youknowwhatimsayin

Var Pl IV

BLEAKHOUSE

Moody rock

written, recorded, and produced by king yosef. 

these songs were written in the later part of 2018. I spent a long time wanting to write something like this and I am happy to look back with pride on them. Bruised Core isn't a full time project but will be an outlet for collaboration with those who do not fit into the King Yosef universe per se, as well as a place for me to experiment. For the time being this is what there is to release. More soon. Thank you to who listen, thanks to who don't - KY

2. Hark Back

Abstract Figures in the Dark

Control

Vi Coactus

I played this track out on tour as 'unreleased' & ppl seemed to enjoy dancing to it so for your streaming/downloading pleasure, D'vocean. It's not a typical direction for me as it's more of a 'happy song' but I constantly encourage ppl to take their production out of their comfort zone so I must practice what I preach. I hope some of you like it, it's all love. -E.

Lyrics:
"You say it like it's all on me,
make it all about devotion.
You say it like you want to be here,
but you could have it all.
You say it like it's a bad thing,
make it all about devotion.
You say it like you want to leave,
but you don't have to go."

D'vocean

Bloodflow (A Milky Fluid)

Gashes

To Destroy, Sterilize and Begin Again

THE PAIN IS SO ENLIGHTENING

SICK AND TWISTED AND FUCKED UP

I'm Sorry...

Wires

My Name Is Human

Bandcamp

F A D E D

CRVCIFIX

RARE

Neurotic

Lost

Feel Something

Full Circle

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by me.

Cover by me aswell.

Original : Smokepurpp & Travis Scott - Fingers Blue

𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑

save me

Raging alcoholism type track. 
@c3of
@lvstforpain
@ventingpalace
prod @wyntyr
Art @c3of @ventingpalace

[LORD DISTORTION]
Fuck an opp
Head leaking throw the molotov
Saw it off
Pussy pull up and he falling off
Fuck your set
Tuck that semi with the hover jet
Bus it then
Flip that product boutta come again

Lethalist weapon I'm trippin not seeing direction
Its Feverish dreams in a separate dimension
Firvilous figure that pistol go screeching its endless
Get left in the river so seeping and wetted

I whip out the beam and its ended
I sell to fiends in the section
Fuck with the piece with the weapon
I pop a bean to forget it

wanna come up at the set
Spaz go bussin instead
that mag blow bodies in check
Got your girl in the bottomless depths

[PAPA SLEEP]
Break in your house and I kick in your head
Sipping that dirty sipping that fluoride
Pigs pull me over I know that a cop died

I'm boutta bust
You bite the dust
Rip off the crust
No one to trust

Too much testorone blow out your veins
Play dead like a possum you all the same
You boutta blow like the drum in your mouth
You got that poor taste irony sweeter than sorbet

Baseball bat to the head we be playing blood sports
Dirty stick I pick it up right up off the ground
You so greasy cant get bound down
Bounce out
Ain't about the Gaza watch your luck run out
better getting to running now

[LVST]
ay ay

pull to yo block with the k

tucking the 40 right next to the blade

blade to yo face if you throwing that shade

ahhhhh

why are u pussys still sippin on lean

yall a clone of the image dont copy the team

heroin needles bitch i am a feen

epidermic king but im still lookin clean

plenty green
on the scene
with a beam
at yo spleen
russian cream
with the kush
wait she gotta bush
she talking to much had to tell her to sush
plot the 11 like reagan and bush

pussy so pink like strawberry crush
you be making no bands man u blow it and flush
stomp your head till u purple and turned into mush
u dont know bout my limits till all of them pushed

[VENTING PALACE]
I'M KICKIN THE BUCKET BITCH FUCK THIS
I NEED A NYMPHO WHO LOCKS LIPS
YOU AND YOUR OTHER STAY SMOKIN' THAT CAT PISS
RUN UP ON THE SET YOU GET PRICKED LIKE A CACTUS

TIP TOEING
SNEAK DISSIN'
DABBIN' UP
SOME LIVE RESIN
QUIT BITCHIN'
THE RAP GAME IS MY MISSION
YOUR FLOWS LAME
AIN'T CREATIVE
YOU BETTER GET BETTER
BEFORE WE TAKE OVER BOY
WHY ARE YOU FLEXIN
YOUR MUSCLES LOOK FRAGILE BOY
I KEEP A KNIFE IN MY CORDUROYS
JUST IN CASE ANYONE LACKIN JOY

GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP
GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP

GAZA 2500 w/ SAINT SLEEP, LVST, VENTING PALACE [PROD. LUCY WYNTERS]

PROD @SNAKEPITCH

LYRICS:
ay its apache
hanging dope sick in tha crypt 
im still an addict
never say  no to a conflict
im the chevy
blasting bullets out the windows bitch 
im always ready
to start war i got a deathwish
im fucking done 
go and run
last thing you see is the barrel of my shotgun
buckshot make sure ill hit everyone
of you motherfuckers thinking this is only fun
line you up and blast your fuckers brains out one by one
when i feel lonely
i pop me an oxy
my heads numbing slowly
in my head pain only
my thoughts unholy
think about death alot
i will never stop
yuh

CRYPT [PROD. SNAKEPITCH]

ft. @kam9g prod @lucyfxr
lyrics:

apache:
all these pills fucking with my brain
pop them mofuckers daily to just numb the pain
everyday, im insane 
life is going down the drain
i cant help it i just gotta do it all again
im insane
blood is streaming out my veins

im fucked up
pussy wassup
meet me in alleyway just to get ur shit rocked
crack heads pussy wassup
still aint loving the cops

oh my oh my 
suicide on my mind
all i got is my mic
to pour my problems into at  the night
call it a song upload it on spotify
all my fans are happy while i wanna cry

call me a bitch but this life aint worth living all the time
depression be kicking in late at night
nothing gets me happy not even my bitch
i will never smile not even if i was rich

6. DESERT EAGLE (FT. KAMASUTRA9G) [PROD. LUCYFXR]

prod @pxlse

lyrics depth strida:

the legacy is back, its apache fuckin strida time
12 gauge fat shotgun bro aboutta pay the fine
torture him in my chamber 
red dots many laser
fuck him up
meet me later
pull up in pulses beamer
the masks aboutta crack
theres nothing i could hidemayne
you want me on a track
 but that shit not my type aye
apache on the lmg
and we put you up in light ay
fuck with us you get wet up
im not comparing size ay

uh fuck hit the uppercut
and you spit some blood
uh tell me what the fuck was up?
you dont got no bloods
uh catch me sneakin thru your block
hit apache walk
uh no i cannot stop
make his  fuckin body pop

apache:

the fucking king is back
ready to attack
hand out packs 
to the junkies who need crack
always armed with my strap
mac 11 drum mag
pull up in the night with a mask on
alright staying in the dawn
chopper and the ar
drum mag fmj yuh
still beneath the read
u pussies is fake yuh
really did the race yuh
and i never say no
pop pop big chopper on deck yuh

5. DROP! (FT. DEPTH STRIDA) [PROD. PULSE]