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CULLING GAME
175
Hip-Hop/Rap
CULLING GAME was released on May 1, 2026 by SFL Underground as a part of the album CULLING GAME - EP
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelSFL Underground
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
954mari
954mari
Rap
Drip$tick
Drip$tick
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Rodriques
Nicholas Rodriques
Songwriter
Sam G
Sam G
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
954mari
954mari
Producer

Lyrics

It's too many rappers that's bodied by me
Kill his favorite off, I am akutami
Big chop and a kick, it is not karate
In pitch black, see a flash, we the paparazzi
Perfect punches, ain't doing no wabi-sabi
Or that childish gossip like walkie talkies
Like I'm nanami, curses, I chop 'em off me
At the star religious group, I caught a body
Yeah, I'm offing beats and you offbeat
You copping feats, I got top feats
She curving you while I'm balls deep
I'm perfect, you ain't no maki
Turning his block to a swap meet
Naobito, I'm snapping at top speed
Walking yo top tiers, topple your top three
Kashimo ice skate, thought it was hockey
Inumaki when I talk it, it is thought speech
Literally speaking this shit to existence
This real manifesting, I speak and I did it
Like hajime shocking when you see the difference
Say he want the static now he a statistic
Keep with precision, it's easy to miss it
Like maki, you not really seeing the vision
All of my curses sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
I don't even need a prescription
All of my verses sick, sick, sick
Like the manga, these people be leaking my writtens
It's mahito, mechamaru my decision is keeping you living
We free him and kill 'em
We need a petition to boot out these rappers
Yorozu, these pussies are seeking attention
I stir my peers with a perfect sphere on the court
Way I'm balling, now he on the benches
Six eyes, six eyes, six eyes, six eyes
Blue in my vision, my retina lit
They be hanami tree with this resin I hit
You a teddy bear plush so I'm testing my hit
Feel like naoya zenin way I set him up quick
I be blessing 'em just like a reverend is
Shit will send him to heaven, a hell of a hit
I got heaven restriction, I'm testing my limits
Let's get it
Heli-head, we spinning like fidgets
I'm with it
Culling game not even a scrimmage
I dribble, crossing rappers up but I'm sinning
You acting like angel, you prone to get bitten
I'm big sukuna, top cut in the kitchen
Get put in a pot with these punches I'm dishing
It burns ya
This hate in my spirit came back as a curse
I'm hoping your pain only worsens
All of y'all sheep, and I'm culling the herd
I keep it discrete so it's fuck what you heard
Reggie pack in my blunt, in my blunt, we put him up in the herb
Reggie pack in my blunt, in my blunt, we lift him up from the earth
I'm off of that reggie pack
Charles, my pen intact
Way that she moving, like uro, I bend it back
They want that mari and drip, man they getting that
Landing my hits and flashing like men in black
Gojo, my enemies marveling at me
Put me in a box for infinity, tesseract
They wanna set me back, I just repel with a red attack
Pull up my purple, I ready that
(Yeah, Black Flash)
(Yeah, yeah, Black Flash)
(Yeah, yeah, Black Flash)
(Yeah, yeah, Black Flash)
(Yeah, yeah, bitch)
(Yeah, yeah, bitch)
(Yeah, yeah, bitch)
(Yeah, yeah, bitch)
('mari)
Written by: Nicholas Rodriques, Sam G
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