Track 1 of 3 on "Fugazi!"
Written by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke
Mixed by Aaron Kessler and Kaje
Mastered by Aaron Kessler

LYRICS:

[Syd Solanke]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag

[Droogie]
This game is on a tight-rope
Greyson’s takin’ flight, hoe
Crash and burn, when the crowns all burn, go serve yourself to Christ, oh
My god, this is life though
No replays or lives, bro
Y’all want reassurance, pussy cowards this ain’t Geico
Heebie jeebies, lookin’ creepy when you rollin’ down the block 
Freaky deeky, when you see me, isn’t frequently I talk
Fuckin’ cowards want my trust 
Pedophiles, fucking cunts 
‘Cross the aisles, same ol’ stuff
No-vem-ber, better pack yo stuff and 
Take a walk down blindman’s hallway
Down the Issac Kappy highway
Breathe in and out with that basilisk 
When he wraps around, its inviting 
And this isolation exciting
No obligation, no writing
I feel fuckin’
I feel fuckin’ 
I’m fuckin’ dead, I couldn’t do this for a minute or more
What the fuck it’s all for? A fuckin’ industry whore
They want me slavin’ in a booth to pump a unit a month? 
Just for everyone to tell me I ain’t conscious enough
Fuck!

[Syd Solanke]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Why?

[Syd Solanke]
Why, why
Why do we have to comply
You laugh at the pain 
And cackle and cry
You grabbin the 9 after 5
Eyes, wide
Know I can see underneath of your smize
We one in the same we got matchin disguises
Apathy,
Act like you try
Theres always other ways to cope and I gotta control it, I know it
I want a chance
Just a Mortal Man
Know I fucked up, I knew when he stiffened up
That “shit hit the fan”
Force a Rigamortus on a bigger man
Where the bully nigga?
Im the Boogeyman
Know I fucked up, I know he gon’ do it again
He crazy, I know hes a voice in my head!

[Syd Solanke & Jazz Vicaris]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag

[Jazz Vicaris]
They say I need some therapy
Lonely with anxiety
On my way to purchase heat 
These crackers keep on testing me
My happiness a fleeting moment 
Never win, I face defeat 
So when I face the devil 
I am kissing up must take a knee
My whole life I felt pressure, so a nigga sit and stress eat 
Depression got me losing weight, so it do not affect me 
Plus I got my dead beat, acting like my bestie 
When he the reason, I’mma kill myself, I’m in a frenzy 
A maniac, can’t react 
I’m heartless, karma
Payed me back 
For petty times that I would diss
Pilllow talking wit a bitch 
What goes around is coming back
Insomnia it’s hard to sleep 
Heebie jeebies, stealthy in the city cause the reaper creep
Lollygagging to my shows 
Hear my pain, you bob your head 
All they do is fucking pose
Yes-men look like bobble heads
Lacking fucking common sense 
Talking to my consciousness
It only makes me overthink 
It’s fucking up my confidence

[Syd Solanke]
He knows she know
Dont let it drag
You kids look so sad
Aye

You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag

Heebie Jeebies

Track 2 of 3 on "Fugazi!"
Written by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke
Mixed by Kaje
Mastered by Kaje

LYRICS:

[Jazz Vicaris]
You shakin’ ya boots
You criminal rappin, you cap with a passion
What happened
You not gonna shoot
You say that she real, but she plastic
I'm not finna tap it
No case on the crew
I'm not the one to be flashing
You say that’s yo bro
Why they robbin’ you
Talking to me you backstabbin’
Not from my fabric
It's nothing new
Women lie
Niggas lie
Imma lie
For my guys
Hand on bible, disgrace
To the motherfuckin’ gods
Women lie
Niggas lie
Imma lie
For my guys
Hand on bible, disgrace
Momma Im sorry Im lyin to god

[Syd Solanke]
Ooo split a peruke
You, lickin’ the boot
Politicking with the bigwigs
Sitting pretty on my loot
Spirit cooking know I came with a bib
The people lookin’ so I throw up a fist
And disappearing’ like im gone with the wind
Shit grinnin’ with a duece 
Heard the whistle, not the sing of a kettle
I’ll suicide em if he think he a rebel
Ugh, Shoggoth, surveilling the kennel
The visible strings, a bigger Geppetto 
I ripped through the curtains and peeked through the fog
Phew, get back, they feeding the mob
We sealing the leaks, they peepin’ the drop
Clickety clack, it’s the squeak of the

[Jazz Vicaris]
Women lie
Niggas lie
Imma lie
For my guys
Hand on bible, disgrace
To the motherfuckin’ gods
Women lie
Niggas lie
Imma lie
For my guys
Hand on bible, disgrace
Momma Im sorry Im lyin to god
Watch how you talk
Watch how you step
I see through the flash
You dripping’ in sweat
You a bitch and you mad
Get yo respect
You wearin’ a mask
Better come in correct
Bitch ass nigga

[Droogie]
Imagine me pourin’ the truth
Run ‘round in a torus loop
Hollowed shell for the market
Quickpay, Applepay, skin with a barcode
Give it to the choppin’ block
Chop it off
Block hot, stop the car, off
Make it all new for arrangements
Then just hit it with the boom and the bang shit, bam
Fuckin’ kill a single man
Cutthroat till I cry to Davey’s end 
Pencil on a page, erase ya head
ARs wanna pump you fulla’ lead, shots
Fuck you all the way to Watts
East coast when I snap the shackles off
Sell yo dreams, say it kids
One two three, fuck that shit

[Jazz Vicaris]
Women lie
Niggas lie
Imma lie
For my guys
Hand on bible, disgrace
To the motherfuckin’ gods
Women lie
Niggas lie
Imma lie
For my guys
Hand on bible, disgrace
Momma Im sorry Im lyin to god
Watch how you talk
Watch how you step
I see through the flash
You dripping’ in sweat
You a bitch and you mad
Get yo respect
You wearin’ a mask
Better come in correct
Bitch ass nigga

Scam Likely

Track 3 of 3 on "Fugazi!
Written by ABBATIA & Akin Inaj
Produced by james taketeru & Syd Solanke
Mixed by Kaje
Mastered by Kaje

LYRICS:
[Jazz Vicaris]
I'mma asshole, dickhead
Watch your tone, better fix that
With the chitchat
Like nah bitch
I'm really all hands get your wig snatched
Better back up
She got a man so she fuck me good when he act up
Can't pass up
A chance to break bad bitch down
Make her-
Say he want smoke we air him out
You is a joke you live for clout
I'm not the one for the yapping if she coming over she know it's dick in mouth
You wanna plot so why would I slide
You worth a block if you can't provide
I just woke up with the key to my ride
I just woke up bad bitch on my side
Life is good

[Droogie]
Good
I was 19
What
Prayin this perception is a pipe dream, yeah
Degradation and I'm sightseeing
Buggin' out the eyes prayin til I'm wiped clean
Now I'm an apparition all in yo crib
Screamin' out as I peel yo lid
Peel it back, as I knock three times
Crack ya skull and I steal yo mind
Slip it into my cavity with a fatal move that you can't perceive
Vital signs are all up and down but I'm still alive and that's all that counts

[Akin Inaj]
We all walking
We all crawling
I can't see em
Hear the clicks on top my wrist
I'm tryna beat em
Move our peace to carpe diem
Chase defeat to hide the creeping
Thought that I can never be him
Life is great
Moved from home and faced the demons
They was sneaking
Lurkin now I see em
Apparitions floating
Now I let the fiends in
Capped a couple ghosts and my neck has turned to freezing
Grabbed the hands that stop my breath
and learned that I'd committed treason

[Syd Solanke]
We a far cry from enough
Arms wide and we opening up
You Proud Boys gettin humbled
Empty ya gut, and cover the wall with your lunch
You, You cunt
Washing a brain, corrupting a punk
Watching em change, and following us
We fillin yo mind with the muck
You cowered enough, now who the one aiming the gun
Crossing an opp and dotting a tee
They outta be nothing but XP
We swingin the watch
You part of the team
Atake, we going collecting
Been distortin the niche
Make em pray on they knees for ABBATIA
Doing what on an altar, cleaning a pagan
Why you runnin away lil nigga you saving

Bella Vita (feat. Akin Inaj)

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Written by Brandon Raymond Campbell, Dylan Ademola Bornsztejn and Tyler Loughery
Performed by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke
Mixed by Syd Solanke and Patrick Sazon
Mastered by Andy Morin and Ryan Dahle

[Jazz Vicaris]
Flinching when ya' hug me, my father set in stone 
Still stuck at home  
I been hiding in the shadows 
Misinterpretation left me shallow 
Guilt when I speak, haven’t called in 
Guilt when I speak, haven’t called in weeks
Rotting by the teeth, ashes on the seat   
Sober when I weap 
Ain’t no

[Syd Solanke]
Ain't no winning here it's apparent
I couldn't care less
Hmm, hard to relate
Maneuver secluded, it's all in his face
I'm hoping we break
So opulence heal what I couldn't wit' faith
(I'd do it again, Hmm)

[Droogie]
I know that its Dad
I know that it's doubt
Right on the tip, on the edge of my mouth 
That’s why I’m here
Under the thumb of a one who impose
Stifling root of my prose 
Fuckin derivative, fuck it the same
I am not earning this name
Stripped to a chair, heels cut 
Feelin the smell of the rut 
I got no memory, days of the past 
I got no melody, reachin for the
I got no message so fuck its massive

[Syd Solanke]
Wifi keep me bad
Let it happen
Go possum when it ring, I don't leave the pad (Leave it)
Got my reasons, huh yeah
I don't speak em'
What's a homie, no-one know me
Watch my back, I'm indulging
Why she sleeping wit' a wretch
It's the best of me, the green, keep her next to me
My dreams meaning less to me

[Droogie]
Bad trip, livid like I’m living on the cusp
Of the same sick, fearin’ for the day (oh god)
I’m in the same ditch
Belladonna showed me up the rope, I was nameless
Turn the fuckin’ spotlight out 
And you the same one that blocked me out
I needed you, in the times where my life turned monotonous, rough
My father dies, where am I? I’m just chasin the dust
So who am I

[Syd Solanke]
Roaming round this telly wit' a heater
If these walls been talkin' shit I prolly please em'
Hoping I can find a way to re-up
Yeah
Man this flesh been rottin' since I caught the fever
Roaming round this telly wit' a heater
If the walls can keep a secret let em' see it
Hoping I can find a way to re-up
Yeah
This the best I've gotten since I caught the

Red Room

Crash!
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Written by Tyler Loughery, Brandon Raymond Campbell, Dylan Ademola Bornsztejn and Keith Keyshawn Freeman
Performed by ABBATIA and Keyshawn.
Produced by james takateru and Syd Solanke
Mixed by Patrick Sazon and Syd Solanke
Mastered by Andy Morin and Ryan Dahle

[Droogie]
Kickin’ out the cottage, out the fireplace, widdit
Bundled up
It’s a pain, hacking off a brain, it’s a limb-a-gain
Layin ground, but I’m snowed around 
Mother nature she control the mound 
Shake it up
So i know you ‘round
Fuckin’ wit corporate, we might crack 
It’s a round table, I might snap
Black envelope in my future files
Get a lil crumb, for thousand miles
Snatch it 
Snatchers
Left and right and
Up down
Light my candles up to the burn them bridges down
Fuck it, fuck it

[Jazz Vicaris]
I need the money for’ I hit the morgue 
Shucking, wrapping up boxes of corn 
Ecstatic, Ecstatic, I’m meant to record 
If not, I don’t know what’s in store 
                    
(Alright, what does it)
(At night, can’t function)
(The heights)
(My life)
(I feel - it coming)

Losing my soul, weighing heavy inside 
They tell you they love you, they already lied 
Days getting darker, ya' easy to reach 
Niggas do walk ups, broad day sweeps 
Pop in the scene gotta get the fuck out
City of crabs, you know what they bout' 
Brotherly love, ain’t seen none around 
Where was ya' call, are you feeling me

[ABBATIA]
Crash it
Crash it
Crash it
Crash
Leave it on the dash
Bleeding for the last breath
(Keep it cool, girl you not at home)

[Droogie & Syd Solanke]
I don't feel the flames
Seeping through the pavement
Rotten to the pink, crease is full of breakage
Fit this sigil with a lymph filled slit
Vomit in the sink, get yo' fucking face twisted
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Keyshawn]
Gang finna' go and you know it
Gimme' a punt I wont blow it
I got a masterpiece arm imma show it

[Syd Solanke]
A stick in the mud, and stuck in the moment
Written in red

[Keyshawn]
Rhyming wit' poets

[Syd Solanke]
Sparking alone, hocking and vomiting green
That's my kinda morning
(Let it eat)

[Keyshawn]
Know dat the prophet is flowin'
If I was sent for a reshot then im goin'
Just went Giannis I'm buckin opponents
Lord watching my back out for any atonement
I don't got dreams to sell
I'm a soul out of hell
But I promise I'm heavenly potent

[Syd Solanke]
Blowin' a motor, racking the roadkill
I ain't even crash it, huh huh
Where my rabbit, Ha Ha
I'm Reloaded, Ha ha
Blackened a pill, my throat full of ash
Watch I'll blow my locusts

[Jazz Vicaris]
Niggas gon' hurt, when I peel they scab
My time blipped and I got jet lag 
Life done picked up, fuck my dreams  
Fuck up work, don’t talk to me 
Watch me 
Call in, call out 
Contemplate, what’s that about
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
I know this niggas watching me 

[ABBATIA]
We gon die for this shit and
Crash it 
Crash it 
Crash it 
Crash
And sign em out

[Jazz Vicaris]
Leave it on the dash (What)
Push me to the max

Crash! (ft. Jimmy Kane)

Kill Your Masters
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Written by Brandon Raymond Campbell, Dylan Ademola Bornsztejn, Akin Gaddis and Tyler Loughery
Performed by ABBATIA, Akin Gaddis and Rajule
Produced by james takateru, Syd Solanke and Akin Inaj
Mixed by Patrick Sazon, Syd Solanke and Kaje
Mastered by Andy Morin and Ryan Dahle

[Jazz Vicaris]
When I needed help, I saw niggas that fled 
Had a gun to my head playing Russian Roulette 
Niggas gon' live just to die as a follower
All of you swallowers sick in the head 
I got my demons round, they gonna see you out 
You a believer or you gon' be dead 
Any buhls come around, Fuck is you talking about
Rappers my sons 
I’mma put em to bed 
He sleep
Go head clock in, stay on ya feet 
I know you watching, it’s harder to see 
If I listened to kinfolk, I woulda been Winslow 
Now look at dem folk’, living through me  
You a lil pip squeak, ain’t really snapping
Eating off ya deadbeat parents you a maggot
Is you gonna dick eat or make it happen ?
Gotta live that life that dem boys can’t imagine 

[Syd Solanke]
Shea shea shyea
I used to wanna be great, I changed
I'm here to disgrace
Gotta lick of the hatred, I'm loving the taste
I piss out the whip, give a shit on the dash
Y'all gave me the boot, I'm showing' my ass
Shit went to medula, I'm hopin' it last
Y'all tickled me pink
I'm aching for lashes, Massa
Move my weight
Passion, MIA
Pretty bitch, keep me sane
Watch me lose my way
Restrain me
I'm too much she Ba Sing Se
She speak to much, don't say my name
They'll all lose faith
All pray, all pray (Boom boom boom)
I reap it all and stay the same

[Akin Inaj]
Boom Boom Boom
Niggas done slipped, too soon
I lost my grip, now I'm a mess 
I've been confusing my legs for my head
I've been misusing the love that I get
Feeling my heart so I spray it wit' red
Dealing with parts that are poisoned with lead
Dealing wit' parts of a whole Imma fold so I
Rollout
How
How I got too much heat to dole out
How I'm feasting on fiends without doubt
How I gleam when I shout
Bow Bow
Nigga go, don't slow down now
Chain make me lean no sound now
Metal to the ground I bow down
Nigga, I bow now

[Droogie]
Fuck do you want from me
I am not him and I’m not her
Feeding from the bottom of a wallet, no sir, not me
Bleeding on a paper cross
And paid off, with ya pride to evade the cost of no sleep
I don’t go to bed like a kid
I’m a bottom-feeder, no bib
That’s me right
That’s me right
On the blind side, baby, can’t see light
Fuck it lets go
You don’t see me carryin’ the load
Feelin’ like the Long One, never given dough, for the beats
Pleadin’ for the heat, I’m a creep, had to kill a couple dreams, go sleep
Turn into the beast, feast, cuttin’ through the seams
Don’t cease
I’ve been up late to the dusk, oh me
Oh my
Oh god, it’s squeezin;
Opened up season
Fuckin’ wit the boom boom
Baby, so lick me and bounce 
To a timeline where you not fiendin’ to pounce on my lifeline
Pussy, this ain’t lifetime
Pretty boy pussies go a buy yo bitch a night light, ah ah
You ain’t hidin’ shit you can fool yo ilk
But I ain’t a Yes Man, do I look built 
Bend to the will of a trust-fund bastard
By me, I will kill yo masters
Take a little boat ride to ABBATIA
Let the waves overtake, it’s amazing
Eyes-wide and you still fugazi

[Akin Inaj]
(Boom Boom Boom)
Boom Boom Boom
Niggas done slipped, too soon
I lost my grip, now I'm a mess 
I've been confusing my legs for my head
I've been misusing the love that I get
Feeling my heart so I spray it wit' red
Dealing with parts that are poisoned with lead
Dealing wit' parts of a whole Imma fold so I
Rollout
How
How I got too much heat to dole out
How I'm feasting on fiends without doubt
How I gleam when I shout
Bow Bow
Nigga go, don't slow down now
Chain make me lean no sound now
Metal to the ground I bow down
Nigga, I bow now

Kill Your Masters (ft. Akin Inaj)

World Wide Web
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Written by Tyler Loughery, Brandon Raymond Campbell and Dylan Ademola Bornsztejn
Performed by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke and james takateru
Mixed by Patrick Sazon and Syd Solanke
Mastered by Andy Morin and Ryan Dahle

[Droogie]
I know you want it, I know you want it
I know you need
I know you need it, you heed it up in my skinny sleeves, yeah
I’m that shadow in the staircase, cheesin’
Peakin’ off of endorphins, you’ve been seeking
Take a peak (Peak peak)

[Jazz Vicaris]
Dodging a punk 
No running it back, I’m dodging a pack
I can’t be a runt 
Huh... I’ll be up front 
I done cut the line 
Spinning spirals in my head I feel like rock tonight 
What’s ya Kryptonite bitch 
I been mortified, it’s no way I’m living like this
I get super high to cope, I’m with the fucking pilot 

[Syd Solanke]
Huh Huh
They gon catch ya, huh
Backtrack on that history
Shh, like they listening
Itch it, Don't fight
Let the parasite
Writhe writhe writhe writhe writhe
Leave you paralyzed
Lonely and pissed off
Sick in the cabin
Sweaty fist, watching niggas goon through the camera
Fucked up, sloppy
Force-feeding habits
Net got you caught up in the web with arachnids

[Droogie]
Ratchet strapped to the madness
Quiverin’ clicks to bloody havoc 
You could always want it, you could get it, if you need it, so just 

[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds

[Syd Solanke]
Yeah
We online
Bleed online
We
Won't call
That time
We online
Feed on that blight
Bite bite

World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web

[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds

[Syd Solanke]
Yayayaya
Someones watching ya
I got huh but I need mo'
Bite bite
Watch em' getcha back
Possum, let em' pass
Wifi in this pit
Schizo, let me snap
Fo-Five on the sink
Who gon' let it splash
That imposter in the crib, looking through the glass 
(Who, who)
Who the enemy, ha
Who gon' send for me, hush hush hush
Watching how I sin, like the centipedes
Yeah, 5G got me sick, they not tappin' me (Not tapping)
They seen me plotting when I click, I got fantasies

[Jazz Vicaris]
That boy counterfeit (Eugh)
Got that bootleg shit but ain’t no selling it
Got ya boo thang, artificial embellishments 
Back in my element, back in the groove 
Popping shit, cause you not that dude 
Track yo act, they watching you 
Stab my back, hoe what’s the truth

[Syd Solanke]
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web

[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds

World Wide Web

System Failure
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Written by Devon VonderSchmalz, Tyler Loughery, Brandon Raymond Campbell and Dylan Ademola Bornsztejn
Performed by Dev Lemons and ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke, james takateru and Akin Inaj
Mixed by Patrick Sazon and Syd Solanke
Mastered by Andy Morin and Ryan Dahle

[Dev Lemons]
Lying down all day defying time and space in my mind
Disassociate from nature
Who are you who am I
How bizarre
Can barely tell the whole world apart
Antonym for genuine is all that we really are

[Droogie]
I shivered up, just a bit, popped outta my skin 
You droppin’ hats and I’m present to piss
But don’t trip, it’s a way of life, that I function 
Plauging all functions
Birthday, shows, into the dungeon 
Torture chamber, my eyes
Turnin’ in the old world, only no dice 
Runnin’ down heights, cauterize, all blight
No life
Cut me open on ice, let’s peep it 
Walkin right and I’m walkin left
I’m runnin up to straight down

[Jazz Vicaris]
Culprit yeah
Everywhere roam my antenna in the air
Loop hole on a fuck nigga leave a nigga scared
How did I get here
Why decipher what appears
I walk inside appealing to delusions I see clear
Doctor can you save me, Something linger in my ears 
It took control of me, don’t know what’s me, I’m never here

[Syd Solanke]
Tip off the edge of the building 
No clipping I can't feel it
Alive again, I'm tired of it like
It's that pyre pit that pyre pit like

[Dev Lemons]
Lying down all day defying time and space in my mind
Disassociate from nature
Who are you who am I
How bizarre
Can barely tell the whole world apart
Antonym for genuine is all that we really are

[Syd Solanke & Jazz Vicaris]
Give it, gimmi
I'm losing my grip
Niggas mixing elixer
Appalling, you need mo' vigor nigga
Yeah

[Droogie]
Stifling root of my prose, in the deep
Shootin’ my pose, and it’s easy to see
I wanna break free
I wanna break free, it’s a-
On me

[Syd Solanke]
Don't hold me back
Feel trapped
Detaching I slipped off the map
Don't let me crash
Error
Back for a little, which life for real
Liven the kid, rosin to sit still
Ascetic to the neck, Imma crack my cilice ceiling
Piss off the edge of the building
Peel it
Fist full of red, look who fighting the feeling

[Dev Lemons]
Lying down all day defying time and space in my mind
Disassociate from nature
Who are you who am I
How bizarre
Can barely tell the whole world apart
Antonym for genuine is all that we really are

System Failure (ft. Dev Lemons)

Dreadnaught
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Written by Dylan Ademola Bornsztejn, Brandon Raymond Campbell and Tyler Loughery
Performed by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke, james takateru and Brandon Layfield
Mixed by Patrick Sazon and Syd Solanke
Mastered by Andy Morin and Ryan Dahle

[Syd Solanke]
Ha Ha
Yeah yeah
Gimme the hilt
Peons peons peons peons
What god don't know won't hurt em'
Fuck em, yeah
Leave me alone or be in the way
I got a bone to pick, a rib
I don't need a bitch I need me a cage
Who's that
Different look in my eye
Been hold back
I sin in silence
I taught myself how to hide
I'll be myself when it's time
It's time

[Jazz Vicaris]
Who’s that
Different guy in my mind
I just act, my whole life is a lie
Bring it back, I regret all the time 
I be talking like I’m outta my mind 
What would you do
What would you do
When you get the bread, split that with ya crew 
When I get the lead, I’m taking a snooze 
Don’t think too ahead, you get hung with ya noose  
It’s getting harder and harder to love 
Breaking the hearts of the women, I trust
Picking up pieces I already crushed 
Yeah
This voice play like Simon says 
Make that choice and lose instead 
Best friends with my fucked up head 
I lose everything for bread

[Droogie]
Frac-tal
Frackin open my skull, doors of perception 
My snake is self-possessing 
Hands out and I can’t feel shit (shit)
You not, me 
What's the name of that flesh, we
Not the best, it’s just sex dreams
Fuck, please, please, please
Shock to the system, just what the doctor ordered
Crack in my ouroboros and I’m shocked
Shocked up by a new horizon, Enslaved by a new designer
I’m the a real designer, babe-ey
Sculpt the earth and my prey 
Sculpt the earth that I walk 
Scoldin all to piss off
Lick the wind as I walk and you know imma

Back street gore
Trash meat vore
Plastic, drum full-of-acid
Gash meat tourist

[Syd Solanke]
I gotta get out
Stat
Something intruding on me I'm sure
This can't be me like
They're in the house
I muzzled that beast and locked that door
I been here before, why don't it click
Giving in quick, who am I blaming
I'm at the wheel like where my daimon
Hop in that pit for the itch
Brainless

Gimme the hilt
Gimme the hilt, yeah
Gimme the hilt
Gimme the ha-ha yeah
Gimme the hilt

[ABBATIA]
Who gon' catch ya, god
Who gon' catch ya, find out
Who gon' catch ya
Fired up
Fired up
Yeah

Dreadnaught

The fuck you talkin' about asshole
Everything's fucking fine

Yeah what the fuck

RISE AND SHINE SCUMBAG

From the grave to the end of the epoch
New malaise its amazing I keep walking
Face to the dirt
Brace for a full stop
Homicide laying waste to the Most High
Lost faith in the eye of a pink sock
Wink wink wink as i slide off the the brink
Soul breaking
Snaked on the die, catch a coatride chasing
Everyone in line for fire

Since the day I was born
Dance around the beam
Tapped tapped tapped
BACK ON
BACK ON
BLACK
Living in-between
RATS ON RATS ON RATS

Since the day I was born
Dancing in the Deep
Tap tap tap out
BACK ON
BACK ON
BLACK
Living in-between
RATS ON RATS ALL TRAPPED
Better act right, step up

Birthed by the sack
Desire crawlin' back
In the shit like a tunnel rat shootin' from the back
Face off with the lights
Hidden walls, under my back
Relax and I'm on a-ttack
From the deep black
Here's to the moon where you sleep at
Piercing the womb that receive cracks
Fear for the Loom
And then fear for the night
Everything's alright
Fight!

Qwyzod

FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE
Ice cold sinner from the womb been a bastard
I ain't even trippin I'm a fool when we blast em
La La La
In the spool of a abandon
FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE

WHEN THE BLACK CRAWL BACK
Gimmi' the rat
Gimmi' the rat
Gimmi' the rat
DEAD MEAT
Gimmi' the rat
Gimmi' the rat
HELLFIRE TO THE WAYSIDE
Gimmi' the rat
Gimmi' the rat
DONT PRAY FOR THE WEAK

Woah
Woah

Since the day I was born
Dance around the beam
Tapped tapped tapped
BACK ON
BACK ON
BLACK
Living in-between
RATS ON RATS ON RATS

Since the day I was born
Dancing in the Deep
Tap tap tap out
BACK ON
BACK ON
BLACK
Living in-between
RATS ON RATS ALL TRAPPED
Better act right, step up

Scourge of the Deep and slave to the Dead Moon
Qwyzod, the Loom Rider


Written by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke
Mixed and Mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

Qwyzod

AMs [ft. naija star]
Written by ABBATIA
Produced by Akin Inaj & Syd Solanke
Mixed and Mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

Please don't wake me up
Crash, please don't wake me up
Dreams gon' fake me up
Crash, sleep gon' take my love
Shuteye, shuteye, shuteye

Stasis
Death in the air
Fade into time
Yeah its nascent
Take it in stride
Everything's fine
Black faces
Shaking the blinds
Who look alive
Don't waste it
Sated, Faded, and waiting
Weed out, weed out, the weak
Lately its been fucking me up
Lately its been waking me up
Please don't wake me up

Don't wake me
Lace me, the easiest way out
I stay LARP'ed
Stay inside
I don't hang out
I lay down, sleep my life away till I bang out
Wallow in your steps
Only lesson I wrote down

Smacking at the dawn
Black sky filling in the haze
Capillaries burst at a gaze
Know the solitude gone when the time come
Then I'm covering the clock when the lights off
Rolling in the bed
It's the reason we can't die
And it's been the pleasing myself time
Maybe that's the real reason
The real reason I can't cry
Walking in the dusk of a pale sky
So please don't....please don't

Smile gleaming
Please don't wake me up
Daydreaming
Dreams gon' fake me up
You the only thing
I been seeing
Girl you know... You know I need it
Ya know I need it
Ya know I need ya
Yeah

Lately its been waking me up
Lately its been fucking me up

Please don't wake me up
Dreams gon' fake me up
Crash, sleep gon' take my love
Shuteye, shuteye, shuteye



written and performed by ABBATIA
produced by Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

It's otay, it's otay, it's otay, otay?
Hop inside, enjoy the ride
He ain't even lost his mind?
Fuck em
When the sun don't rise
Bitch don't come outside
Black
Smother the horizon
Fold your hand
It's otay, it's otay, it's otay

Fold it
The pack getting harder to find
The pack got him picking apart
You'll lose in the dark
A corpse, I been diggin' in blind surprised
I made it this far
Missing parts
Off the chain
Falsified, a poor exchange
Allurin' substance
Smokin' strange
Constant state of blame

Out yo mind, hoe
Laugh, it's all black
Lemme spiral
Bleed it, till you hollow
Let, okay, bet
Let em die, hoe
Black, it's all black, okay, black
Fine
Come and test your mettle, say
Don't ride my demon
Anhedonic crash out
Brand new deep
Come and get yo
Black, black, black, black

Repop
Depop
We hot dead
Ha
Bleak, huh?

Piggy stash when I leave the house
Shit, I might go max it out
That little ass taste ain't hurt nobody
Free block, you worthless prolly
Bleed won't stop, imma die, fuck it
Word, promptly

Been too much time in the pit
Don't cut the rope
This bitch can't carry the load
Pop
Doe-legged, sin wet the soul
I just can't make my bones
Keep out
Leave me be
Rat pack
Need the cheese
Detach
Leave the meat
Repack
Need to breathe

Click a belt off, on a breakdown
Thumbs goin' down, crack in the safehouse
Livid off land
Hike of the damned
On the lam, finding peace in the breakdown
Crack it, don't jack it off
Six six, five on a demon core
Flip side-up, the peace through pikes on shores
'Verted to the hermit's clause
Crack it, go rack the bolt
Shot to the void, no cause
Rats in ya pipes
Scratchin' ya lace
Flush, or we chewin' them balls
Crackin'
Go rack the bolt
And on the back-end, don't jack it off
And for the blackhat, don't crack the code
You livin' backhand, searchin' for the mass control
For show

Hop inside, enjoy the ride
He ain't even lost his mind
Fuck em
When the sun don't rise
Bitch don't come outside
Black
Smother the horizon
We won't know the ride back
Guess we goin' blind
Hope you see the signs
Black, it's all black, it's on me (it's on me)
Crash, it's all tax, man, this shit OD
Blast it, we trashed it, on G (it's on G, it's on G, it's on G)
Black, it's all black, it's all
Black, black, black, black

Pop
Hot dead
Pop out early
Maybe that's my trick, bitch
Tell me, was it worth it?
What you mean?

Let em eat
Crack that seam, and a rat go free
Off the chain, only place I seen
Fuck you mean, imma digest heem
So hop in

Hop inside, enjoy the ride
He ain't even lost his mind
Fuck em
Hope the sun don't rise
Bitch don't come outside
Black, hol' up
(Till we hollow)
Yeah
It's otay, it's otay, it's otay
(Let em die, hoe)
Pop

The Loom Rider

written and performed by ABBATIA
produced by adderallpm & Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

One 0 to a hunnid
Body failing, things change
Whole life full of wantin'
I ain't... make space
Leaving here with nothin'
Mmm, silly me
Yeah, silly, ha, yeah
Five 0 to a hunnid (Five 0 Two)
Body failing, things change
Whole life full of -
I ain't stayin' witcha, baby
I'm sick of wantin'
Ooo
Silly me, yeah

Piss poor
Mind been playing tricks
I'm reminiscing when I walk (Drop, drop)
Can't afford to halt
Diggin' in that vault

For the trust of time
Ka splittin' from existence
And what's inside
How the minutes go from Christmases past
Disregard it, walkin', talkin' old ash
No surprises when the ends come attached
The threads are hushin' when there's
Nothing more to say
Heavy dose
Always running late, don't know how you wait
You my only hope
Dancing in the rain, dancing for these racks...

Two 0 to a hunnid
Hide away, save face
Hold the pain close by, through the rain
These days, man, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
Silly me, yeah
Silly, ha, yeah
Five 0 to a hunnid (Five 0 to)
Body failing, things change
Whole life full of nothing
I ain't stayin' witcha, baby, I'm sick of wantin'
Ooo, silly me, yeah (For real, for real, for real)

Five 0
Five 0 to a hunnid
Five 0 to a hunnid
Five 0 to a hunnid
Traitors
The ceilings leave faces
Don't sate em
(Five 0 to a hunnid)
Something's in the cupboard...
Stolen by the next day
(Man, I pray to Lord my soul to keep)
Silly me, man, I pray that things change
It's the same dark
Somethin' say, "Keep pace"
Follow to a hunnid

Take the backstreet, cover my back into the marshes
With a black-lesh, duffle intact but with hamartia
Remember last week, prodigal son, I'm swingin' arms
But you cradled me back to the farm, and at a cost
Got my clock tickin' lapse, digital symbols in red
A brittle laugh, up and down from the bed, turnin'
Five 0 to a hunnid

Fuck it
Every day I'm paying for the toll
Tryna fight the feeling, it feel better on the road
Left you home
Saddle on my back, I had to
Saddle on my back, I had to pack it up and go

The Ends

written and performed by ABBATIA
add. vocals by CO Spit
produced by Lucas Grant & Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

(Ha, they got me stuck...)

Sunkin' to lights out (sh)
Takin' a pity on the man with his sunken eyes lookin' on me
I'm the specter you been waitin' on, buried, sunk deep in the weeds
I emerge on you
You couldn't thirst, in the dreams, in the briars
Themes under torturer's guise
As I dance around the corner of that
Coroner's eyes

If I press rewind
Bad for my health, been like fifty times
Nah
Lasso on the belt, 'case ya get to bribin' (Yes Lawd)
Overdraft fee, but imma get to signin'
I was duckin' huddles
Hmm, what the fuck ya mean
Had to galvanize the troops to try and blow the whole regime
Keep a jiffy in my jeans
Watch
Niggas in the trees
Hunted, we gon' live or die
Hope ya dodge the beam

Inside
The lock's picked and the floor creak when the clock tick
Inside
What feed in the floorboards when night shift?
A deep black face in the wrong corner
You might miss em
I like this
I might just
Sink deep, let ya id speak and recite
Don't blink
Slick fiend wit' the red tights entice me
Flick
Get em high wit' a flight risk
I like this

(Head count, head count)
How I'm supposed to lean back?
(Head count, head count)
It's impossible, I need cash
(Head count, head count)
Golem for the meat tax
Fleshbound, holy war
Spiral and repeat that
(Head count, head count)
Sinmax to the deep black
(Head count, head count)
Better off dead, rather feed rats
(Head count, head count)
Believe me, the middle of the road gone
Marching over bones, yeah
Watchin' how they goad God

(What the fuck?)
Like yes Lawd
(Yes Lawd)
Yes Lawd
(Yes Lawd)

Fucked up
Beggin' on my knees to that hydra
Sink into the bed
You got a need, he got a lighter
11th house
Mirroring pages
Home invasion
Lick ya' sickle, now sit em down
Beg em to pay ya

I'm a big lad
Been past vigor and shame
Been a piss rat
Many times
I feel elated
Tryna break bread feel impossible when ya will dead
Belly of the beast, pissin' time in the circus
Playin' wit' a freak
Hysteria, white noise, decoy, I'm just tryna make it through the week
Goddahm

(Head count, ugh, ugh)
Yes Lawd
(Yes Lawd)
Yes Lawd
(Yes Lawd)

Sellin' hellfire
For that serpent in the rye
He gettin' nervous, seen somethin' in the sky
Start to worship me
Cattle prod, laughin' at the size
No big bad Babylon, capturing my high
Bitch
Feet up on the fire
Hidin' from the cold
Trick or treatin' up ya drive
It's 11:45
(Goddahm)

Really feelin' it all
The rape, the maul
The backtrack and poppin' it back
Invasive call
The crashes
Soakin' in bile, sluggin' the way out when it happens
I'm peelin' ya facial out dirty mattress
Rippin' you down, you all alone in these streets, cousin
There's shadow binders in the crib, nothing
Really happens when you shout (help)
Takes an arm and leg
It gets you preppin' for the pestilence reign, it's like

New home, wavin' a blade
With new hatred
24/7 fire
Lookin' for hell
I think I made it

Basilisk Black & The Blind Rat Bastards

written and performed by ABBATIA
produced by Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

Why
Why, why, why
Why I live here
Goin' nowhere
Why should I care? (Should I care?)
(Who knows, who knows, who knows?)
Maybe I'm losin' it fast
Void grasp me, sinkin' again
Accuser know where to stab, I'm givin' em' ammo
Lettin' em' in
(Why?)
Time gonna slip by
Under the wheel
Fear tied
Flatlines, caught blind
It won't be the last time
Easy, yeah
Nowhere to turn
Walls will close in
Baby, I sleep through the worst
GHB and a baggie of E
How could it hurt?
Yeah

Who gon' see my best side
The worst I've been at
Everywhere I go, I fear the hitman
I'm a deadman
Either way
Money countin' conversations
Changed to seize the day
I feel like hell, yeah
Yeah, I need it
One rotten day made a nigga stop believin'
As if I should give a fuck
Dodgin' luck
What you gon' do when the hangman beat you to the punch?
Can't react
Let it haunt my past
My goddess laughs
Can't call her back

Backend, broken by the touch
Stipend when I grip onto lust
Earth angel
Comin' for dust
And we live
(Wait, wait, wait)
Walkin' the bog, flickerin' trek
When I plateau, you don't see where I'm at
First light, with a gun at my back
(Wait, wait, wait)
Cryin' out, wrist shakin'
Monoanimone path
Bootstrap, better get your mileage
Yeah

Either way, I don't belong here
Buried by it, I won't be long, baby, beyond
Either way, you made it this far, take it
I only care to stay to be yours, baby
Wait, wait, wait

Take it day by day (Day by day)
Don't you fade away (Don't fade away)
Hold that weight, and getcha time in (Yeah, we live)
Get ya time, move that weight
Wait, wait, wait
It's o-

Phantasma

written and performed by ABBATIA & naija star
produced by Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

Stay mad and
Don't you panic
Go praise Mammon
Till you vanish
Bitch

Outside when huh?
These niggas never see me
Bitch, I been drowning
Wouldn't wanna be me
Where you gonna lead me?
(I thought, I...)
Blind behind the wheel
Pick a fate, seal it (Loom)
(Getcha lashes, whip Abraxas)
Okay
Reel em in
Come again

I rinse, repeat
Ya know a fiend gon' always come again
Fuck a hike
Gon' have to tie me up
To break me out that pen, nigga
(Walk the wind)
Sadomastic, in that mattress
Okay, walked in
Callous peon
Hell on me
I'm feelin' caustic
It's tragic, you can imagine
Who!
Hexed up
In the same soup
Seeing patterns
Wade on, it'll pay off
We wavin' amethyst
Yeah, all there is to do (all I got)
Cultivate the loot (yeah)
Why should I get swimmies and a raft
For that deluge?
I need my bag, lil' nigga
Count it by the two
Diamonds on me glitter
While we sink in that blue
(Like)
Pull up on his ass, fifth ring splash
Sodden in that bitch like we doin' laps
Marchin' in that bitch like ya bulletproof, thatta boy
Barkin' wit' a glick, whole clique gon'
Battledroid
Yeah
Madman, strugglin' with faith, yeah
Jimmy goin' postal, you can see it in his face
Never bustin' out the cube, you know how it ain't (Walk the wind)
You know how it ain't, bitch

Brand new lab
Same ol' rat
Boy
Hop up out that pen
Like I'm in a habit

Stay mad and
Don't you panic
Go praise Mammon
Till you vanish
Bitch
Yeah, hop up out that pen, getcha check
Play ya fetch, kid

Breathe it in
Don't stress, yeah
Hidden in my chest
Boy, I'm feeding on that vengeance (yeah)
Heatin' up (check)
Boy, that feel like indigestion?!
Got hatred on my boomerang
It's cleavin' through the heavens
End it
Bop bop, bark at the moon
Hypotrix'in, pixels in the dark
"Leviathan"
When the leash tug back from the gut
Gotta get out the grip of the daylight
Break out
Sniffin' halide
Go flame

Fuck a big cheese
Rotten paragon
Retchin' pig feed
Double M
Skippin' Babylon
You gon' miss me
Clockin' in, countin' down the years
You can add em here!
Broken in, feeding on ya fear
Get me outta here
And fast
First time I met the world I was in a loop
Pissed off, tithing
I been tryna get loose, my nigga
Break, break, break
Break out this coop
Superhero suit
We ain't got no masters, okay
Brand new machination, we delusional with you (walk the wind)
Bustin' out the cube, you know how we do

Brand new lab
Same ol' rat
Boy
Hop up out that pen
Like I'm in a habit

Stay mad and
Don't you panic
Go praise Mammon
Till you vanish
Bitch
Yeah, hop up out that pen, getcha check
Play ya fetch, kid
Get yo lashes, whip Abraxas
Okay

Movin' out, cuz I don't need the baggage
Losin' out on a lotta bad magic
(All black)
Tune it out, cuz
Tune em out (where we at?)
Tune it out, cuz
Tune em out
Hell yeah
Movin' out, cuz new sun comin' up
Tune em out, cuz, what the fuck you want from us?
Tune it out, cuz
Tune em out
Tune it out, cuz
What the fuck you want, nigga?

written and performed by ABBATIA
bass performed by Tone Whitfield
produced by Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

After all we've been through, what more can be said?

Waiting
One for the workhorse here to stay
One for the killjoy here to slay
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Praise to the hand that pulls my home
Raising the land that gnaws my bones
Praise to the greyman, rake my soul
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Wait-

Interstice

written and performed by ABBATIA
bass performance by Tone Whitfield
add. drums by Peter Sukeena
produced by Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

Goodbye grey skies, hello blue
Nothing can hold me when I hold you
Can't be right, can't be wrong

Loom...

Everything is fine, ha ha ha

Break
In the midst of all unbearable throws
I saw that vantablack
Tangle strings on the low
Within the valley of the beast
Saw the breach of the throat
Snuffin' yule from the skin
Somebody's son

Make it out alive, baby
Don't waste no time
Maybe everything is fine, baby
I feel the fire fadin'
Black rot dialatin'
Over the line
Left behind
Go in blind, baby
Don't waste no time
Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine
(We done walked it off)
We alright, we alright
(I feel the fire)
Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine
(We done walked it off)
We alive, we alive
Yeah

(Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine)
I'm breakin' off another
Piece for the feed
Another breach in the peace
Above ya love, spoke
Bottom private, all revoked (all black)
Commissary, suicide
What's the magic carpet ride in it?
(Let, okay bet, let em die, hoe)
You ain't feelin' it all
You ain't peelin' the swell
You ain't been molting ya skin
You diagnosing yourself
In livin' off of that base
I failed to love you regardless
Sellin' offers, my parts
In turn you into that monster
Witch
Get it

Yeah, bitch nigga
Authentic
Rinsin' it
Wash in it
Piss in it
Faith in it
Real penance
Processing...
Cybernetic
Ain't no prosthetics
Incantations got me freezin' in the summer cold
How he get the cheese?
One could only hope
Abandoned oaths
Trigger squeezed, I was on the road
Now what's the point of being free if I can't let her know
(Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine)
I can't let her go

Ha, yeah
Dizzied by the scope and the sting of minutia
High-tail spiral, I cling to the sick
Big grips
Sly devil, sing from the pit
Ah
Lemme lemme in, I can't breathe in this shit, ha
I settle for the low
Flippin' over homes
Two-steppin' wit' a ghost
Chokin' on the smoke
Gaggin' on my rot, gave a rat, then I broke
Made it out intact
Made it out alone
Lone
Lone

We alright, we alright
Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine
We alive, we alive
(Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine)
Ink dried, bullets hide in the walls
Roll call, up the hill with my dawgs
(We alright, we alright)
Tears dried, I been shakin' it off
(Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine)

Lighter fluid for the witch in my lacquered emboss
The talons stemmin' wrinkles in my grey matter report
Droppin' off, to the centerfold (Everything is fine, baby)
In the ends of my spawn (Everything is fine, baby)
I don't give a rat's shit what I'm on (Don't waste no time, maybe)
Two three four times

Ink dried, bullets hide in the walls
Roll call, up the hill with my dawgs
(I feel the fire)
Tears dried, I been shakin' it off
My dear died, no healin' it all
(I feel the fire)
Ink dried, bullets hide in the walls
Roll call, up the hill with my dawgs
Tears dried, I been shakin' it off
My dear died, no healin' it all

Till you hollow
Let, okay bet, let em die, hoe
Ooh
We alright

On the ground, stargazin' (You ain't seen it all, alright)
Slave to the gaze of the moon
On the ground, stargazin'
It's a ruse
Chasin' a ghost in the ends of the Loom

We Alive!

written and performed by ABBATIA
produced by Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

Got that -
Uhh uhh uhh
Got that feeling back
Got that feeling back
Got that -

Yuh yuh yuh
(Got that -)
I'm in the deep, seen me humbled, might just kill a man
(Got that -)
Harkin the beast
This my chance, I might go numb
(Load up)
Chthonic whispers lead my head
Ain't no E.L.F.
(Ain't no E.L.F.)
Why I can't help my defilement
Lost my Peter Pan
Knead in the dirt
Six feet deep
I felt them needs again
Mmm hmm...

Fuck
Breathe
Suffocating on bench
Pushin' daisies, don't stress me out
Open up flood, then I'm lockin' down
Fuck a name and fuck what you 'bout
Rip it out
(Rip it out)
Palpitations gon' dig my dirt
Salivation gon' spit my —
Salvation, gon' sing his verse

I just woke up this morning
Get to a bag, own it
Niggas wanna talk that shit, one time
But I got the swag, I'm on it
Loaded
Yeah yeah
Got that feeling back
Yeah
Hell yeah
Got that feeling back

How that boy walk must've warped his mind
Captain
(Crawl out of the mud)
On the block
Dig me up
Fuck an opp
Maggot
How to find peace when death be swinging blind
It's war outside
(Warlock)
Broken bonds, talk about luck
Lose my reason, crawl out the mud
Forgot

Who exhumed a nigga?
What?
Hop out, consumin' sinners
Run round, lose my figure, yeah
(Hoe, that's me)
Who said fire and brimstone lasts?
Skinbag live, wit' a six-tone laugh
Bloodless whispers sell me ciphers out a rat, bitch
Hoe, let's eat

Ughh ughh
Throw that...
Ughh
(All rise, fuck these niggas, man)
Got that feeling back (Throw that shit back, dead)
Got that feeling back (Men, yeah)
Got that -
Me and all my niggas at the bank
(Got that -)
Fire in the sky, nobody blink
(Got that feeling back)

When I break out, it's sick
When I break out, I slip, back
When I break down and see all black
Got that feeling back (Hell yeah)
Ha, wrist cracked wit' no dirt holdin' me
556 couldn't drill my cracks
Wit' a micro-war springin' leak
Yeah

Yeah, for my...
(It's under my skin, it's under my skin)
Fold that hand, boy, that heart attacks...
Bad

Ask my kin, what's been loomin' by the bridge
Makin' me sick
I'm on fire
Outside blitzed
Load up, bitch
And tell me 'bout it

I just woke up this morning
Get to a bag, own it
Niggas wanna talk that shit, one time
But I got swag, I'm on it
Loaded
Yeah yeah
Got that feeling back
Ha!
Hell yeah
Got that feeling back

I just woke up this morning
Get to a bag, own it
Niggas wanna talk that shit, one time
But I got swag, I'm on it
(Loaded)
Yeah yeah
Got that feeling back
(Before that heart attack)
Hell yeah
Get that feeling back

Fuck

Loom...

Exhume!

written and performed by ABBATIA
produced by Daniel Marmalejos Syd Solanke
mixed and mastered by Syd Solanke & Thomas Karas

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up (Haha)

Yeah
Omega man point down the hall
I'm drawing crayon
On the walls
I tote 'em poles, don't get it wrong
I haul a savior
In my drawls
Why fan the flames
Don't get involved
I'm taking aim
You pick the Gog
God made it rain
I sent the frogs
Who waving snakes
I knock his socks off nigga

Beg 'ya pardon my nigga

Where's 'ya honor?
Go figure!
Unless they waving that pinky ring
Don't get to carving my sigil
Bad apple
Break 'ya fall
Go get to starving my children
Man it's hard enough sinning
Guilty party get jiggy

Missle missle missle
Jiggy
Jiggy yeah
Miss em miss em miss em
Fire! Yeah
Pardon me, I'm blemmyae brained
Pardon me, It's all the same
Yeah
Missile I don't feel 'ya pain
I'm missing out on everything
So pardon me I'm blemmyae brained
Pardon me I'm blemmyae brained

Why God think he gets to know?
In that bitch like gimmi the codes!
Inside outside looking for soul
Standing on my tippie toes
Poppin' the beans
Climbin' the leaves
Stoppin' to see
Three sixes following me
Ready to die
Blink twice if a loaded die makes you as hollow as me!

Direct deposit
Broke the code
Bottom of the barrel
Pick and roll
Dotted lines across my screen
She a common cold
Catastrophe
By the time we eat she carry streif
Rotisserie chicken rack display
I been tanning by the bleach
Yeah!
Biohazard waste on her face
Cost a paper plate
Cut from chicken scratch
Brittle cloth
Clean up aisle 8
So why
Shawty wanna bleed my venom?
Shawty wanna bleed my
Snot in the glove
It's a communal sickness
Why shawty wanna bleed my venom?

Brain fog!
Smack into the grate, what is inside
Drain god!
Clappin' on a rat in the daylight
Effigys stay erected huh
Crackin' a habit
No one say what
Plasma bag says to raise my cup
Skittering up to the latest cut
Pushin' me down up into that core
Anchor balance
Stay floored
Hurdlin' over that that tri-fold door
Void perception
Stain more
Gimme the rat!
Yeah gimme the rat
Just to fuck that blemmyae whole
Scatterin' horde liberate yo' soul
Sick
Fuck!

Loom!

One foot in the grave
Blemmyae in me!
Keep yo'self away I'm feeling crazed
That blemmyae in me!
In my body resurrected now
Got that blemmyae in me!
I'm goin' to hell it ain't no way around it
Got that blemmyae in me!
Hell ain't lookin' bad the way real life is sounding
Scratching at my wrist
I hope it fall off
I sigh
Take a sip
And I kiss it all gone
Fireball
Blaze of glory
Fuck a long run
Sever hydra heads they grow back you not done
The gimmicks is old
Cutting holes in ya soft skull
Section my soul
Make sure everyone got some
Blemmyae all up in me lil nigga I'm on one!
Bitch!

Missle I don't feel 'ya pain
Missle missle
I'm missing out on everything
Missing out on every-
So pardon me
I'm blemmyae brained
Pardon me I'm blemmyae brained
So pardon me
I'm blemmyae brained
Pardon me I'm blemmyae brained
No I don't need to fear the day
I follow you into the flames
Baby
Pardon me
I'm blemmyae brained
Pardon me I'm blemmyae brained
Hell yeah
Pardon me
I'm blemmyae brained
Pardon me I'm blemmyae brained
Fuck you!

Got that feeling back!
Got that feeling back!
Got that-
Got that-
Got that feeling back!
Got that feeling back!
Got that-
Got that-
Sick
Fuck!

Blemmyae Brained [ft. AFK]

Droogie, Camp Jazz, and Sydny come through with the worst audio of the decade.

Produced by Demarcus Battle (Sydny)
Engineered by Paytonape and sullexstudio

Dessert

Salt

Wine

We Made This Over Pancake Breakfast

Evolve Today! Prod by Sydny

When I look at my reflection
I just wish I could impress you
Whats the point anymore
Havent you been here before
Hide in the dark
Ive never known the light

Im lost
I need me a map 
My mind is maze my brain is a glass 
I just want you to tap
But you judge from the outside
Reaper over me so its my time
When his time
Tip toeing past my punch lines 
Hide behind my sneak diss so you cant find
Me trip off a lost 
Hate myself for my flaws 
You know they picking us off 
You know you seeing my calls 
When I walk in the halls I dont exist
Crib to Crib its all my fault for the split 
Lyin for attention forgetting whats really real 
In the hills might relapse from my feels 
Im a grown boy wrong choice hate void 
All poise home boy scam boy 
City full of broke boys 
Same boy fighting boys since the Android 
Same boy chasing hoes since the Android 
My girl got my back
She been in them sword fights 
Thinking back
Couldve been a victim on them dark knights 
Going home the hurt times
Dreading when its church time 
Going through the worst
Ask me how I feel 
All you care about is verse 
Still feel the same put me in a hearse 
Put my life in the songs so I write all my wrongs
Too right all my wrongs so yall sing a long 
But yall don get it

I feel that stockholm shit
A happy hostage at home
I think my room gettin smaller the ropes
They hold me down to the bone
There to better me and hold me afloat
I might a drowned in a bucket a hope
But thats enough from the coach
Rookie quarterback the arms gotta throw
Ill touchdown when im askin for mo
The cookies leaving in droves
Momma told bout the booze and the smoke
Straight edge found a new way to cope
Hanging on by a thread
Music changing me to think for myself
How the fuck am i gon get outta bed
Im strugglin in my head
Finally driven for a future or a better
Feelin stuck at a light and its red glowing
the fear isnt showin, but im afraid that our shit isnt growing
An old head tryna fuck in a coma
Gettin pressed for diploma
Aint depressed but there isnt a motive
Degrees are easy if you need to be broker
Goes to show what i know
Fleetin feelings for a female are stoic
I need a boat if I float in that ocean
Washed up on the shore
No trustin beaches im avoiding the coast
Already shells got me stuck in the motions
Tried to fish but my cast shot
But dad never taught me the bass spots
I never even thought I could ask pops
So the step dad saw the vacancy had spots
Then he went and cheated all a sudden our chats stopped
Kinda scared i barely care about shit
Im scared im too dependent on this
And it fails ill be lost
Im better on off a cliff
Its feelin bad to the bone
Ya know that ill give a rib
Its gettin harder to love
Thats gettin easy to miss
Squash my heart like a bug
Fuckin roach on the bench
Sittin lonely as hell
But i dont give a shit
Thats what im telling myself
Dont wanna feel like a simp
Sorry for lying to ya

Learn a lesson thats a lesson that my pops told
Cryin on his fuckin shoulder when it got cold 
Couldnt jump ship 
And now I bump shit
Dodgin all the future plans that i fucked with 
But thats me huh 
The real me huh
Droogie womenizin feelin on some deep stuff 
I seek comfort where I cant receive
And i pray on dumb needs when they duckin me 
Cuz Im alone
Ill probably fuckin snuff it, babe
But I pray you have a nice memory to save
But true love feeling different from a paycheck 
I just never thought that anything would change yet yeah
My life is history
Fulfill my legacy 
Im hypocritically pretentious, how you feelin me
And shes a goddess right?
The story of my life
Im a fuckin womanizer whore myself tonight
Nobody helpin me
But im helpin yall 
Because my brain fucked up, so where the Tylenol 
Droogie never wanted life in pain but i guess I signed up when i played the game
In my mind 
Hide sight fell behind I couldnt make the best decisions for my life in time
Im late bloomin in these bitches like a sour patch
But itll all pay off cuz i got my back 
And that's facts

Evolve Today! (feat. Grace Torna)

"Gunk!" Produced by Sydny

Droogie:
Grandson who doesn’t visit his grandma 
Handcuffed to feelings of feelin half-done 
Half-baked, took an hour make 
But I’m slashing teen pussies like I drown in a lake 
Cuz I’m
Feelin’ like a jester now and I’m
Feedin’ off the pressure, wow, and you
Fiendin’ for the nic’ to fix all the fuckin’ broke minds that you dissin’, Hicks
I said
Droogie is the man, ya know? 
The kid studies all emotions just to panic, hoe
And that’s Droogie with the eyelash
A high stash of them steel-bat rhymes that just make you wanna hide cash
Cuz we robin'
I never saw ‘em
Hidden the shadows like a night owl, stalkin’
Beggin’ for a sparka’ the light in the deep and cold pits of my mind tonight 
I said


Sydny:
Riding round' city that cloaked boy
Im in the cut im that cloaked boy
Riding round' city that cloaked boy
Im in the cut im that cloaked boy
Riding round' city that cloaked boy
Im in the cut im that cloaked boy
Riding round' city that...fuck....fuck
Imma bump in the night 
Stay in the cut
I dont want no troub'
Tread light'
I gotta make up a mind
I don’t remember the night
My Mommy screaming coming home somebody blood on my body
Same shit
Day in
Days end
Fake niggas
Snake heads
Make a kiddy go mad
Had to pretend
Pushed around and gettin mud on ya' vans boy
Make a motherfucka put a gun in his jansport
Squad gone wiped clean all missin no hunch
Now they seem to see me clingin our nuts
High up off a pipe dream picking my drug
Need to kick it with the right fiends itchin cuz'


Jazz:
Yawl stick ride, it was born in ya limbs
Yawl twigs hide, turn my pennies to M’s 
Living my dream, in the cut on the scene 
I mean, I wanted Prima Donnas 
Not as bad as they seem 
Keep the top on like Tyler 
I’m insecure but inspired 
Used to call to Messiah
Now my career is on fire
With them same white T’s
And them same ol' hats 
For declining on me
Bitch don’t call back 
Yawl posers need a Polaroid, take a picture 
I’m the golden boy, you folding boy, I’m that nigga 
Fill the void , making noise, quiet in the room 
I just bypassed you, you ain’t stepping in these shoes
If you ain’t talking bout money, we ain’t talking at all 
Do not call me your honey, you ain’t shit but a broad 
Street load the supplies, got my hand on the Cartel 
Don’t care don’t tell, peace sign like farewell

Gunk!

"Paimon!" Produced by Sydny

Sydny:
Out of yo mind dont talk back
Might be a pup but i bark back
Dont want your deal dont call back
Look to the light when i  fight back
Out of yo mind no contract
Dont want your pen wont sign that
Treat us like hoes get bitch slapped
I make ya mind go to pitch black

Droogie:
I said Fuck PYN
And I put that on my daddy and my friends 
Old heads tryin kill the youth quicker for the bread than the drug fuck rappers that are boggin up the trends
fishing for the bag from the kids who just gonna have fun makin rap songs right?
Dissin all the new school rappers but they fill in up ya pockets with the contracts right?
Fuck it know that you evil
Misleading the kids for a sequal 
Promise of riches and gold all the bitches up on em but you never told em 
Talent just isn’t the same 
Sign it away fame, bitch
Showing that you don’t deserve it ya head in the clouds but now you are servant 

Jazz:
Bitch you better have my money 
I ain’t got a dollar or a cent
I might go anti, show both sides 
Slight chance that I’m Harvey Dent 
Bitch, it’s long shot that I’ll switch 
PYN where the fuck, my tip?
Run that train, imma piston 
Label A&R’s be simpin
Gather up the money it’s a heist 
Don’t care about honey, ain’t no flower this the knife 
Hit em with the pump, Sydny got em in the trunk 
This ain’t GTA, no respawning back to the life 
If money grow on trees, where the hell my cash at?
Pockets is abyss, need my 25 thru cash app 
Where the stash at? I see it then I got it
Where the mask at, I see it then I’m robbing

Sydny:
Aint no respect imma stick em straight up
Make em repent when i send em straight up
You gon' regret when you see that we up,
Rip the knife out my back and I sing in my blood
Aint no respect imma stick em straight up
Make em repent when i send em straight up
Are you counting that bread when your met with your god
The mud on ya bands, we playin with hogs
Fuck
I need yelp
Yall are sus
I need help
Cant Adjust
Sorry bout the stains on the pinstripe
Cuz I made a big mess, Issa big knife
It aint gonna be fair fuck a fist fight
Drippin like you rick flair but ya limbs swiped

Jazz:
Itching for currency, Niggas ain’t heard of me 
Vans are 60, they use it for clout
Nigga try jumping me, checkin my dungaree
Me and my  whole team, we stomping you out
25k for the team, 25 cents in my jeans 
Negative balance on card 
Promoter, are you a fraud? 

Droogie:
Shoutout to men wearin suits 
And all of the fuckin dealings that they do 
Pray on the weak for a check and just laugh at the shit because it isn’t you, Yeah, that is the nature of man
Doin whatever he can 
Just stackin the paper up high, and would die for the lies that they shout to the sky
And would die for the guys who just doin the same for the game that they in until they go insane
And their brains are just rotten from greed and they know it but they just persist til the gun is reloaded
and bam!  

Sydny:
I ain't signin massa'
Wont wear yo' studded chains
Never slave im breakin shackles
Won't hand over the reigns

Jazz:
Skinny Nigga, brass pockets 
Spoiled Nigga, my girl shopping
Count it up, keep the change 
Niggas kill you for the finer things

Sydny:
Heatin ya seat up in hell
Fishy business from the muck
Dont give a fuck, chastity lock on the belt
Reaper reaper in the cut
You ran out of luck
Ya know that you meetin ya maker
Bitch i am doing you a favor
Ya wrist kinda cold cuz the chains hurt
My wrist kinda cold cuz the… Fuck!

Paimon!

Produced by SYDNY
Performed by Psychodelicate
Featuring Paytonape and Lady
Engineered by KAJÉ

LYRICS:

(Camp Jazz)
Aw fuck
I'm finna' eat ketchup on a Sunday night (All hands on deck)
Riding bikes butt naked flying kites (All hands on deck)
Stab a nigga in his leg
Make him walk to the store eating hummus (All hands on deck)
Popeye's for breakfast Arby's for lunch
Take an ugly bitch out to lunch

(Camp Jazz)
All hands on deck hope we don’t fall off
I got a bad bitch suck me til' my dick soft
I got missed calls about my life 
So I got locked jaw til' the price is right 
Sike
Plotting n’ watching the movie no option
Bandersnatch boobies these groupies want pockets 
Flocking to do me give neck like a ostrich
And peck cause I’m popping
Go check cause I got it 

(Droogie)
My skills span across two sets 
To kill the mockingbird two breathes 
Two breathes span around four lines  
Four lines I killed the bitch four times
For time I'll speed it up too quick
Speedster I peel the whip oh shit 
Don't miss I aim the strap ruthless
Ice’d out my gang ill ride boom-blip 

(Camp Jazz, Lady and SYDNY)
Fucking on ya' bitch that’s yucky
Swallow my kids that’s yucky 
Jocking my shit that’s yucky 
Nigga ran off he lucky 
Yucky yucky 
Been on top try'na duck me 
She so mad can’t touch me
All the bad hoes wanna fuck me

(SYDNY)
I'm tired of wearing that cloak
That cut becoming my home now
I'm cut niggas to cope
Don't talk to me i don't spoke well 
Big mouth and they mad at me
Ignorant n they cry about me 
Laughing at 'em I...
Got these motherfuckers pissed
Go pick up yo' kids bitch
Fucked up yo' kin
Whitey back on that whip shit
Knock em out of them jean shorts
Crocs off and he mean war
Plastic and they ass fake
Tan looking like blackface

(Camp Jazz)
Bitch I’m heavyweight 
John Cena when I’m in ya' state 
In the state of mind no food on ya' plate 
Cause I skip the line 
Feel I'm on display 
Like the monkey that they picture I
Racist folks hate niggas know they think we tote and slanging dope 

(Droogie)
I want you to think of a bitch
Make all the positive qualities dip
Look at yo' ass you a shell of a bitch
Cookin’ up plans just to get you a fix 
Using my time to get mad at yo ass
You cuttin’ yourself cuz' you gettin' no ass
I’m tired of hearing your name in my life 
So just run away now and just save me a fight

(Camp Jazz, Lady, SYDNY and Paytonape)
Fucking on ya' bitch that’s yucky
Swallow my kids that’s yucky 
Jocking my shit that’s yucky 
Nigga ran off he lucky 
Yucky yucky 
Been on top try'na duck me 
She so mad can’t touch me
All the bad hoes wanna fuck me

Fucking on ya' bitch that’s yucky
Swallow my kids that’s yucky 
Jocking my shit that’s yucky 
Nigga ran off he lucky 
Yucky yucky 
Been on top try'na duck me 
She so mad can’t touch me
All the bad hoes wanna fuck me

(Paytonape)
Damn

ABBATIA

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