Forgotten (Instrumental) - DEMO

Beat is from Booker T by Bad Bunny
Lyrics:
I’m doing my own thing, got the fuck out the hometown
Tore the leash off, buy my own fucking bones now
Bore the lease cost, got the most sound
Did what I wrote down back at my folk’s house
Screamed till I’m red-faced, breeze when I head bang
Leaving the scene knees are weak and my chest aches
Thousand dollar mattress, hundred dollar bed frame
Keep it low key, no key to a red ‘stang
Still drive the 4 door civic with the worn floor
Looking like if Boy George came up outta Mordor
Here in Happy Valley and my brain’s still fucking wartorn
Never ending forlorn, what do I need more for?
I got all I could need
But it’s number unknown on the caller ID
I don’t know what’s ahead, If I’m able to eat
Cause not a single fucking dollar is free
Processing fee, safety deposit
It’s hard to feel peace when they’re raping your wallet
Thou label thee lord, that ain’t quite what I call it
A pawn on the board to enable your profit
But what can I do?
I’m in the same sinking ship as you too
The lifeboats all went to the people who knew
That this shit was approaching ‘for they told the crew
Well, c’est la vie
We just gotta listen to the radar ping
While the missile is coming in at embarassing speed
Aimed at the core of the American Dream
Still we snore in our sleep
The death of success is so boring to see
Just a guest in the court of the west’s newest Kings
Not their jester by choice, it was given to me
Looking ahead there’s a fork in the road
Where are we goin’?
We can’t pick one alone
If we split up we’re toast, and the death’ll be slow
I hate frontin’ the pack
I’m no specialty breed
But if you’re scared with no map
You can follow my lead
Y’all better get the fuck up time to stand tall
Walk if I can’t run, limp if I can’t walk
crawl if I can’t limp, no shot I can’t crawl
Fight ‘till our hands all cut by the bandsaw
Behind enemy lines is where the energy lies
We can hide in plain sight in a friendly disguise
Go in ten at a time, inject venom and ride the momentum to…
…Fuck it

Bandsaw

Produced by me x @prodjvsper

FT. RVSE L.A - @user-671495432 - https://linktr.ee/rvsela

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LYRICS:

SpDoubleOG Verse:
Have I awakened? 
I'm tragically shaken
I am barely breathing at all

This body is vacant
My soul is forsaken
Yet life goes on and on

Are we meant
To
Be
More than we'll ever see
How can I
Break.....free?

I'm damaged, I'm broken
I fold, Texas holdem
Grew up as the joker
Tie this noose like a choker
I laugh, but It's hurtin'
My mask, like a curtain
This life, is uncertain
This life, is uncertain

RVSE.LA Verse:
Damaged from the pain
Trip I take again
As my tears fall just like rain
I run from the past
With stab wounds in my back
Are we meant to be
Are we destined for love
The universe 
Must be smiling on us
I hear bells in the background 
I see white doves
Red roses
Fix me up a nice potion
What’s the problem 
What’s the issue
Are we meant to be or isn’t 
I shine brighter in your system
Desperately want to be in it
Beam me up 
But probe me quickly
Do your worse 
Make me forget it
Meant to be
Made for me
Rarest being in the galaxy
Are we meant to be
Were you made for me
Rarest being in the galaxy

Meant To Be [FT.RVSE L.A]

Produced by me 

Vocals: Myself
Brother in law - RJ

Had a bit of fun making this - 

Lyrics: RJ's Verse:
My Bankai get on demon time
Bitch ain’t fuckin with me
Said,
My bankai stay on demon time
Bitch ain’t fuckin with me
That’s that shit
Shinigami on this bitch
Yoruichi  got that drip
Laced with heat
Burning fingers made this beat
Got espadas on retreat

Whoo

back and forth like the war with Quincy’s
a vasto lord with the sword when you need me
Soul king on dem hoes, let you know
The whole show, beneath me

I’m commin' smooth, like byakuya on his groove 
aye 
I’m cuttin' through 
Slay this beat and that’s the truth
Aye

SpDoubleOG Verse - 

Shikai...With my Getsuga Tensho 
Bankai... Gonna speed it up ten fold
Flash Step... Guess you can't see me
Shunko on a bitch call it "Yoruichi" 
Hitotsu, "I am the Blade" 
Futatsu, Call me Quincy made
Drippin I'm getting paid 
Yeah this substitute is here to stay

Hollowed - Hole in my chest
Whole squad with me ready to invest
The Reiatsu, Gotta be impressed
Got the eyepatch off - do you wanna place a bet? 

Soul Society we spin the block
Karakura town
Urahara know we in the shop
Cuz we training now 
Got my new nigga the soul king
He blessed me like I'm sulking
Black glizzy call it "Pocky" 
That's right I'm Kurosaki

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Soul Society - FT. RJ

Fleeting moments of joy
Something to fight for
A warm smile in a frozen world
Melting glaciers, we're gasping for air

Sinking into the endless
A park bench, a tree
Gasping for air

Melting glaciers, we're gasping for air

Fingernails crack and strands of hair fall out, as the teeth yellow
Bones ache and groan with every step

Melting glaciers, we're gasping for air

Glaciers

Written by: All Human / Adam Fisher
https://www.facebook.com/allhumanmusic/
https://www.instagram.com/allhuman?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
https://allhuman.bandcamp.com/

A cover of an All Human song that only exists in a live acoustic set. Had to take some liberties here and there, but this was always one of my favorite All Human tracks, and i've always wished it got a proper studio treatment. So this is my take, featuring my band, Eye of Mensis.

Lyrics:

Don’t look so confident in the gravel of the ground you’re on
And don’t ever feel bad about the bugs you crush just move along

You speak like a two year old with a diaper full of excrement
You look like you’re listening
There’s an elevator love song in our head

[Chorus]
We won’t let you go to school!

[Bridge]
So pick up a pen and stick it straight into the sky
Demanding explanation
We’ve been here long enough and we want answers

[chorus]
We won’t let you go to school
We won’t let you go to school
We won’t let you go to school
For fear that you’ll grow up to be better than us

[outro]
Ain’t that so, you know
Like an asshole in those years you scraped by


from Brittle Depictions, releases May 15, 2024
Vocals / production: Brandon Bzduch
Instrumental arrangement: Eye of Mensis
Fretless Bass: Samuel Chacon

God’s Perfect Little Asshole (feat. Eye Of Mensis)

Dig Up Her Bones (Misfits Cover)

new pajamas ft. Cide Effect

The Protocol Prod: James Bong

Like darts across the moonlight, the discarded humanities soar into starlight. The bells in the distance crashing as the angels come to watch me die. Hold me tightly, blood maps the rivers stretching out beyond time. A sad and broken figure carries the weight of your undoing, silently confessing their pain. At an empty monastery, wrapped in the thorns of a howling ghost. Crushed into ribbons, they bleed and plead… shouting at the sun, just let them go. Lay me down upon a bed of iron. Hold me down, clawing in desperation. Roots pulled up, the stiffening settles in, as the night air caresses through its bitter cold. Portraits of joyous men, shackled to the essence of the end. I’ve seen this life from the bottom. Fleeting this extinguishing life, this rotting flesh. Blood sheets draped on the painting of my landscape chest. Hesitation marks this night will release me. Screaming into the clouds just remember my name as you fall into the shroud. Die again, oh die again, this cycle has come around again. Then a wisp of dregs poured from your open orifice. A look of fear masked in a wave of figures releasing your earthly coil. Finally, finally, finality. Forever fixating, the cycle remaining. So beseech me, love; caress my eyes. Broken, severed, wasted. Choke down these years i’ve cast aside.