SERVERS DEFROSTING.... /// DEAD ON SIGHT RETURNS AGAIN......

LINEUP:
@C3OF
@NOGOODNIK
@WASTEYUTERAPPER

PRODUCTION:
@STVRFIRE

MIXING:
@ZYROM

ARTWORK:
@WITHLOVEFROMKAIN & @C3OF

LYRICS
[HOOK]X2
Go and get all the launch codes
Defrost all the servers
Cyber caravan on these silk roads
Find your way to hell with the cursor

[@C3OF]
Naked and afraid
Of the places that I never been
Let the RAM exceed all the precedents
Weapon for the president
Button in the grasp in the devils and the keys that push
Just got a key of that kush
Same shit they smoked when they flipped the switch for the first time
Dead on sight turn it right back online
We was there from the start in the bytes and the dots
Pro war anti life equation found a home where it's vacant
Invasion on these lower life forms
Hypborean utopia born to be bored
Skeletons smoke blunts while they play war games
Same as it never was pulling on the plug
Let the age go dark
Let the nukes go off
Turn the clock back
Till there's no more road blocks on the war path taste wrath

[HOOK]X2
Go and get all the launch codes
Defrost all the servers
Cyber caravan on these silk roads
Find your way to hell with the cursor

[@NOGOODNIK]
I just need my oil, ointment
Anointed the proselytize about the paths better off avoided
Tracks are digging through the soil, the silence, it spoils, the mind
Maybe I shoulda sticked to the soylent
Oh to feel the flesh that bore the weight
Immortality in retrospect's so boiler plate
Hindsight and infinite time to ponder possibilities
I never thought the pattern seeking would destroy the brain
Toil away see what the poison paints
Stone raised did his bro look like a boy to Cain
Stone faced as he didn't question the profane
However sense the only person could spare him this pain
I'm hovering round the power pack that still has juice
Around the perfect little normal I can never come back to
Will it fade to black or just hitting act two
The chassis beat to shit but the batteries brand new

[HOOK]X2
Go and get all the launch codes
Defrost all the servers
Cyber caravan on these silk roads
Find your way to hell with the cursor

[@WASTEYUTERAPPER]
I find like its finally fine
Opened up the eyes and my smile start to shine
All grass burns so that I could get high
Gods greatest gripe was human kind
I don't really know what I'm given
Burn the whole world in one instance
Everything shifted
Little pretty bitches
With they faces missing
I guess it was a safe decision
More weed saved less time spent kissing
That sound like a lil 5 star visit
I'm so glad that time is never ending
But its also never starting
Cant miss the mark if you got no target
Steady smoking blunts in Eden's garden
Dancing on flowers in my old doc martins
Head in the clouds, but my feet be on the market
World in my hand and we still steady sparking

CYBER CARAVAN

SERVERS DEFROSTED /// BROKEASHELL.DLL LOADING.....

LINEUP:
@NOGOODNIK
@C3OF
@WASTEYUTERAPPER

PRODUCTION:
@HOME_LESS

MIXING:
@ZYROM

ARTWORK:
@C3OF & @WITHLOVEFROMKAIN

LYRICS - https://genius.com/Dead-on-sight-dark-matter-blues-lyrics

DARK MATTER BLUES

/// ALL SYSTEMS GO. /// RUN SILENTHILLFOG.EXE...

LINEUP:
@STVRFIRE
@C3OF
@DHAELO
@WASTEYUTERAPPER

PRODUCTION:
YŪJĪN (www.youtube.com/@prodyjn)

MIXING:
@ZYROM

ARTWORK:
@C3OF

LYRICS
[@STVRFIRE]
I'm an old man now
Almost 30 years old and now receiving handouts
I've got nothing really planned out
I'm an underground Soundcloud legend
I'm happy how it panned out
Made lifelong friends
Not chasing trends
This is what helped me to stand out
RIP Soundcloud
It's that damn TikTok, man
And it's that damn clout

[@C3OF]
Two sides to every story I don't wanna hear them
Rather be stubborn make my own events up
Left for dead in the desert seen oasis in your arms
What a waste no regard
In the waves of the sand no tree but I taste the cracks in your palm
Pain course through them all carry it like anchors in a sea of regret
Day of defeat marked on my calendar
So excited I been counting every minute every hour
I'm so scared of dying all alone
Rich or poor no one knows from your skeleton
Decompose decompress what a mess
Mangled by your words in a vacuum yeah I heard what you said
I don't mean no disrespect make you undress the wounds that you left
Don't address the trauma that you dealt
Don't forgive don't forget everyone has got a price but I'm inexpensive
Shield is not included so I'll never be defensive
What a great purchase now I'll always be indebted
Don't forget to leave a message

[@DHAELO]
I don't know what had happened to me
Reminiscing all the times where I'm acting too deep
Only thing mattered was the piece of paper when I get out
Or whether if I believe in a god or if I sense me a doubt
Swapping a different bubble while I'm not feeling appreciative
Just like the old one but feels different enough to differentiate it
Does it instantiate the things I wanna do while I still breathe?
Maybe it's just the system or my mindset; whatever my will leaves
I don't write as a native 'cause it just feels so escaping
Not until my cadence's waking its inner mind, I'm making—
A sense without a translation, no spit and shine but I'm aching
That all the stupid hating will ruin my training
Painting the white tape in the color of candy canes, eh
Or feel profane of things in my head that I don't attain but
Hey, it's considered a bad habit and I'm the only one to blame
I eat shit up like fast food, it feels so convenient this way

[@WASTEYUTERAPPER]
I just waste my time
Spend every night getting high
I know why
I just find
Eyes tantalized
Feeble mind
Always telling lies
Why even try
Silly little guy
Mom called me complacent
Wonder where my days went
Waking up faded
I'm adjacent
Chasing my tail inside this circle
Where did the earth go
Lighting up quick then burn slow

MORNING MIST

EXECUTE DAY1REUNION.EXE /// REVIVAL SIGHT 25.09.2025

LINEUP:
@WASTEYUTERAPPER
@C3OF
@NOGOODNIK
@DISTORTIONTHE1

PRODUCTION:
@STVRFIRE

MIXING:
@ZYROM

ARTWORK:
@WITHLOVEFROMKAIN & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[@WASTEYUTERAPPER]
God dammit I did it again
Runnin' from feds then hoppin' the fence
Whippin' the Benz and crash in the fence
I did it again I did it again
They say I'm the best it get to my head
Look how I'm dressed Burberry vest
Smokin the boof, blue in the head
Cant even breath pain in my chest
I don’t understand where I ever been
I been lookin like a has been who never has been
Passion for hash I'm never passin'
Diamond studded strut in satin
Always losing my direction
Blessing, pest with influences
Ever since the wind blew in my sails
And pushed me right into you again
Who is this kid?
Really think he doin shit
DOS on the ground cause we already flew this bitch

[@C3OF]
Smoking USBs better back up
Backstabbed by the whole world now it's your turn
Hit the button now the earth stopped
Got a Rock Revival wristwatch
Got its hands from the doomsday clock
My roster made of monsters from the 30s
"Imposter", says the man who sold the world for a perc 30
Hit pause then rewind
My thoughts sound like bee hives
Fell behind had no sight
Now I seen the future, it was so bright that I live blind
I streamlined my XP
I min maxed and I'm still weak
I'm smoking blunts made with mince meat
DOS is back in action save the replay
Need no cheat codes or wall breaks just to get an essay
Sweet talk or blacktops eviscerated when the song drops
Long awaited long debated born to fail check the carbon dating

[@NOGOODNIK]
Check the carbon dating 
The half life gets the Geiger buggin'
Profit off the caravan, fat and happy cyber smuggling
Walking like an anvil got me beat by half a step
Till I meep meep around the ACME branded Baphomet
Bad actors turned wack rappers with time and a budget
Grand standing clad in flak jackets they’re hiding from nothing
Dime a dozens want my two cents, that's a bad deal
The rich as fucks want all but two cents, that's a brand deal
The beast with two heads wanna rest but the head is beast with two backs 
I fail to feel any competitive edge when only I can hold my own ascendancy back
I fail to be a better man without some benefits to bank
Better see my name in lights or printed off the ticker tape
Bene Gesserit level guessin' on when the luck stops
Throwin' out the writs till one sticks the pen is buckshot

[@DISTORTIONTHE1]
I done made it out of the field I hit the gridlock 
Now they wonder how did it feel? 
Can't tell I’m pissed off 
Dooming all these bitches got me feeling like I’m id Soft(ware)
I done seen ‘em lie about motion I’m feeling ripped off 
One two, stepping ahead
While you making a bed 
Just for, making a check
I been, losing my head 
Over confident laughable puffing out they chest 
Over it I’m feeling like (Dj) Khaled I suffer from success 
Second guessing 
Ever stepped in this direction 
Cooling wit’ my day ones until its Armageddon 
All the lessons that I learned and I still kept it level headed 
Imma hold it down and its regardless where I’m headed fuck

REVIVAL SIGHRT

KREMLING KREW

KREMLING KREW FT. LORD DISTORTION

THE FIRST DEAD ON SIGHT TRACK.

LINEUP:
@NOGOODNIK
@DISTORTIONTHE1

ARTWORK:
@C3OF

PRODUCTION:
@THEOFFICIALWRANTICS

MIXING:
@DISTORTIONTHE1

LYRICS:
(@NOGOODNIK)
King shit, king shit, we rappin on our king shit,
 throne been carved from the bones o’ tsars
So bizarre, Nap time like Bonaparte, flow is so sick in the head 
comatose victims I leave em for dead 
im league of my own when I ball on these bitches,
Leave em alone sticky backs like I’m switches
Flippin my shit off a swisher, Im killer, im chillin, the villain of every saturday cartoon, catastrophe planners best start soon, 
Far from the worst man im stunnin 
Harsh with the words, man, im struttin
This nothin yall hail as the best man im blue in the face
This too bias man im Funke-in
If you think you see me you buggin, Everyday’s struggle, like now your joe budden, like now you cant focus just all of a sudden,
Come for the throat like your girl need some lovin?
Nogood been a goat, shit plain to see,
Nogood do the most, shit, thats plain to me
So good when he flows, he changin the scene
The omega gon kill it y’all jus wait and see

(@DISTORTIONTHE1)
They ain't buffer than me 
Pull out the stick and they one with the sea 
Got a hunger for beef, chop up the calf and we come for the feast 

I might just flex on you kids 
Might need an expert to excerpt the cyst 
Pull out the metal that's left on my hip 
Sever the leg and the head and the lips 

You a sissy boy I know you never doin shit 
You get into it I might just have to plea the fith 
It's always kinda funny how you people seem to drip 
Dump em where it's muddy, leave em as a leaking mess

Skeletor, grip on the harpoon 
Drawing the weapon like cartoons 
Doing the things that it's hard to 
Look at the way that my arms move 

Lost in the valley like star dew 
Spraying your brains in the washroom 
It takes like nothing to stop you 
Guess I'll be waiting  for part two

NoGoodNik & Lord Distortion - Comatose (Prod. Wrantics)(DEAD ON SIGHT EXCLUSIVE)

COMATOSE

WELCOME TO THE SIMULATION

LINEUP:
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@YUNGWIMBO
@C3OF
@VENTINGPALACE

ARTWORK:
@C3OF

PRODUCTION:
@DNATHARAPPER

MIXING:
@VENTINGPALACE

LYRICS:
(LORD DISTORTION)
Beretta shephard take you down to many levels 
Hella bellows coming out and roaring 
Scraping out the tent, your entry level 
I'm the tendril devil, groping you to hell the ghetto
Pull up in the chevy, metal shooting out the clip till death it's settled

But you Cease to be a threat 
Rub the feces on your flesh 
That PCP to give him rest 
Now the blue beam seem to be correct

I'm flexing out the cold north 
Desecrate your cohorts
Decorate the hemisphere with weapons like a cold war

(YUNG WIMBO)
I get the bag cuz I put in the work
Im blowing up so they call me yung kurt
Pop me a perc, Give em a smirk
Fuck with the dogs and get hurt, get put in herse
Sipping the mud never sip dirt
I got the guns so i shoot it like merc
I got the funds so i spend it like durk
I got the drugs so i sell it like clerk

Semi on me and it’s testing
Run up on me you gon lose your intestines
Ain’t no og, but you guessed it
Bitch you ain’t run the game I reffed it
And I checked it
You ain’t got funds in the bank
You ain’t as good as you think
Talking the shit like a septic tank
Don’t give a fuck what the fuck you think, bitch

(PAPA SLEEP)
Bodies get sold like a cold war mine dud
Hit the cold floor spill the blood up on the fucking rug
Chugging pesticide huffing petrol at your fucking ride

Dial 1800 hate your fucking life darknet type of sale
Hit the 9th circle flow is cold as hell
Trade you for some blow afraid of all the pale labyrinths where I dwell

Angel dust nap
Barcode tat on your neck that's a wrap
Out the rope in the bag
Do the 100 mile dash to the king with the rash when you fuckers searching for the fame that never last

(VENTING PALACE)
I’ve got a life and now I’m deemed irregular
Roll up a j, and fuck up my inhibitors
Watching you bleed, man that shit is spectacular
Rolex, a Patek don’t matter when you are dead

DOS Changed the game bitch
(dead on sight, dead on sight, dead on sight)
Ain’t nobody else the same bitch
(dead on sight, dead on sight, dead on sight)

COLD WAR (Single)

COLD WAR

ALL SYSTEMS REBOOTED...... DEAD ON SIGHT IS BACK...... WELCOME TO THE SIMULATION.

LINEUP:
@C3OF
@NOGOODNIK
@VENTINGPALACE
@LVSTFORPAIN

PRODUCTION:
@VENTINGPALACE

MIXING:
@VENTINGPALACE & @LVSTFORPAIN

ARTWORK:
@C3OF

LYRICS
(@C3OF)
Reboot the systems restart the program
Dead on sight back to life I couldn't wait for this moment
1 to the 0
Screen looking red on the run from the bureau
Dreaming of mushroom clouds in the basement
No one to tattle everything look like a wasteland

Everyone died and I'm sick of complaining
We had a cold war where you be staying
Missiles pointed at the crib and I ain't really with it target in my eyes I be getting sick from radiation might have lost my mind boutta destroy everything I see now
Pinpoint
Where you live
You a big boy now you'll always walk with no limbs

(@NOGOODNIK)
Back in this bitch, no intro needed, war in the cold, so we bringin heaters
The alphas out raising the defcons, cookin this mean shit packin the teflon
Dons, openin doors for us, stop, you dont want a war wit us,
Nah, this for your survival if dos want the title you know we go primal
Our rivals always been in past tense, you wont get the same shit from back then,
Just copped some bags outta Saks fifth, free if you go and toe tag shit
No tech
Still go chro magnon with the weaponry
Bells up in the high tower from the top rung we gon let it ring

(@VENTINGPALACE)
All you bitches executables
Load my code, destruction's beautiful
Cables seeping through my cuticles
Dos bust in your cubicle

Painting your skeleton red and black
As you sit rotten in front of your pc screen
Cutting the rope, I might cut him some slack
His girl cry off her makeup on pov

We back baby,
Tear at the seams of your reality
Dead on sight the only power that be
Bowing down to the singularity

My vision in binary
You thinking it's dormant
But I'm telling you that these numbers can see
They taking you hostage for some dopamine
Stay a little longer and they'll wipe you clean

(@LVSTFORPAIN)
Dos
Make you set a mess
I mean no offense
But your music tends
To be kinda shit
The beats that u picky
Be sounding like dicky
Please stop all the ripping
Talk yo shit
You melovalant prick
Just know I could be lurking in the bushes with a stick
Feel like it is bo when I hit you with the flick
Bitch I know u is the type to like to say you gettin lit
Thats sick
Im sick
Of shit
Like this
Please stop
You bitch
U sound
Like shit
Man u aint worthy of spit
When u see egirls u fantisize drinking there piss
U is so cringey I thought that your music ironic
Our clips like the plague man the scale is bubonic
Chambered a round ran around like hes sonic
I got glock with a stock fuck a rocket

DEAD ON SIGHT

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