Forest Sounds (Prod. Dj Luxurious)

@spookyblack
@allankingdom
@bobbyraps
@psymun

doors

music video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cmjl7s-KliY

mixed by Doc McKinney

prod. https://soundcloud.com/psymun & spookyblack

sometimes, its hard not to notice
that smell of roses
nuzzled in your hair
for i, am struggling to focus
with you closing
in, quickly on my mind
how could i, explain this
without bringing on concern,
or, put it into words
now your eyes, lay heavy on mine
calling my return,
to the music slowly turn


dj khaled is my father (bonus) (prod. Psymun & Spookyblack) *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

Support this man : https://soundcloud.com/spookycorbin

Spooky Black - Reason (Prod. Doc & Thestand4rd)

wear n' tear (fuck it)

Icymix2k15

thestand4rd x wedidit
https://soundcloud.com/thestand4rd
https://soundcloud.com/wedidit-collective 
prod. by shlohmo, d33j, bobby raps, & psymun
https://soundcloud.com/shlohmo https://soundcloud.com/d33j https://soundcloud.com/bobbyraps https://soundcloud.com/psymun

corbin - worn (prod. by thestand4rd & wedidit)

Tracklist and interview: http://thefader.com/2014/12/16/fader-mix-thestand4rd-interview

FADER Mix: thestand4rd

[0:20-1:00] Verse 1
(Monotone rap-growl calm counting pills: Snare bone snaps march rhythm snapping spines, kick coffin slams heavy gas doors, sub-bass tar lungs wheezing—dread skin crawl glitches, creepy whispers "look... mirror...", flesh-ripping tears mid-line spooky apocalypse, sinister insect skitter intercut unholy drips.)
Look in the mirror and see who you are,
We are you helping you survive,
Can't trust the world we help you let go,
Burying the pain in amnesic memories.
You don't remember but we know all you hide,
Ten years passes with no memories of what I did,
15-17 nineteen to twenty nine years blank space no time no place no face.
[1:00-1:20] Chorus
(Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb: Glitch drops shatter chrome wire scrape tension, venom drip delays pool vomiting gurgles, dramatic screams warp evil 3D—echoing "walking... empty..." layers violent scary post-metal riffs, lingering torment void silence bursts psychotic grin echoes.)
Walking in a empty space I called my home,
A world inside while I ran on autopilot...
High out within my mind I hide from life breaking out in clips,
Frames chips of film play by smell tastes touch a panic rush...
This is the end of everything... (glitch drop void silence, bone snap resume, hollow holocaust wind howls)
[1:20-2:00] Verse 2
(Growl intensifies sinister: March verse snare bone snaps nightmare rhythm, kick coffin slams cyanide stabs, sub-bass tar lungs, chrome wire scrape glitches mid-line—chain rattles bound lust clank, unholy defecation drips spooky dystopian, haunting whispers intercut evil post-metal sprawl.)
Full of dread and the feeling of death I'm running from,
29 I'm awake for a moment to move to the next place in life.
Got married started a life memories shaky but I manage to stay in the light,
Seeping out into my eye the breaks in time were I fought to survive.
PSTD blacked out till 31 evolved by 38 sitting in a room,
With four unknown until I'm told that's not normal people don't do that.
[2:00-2:20] Chorus
(Deep wail choking escalates evil: Chrome scrape builds violent tension, venom drip reverb metal taste drips louder, glitch drops spooky static—screams fade hollow holocaust wind echoes, alien distortion warps creepy unease, psychotic grins cackle.)
Walking in a empty space I called my home,
A world inside while I ran on autopilot...
High out within my mind I hide from life breaking out in clips,
Frames chips of film play by smell tastes touch a panic rush...
This is the end of everything... (venom drip echo trails off, insect skitter fades)
[2:20-2:40] Bridge
(Tempo slows 90 BPM creepy voidcore crawl: Flesh-ripping tears intensify WWII flicker low-pitch screams, gas chamber whispers chanting "we... do...", distorted bass writhing worms burrow—glitch drop dread peak, chrome wire scrape venomous, chain rattles lust bound eternal.)
We don't work that way we do though no one understands,
Walk in infinity cosmic gate many I am so like shattered glass.
I'm so alone but not alone at all I feel you moving under my skin,
Their echoing voices of memories hello? You don't remember... (glitch drop dread peak, psychotic grin echoes venomous)
[2:40-3:00] Verse 3
(Growl returns with frenzy: March resumes building to chaos, sub-bass pulses, effects amp with memory glitches—whispers "talking... long..." layer in sinister echo.)
But we've been talking to you for a long time now you notice us,
Now we can come together to support you inside of hiding you in the light and dark.
Of dissociative mental states we are the love the fear the hope the destruction of you,
Protector lover the torched like black as embers glow.
[3:00-3:20] Chorus
Walking in a empty space I called my home,
A world inside while I ran on autopilot...
High out within my mind I hide from life breaking out in clips,
Frames chips of film play by smell tastes touch a panic rush...
This is the end of everything...
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Autopilot

Well, My Tongue Was In Love (Prod. lightbody)

early/quiet

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