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Smoking With The Gods prod. by Intellect

Performed By: Clockwork Indigo (Erick The Architect, Zombie Juice, Issa Gold, AK, Meechy Darko)
Produced By: The Architect
Mixed By: Leon Kelly, The Architect / Joe La Porta
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XYNO

This song i wrote quite some time ago. The ice problem of today is becoming one of the biggest epidemics of all time. Once you try this shit you will never go back. Please listen and share to spread awareness of one of the biggest problems this world has ever seen. Enjoy

Cold as Ice

Lyrics:
i use to be pretty weird, now i'm even bizzarer
i dream that disease or some freakish disaster deceases my father
i wanna take him to a street thats in gaza, without peices of armour
just to hear him scream as i'm leaving in laughter
and i'll be laughin till the evening after
even if half of his face has been beatin to nada
then i'll greet him with a liter of lava, 
so he looks like a leaking, half eaten fucken peice of lasagne
i'll send his family his teeth coz i rather
they know the mother fucker suffered so their greiving is harder
apparently he decided he had to flea to jarkarta
in indonesia, to start a new family with his partner
if thats what happened its ironic ive proceeded to barter
freaquently askin god if i can get some sleep for a starter
now after all these fucken years i'm recivein an answer
it turns out, all i need is a carton of some premium lager
the scene i'm a part a, increases the saga
where the grave that ive dug just gets deeper and darker
where the drinks get cheaper and they seem to be larger
and every groupie wants to be a penis massager, pleasin their master
but i can see through all their bleach and mascara
i'm keener to glass a diva with her pena calata
you always hear about a demon in prada
but the devil wears nike, adidas and even some dada
and neither a preist or a pastor or jesus the martyr
can preach their retarded beliefs to this creature i harbour
complete is the sargent, the teacher, the keeper and guarder
plus leading commander in cheif of immediate karma
its like i'm stuck inside a region of sparter
and though my rhymin is a weopon, my depressions a genius archer
please believe me, i don't mean to alarm ya
but tell dpart i'm gonna see him soon, as soon as i see my departure
and then i'm gonna go and meet him in scarbrough
with a cask of coolibah and a graffitists marker
then every single building on the beach can get marked a
TPW and NBD peice on its plaster
until then i'm just a creep of a crafter
streaming my artistry while getting weaker but smarter
in greek, i'm a freakin malaka who's sweeter than guava
but secretly sharper and cruler than the tools of a teedius barber
i see a mirage of a younger happy me
who had that deep hunger thats run my battery
weather it was a crumb or a hundred massive feeds
all i wanted to was become a rappin beast
and succeed, but their was somethin trappin me
the lumber jack in me, stumped, punchin back a tree
acid, weed, a bunch of passion p
and a dash of speed brung me this munted sanity
now i'm just a fucken numb and panicky
drunken brat in need of a bloody tonne of panadene
my breathing is stuffed coz my lung capacity
and i ain't even got the fucken funds to have a dream
when i drink burbon for fun my manners flea
you'd think i went to mother fucken cunt academy
able without a jacks then i flunked dramatically
to able without a jacks like its sons of anarchy
done with agony, so i take another sip and stare
at the beer bubbles rising, deciding this isn't fair
the ropes grippin my throat, i breathe a bit of air
shut my eyes then find i'm to fucken frightened to kick the chair
fuck!, this is for everybody who didn't care
for every chick who would rip and tear at my heart
while i'm sittin scared in the dark and their out suckin a bigger pair
for every tourcherous foul slut i considered rare
for every friend that i treated as my own flesh
who fucken dogged me for some reefa or some dope sex
i could protest, but leavin it alone seems easier then no friends,
and being on my own gets 
i'm on the home stretch, the conclusion is close
as soon i choose to be known as a human or ghost
just know that when my deaths gruesome and gross
ive always had a fucken room full of nooses and notes, cunt

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XYNO - Clockwork Indigo (The Flatbush ZOMBiES + The Underachievers)

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Meechy Darko - Gotta
Produced By: The Architect
Mixed By: Joel Gutman, Leon Kelly & The Architect
Artwork By:  Ellington Hammond

RECORDED AT THE NORTH POLE.
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Meechy Darko - Gotta (Prod. By The Architect)

Flatbush ZOMBiES  - MRAZ

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Prod. Rich Flyer & Erick Arc Elliott

Flatbush ZOMBiES x The Underachievers - No Religion

(Verse 1):
Last month I was killin crowds and rappin at the nation, now I'm back to basics, fillin out at a maccas application, I have the patience, still I doubt my tracks can catch some payments, so I have to wait until I've found the tactics that can make em, 
But that's some plastic chasin, I ain't rhymin for cash, but then again I need money for the fines that I have, for the price of a pack a durries and the lisence I had,
Because I lost it drink drivin I'm glad I didn't die in a crash
My mum cried then collapsed, she's so ashamed of me,
 I got wasted and wasted my way to get from a to b,
2013, yeah my slate was clean
Now I'm goin back to court, I oughta cut this vein and bleed, why won't these cravings leave, it's like I have to drink, 
I'm at the brink of prison I wish that I had the strength, 
Drink driving...Id I hate to know what ash would think, I guess it's what my habit brings coz it's seem like

(Hook):
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past

(Verse 2):
A fucken disgrace, I go and make another mistake, whenever I do, my family, they suffer and ache, it sucks, coz they already have enough on their plate, I know ga's dying still I staystuck in my ways, I'd love to escape, I'm tempted just end this shit
Press my wrist against a knife and let it fucken enter it
I accept that I'm demented and I tend to flip, but lately I just feel I'm forgetting what a friendship is
Do friends exist? Coz man id like to see one
When I cry for help, they just clarify I need some
Or they have a cry and nag coz I just seem drunk, that's because only when I'm maggot I can be numb 
Rappin like a mean cunt, livin like an emo, tears have got me constantly sniffing like some cheap blow, mums yellin and I'm thinkin I should leave home, I don't really wanna leave tho, coz its seems like

(Hook):
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past

(Verse 3):
It's hard to relax, I feel like I'm starting from scratch, a carton of jacks reveals all the darkness attached, in this heart that I have, it's just garbage its trash, as karma attacks I wanna change the past that I had, I'd ask for a dad, a vision, a bigger peak, concentration, a misses that didn't cheat, a better school, more ambition, a different seat, I wish I wasn't the kid who'd wish for a stick a weed,
But this is me, I've reminisced for to long, but when your stuck in reverse its a bitch to move on, then it's dismissed, I spit this new a song,
Sayin how I never planned one bit to do wrong, I ripped a few bongs, A young count proud, till the drugs run out and you punch ones mouth, now your older and just love crowds, but what goes up, must come down, coz it feels like

(Hook):
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past



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