This is our remixed version of Insane in the Membrane by Cypress Hill

Welcome to the Beast (Insane in the Membrane Remix)

Lennon and I have both reincarnated.  We were both powerful pharaohs who ruled the land.

2 Fuckin' Pharaohs (Feat. Danny Jefferies)

This is the only time I've ever done this and will hopefully be the last.  I've never uploaded an unmixed 706 song, but for reasons out of my grasp, I'm not able to mix this track and am not sure when I will be able to.  The day that I'm able to mix this track, it will be remixed and put on a CD and this demo copy will be removed.  This is actually a copy I sent Lennon years ago, after we recorded it, back in '09.

Censorshit (Demo/Rough Mix/Raw)

Lennon and I don't always get along... and sometimes, the rent doesn't always get paid.

I Gotta Get That

Exs And Hoes (Snoop Dogg Bitch Please Remix Feat. Danny Jefferies)

Made by Americans, for Americans.

This is a remix of the original The Big Joke (from The Inevitable Life LP).  The song was originally put out in late 2009.  The audio is the original audio, so not a whole lot can be done, but I tried to remix it better than the original.

The Big Joke Remix (2009)

When people take our comedy raps seriously or take our serious raps in a comical way, this is how we feel...

Lyrics
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Lennon Intro:

"May I have the attention from the people who don't understand why
706 is doing this shit so much it's pretty quick the
message is you need to face the fact you cant do shit and we be
too legit face it bitch get fucked"

Chorus 1:

Get fucked
Hmmm, What's a good way to respond to someone like you?
Well, get fucked
Get royally fucked, get dump-truck fucked
You can all get fucked
I remember hearing from someone that our shit 'fucking sucked'
Well, get fucked
Get royally fucked, get dump-truck fucked

Lennon:

Not a good idea to be pissing of an ADHD
Gonna be killa for reala, listen your pissing me off and I'm not even feeling it
Fucking up bad, running your mouth like a pissing old vag (Bitch!)
I gotta reload a full clip in your face and nobody identifies bodies like that

Bloody bodies all over the floor
Like a bomb when I linger licking digging fingers in your
Spine calm bone column hunter, no bible
Thumper watch you suffer while your friends fucking murder each other

Gonna be ripping your body in half and I'm not even sure where your body be stashed
I'm a gold digging shovel carrying unlovable shoveler carrying heads of Koreans
Cause enemies die, bitch I don't lie, look at these photographs don't they all cry?
They're missing their son, because he had fun, fucking with someone who cut off his tongue

Never again will I be under pressure the pressure of leaving a murder scene happening
Quitting your bullshit, reloading a cold stick right into your dome, and your done with your old shit
We still bringing a sound, 706 all around 
Thank you for bringing a formal complaint even though we don't care we're hell bound

Chorus 2:

Get fucked
You think you're on some high and mighty shit?  Like you're legit?
Well, get fucked
Get royally fucked, get dump-truck fucked
You can all get fucked
Can't promote without the one guy saying 'oh my god, that was so gay!'
Well, get fucked
Get royally fucked, get dump-truck fucked

Joey:

When I see your face I'm unstable like uranium
Check this trick, I'll take a brick and crush your cranium
You're fucking up my life, like a god damn audit
I can execute a murder, before I've even thought of it

Rip your rip your limbs from your body 
Lodi dodi try to spot me and perform sodomy with a shotty
Breath!  I gotta calm myself down!
I'm worked up and pissed off at these fucking clowns

Cause acting outlandish gets you nowhere, you know this
Diss us, dismiss us, you still go unnoticed
706 doesn't even have the time (That's a pun!)
Try to affect me, yet you're not on my mind,

Like baskets of clothes (what?), and gaskets and hose (what?)
Wing dings and tire swings, now you're casket's closed (oh!)
Exs and Hoes and fuck all who they sucked (yup!)
Lennon?  "Yo, What up?" Tell these bitches "Get Fucked!" "Get Fucked!"

Chorus 3:

Get fucked
'I really feel like you guys should say less bad words!'
Well, get fucked
Get royally fucked, get dump-truck fucked
You can all get fucked
'I don't like how you don't use a fake accent like all those other rappers do...'
Well, get fucked
Get royally fucked, get dump-truck fucked

Joey Outro:

"While we wrap up the end of this radio broadcast, we would like to give a special shout out to our sponsors, from the makers of Fuck Your Life comes a brand ego polisher, apply three times a day and literally not give a single solitary fuck about anything"

Get Fucked...

Get Fucked

One of the tracks intended for our album that was cancelled.  This is the sort of the opposite of "Get Fucked."  This is our chill song, our cruising song,  our song for the fans.

Big thanks to all the fans who sent us video and audio clips that were used for the outro of the song.

There should be at least one more new song to come out for you guys after this track.  Its another one off the album that was cancelled.  Its much more complex and chaotic and definitely a hyper song, so it'll take longer to fully mix and I may not do it right away.  Anyway, be on the look out for that.

Even though 706 is done, we still love you all.  Thanks again.

S.O.S.A.N.T.F.W.

Products Of Illusion FEAT Pete Kane

Chorus: 

We (are oddities and commodities)
Are the (unforgiving damage done to anybodies)
Wordsmiths (with addictions only bars can fix)
Beatniks (with lyrical tricks)
We're 706

Joey Verse:

I'm 706 and these lyrics are the death of me
Been rocking these beats since '09, cause they better me
Readily, steady I'm making plans to fill a cemetery
In my mind, at this time, heavenly reveries beckon me heavily

In the cellars where I lurk
You were swinging from bridge by rope cause you smirked
Unofficially dead, We're two empty wordsmiths, 
We were raised by the reaper and a keeper of myths

Cause I, burn spines, turn rhymes, blast 9s, I'm head meltin'
Entertainment for the world, bitch call me Red Skelton
You're pissing off a Baskervilles Hound
Foaming at the mouth while getting ready to fucking pounce

It's Killing Season bitch, now you know I'm not fancy
Flay you like a fish, leave you howling like a banshee
Zeus got loose picked up the mic and formed a habit
Like a rabbit from a hat, yo' our shit is straight magic 

"He's a cop-eater! This guys absurd!"
Cause I was cooking up the blue like I was Heisenberg 
They locked me two separate times in the electric chair
Flipped the switch, blew the breakers, and singed my neck hair

My eyes were bleeding and my skin was fully seared
Looking at those motherfuckers like "Yo! I'm still here!
Try again you bitches, the third times a charm
and hopefully you stop me from this fucking bodily harm, (but doubt it)"

Ah 1, 2, ah 3, ah 4
How many slits does it take to waste a whore?
Expect to get wrecked when we knock on your door
We adore the gore and then we vanish like folklore

Take this verse and this beat and inject it
Compare it to the ones of our past, we have wrecked it
Taking over the scene like it's been infected
32 bars, what more could you expect kid?

Lennon Verse:

Why hit the gym when I can do a couple reps
With a death grip on your neck and split that bitch up like a card deck
Leave you seeing stars like you're watching Star Trek
Sayin' you can battle me's a far fetch (bet)

Grabbin' a tech I'm a killer within, snapping your neck I'm a killer again
That's why negative feedback don't bother me, come on with me, it's time for lobotomy
If I bust you in the mouth I turn it into cavities
Tragically, yet magically you're thrown out like dead batteries

Get some knuckle dusters on, beat you till you're half dead
Pull a Glock and pop you like a black head 
You fuckin' crack head, you're gonna be leavin' with a smacked head 
Die you little bitch, that's what our track said

Bolts in my neck, not gonna be takin' a break, murda'
Duct tape your mouth, not gonna matter 'cause nobody heard ya
Screaming from the house, nail you to the tool bench
Got to be makin' sure that bitch is sturdy, fit you with a gag so you can't say a word-a

Got my neighbors always lookin' at me kind of strange
'Cause I got the garbage bags ripping, they can see the brains
And body fats, 'cause someone pulled a shotty and
I stuck it up their homies ass, pulled the trigger, blast, shredded ass

7 dollars and 6 cents, I got a sick sense
Of direction to track you down hanging from a fence 
And carve Latin into your chest to the forensics surprise again
I'm 706, the 2 rise again 

Raise when I enter the center, remember
My cerebellums like a bullet in a blender 
Fresher than a new upload to the Bestgore website
Head lice in headlights, the feds might be dead-right

I'm a sick individual, matted hair visual 
Keepin' your mouth shut to 706 is critical
Fuckin' false to say you could lay lyrics as thick as me,
If your dick would trickle ticks, you still won't be as sick as me

Wordsmiths (We're 706)

This is 706's second album.  It takes a totally different path than The Inevitable Life in that the album is entirely a concept.  Each track is a small chapter in a full-length story.  The album is more aimed at something a bit more serious and dark.  It contains no comedy tracks.  A basic plot line:

Two kids decide to do something that most people find impossible - take the life of person.  In doing so, they lose their grips on reality and are sent away to an insane asylum.  Their minds create fake versions of how the person died in order to cope with the mental trauma they go through.  A lot of the album is about the two kids trying to come to terms with what they did and accepting their fate.

A hint: Act 1 is a dream.  Joseph was asleep in the insane asylum as was having a dream that Lennon broke into his house and robbed him.  It was just a random dream his mind threw together and is irrelevant, but in the end you hear that Joseph and Lennon witnessed a girl whose car was hit by a train and it corrupted them.  In reality, they killed this girl, the train story was their minds trying to cover it up.

02 Act 1 - Break In

706 is a totally random rap group comprised of Lennon Pepple and Joseph Lyons.  The group formed in the middle of 2009.  They make everything from awkward and raunchy comedy rap, to satirical rap that cuts down modern rap themes, to totally downright deranged rap.  It should be noted, that 706 isn't meant to be a full-on serious project, but something to do when there's nothing else to do.  No, we don't take most of this stuff too seriously.

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