FLIP FEAT. BIV [PROD. GRIN]

prod. PREZ SINATRA

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

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TOO BAD [PROD. NOVAFLED]

Ripping nails out with a vise grip, never been no nice kid
Peeling back your eyelids, Jeff the Killer type shit
Heres my advice bitch, jump off of a nice bridge 
Master of disaster, antimatter bladed knife hit, switch

I got you paralyzed, barrel between a pair of eyes
I dont want you to just die let me clarify
I wanna find the things make you terrified
Put you through cleaners get you sterilized 

Bacteria, you sheep, aint nobody to defeat
Erasing opposition like CTRL ALT DELETE
I need a pot to piss in like I gotta take a leak
You was talking mad loud but since then retreated

Scheming, i gave your life meaning
Beat a dead horse but it wont stop screaming
Rappers always reaching with the preaching for no reason
Pipe the fuck down you my kid like some semen


Bitch im feelin sick
I hate all you bitches cus you always ridin dick
Man catch another clip
Dick make her twitch but i ain even streaming,l
Shawty said she fuck wit me
Bitch got me leanin

KNVCK IF YOV BVCK, Get stabbed if you walk in
This shit is a hobby, ion even gotta clock in
Hop in, if you wit the gang you can hop in
For those of you who not wit the crew, you get blocked in

What the fuck
Goddamn
Rappin on this beat, got me feeling like the man
Skirtin off the block wit the keys to the lamb
Better tell em ZILLVH sent you, and to follow on the gram

…And He Told Me To Kill Myself So I’m G Walkin' To Hell

Disappearing doesn’t always mean being lost — sometimes it’s the only way to be found. Gonefromhere is a fractured transmission from the edge of memory, a collaboration between three sonic shapeshifters: Phntmzn, Slaymor, and Br. Blending ambient textures, glitched-out rhythms, and ghostly vocal fragments, the album drifts through haunted soundscapes and late-night frequencies, where time stretches and identity dissolves.

Each track feels like a transmission from an abandoned frequency — distorted but intimate, raw but ethereal. Phntmzn paints with delay and decay; Slaymor carves silence into rhythm; and Br threads the ghost in the machine through it all. Together, they craft a journey that is both a departure and a return.

This isn’t just music — it’s an echo of something once felt, now reimagined. You’re not here anymore. You’re Gonefromhere.

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[HOOK]
Wet up yo block we gon turn it to a cemetery
Rolling 50 deep got us looking like the military 
All our chains hitting, so cold like its Ben and Jerry's
Demon in the night, better not say Bloody Mary
Hit it from the back! Cause she want it in her guts
Free all my brothers they dont need to be in cuffs
Put a price on yo head then my brothers come and buss
Hollows lookin like a shooting star better duck

[Verse 1]
Hitting shit out of the park like I play for the Mets
put a ripple on top of yo head wave check
Yuh, i look like tree how i keep all these sticks
we gon wet up yo block till he turn to a fish

when im loading the drac put in 7.62
if ya boy talking funny we'll hit his ass too
pull up the addy we know where you stay
if you talkin that reckless we gon end yo day

Keep a piece in the booth if you run up on my session
I aint fuckin with quesions send his ass straight to heaven
i got Kashi in the back and i know he's pocket checking
You aint getting in with shit and if you try you'll need a blessing

[Bridge]
Wet up yo block, yuh
wet up yo block, yuh yuh 
wet up yo block, yuh yuh

[Hook Repeats]

[Bridge 2]
No disrespect to you OG's (Huh,Yuh)
We just on new shit (New shit)
No disrespect to you rappers (Rappers)
But you got fake drip (Fake Drip)
Man i see you in my DM's and you always throwing shade
You a fuckin nobody and you think that im afraid 
Imma keep talking shit until you put me in my place
Im a skinny white boy but i can still give a fade, BITCH

[Verse 2]
WELCOME TO THE SHOW, MOTHERFUCKERS CALL ME SLICK RICK
I AQUIRED ALL THE NAMES THEN PUT THEM ON MY HIT LIST
WATCHING BODIES DROP MAN I THINK THAT IM ADDICTED
SHOT HIM OUT THE EARTH, ANOTHER WAY TO GET LIFTED

STEP THE FUCK BACK, PLEASE DONT GET CLOSE BECUASE I BRING THE HEAT
MY AR GOT THAT KICKBACK LEAVING BODIES ALL UP IN THE STREET
IM BRINGING ALL THE STATIC FUCK STITCHES WE GON LET EM LEAK
IM POSTED OUTSIDE WIT THAT TOOL WHILE ALL YOU DO IT TWEET

Toolie on my hip i might just buss it at yo fuckin homie,
Grip the heater so much ill have my homie buss it for me 
Took ya homie life and for me its just another trophy 
you cant even mourn cause we'll pop you at his ceremony

We do not gang, bang
but we will BANG, BANG
You do not gang, bang
Dont care what you claim-ing 

[Hook Repeats]

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Bloody Mary Freestyle [Prod. Shinyy]

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Prod. Na$tii

Chorus:
where is yo iron at u look anemic 
u lost a homie hope it get repeated 
all of these comments gon leave you deleted 
you make the wrong move n yo body in pieces 

Verse: 
lighting up sticks over rocks like caveman 
beat em so bad I don’t know where his face at 
no Walter white but that bitch gonna break bad 
DMT lab in the crib wear a face mask 
you get replaced fast 
bitch I’m conceded
448 
we might get through weekend
lil bitch why you speaking 
I time out my day with scale 
but this not show n tell
u will not catch me tweaking 

I beat up when I’m in the g spot
I need me detox 
fuck it re-up
you wanna play with that lil desert eagle
I wanna snatch it and bust through a peephole

fuck it I’m looking for smoke
I bust in like fireman 
praying for mercy
that shit is inspiring 
laying em off 
like it’s early retirement 
word up to nascar cause I’m hearing 
“sirens”

Chorus Repeats

Anemic

THANK YOU TO EDDISON, VENTING PALACE, OUTRAGE, DROWNWITHTOGA, PROD NOAH, AND NEZIAH1K FOR WORKING WITH ME ON THIS ALBUM.

SPECIAL THANKS TO JAY, SIMON, AND JOHN.

HAVE FUN.

-KINO.

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Yaffe