Fenrir

Alloy

Swallowing Centipedes

Istasha The Scrub - IBEX

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by wadjet
cover art by fxckjamie

(Lyrics)

Yeah I’m still a fucking dead man 
Walk around your block, no emotion I be deadpanned
I’m a killer, see my red hand
Throw you in the river, til you wash up on the wet sand
Ain’t no secret im a sinner
(I’m a sinner)
No redemption, not a glimmer
(Not a glimmer)
Lost cause to the grave
Never want to be saved
There’s no coming back ‘cause now I’m too depraved 

Here to fuck up again 
I can’t be defeated I’m a god among men 
Doing what I intend
Aint no interfering with me that’s a dead end

All that talk’s a waste
Simply toxic waste
and I wrecked all my bridges 
no respect for these bitches
Need a check just to finish 
like damn

Always talking like they made it
Half the fucking scene’s simply full of imitation 
Why we still up on the same shit?
Yeah I swear god, I’ve been loosing all my patience 
I wasn’t planning on this song
wasn’t til wadjet sent the beat I’m on
I Didn’t think it’d be long
Until I drop dead but shit I guess I was wrong

[Outro]

( Here to fuck up again
All that talk’s waste
Simply toxic waste )

HEMOPHILIA (PART 2) [PROD. WADJET]

Blazing Shadows (1)

Basstrix

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

LINEUP:
@DEPTHSTRIDA
@ISTASHA
@C3OF
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@FUKKSAILOR
@PRODKXISER

ARTWORK:
@C3OF
@PRODKXISER

PRODUCED BY:
@FUKKSAILOR

MIXING BY:
@FUKKSAILOR

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

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3RD DIVISION

Miskatonic [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
With the all black mask full of tricks
Keep I keep it out of risk
What's enough?
When they ask what I miss
What do we say 
Running it back reminisce

I Stick in the backbone 
My spinal tap is sucking stone 
Straight down the marrow 
Like some shit I cannot swallow 
Go back 
Can't trace
I won't cut shit shit through 
Like the strain on my net 
Can't dodge the path 
I won't forget it now
Tie one last chord until it fits me aight 

You got blood; black 
Pumped full of petrol 
Okay 

I got HUDs stained 
Tracks like a metro
Okay 

I'll derail
This square no tetra 
Out of touch there's a stigma of rust surrounded by mech its okay 

Carry all black tired
I express on my face 
I address shit quick 
Cut bags full of weight
In the veins
And attire out of space 
I leave my eyes at the table 
And i let go of this place

I Wish I Was At Home Playing Mass Effect 2 Right Now

Lyrics:
Leave it down to the decimal
Losing count 
It’s identical 
Undefined by my enamel 
Bite the parts I pardon 

I must have fucked up my retina 
I see gallons 
Started dripping down the better part 
Ignite the Progress all Retarded 

Useless guided fuck 
Established 
Handheld 
Dripping down in puddles 
Padding brought the fall 
To an amateur bed 
Restart and crawl 
In a manner you get 

Never withdrawal
Back 
In a gimmick surrounded back draw
Backs
On the Lines that cut off like a call
Backs
Recycle the cause 
All black 

All black when 
I picture my eyelids 
Still manage to find something interesting riding the lines of my cornea 
I’ll keep my distance 
And viewed by recording  
Your process is stored in 20/20 HD 

Bet you still function in groups 
Bet that stays all of my income 
Think you’re the grace of the coup
Ride out the cinema Lincoln

LEAVE IT DOWN TO THE DECIMAL

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. W A S

I come alive at night
Sacrifice in sight
You're alone
Nobody cares about you now
You get a million dollar mansion and a boat
But you're still lower then if you were broke
Yea your ego fucking killed you long ago
Take my advice stop chasing the fucking dough
Demons waiting at the gates for those who don't
Fucking love each other stop the war

Thinking how i'm gonna end
Burn me down till im sand

I wanna know
Six can you tell me what it's like
To be this fucked up it ain't right
I got the paranoia kicking arghh

Keeper of the Slomber Days

KEEPER OF THE SLOMBER DAYS (prod. W A S)

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Istasha The Scrub - IBEX

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