Son of Lamech

lyrics written and performed by Son of Lamech 
Beat produced by E.P beats
Scribes of Avalon 2024

In the movie The Time Machine, ⏳️ the man who builds it accidentally travels much further into the future than he expected.  where the human race is divided more so than ever!

The Elois live above ground and are innocent child like beings,or just a bunch of pussys if I'm being honest, laying about eating fruit ...the Morlocks are the elite leaders who fled to bunkers ( I'm assuming) and live underground like 100s of years later, though they are now night creatures that feed off the Elois!...

With that in mind ,this track has dots to connect and talks of how we live here for real,and how it nearly made me become a night creature myself as things became darker... instead I use what I learn to protect Elois!.... who throw their fucking fruit at me these days as more n more become lost,confused and afraid.

Lamechs Lyrics :

Our Foil hat won't hold back your turmoil 
Uncoil that serpent n ur head recoil 
From monsters once skins been shed 
 u serve it all unconscious stomp us
Off destiny left me in swamps of dred 
Lost Misery found by Scribes wizardry
Our lyrics be spiritualy checked 
 crossed criticaly by spirits we 
not missin its Metaphysicaly 
we dot Connect n drop the set
That wrecks havoc on u physically 
White rabbit grab it snap it's neck 
Outa habit bag it let it Drip n bleed 
Then Feed those who never had it
We Lack it needin Fabric clothing
 im naked open n weeve 
The Fabric of cosmic oceans
Float in passages perceived As magic 
Where i see cursed all banished n 
Managed by keepers of a practice 
key to astraly project out your carriage 
From Damage in Circumstances Tragic 
Actualy planed n certain to span a planet 
Of Inhabbitants whos first to raise hands
 N Split cabbage of fellow man with it 
Till he's witherd n drips braised lamb 
fell off  bone striped by times fine sand 
Indigenous critters the little will slither 
slide n hide from the quicker n bigger 
Predators Flickers its vision for glimmers
Of cries and shivers as it fly by the river 
Eyes prized in the fight for its dinner 
Satisfied by the Shatter and splinter 
Of suprised eye sockets of sinners
With a lie on the prophets begin a
 spin of the truth to sky rocket the profits
Been extending the lid of their roof 
When i promised I would stop it
Again n again im hit by same hoof
That pinned the blame n hid proof 
Then Stained my name like 
Stay in your lane a recluse 
Or get burned in blaze of flames 
N the hassal of Streats of rage 
I Tackle with brass knuckle
Like I'm axel I play when blast 
N Battle the beast for days
......................................

I'm like a morlock wizard
 twisted warlock liftin glyphs
 to the gifted in one shift its
War props to faces blistered
Into crispy bits as shit flicks 
Fall off Skulls wet Bisquits
Butt hole Fools wana hold gold 
That moulded by souls addicted
To popular pols they clicked it 
N You licked it up and rolled 
Like dogs wantin uplift quick 
Down Trod stomping as u fold to
corupted horribly disturbed cold 
Puppets dangling as their told to
Boris big bird and ur muppets
Not the only ones who Mould you 
wana break free n then punish 
These invisibles that control truth 
But stay miserable undernourished 
Till one day we're done n gone poof
 critical mass public ,some do flourish
Livin Under vast manor house roof 
Our peoples sat in gunk n rubbish 
Feel hunger? nyamer mouth a puke 
round needles been used to shoot
Abundant Dragon soup subdued 
 Frownin shmeigals days a clownin
Around Down n dirty 
drowning in evil 
Needin relief all this Hurts me 
Dispersin the original purpose 
It bleeds worthlessly into seas 
Of people worse than me 
Earth of an emergency 
Urgently seekin purchase 
In eterninity
 turning perfectly
This Eden be worsening 

Morlock vs Eloys

By Codex Scrolls and Son of Lamech 

In this one I'm speaking of something I began seeing after a shocking event..
💀🩸☠️...🧞‍♂️
In fact I've seen it a few times ,disastrous times ....but the Hatman...🎩,I see all the time .....my research into this shows me less than what I've seen in personal encounters myself ,thousands of accounts told in a ghost story manner....
However, my experience has been intense and often with this...
🩸🚑🧛🧞‍♂️🧌🚓🩸
I Slowly explain what this misunderstood entity is and what it means for humanity throughout my tracks and story...

🎩 Everything he... died for ,everything that was lost , the messages of the Figure in the Top Hat ,all of it will be lost if I don't bring this forward.......Coz what the FUCK are some of you other rappers chatting about !? ass cracks and money and how cool you are !? .....I live that horror story they make sound cool. I can't do that,acting cool nonsense ,but I can bring you some answers and a plan...
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Now, pointless chatter bothers me as I detect all the shadow work not done by us and myself, of course. The rest of it is me flapping my mouth about ! 

Lamechs Verse :

The hatman has em 
in a place they could never fathom 
Never see the face of phantasm 
Till the day you're placed in that chasm
Between chaos and order patterns 
Where lotsa shocking shit can happen
N shatter the facts of what matters 
Stopin the clock ticks of organic matter
Splatterd n fractured matter of fact 
I've watched it with physical optics
Automatic dagger stab a
 sporadic attack of The flash backs 
snapped off the rung of Jacob's ladder 
draga stunned, shaken n batterd 
man down in to tatters 
Till its numb n able to scatter
 past the time thata trapa
 lot a like kind In pointless chit chater 
Like the faster the rapper 
The quicker they gather
For lords of the manor
Applauding his banner
Till pockets are fatter 
appalled at your manners
 I'm blocking the scanners
N pull out the hammers
To claw at your bladders 
Pourin piss a pit pata 
The tip of my hat 
N I'll shit on your nana
You live as the chip 
I live as the hacker 
Get hacked into bits 
You'll star in a slasher
If I'm lacking a gat 
I'm one helluva tracker 
The hatman is back
From hell n here after
Throw my head back 
N revel in the laughter 
conflicted n trapped 
No help from the pastor 
He's constricted n gagged 
Missed scripts lift off heads 
Ripped from whats said 
Rap Not restricted 
gripped by living dead.

Fear in the Kingdom

by Son of lamech and Codex Scrolls

This track is a bit of a riddle Of my story, my approach and why....it also,as always, attempts to nut shell Scripture in a simple way and therefore My conclusion ,which I will live by and help others as best as I can because, wow ,they even bill our kids for the shit ride they give us when we die!!.. ⚠️we will take control of this ride ,make it fair ,by the power of all combined.that is the plan ...let's combine before it's too late, that is the warning.
 🎩❤️🎩👆👇

Lyrics for Lamechs Verse :

This track was written 
By splash n splishin
Of your blood dripin 
Off my pick axe  
smacks n swishin
Delivered so fast
Your splitin in half 
From melon to ass 
Avast a soul Stricken 
Hold in hells kitchen
Thousand fold bitten 
Not shy sly disguise
Im Advised by wise  
Guides n technicians
assigned in Past lives 
I died n then Lived in 
Switchin sides to slide 
Between what's seen 
N what stays hidden 
I prise their eyes wide
Till god kingdom come 
For these dumstricken
Fuckin dum chickens
Drum sticking shivs in
Till theyre done lynching 
This warlock got Pickin
Locks of the forbidden
Pinchin wisdom missin
Lost talisman switchin
Transcript lifted quick n
Written into the skin 
N Stabbed over scabs 
Nowhere near as bad 
As the scars left within 
As I carve out your sins 
I'm starving to death 

( haunted) 

Lamechs sons a wreck 
Wretched n depressed 
Till I wrestle the rest 
Of your soul a guest 
settled in your chest 
Left a whole lota mess
N a hole torn in Flesh 
Best expressed this way 
Born into depths of hell
Live in Distress n dismay
Horns press themselves
Through skin of my face
worn wings fold as I fell 
N i form up as a shade 
Till my halos replaced 
A top hat in its place 
they know not of my race
Ontop of that im Chased
By these robotic states
Across time n space 
To a satanic planet
I land in this garden 
Of fukin piss taking
shit chucking apes
Where th snakes hiss     
Will Have man starvin
Drinking his own piss     
Skin Begin to harden 
You better Heed this    
Warning as its warming 
Quickly get Prickly 
Heat rash is forming 
Till your skins pouring
Was sick of this wicked 
Spirit it exist inflicted 
Got Tophat n tiped it 
Then spirit was inlisted 
N lifted by the gifted 
Mystic she sat Twisted 
To resist constricted 
Physics of this visit
Is it with its limits 
This pits an Abyss 
A requisite for trips 
Is a ticket n clicks
Even in deaths exit 
They will bill your kids 

Shadow Prince

By Son of Lamech ,beat by Codex Scrolls 

  🔥  After hell found me ,I was sent to the shadow ward for real. rejected by society ,lobotomised by the m.o.d...released and left alone, I become something else ,this has happened to me and people like me through time, from the days they used to burn us in public ,to the future where the Borq and drones will hunt us ... 🤖 and download my combat tactics as it repeatedly attacks me through time,so that it can constantly learn and evolve better ways of controlling us.  
⛓️ 🔗 ⛓️ 
It's bleak in this uncertain future ,as each real human left to fight for our kids and our souls, become broken, fallen scumbags....unless we can bring about the change between us...
🙏 🔮  ⚡️ 
Leme know when your all done organising your hell partys 👹🤡🤹‍♂️🎊acting like Jack asses and when u wana organise real movement.  
 🪖  💂‍♂️💂‍♂️💂‍♂️
cnt speak the plan at a bunch of dick wagging egotistical gangster wana bees. this track was born out of that timeless struggle...

LYRICS

Stood amoung the dung 
Is a man left unsung 
Amoung lost villagers 
Who wished hed hung 
Strung up by the neck 
It's the son of lamech 
Drenched in the fresh
blood of the dead 
N chunks of thier flesh 
The dungeons I crept 
From are gungy n wet
With no visitors left 
Gone disappear except 
One strong appartion
Detectin No reflection 
In mirrors that  a wretch 
Expect to see Perfection 
Staring back in respect 
Check outer image yet
Get such inner neglect
A sinner that detest god 
And will never accept 
Yet to Get neck chopped 
It never occurred to me 
absurd  murder sprees
another one of my jobs 
Enforcer of the sourcery 
Punishin with bright bolts
Of lightning striking jolts
Inviteing Fright with volts 
Yeh Of course its me
Forcing all the locks
Off of their fortress
Scorching the docks 
Stores n the stocks
Of lotsa these awfully
 pompous see paupers
Conquered Unlawfully 
Out of pure thought its
How I forged the key
Before your in a ward 
Or a corpse in a morq
U can see infirmarys 
Full of  extrOrdinary 
Sorts I'm Stalking orcs
With pitchforks n orbs 
Of all ( the) souls absorbed 
By these swinging swords 

Fuck your hell party 
Doom Slayer starting
To get Real pissed off 
Betrayal in bars bring 
Conquering like ming
Till Kingdom of God's
A thing to these earthlings
Lost Feeling around in fog

So Then i brought the War 
An eye sore of torture 
For em more n more 
As endless Hordes
Of cyborgs pour
towards Spinalcords
N headless gore  
Clawed way before
 it pours to floors 
N  data's reported 
recorded  imported
N stored at the core 
Of the matrix source
restored n exported 
To the next course 
Of attackin forces
Cracking doors its
The tounge forked 
Tungsten borqs hits
That Splatter corpses 
Up the walls blitz  
In Close quatres 
With Shoulder hung 
Big bore guns 
Roast n scorches
Smoulderin lumps
Soldered holster 
Moulded n bolted 
To their armours front 
Dum dums thump
N Folded n scolded 
Pumping up chunks 
bones flip n jump 
Crumble n crunch 
As The barrels spun
In concrete jungles
Rumbles for months 
Stir Slumping fronts
Of Buildings tumble 
Crash down n pummel 
Ash clowds funnel 
Into crowded people
Hunched n stumble 
mumble something 
Loud n decietfull 
Evil Weak in hunger
No longer peacefull 
Sky speaks thunder
Bleak as each fall 
becomes a nutter
Stuck in the gutter
Of Mad max prequel 
streats crawl deep 
With mother fucker
Bad ass creeps all
Tooled up chucka 
Bag blast bleed maul
I.e.d the meat pool
N If it didnt snuf a  
Nuff of the suckers
Nuncuka Hit another 
Suck at Duck n cover 
Thrust a word does a
Number on the slumber
Of the dumb I brung a
Blade incase my hunger 
Crave n taste for blood a 
Escalate n raise shutters
Gates to hades flames be
Blazing greatly lately  
Most invigorating 
Hate me phase me 
Maybe nah takes me 
To plains beyond graves
N where the shades be.

Beat Walkers

by Codex Scrolls and Son of Lamech 
beat by E.P Beats 


This is not BASED on a true story,it is completely true,as always. oh my god it is,it really happened. I can't believe he's dead NO NO NO god rest him, god help me to help them ,I submit. I still believe in God and love and creativity...but hell is fucking here....too late for him and too late for me,please god let him be in heaven....take me next because if the night terrors doesn't get me the Beast will. I feel it coming to get me again and it's oppositing everything i do...  i will honour his spirit in another track if im still alive to do it. 


Here's the lyrics anyway :

Haunted Hills n haunted beings 
Feel the chill u soon will
When I sleep I hear children scream 
Full of fear still haunts my dreams 
Soul torn at seems thorn in spleen
Crown Hung drawn quatred n seen 
streams of what seems to be water 
But it's not! 
its cerebrospinal gleam
feel the torture and the shock 
Of Seeing shorter vitals drop
Hearing He WILL FIND U lots 
N it's right behind you watch 
 Shadow man tip a the Top
Hat cloak n golden watch
Holdin Time piece broke n block 
Any shreik n stolen sleep 
Seeking peace beholdin deep 
It Creep n stroll around my cot 
See scrolls unfold dead Sea
papyrus emerald n rock
Its secrets leaked n beem
through speech it was not 
How it teach what each
Of us think about this God 
N mother Earth as she bleed 
N easy ways I can kill you lots
For it in the Forest n  trees
Geometric circles in crops
Its sulphuric when I breath
3 Electric bolts ontop
Historic Horrific wizardry 
Killin me in future shock 
Were Honestly killin sprees
are Mail ordered by the doc
Drop dead n not imaginary 
Feel the djin In my breeze
Nail yourself to your cross 
Between wats for eternity 
N wat turns ur cheeks to Rot
White bones that I bleach
In time skeletons will drop 
Novelty top n fell off
never letin head swellin  
I practice what I preach 
Expelling a spelling I got 
Not universally impeached 
foretelling from primordial snot



God forgive me I tried. and kill me before I see any more innocence destroyed


Nightmare Scribes

by Codex Scrolls and Son of Lamech

what's important As we live and die here...💀
 I believe ive found a formula behind chaos ,and that there is a pattern ⚛️...tragedy and chaos ,accidents and trauma are all part of a bigger order ,just percieved as chaos to the human mind 💥 ...i still believe in manifesting what you WILL Regardless of temporary results.but there are other forces at work that seek to cause more chaos and be sure you do not transition through it as a human....

im here to counter that programme. 🧠 
and these lyrics attempt to partly explain it. 

lamechs verse 

The clock wine its chime
Tick tocking reversed
 coz its time to stop it
Before it got worse 
Too late no tomorow 
No time left borrowed
From divines next sorrow 
In Afterlife after breath
When your Death follows 
I have to write an answer 
You haven't asked me yet 
Curing forms of cancer 
Before the casket get 
My rotten ass dressed 
As a ballroom dancer 
N If u haven't guessed 
I've become oBsessed 
With time n what's left 
If Given the chance ta
Express  my testimony
Best with this text only
Then Ill stretch breath 
Vocally on tones free
Of loneliness n stress 
Nether the less lately
The More I digress 
The more I see hades 
Within the minds mess
N with yours it connects
 it Begins to manifest
On our outer for sure 
Do not mistake me 
But do be warned 
Dont do great things
For loot n reward
Do i Do bad things
In protecting the pure?
Sure, it's Dos n donts see
And our God sees all
N those who don't see
Always seem to claw
For dreams of reality 
But Scream as they fall
Deep into an insanity 
This Damage be more
Than me its planetary 
Your Planet be rapidly
Becoming unhappy 
Can it be happening 
Sure as it Saddens me 
I saw a pattern to be
Phathmed as it happens 
N shocks not actualy
Sudden but gradually 
How It Begun tragedys
From past seeds spun
Not hypothetical litraly
Synthetic not Organically 
Now Manically depressed 
As Fucking dirt bag scum 
Suckers Runin your family 
Stuck n over run slums
Own fuck all n be happy
For 4 walls n a Canopy 
I Canot be brought 
Install programin in me 
Stallin my thoughts
N go damaging seed
Of the soul sought 
To be one n be free
Not snatched caught
In the jaws of lucifer 
Before I be reborn
Into polluted futures

Scribent Hill

by Codex Scrolls and Son of Lamech 

Another early one ,im starting to warm up. Discussions of other worldly creatures /or Creators returning.  Mankind does what it always does and Consumes itself in its underground bunkers, so hellish, they emerge in a desperate rush to meet their maker. ' To create ,sometimes you must first destroy!' 🩸

As always, there is truth behind our lyrics, prophecy with a hint of fiction... or maybe one day you will see this come to be for real ! 🛸 🔥 💥🌆💥

Out of portal rifts n holes 
Awful issues unresolved 
Resort to missiles unevolved 
Tech  ripples at the decks 
N hulls of ships as little specs lit  
Theyre Lifting up the souls
 of all the masses gripped 
By disaster growing faster as it rips 
Holes n bits of city structures shift 
N further split these motherfuckers
already split 
In their decision to quit 
n qive in to the suffering they're livin 
suffocating in their bunkers of sin
Stuffed in with Nothing to debunk
 n nothing to win 
Up against too much destruction 
Evadein the suction of human Corruption 
As armed forces eruptin n rush in
With harmful intentions but
Cnt disarm or force dark henchmen 
From the next dimension Offcourse
 theyre unrelenting with their cause  Demented tensions their source 
So the more we pour towards em 
Lends them more defensive walls
As all Earths expensive vessels 
primitive made twisted metals 
Disintigrate n Settle 
Upon great girth  extensive levels
On ships tearing up the turf 
Of major city's centres leveled 
Captial ones hit the worse 
Regarded as some devils
They Attack the leaders first
 Flattening mosques n church 
As one blast converts em into dirt 
 Were tasked To fertilise the earth
After all our life force spurt 
Past the knife of life forms cursed.

Acid Rain on Ghostly Plains

by Codex Scrolls and Son of Lamech 


One of my early ones to redo. especially as I'm alongside a master ,Codex Scrolls.  my verse in this represents my own struggle from brain dead chemical lobotomy, but also society as it begins to eat itself n become rotten.also Mankind's mind set as it frantically boards up its doors from the truth as the horde become the Living Dead ( more than they already are ) 🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️  although I'm hearing alot about 'waking up' and everyone knows who illuminati are now etc etc ,so I duno maybe we woke up in time.. but from what I see ,another load of jabs and social engineering and a Zombie ting isn't too far-fetched.  🚑🧌


Lamechs Lyrics :

From damp ashes after a fires roar
In a dawn after a dead night before 
Sun absorb moisture on grassy floors
Drawn from pastures bastards faces 
Placed in marshy waste n manure 
The flys thrive in  stench taste so raw 
Tour livin morgues corpses Waft n Pour
More relentless from them all
As crows caw the morning call 🐦‍⬛
On posts bent by temperament 
Of slow Howling wind sprawls 
Cowering men condemned fall
when final hour calls for them 
Denial of flaws ignored then Descend 
Into chaos n disorder for your sons 
N your daughters recommend 
That you repent n spend your funds 
On more guns  food n water 
with your Lord youl make amends 
N Send enforcement to ur borders
But For the mystics in forests n caves
A new way is gifted waits made shorter
Hordes a dead claw away poorly made
Reinforcement sure to place ya boards up
Thought up logical ways to surely escape 
BeFore they gobble up bones in ur face 
horrible torture 
cobblestone cold embrace
Ur have to hobble home as a walker 
Stalk a probable case in dead zone gates 
Brigades abandon post n ports aborted
Tall orders of last commands torn up
dammed over throwin last stand spaces
Of a race in races against Man made plaques  
So man made damn sure it wasn't recorded 
Thought it best the awfull data was erased 
Without trace on wastelands craterous face 
Laiden with skeletons splayed
 jaws agape  staring at space forever amazed 
At  the blackness suroundin an atlas 
Cracked n enraged at the practice 
That these maggots engaged 
In backwards war tactics to trap its 
Inhabitants n track them as slaves .



Dawn of the dead

by Son of Lamech and Codex Scrolls
Beat by E.P Beats 


In this track I'm still snapping out of the brain fry...but was starting to experience
what has been described by humans as Heavenly Encounters  
💙
Although my verse doesn't directly speak of those experiences, it does brief my conclusion as always ,and that there is a way to bring heaven to earth ,your thoughts do manifest, to a degree ,and are tweaked by what's around you...if mine is hell then it's difficult to manifest good things with a mind full of horror...
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Despite that I managed to see it at times ,in another track ( called the Blue Angel ) ,I will speak of the beautiful, magical moments of Angelic Encounters.
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For now, enjoy a nice chill ....be patient because although I sound like I've been shot with a tranquiliser dart ( not far from the truth!) ,my friend Codex Scrolls does a lovely verse. 

peace till next time ☮️

Lamechs Verse : 

Nice Moon light glisten 
A Bright cresent on drifting 
Seas shimmer n shifting 
Winters crisp it's blistering 
A Whisp upon sprays mist  
The Swish be whispering 
Timelessness n bliss
N twists of deep liquid 
Like sleep in the abyss
no need for equipment
When Seed of the soul sits
As assistant for Existence
N Experiences of life lived 
Much Richer n consistent 
In the love that you give 
My Executive decisions
Are directing  my vision
To forgive em never forget
N reselect better connect
From much better positions 
Giftin respect in one step 
1 Flesh n 1 breath kept
At unsociable distance 
Every one of em i Met 
Heavy mental resistance 
The lessons left to Neglect
N At best missin the essence 
It Never gets addressed unless 
It's you who's left stressing 
So Within rest u will now Listen 
To Wisdom within the depths 
Of your souls prism its no difrent 
To mine our minds have all slept
Now Stretch arisen to this rhythm 

Faith

🌌🎆🎪🎆  Welcome to the Freak Show ,speaking for myself ,I invite you to step right up to a Scribes of Avalon Collaboration with an awesome group called ' Mind Watching Your Elbows'....they have a very unique style and kick off Codex Scrolls Beat with a style that along with the sounds ,took my foggy mind to a Parallel Reality ,as usual!🔮  

In this reality, it's the 80s ,the world felt more free , everything was more Raw, from the wilderness that was still existing ,to the cities, towns ,strange places
....and in my imaginings and memories it felt like the carnival ,exciting but with sinister feels,it smelt of popcorn🍿 fireworks n sulphur for other reasons!🎆🎇🔥...gun oil and petrol 🏍as my family hung about with bikers and always had trouble not far away...it was like the wild west!  
🌵☠️
But this was written around the time of Corona.I was still recovering from some serious Wing clipping shit...so it's not my best verse but fuck it , it was nice to feel a difrent vibe again and work with these awesome artists.

Check out Mind Watching Your Elbow on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/jpLLq

Beat by:
 Codex Scrolls 
Intro verses by :
Mind Watching Your Elbows
2nd Verse: 
Codex Scrolls 
3rd Verse : Me 

Lyrics :

Welcome to the Freek show 
Step right when u step up
Carnival cook ya meet slow 
N Death lightin ur best tux
Cannibal took ur knees  toes
Heads shoulders  messed up
Scribes mind watchin ya elbows
knuckles whopper pop aNose 
on fake faces and melt those 
In big topper tents stretched up
Lights hooked up wi nice glow
But cnt stop alota tense sense stuck 
Inside despite a sweet smell grow
Candy floss n sights of the rides 
Coz standin off to a side hell shows
In the form of Avalons knights 
Not just as Scribes or no side show
But as one monster of the night 
Uniformed at times u n I know 
Lifes Helta Skelta  delt a blow 
Corona game over less ur land owner 
mad grands ta hand drove a land rover 
No owin loans n groans in hand over 
I Stand alone a loner the crowd a loada 
Clone ass fukin loud mouth boners 
Known as Posers Provoke us ogres 
Drag em down to our Clown house hopeless Un noticed 
Bag of lime decomposes
oderless after a time with hot fire pokers 


Circuit Boards

🎤I did my verse over DJays beat and after Codexs verse....I would still be reading my rap off scraps of books with no recording if it wasn't for him n the seting up of Scribes of Avalon..this tune was made maybe 5 years ago but circumstances stopped me making anything at all-  so here it is, along with most of the others in the 'Book of Old Scrolls ' Album. it is one i may ask to re do as my verse is delivered weak. At this time, i was still a subdued PTSD Zombie, but my lyrics are sincere  📀 A recruitment drive of sorts like a lot of my verses. 

Beat by DJay


Son of Lamechs Verse:

Deathly quiet as earth stood still 
No restful silence n worst of feels
Avalons giants wield sword n shield 
babylons tyrants sure to be killed
 sure to squeel coz the gore will spill 
In the settle of scores For your free will 
The more we build towards a more real 
Connection restored for all to reviel 
The power we store in the power we deal 
To the cowards that your allowin the field 
With powerless roars laws were sealed 
N Flaws concealed till ur conjeald
Corpse spoil soylent green meals
Thoughts annoying your head like a drills force destroyin rock beds n oil spills
Trouble n toil fuel All of your thrills 
Loving the spoils n feeling the kills
flowin of blood bubbles n boils 
Till the blood of the these royals 
Floods over the mud n the soil 
I'm loyal to love not these gargoyles 
They came from above tails coiled
Linear plan cycle of man foiled 
Chuckin ur Toys out the pram
N Recycling cans part of ur plan?
Ur trying to keep a fart in ur hand
Were trying arestart hearts in this land  
So we start to understand
 our part To play In the task at hand 
 Blasting a way through goverment vans 
kamikaze bands n thunderous bangs 
Karma crazy war boy storys we sang
Sharpen blades for glory 
before we all sank
Fast in waves of war 
on all we the stank ass peeps
 be treated awfully
 between the master beasts 
that each use sourcery

Recieve The Force

On this Beat by Nebz , Codex Scrolls brings the slaughter with lyrical miracles in the first verse 🪄  while I, Son of Lamech, backs him up with the usual boom stick approach 💥 💥  click clunk enough said! 

The feels of this beat made me feel the Doom vibe ,but then I always do ,so I went with it ... 😈 the mancubus represents the greediest of us ..as evil takes over and statues of your idols crack n tumble in the chaos,greed is one of our many demons I slay as I continue fighting as protector of our souls.As this battle intensifies, i will go deeper into the beasts castle till I get to their source of power.......

Beat by Nebz
1st verse Codex Scrolls
2nd Verse Son of Lamech

Lamechs Lyrics: 

I Rap on tracks with the last few 
Who give unique views like Mathew
Catch u as you sneak through
gory habitats hard to adapt to
Inglorious bastards blast you
Back into pitch blackness of castles 
Hastled by clans of damned
 who stand n ramble 
you Stumble over corpse dangled 
At Awkward angles on cracked statues 
Of Contorted angels faces painfull 
caught you short Not sure wat u saw 
till it latches upon Like Aracnotron 
i shamble at you 
N clamber on your splatterd sinue
cadavers mashed as Flesh and tissue
N Skulls fracture cracked up into
Bits of sick n puss thats flicked up 
For mancubus fucks to pick through 
 rip you up into two bits of slick chunks 
Click clunk  shells sunk 
into the boom stick 
Jump n thump 
of the kick back used to bruise quick 
But after a few hits you get used to its
Magnificent punch 
the way it chews shit 
Mad how it Munch Sacraficial bitches 
Watching superficial backflip 
Out of their fast spastic dashes
 The blast Snatches em quick  
One of my fantastic wishes is this
Splishes n splashes from gashes 
fasions this script 
As it smashes a passage 
Through the ravenous sick
 nashes n lashes 
With limits they missed 
viscious thrashes n twists
 im Dismisin their Hissing n licks
 Their split from lips 
from which they Drip acid 
Invictus I spit with vigor n conviction 
From livin lives of conflict 
n savage non fiction 
but this verses vision 
is mixed As depiction 
of harsh friction 
N how dark it turns in an instant
Shiftin fast  past burns In the distance
outlandish verses this cursed system  
Dispersin hurt birthed from my 1st wisdom

I Dont Play

By Son of Lamech,Codex Scrolls and Wolfbane 


I try to keep my verses easy to understand...🎤
But 11 can look like 1 to those who are only seeing things in single dimensions. therefore, I can assure you my conclusion comes from years of research and painful field experience ...from 0 to 10 ,the understanding of humans at 9 and God at 10 ,after understanding comes overstanding ....and with that- the practice , the activated energy of all that you learned 💥 

I've seen death 💀 , witness and involved,sat for years talking conspiracy,🕵‍♂️ lived in the shadow ward 👻,made peace with the Baron of the Shadows 🎩,ive seen 'he who walks behind the rows',👹  genuinely sit by a shrine and channeled the beyond. I had to. 🪄

I do it to protect those I love who are left. ❤️.... But also to bring about the reality people want to experience, some choose to experience wrath and Curses as they attack innocence...and though i struggle with this seemingly fair way of living-the alternative is a world with out meaning. 

 Lamechs Lyrics:

you claim to be goat 
a dressed up hoax 
I'm an alien raining death
a trained up ghost
Prevailing in pain 
like I'm Death Stroke
it's insain to invoke 
my name ,a shade in the smoke 
no way you should poke 
nose my way they all float 
sway slow without hope 
they pray that they cope
but fray and they choke
swining away on the end of rope 
end of line ,end of the road 
rhyme that I showed 
enters the mind
thyme n some cloves 
slime of the toad 
some secret shit
n some time at the stove 
and now that you know-
it tightens it's grip 
you fight and it grows
you might wana go 
sumink inside me wantin it's flow
I'm stopping it show
blind society is forcing it though 
the force that explodes 
the source that Expose 
'he who walks behind the rows'
he talks and they froze 
caught in a pose
Stalking the globe
for the pawns to be host
they scorn and they probe
they're born as my foe 
i line up the Bore ...
and tore through their robes 💥 

Ash on Fresh bones

💥 One night a couple of cowardly Robot shape shifter snakes jumped me in an alley.after a fight that lasted nearly ten minutes I came out with an injured brain and a jaw smashed up my face looking like the Predator. 🤕
They ran off, and I got caught trying to chase them with what I thought was a knife but was a metal spatuala!  🔪🥄

Anyway, I didn't manage to catch them, and the vessel that is me maybe began it's decent into hell around that time... 🏨

But in this track - the Quatre Master represents God...the open ocean that flows through the cracks represents universal information....so the rest of my verse you can imagine is not about a ship sinking but an attack on me as a vessel and the collapse that follows...or societys collapse....or just a ship sinking is fine!  🔮 

Son of Lamechs Lyrics:


Conversing with any human hurting
Eventually, inserting these verses 
Into plenty closing curtains 
Certainly held back just me 
Verses many serpents bleak 
In hells Blackest Cancers
Searchin past the weakness 
Burning fast 
my feet are churnin' ash 
N bones of those who pass n go
Was built to last learn to pass foes
A stern vessel that can turn 
From blast n blows 
To close ! The flash of flames
Splash n explodes 
stacks of ammo packs 
N weapons cache exposed 
Ignite n smash through cracks 
So open ocean flows 
Inside that fracture 
No way back 
No way to close that chapter 
The hatch is froze 
And traped by rafters
Collapsed decks show 
The aftermath disaster 
Half the task is patch the radio
And ask the quatre master 
which way to go
I have the math 
But lost the grasp 
Of nautical maps n graphs 
I saw it all in a flash 
Fall into a ball Of all the universal forces 
Formin up the mass 
Before I fall upon my ass 
N crawl back up
Determined tall as fortress
To reconstruct
And rebuild weakend struts
To Reinforce against the enemys
Weak as fuck backed up
By plenty weekend sluts 
Get your butt cheaks stuffed 
With Detonator plugs 
1 squeak I'll disintegrate your guts
Into great Sprays and chunks
Is this the way you want 
To play your fucking trumps
The cards are dealt n they say jump
And some did ,n some knelt 
But some lived by how they felt
And lived to lift the veil 
My ship has sailed
 though all kinds of shit in hell
But lived to tell the tale 
the tale is this -
Heaven n hell exists
It's the thought that propels 
U Better watch what you wish 
N where your heading aswell
Because your thoughts can drift
Subconscious gripped 
by the cast of spells

Going Under AKA Gesture

🎤 This demo mix shows some of my first bits of work .. They're from writings held back since 2011,the years of living in a project for real ! 👮‍♂️🕵‍♂️ Detention and other dire circumstances leaving me unable to build, losing everything I had no opertunity to record as Hell was before me .... 🔥 
I'm hoping there will be other demo tapes show casesing new projects and collabs in the uncertain future. I wish you luck and strength in yours ❤️ 

Son of lamech Demo

I can't pinpoint when exactly my verse was written, but by the sounds of the lyrics ,it was just as everyone was getting a mad boner for Corona....
🖥🤧😬💉🤮😡🤬☠️
Also by the way my delivery is still like a fucking Zombie,makes me believe it was around that time!
🎤🧟‍♂️
Which reminds me ...fuck the goverment for the experimenting they've done to me personally ,and to you all...
Wether jabbed or not ,we were all experimented on...or rather the experimenting was done in my uncles time ,correction, since Genesis....
🛸🐉🩸🌍
Anyway, the latest phase of social engineering hits us with drugs perfected or not ,to bring about a wave of change many will not be ready for...
💀
Now the good news!...fortunately, despite my wings been clipped by zopliclone ,quitiapine, and other chemical soul killers, Codex Scrolls smashes the second verse with a killer informative flow. thank god ! Coz mine is shit but just the delivery, lyrics are conclusive and easy to understand at least.  speaking of which-

Son of Lamechs Lyrics:  

▶️
I know it seems blatantly obvious 
Making this statement at dicey times.
 It's sloppiness shaking the dice 
Not thinking twice 
in a dance with the devil on thin ice 
Skating as the death rates rise
and treble overnight 
the microbes migrate n settle 
to cell divide and collide n wrestle 
with vital signs of shifting tides 
inside stressful glands trying to survive 
against something that thrives on the fight 
n the cells that die,might as well fry in hell
no waiting for I, or like kind ,
escaping their probing of contagion 
as the virus awakens, alive raging
 like wild fire flaming heat ,
as the cabin fever creep,
and snot Drip and seep ,
to sweet hip-hop beats 
that make your head bop n leak rot
 of what they speak not 
and the shit they do speak ,
has gota be stopped, 
giving props to God 
as crabs in a pot
and pans with bad plans
 and plots on radiated land
 with scabs and spots
 on double whopper detox ,
isolated man under camcorders watch commanding wat you watch
 demand you wash your hands
 of what you stock and watch
 As they lock down every block
 withstand the shock 
and plant the crops, 
lock stock to hand
 and got lots of Bandolier slots
 for lots of mankind who stand in fear
 as shots lift them off 
I'll miss them not
 no tear will drop 
def ears listen clear 
no drifting off
 you missed those years
 can't stop the clock and death is near tick tock theyl pick your plot 
if you got apocalypse on your bucket list, be sure to tick that box. 
⏹️

Isolation

⏳️  Once it seemed the Sands of time fell slowly ,when there was abundance of it and of other things too...🏞

🕥🕙🕤 Then we entered a time where the Uncountable Grains spilt faster as I age , we age, and empires age...🌆

🌐 💥  But now , Pandoras Box has been ripped open, and the sand - tossed to the void brings our souls' journey deep into chaos.🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺☄️

🛸 The Scribes of Avalon fall into a new chapter where the darkness of the void seems forever , the space between us vast ,and as global turmoil Spreads and effects each person, I'm brought back to my original reason for being here... to give a warning and guidance as blunt as possible.📣

🎤On this beat by Wolf Bane , I begin with an easy to understand verse of the basics of this message🚧🛸☄️
🎤 Codex Scrolls brings the supporting data in the second one 💼📖. 
🎤Wolf Bane provides an ominous verse of the story we are going through in the third....
.....it would be wise to listen !   We would be greatfull and pleased that we reached you.  🙌  

Son Of Lamechs Lyrics: 


Atlast, I'm passed a circuit breaker
From a past of massive tasks
n purpose greater than I asked      
Before my perfect maker
Made a craft  that will last 
N Explore the surface Craters 
N waves of noxious gas 
In porous mountain faces
Escapes its Pouring ash 
From fountain blazes 
Of hot molten splash 
That smash golden gates 
And the ones who dash 
To ask  get told to wait 
Coz the first shall be last 
In line hold your place
N watch as time flashes 
Drivin fast in the race 
But watch me fly past 
Cnt keep up the pace 
Youl Slide and crash 
N die a pile a waste
Ur Face became an ass 
While I embrace a fate
N Demons from the past 
N all my past mistakes
Revieling em atlast 
as times mirror breaks
Im Feeling the glass
Smash sheer n Graise 
My skin peel and flap 
Till my skeleton gaze 
Back i scream n gasp 
my Adrenalin raise 
N it all fades to black 
Then red again in rage
So I've made a stash 
developin grenades
I've placed in a cache 
That's ready for brigades
That Machete slash 
They're way in blockades
That r already smashed 
Now the clock face decay
They got our race clash 
Face to face time frays 
As the last days pass 



Son of Lamech

Avalon Enforcer