😳 most unexpected use of this beat. I fw it 🔥

lxfe xn gxrmvny

SOMBER (PROD WALK AMONG KINGS)

Producer info: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVq-zlfMTL82lpJUS7oK9mA 

Lyrics:
There is a place where I'm not found anymore x2

you got the wrong idea, 
do you understand that the pain is for your growth
you got the wrong idea
you think you were struggling, well not anymore

dissociating now, see the city lights
I feel the rouse when I join into the night
steer the doubt into a shadow lurking
note: (something to work on)
I merge out of sight

I feel the movement of the tears in your eyes
but I must ruin, and disappear for a fright
now, I know what we're losing
but what I do Is avoid, cause my own emotions
is a load that I cannot ignore (anymore)

How to say, that we're not the same
but you cannot refrain from this dark February 

there is a place where I'm not found anymore
lost in my head, but the control - I can afford
there is a place where I'm not found anymore
and solitude might be the next door

Sweet dreams, sweet love, ambition is contagious 
stuck in between giving up and toleration
there's only one thing I want
only thing needed
and I'm not gonna change that
so grieve it
love making me worse, or better?
Oh juliet, you direct my weather

and I don't want to be found anymore
so I guess, I'm going abroad

Missing For The Sake Of Transformation (Prod. NetuH)

Lyrics
DREAD:
We could never give a motherfuck (aye)
Run with a crew, what they all say 
Pumped full of drugs, learn the hard way
Say you sippin’ and poppin it all day
While we flippin you trippin, ‘n’ fall (wait)
bounce off the walls, 
quickly diminish your kidneys ‘n’ all 
you could never compare
to the way that we do it
you know DCR bout to lay down the law 

these garbage rappers, 
they takin’ up all the space
they takin’ up oxygen 
they know we know they a waste
okay 

we could never stop now 
pussy get stomped out
look at how you flopped now 
aw, wait

put em in a box now 
knock ‘em ‘til they fall down
they stuck in a slump,
all day

WhiteWitch:
i don’t have the time for a swisher sweet 
every dutch that i be rollin is masterpiece 
i outsmoke you cuz u lack all the capacity 
i could never relate to your weak anatomy 

I don’t wanna fight 
i wanna die in peace 
no sleep 
I’ve been creepin all week
from what i see 
you just another wannabe 
got no respect for the scene 
wasting air when u breathe

Taking Robitussin
I’m discussing every option
In a coffin but I’m coppin everything I ever wanted
Makin money from the projects that I drop n you’re not on it 
cuz I don’t fuck with these people or these features to be honest i don’t want it 




y'all fake smd!

Industry Plant Garbage

IF ANYONE KNOWS THE PRODUCER OR YOU ARE THE PRODUCER, PLEASE REACH OUT

LYRICS:

FAUXCUS:
aye
look into the mirror and its staring right back
cryptid creeping in the pack
i’m the life of the party
or so they say
im a draugr, see me rot and decay. fuck

rocking side to side
simply smiling through the pain
everybody wanna know but all i recall is the rain
don’t tell me what i think i should know
it’s only grabbed me by the tendrils and it’s dragged me through the snow

i’m a slave to my mind
and i feel i’ve gone insane 
but im working 9-5
and every day feel like the same

twenyohthree:
cold hearted mothafucka coming from the Himalayan snow 
yeti gone rogue i won’t stop until there’s gold gotta go 
got another show speeding through monroe 
i was hoping that you’d call because i gotta let you know 
you ain’t ever been about the process 
you ain’t ever been up in the mosh pit 
you won’t ever stop this 
no one ever even had a problem until you fucking walked in until you fucking offset 
everything we ever had 
going for us back then
 now it’s just a past tense now i’m just a mad man 
everything we ever made now it’s in the trash bin 
maybe you don’t wanna win maybe you don’t 
you don’t

COLDHEARTED ft. twenyohthree

Witchouse 40k - "BONEYARD" (prod. VISH)
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow
HAUNTED HOUSE  747  T R A S H

Music Video: https://youtu.be/wQMN9H6J3J4?si=hpfJG99vcXtGJDlq

Witchy:
Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k
Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k 
Youtube -  @witchouse40k  

VISH:
Instagram - @beats_by_vishnu

³³marrow:
Instagram - @33marrow

Lyrics:

(HOOK)
Mold on my body, my soul decomposed
Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts
Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float 
Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke
Yeah yeah
Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes
Skin on my skeleton cold
Came out the dirt like some bones
Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it
Used to be whippin the stove
Death to my foes
Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it
Who want the smoke wit me?
Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts

Stuck in my dreams
Yeah
Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees
Yeah
Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds
Yeah
Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves
Yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends

(VERSE)
I’m smokin dopamine
Mold on my tomb, forty deep, ain’t no folding me
Seen where the soulless be, baby Im, born to be wicked
I guess that’s the way that it goes
Yeah, yeah
I wanted gold on me
Came up from poverty, snatching off rosaries
Sleep where the soldiers bleedin
Burn the cards I was dealt, show my hand to em bet that he folds
Yeah, yeah
Rot in the coffin, I’m packing they bodies, I pullup on em put the Glock to his face
Muhfucka wanna act like a bully, but watch when we pull up we chalking his grave
I’m the god of the Wraiths
Opps in the way, they've been plagued by the wicked, your block gon decay
You ain’t holding no weight with me,
Cut up his body, Im smoking em out, I’m gon put that on gang
Hop out the grave
Moonlight up on me, I’m always to blame
Safe when I’m walking, I’m often deranged
Wickerman armory, lock em away
Take the skin from his body, his coffin awaits
Wasting away, see me crawling in place, I’m gon
Cut off my wings, I've been locked out the gates
Fleas on my body, I scratch at my veins, I been fiendin for locust, how long can I wait

(HOOK)
I decompose
Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts
Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float 
Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke
Yeah yeah
Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes
Skin on my skeleton cold
Came out the dirt like some bones
Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it
Used to be whippin the stove
Death to my foes
Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it
Who want the smoke wit me?
Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts

Stuck in my dreams
Yeah
Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees
Yeah
Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds
Yeah
Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves
Yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends

BONEYARD (prod. VISH) (Video in Desc.)

Prod. by Griesgrammar

Lyrics:

I DONT WANNA POP OUT ID RATHER STAY INSIDE AND DO WHAT I DO
MINDS DEALING WITH A LOT NOW SO I GET HIGH TIL I CANNOT MOVE
I WAKE UP TO CLOCK IN TIL I CLOCK OUT THEN GO HOME AND TAKE OFF THIS SKIN SUIT
WANNA CRAWL UNDER MY BED WITH MY HANDS ON MY HEAD AND ONLY COME OUT FOR A FULL MOON

I Would Rather Stay Inside

I Ain't Never Met A Cigarette I Couldn't Smoke

I BEEN LIKE THIS FROM THE START
NOOSEY NOCTURNAL ONLY COME OUT IN THE DARK 
IMA DUMP IT ALL FLICK MY CIGARETTE AND MARCH 
IMA BURN IT ALL AN IT WONT STOP WHEN IT STARTS
DONT EVEN BOTHER THEY WONT EVER LET ME OUT
13 POPPIN 13 DUCKIN OUT 
WITH THESE HANDFULLS
TAKE EM ALL IM LOSIN COUNT
ONLY WANT IT IF IT NUMB ME
IF IT DONT THEN IM OUT 
THIS PRESSURE EVERLASTING
DEAD POTENTIAL
IM GASPING WHILE IM GRASPING
CERTAIN LEVELS
COLLAPSING AFTER DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
I PASS THRU FUCKING SLASHING 
TAKING SEVERAL
SAY IT ONCE NEVER TWICE I KNOW YOU HEARD
ID EXPLAIN IT FURTHER BUT IT TAKES MORE THEN WORDS
THERES ANOTHER PRESENCE 
I CAN FEEL IT IN MY NERVES
AN IF I THROW THIS FUCKIN BLADE 
ON MY HIP IS THE RESERVE
LIL NOOSENSE WHO AINT EVER BEEN ENOUGH
YOUNG DEADWUN WHO AINT EVER GAVE A FUCK
THIS AINT A FAIRY TALE IM CHASIN DRAGONS
FOR A RUSH 
AS MY NICOTINE
BECOME ONE WITH NIGHT SKIES 
I CAN FEEL THE PIECES 
WHEN THEY LEAVE ME EVERYTIME 
I KEEP THE BLADE TUCKED 
IT CONNECT LIKE WIFI
PARANOIA MIXED WITH STEEL
HEART RATE IS ON THE RISE
UP ALL NIGHT IN A FULL BODY TREMBLE
RUN MY FUCKING NAME 
BITCH I GOT MY CREDENTIALS 
WITH ALOT OF FUCKING DRUGS 
AND A LACK OF PARENTALS
BUT THIS IS MUCH MORE THEN AN UNHEALTHY MENTAL
SAY IT ONCE 
NEVER TWICE I KNOW YOU HEARD
ID EXPLAIN IT FURTHER 
BUT IT TAKES MORE THEN WORDS 
THERES ANOTHER PRESENCE 
I CAN FEEL IT IN MY NERVES 
AND IF I THROW THIS FUCKING BLADE 
ON MY HIP IS THE RESERVE
I BEEN LIKE THIS FROM THE START
NOOSEY NOCTURNAL 
ONLY COME OUT IN THE DARK
IMA DUMP IT ALL 
FLICK MY CIGARETTE AND MARCH
IMA BURN IT ALL
AN IT WONT STOP WHEN IT STARTS

NO ESCAPE II

CAUTION

prod. by triple murder beatz, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love 

Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving 
I could never my mind up 
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut 
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under,  fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with 
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck 
Times up, fuck it 
Let me rise up 
If word is bond 
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills 
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm 
You know the deal 
All the shit I ever wrotes too real 
Switching rhythms 
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal 
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel  
Down to be goat 
Ideally don’t ever choke 
Compose flows to cope and heal 
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart 
4 days, no sleep 
I was dreaming of the stars 
Troubled days, I was drained 
It was raining in my heart 
No restraint from carving another scar 
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain 
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state  
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either 
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling 
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again 

The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love (x2)

(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 

44 MB OF TRAUMA

PROD. SIXTHELLS

FEEL IT EVERYDAY
FEEL THE MOLD REACH MY SOUL
ROTTEN FROM THE GUTS OUT TO THE BRAIN
IM IN THE COLD
I BEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES
FIGHTING DEMONS ON MY OWN
ALL THESE BITCHES LAZY
NEVER WANNA DO THE MOST

STEADY GETTING PAID
DIG YOUR GRAVE WITH A SPADE
CHROME BE MY KNIFE
MAKE 'EM RUN INTO MY BLADE
BLEEDING OUT ON THE PAVEMENT
NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU
NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU
NOT GOD AND OR SATAN

LURKING ON THE LOW
PUT HIS BODY IN A DITCH
MONEY ALL I KNOW
GIVE IT TIME ILL GET RICH
EVERY TIME I GET GOOD
FEEL LIKE SOMETHING I WILL MISS
GO GO BACK IN THE TRENCHES WITH SOME DIAMONDS ON MY WRIST
PUT SOME DIAMONDS ON MY BITCH

GET SOME BLOOD UP ON MY KICKS
I BEEN STACKING AL MY SINS
INSIDE MY HEAD IM FEELING SICK
LIKE A GHOST IN THE NIGHT
I BEEN DYING HOW I LIVE
I COULD GO ANYTIME
ALL THESE BURDEN I CAN'T LIFT

FEEL IT EVERYDAY
FEEL THE MOLD REACH MY SOUL
ROTTEN FROM THE GUTS OUT TO THE BRAIN
IM IN THE COLD
I BEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES
FIGHTING DEMONS ON MY OWN
ALL THESE BITCHES LAZY
NEVER WANNA DO THE MOST

Missing For The Sake Of Transformation (Prod. NetuH)

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