Comparing me to rappers I don’t even fucking listen to 
Simple truth is I’m a simple dude
Every verse I birth reveals the shitty truth 
I’m cynical, feel nimble when I’m living off the tempos 
Evolving, soft and gentle 
Exhausting my fucking temper
Do without the self critical pity 
I reached the pinnacle of hell till I felt shitty 
spat frigid lines till all of my demons felt chilly 

i can’t help but to feel
a little suicidal, that’s my baseline 
distorted just like the bass line 
whatever it takes
they said it takes time 
but the truth is brutal
that’s the shit that i heard
through the grape vine (X2)

Shitty ass people bound to flip and turn evil 
I might slip into comatose like I’m sick and on the needle 
But I know that shit is lethal, so I’ll keep my fucking distance 
Wicked prescriptions 
Nicotine, I love when it kicks in 
All these addictions feel like a fucking crucifixion 
Who will even listen to these tunes 
I’ve been conflicted with the rules of my condition
Once I drew blood, I felt distant from my true love 
I won’t give in to the truth of my decisions 

Hook (X2)

Well, I’m thinking everybody got me fucked up 
Till the sticking point, loves been hitting my heart like nunchucks 
Take trails to find truth and trust guts 
Face pale, go to sleep whenever the suns up 
Sun Zu, you dumb fools 
These rough cuts of rigid rhythms are driven to make my blood rush 
If you’re sitting, just listen to what I construct 
Stuck up bitches are picky, so when I’m spitting 
I hope they could shut the fuck up 
I would hate to assume that most critics are truly rude 
This shit sounds like Hooty Hoo meets Judy Blume 
Takes a lot of fucking guts to never give a fuck or fume 
Whether you doubt or prove if I ever could win or lose 
Ever so dense and cruel 
I’ll never defend my views or my tendencies and my dues 
Centipede, I move with a gentle ease 
And refuse to attend to your little rules 
Evident, you’re a lie, I’ll lend a piece of my truth 
Wither away on any given day 
Twitching with the wicked withdrawals the K-Pins gave 
Sticking to the script, dissolved
I can’t be saved, ever since pre-k
Mama told me be safe
Oughta tune you motherfuckers out like T-Pain 
Legit to a tee like the way that I numb pain 
Either that or bleed until my thoughts are fucking blood stained 
Life is so far from the mundane bum days 
I just need a pick me up, fuck your pity
i’m pretty much petty enough to divvy up schemes 
To defeat these evil fucks, leave me alone, I’m in control 
Gleaming, bitch i ball till i fall 
No off season, i off these demons till they dissolve 
Off the wall, I’m stuck 
Sever them all, the rush of letting em know I'm spitting flows 
Till they shut the fuck up 
Off the wall, I’m stuck 
Sever them all, the rush of letting em know I'm spitting flows 
Till they shut the fuck up 

Hook(X2)

THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE

PRODUCED BY BHASPER

LYRICS:

I’m falling outta love, hard to give a fuck : open up the gates and now we bringing through the flood / sipping on this mud, ask me what it does, when everyone around you saying that they fucking done / cus I don’t even know, where else I could go, but I know I don’t wanna be here no more / keep it on the low, send it all below, I ain’t ever feel pain like this before // gimme a minute to hop in the zone, lately I been feeling so alone, I know it’s taking a toll on my life, how in the fuck can I wrong my rights? I know it’s not okay, that Im feeling the need to always be gripping a knife. Paranoia that be filling my mind, preventing me from sleeping at night

I won’t compromise again, y’all are not my fucking friends, thought you loved me you just added to these voices in my head. Texting me asking for shit, you just be adding to my stress, at least just ask about my day before you ask me for some bread. People never gave a fuck about the shit I tend to struggle with, so I hit the studio and just record another hit, I think my shit dope as hell give a fuck if you fuck with it, you never paid no bills no wonder you don’t look at numbers kid. People always try to demonize me, cus they jealous of me, that’s just what I’m realizing? It takes a lot for me really fucking feel lively, this world is dangerous me and my peoples still thriving



Searching for my act 5 scene 3 
Romeo Echo SIERRA Tango 
IT’S HARD FOR ME 
Charlie Chaplin 
In the way that I move 
Cause it’s Silently
I have my Hustle down to a T 
Hope you caught that wordplay
Cause hustle 
has a Silent T 
Here’s some tea
PROVERBS 18:2 
IS IRONIC you see
Because the pious
will never understand me 
Flooded by these thoughts 
when I’m sleepy makin me hollow 
Might blow my head off 
Leave me like sleepy hollow 
IMPROMPTU MOVEMENT 
IM JUST GOING WITH IT 
NEVER BEEN ONE FOR THE GIMMICKS 
LIKE A gaff deck SHIN LIM SECRET
 8 EVADING 12 
like the Fibonacci Sequence 
 acquiescence of my essence 
lifes a calamity exhibition 
Almost died 
Like that pool
 Scene from final destination 
the way I sat and drowned myself with the Jameson
Not tryna pencil in 
Reasons to be negative 
Propensity to be pensive 
With the pen I’m killing it
Almost like what happened to me with the Penicillin 
I’m not Jason Veritek the way I catch feelings
Makin moves 
Like Patrick Swayze 
Shredded hardwood dancing
Wait a minute 
It’s been a minute 
Since I actually took a minute 
To really ponder on it 
IM Flooded by these thoughts
Like 2023 MONTPELIER VERMONT

Ethan Ross & 8corpses - FLOOD

@istasha
Stream: https://biglink.to/eNE5

Lyrics:

[Istasha]
Better not drop my name
We don't even see
Eye to eye
So keep that out your face
Out your mind
A change
Sever the ties just like it's nothing
Pull me down
Degrade
Crop me out the frame
So fuck it
I could call that shift my grave but
Bitch I'm on another plane

Whole lotta fraud
What I mean
We're still counterfeit
Hope they still got it like Disease
Just like the god I'd be
Go like a dog with the leash, stay obeying me
Blackout in the forest with the trees, i'm feeling fine
I'm fuckin crawled up tucked in a tub
Digesting the blood
Peeling running out the window
But this shit ain't a cut
Smoke trails
Till i'm on new waves
Underwater still covered
I kick a bucket out of ways
Then I run that shit again
I make her back it up
'Til I hit the end
I fill a single duct
I'm breathing in
You think of a fuck I give
I got an end to my plans

[NIKKO]
Outcast I have been a misfit
Waistband its holding up this dick
Big bands my wallet don't do shit
Quick hands, I instantly hoe jit's
Visibly bone chip bad
Crazy
We got em mad, hate me
None of my gats ever had safeties
We popping mags, say cheese
Cause we bouta shoot up your party
No lo siento lil buddy
No mas momentos
I body bag your kinfolk on god
I'm not from round here
I show up they get found dead
I could smoke 'em like a pot head
And I know why they thots stare
Cause when I walk in
They wanna bounce it on me
I'm big don't wanna compare accounts lil homie
For every one on you I got a couple thousand on me
And everybody know you pussy just announce it bro
You got extra holes in your body
My flow water, holy, I'm godly
Oh my god like get these hoes off me
I'm outside I know they all watching
And I know they don't want get hit this optic
Heat on me, not in the tropics
Whip fast they not gonna stop shit
Dick in her body narcotic, she go psychotic for it
Sad
And these bitches used to laugh at it
Now they see me and get asthmatic
Quarantine me, need a hazmat suit
Cause I can't take the fake unless it's bitches ass shaking
And overweight is great as long as it's a check balance
No mistaking, i'm in your house
Invasion baby, came for the taking
And no god no hero cape can save your ass from it

EXILADA

EXILADA w/ Istasha (prod. Istasha)

miles ahead

miles ahead ft. soap.

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
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STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

savage ga$p x kamaara x grim salvo - in your darkest nightmares, you'll see me (￣。￣)～ｚｚｚ

prod. me

4:43 met the sun while its rising
alone in the street feel it breathing but its silent
when i got to the rock i met the man who spoke of violence
he talked in a tongue revoke revenge and keep on smiling

story is the silver ring is worth more than the world
i gotta find a little love so i can know how bad it hurts
and ive been talking to myself we think that shit is getting worse
maybe ill dig a little deeper till i hit a fucking nerve

theres a fine line
between heart and hand
and i dont mind
if you stick around
it just feels right
but im wrong again
now a new life
im not scared to start over again all on my own

if you could see me now, youd think that i wasnt real like a fairytale
where we die in the end, i know you very well
whats deep inside of your mind i can take you there
i can take you there
if you could see me know, youd see how hard that ive tried since i hit the ground
when your eyes kissed the sky I let it tear me down
like i did all those times, you can tear me down
you still tear me down

story is the silver ring is worth more than the world
i gotta find a little love so i can know how bad it hurts
and ive been talking to myself we think that shit is getting worse
maybe ill dig a little deeper till i hit a fucking nerve

story is the silver ring is worth more than the world
i gotta find a little love so i can know how bad it hurts
and ive been talking to myself we think that shit is getting worse
maybe ill dig a little deeper till i hit a fucking nerve

theres a fine line
between heart and hand
and i dont mind
if you stick around
it just feels right
but im wrong again
now a new life

FAIRYTALE

TrenchWorld (feat. Grim Salvo) (prod. ³³marrow)

Dr0nched In Sw0t (feat. GRIM SALVO)(prod. ³³marrow)

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