Toxic brain

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by kill ebola
cover art by gashum

(Lyrics)

Bitch I’m fucked up 
Trapped in my mind
it’s a prison, I’ve been locked up 
Glock 45 by side 
will make you hush up 
Fuck wit my set 
we gon’ meet you with our guns up 
(with our guns up)

Fuck 100 bitch I keep to the fucking max
I just keep shittin on y’all like I took a lax
4 white hoes and they knockin on the door
I never let them in, bitch I be on my own

Catch a tummy tuck
boy you outta luck 
I want all the blood
I want all the guts (x2)

BLOODSHED [PROD. KILL EBOLA]

SOUTH STRIP

OUT MY FACE

prod. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

MANIC MAN

Hateful (Feat. OmenXIII)

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by nightrdd & skinnydrag 
cover art by fxckjamie 

(Lyrics)

I cracked open the door to hell
I thought I would just take a peak 
But I released some demons and I turned into another freak
Im drowning in my guilt now any day im gonna have to sink 
Right down into the bottom tear apart my only way to speak
I’ve been losing sleep like every night now it’s a curse Im feeling helpless in my skin and I know soon I will reverse myself into a place I can’t imagine but I know it’s worse so I’ll just bite another bullet and just write a fucking verse 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
I’ll spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Always Staying apprehensive cuz I’m only seeing bad signs
All my thoughts are blurry, feel like I’m out of my damn mind
Think I’ll take my life but imma wait until it feels right
Shrouded by the dark still want to live to see the daylight 
I know I said it once but I’mma say it again I ain’t fucking around no I ain’t playing pretend
I bury all of my thoughts deep in the ground
I just wanna forget everything I found 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
Spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Another night that im high and loosing my sight
Act fine, out of line, trying to make it all right
Another light so bright that I failed to ignite 
But I ain’t bitchin despite 
Im always loosing the fight (x2)

MULHOLLAND DRIVE [PROD. NIGHTRDD & SKINNYDRAG]

Produced and mixed by takizava 
Mastered by kamaara 
Cover art by theo 

Sorry nothing lasts long
Couldnt look you in the eyes 
Drugging kept the cap off 
Leaving both us traumatized 
Spent my whole life scared 
Behind me me with a wide stare 
Dreaming up a nightmare
Screaming pit of despair 

Fuck it i tried 
Aint mind it it might lie 
With timing my hands tied
Paint a life that wouldnt last long 
Fuck it ill die
For the pain of my crimes
With the hate in my mind 
Thats been fried and got a cast on
x2

lost time in a foxhole prying thoughts 
sacrificed the best parts 
couldn’t hold ‘em off
grovel back to what remain 
thump inside your chest  
spin you round 
rip it out 
no ground to gain 

mind depletes at the frontlines 
sanity bleeds
press my face into a landmine 
lie in a wide stare 
Dreaming up a nightmare
Screaming pit of despair

Pit of Despair w/ KAMAARA [Prod. Takizava]

Whispers Of Betrayal

BED ROCK +PROD. K.V.N+

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by CJack (FKA @sectunit)
Engineered by @tumaggz

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Toxic brain

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