Shoutout to @danielsgone, @miyorator, @navvvi, @the0000, @lvstforpain, @ssjcxrpse, @stvrfire & @dhaelo for additional vocals at the end, wouldn't have anyone else help me burn the world down.

WITH: @LVSTFORPAIN & @DANIELSGONE
PROD: @SSJCXRPSE
MIX: @ZYROM & @LVSTFORPAIN
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[LVST]
People make me sick
Always leave me hungry straight sucking
Up on a dick
Always about cuffing ain't fucking with any bitch
I ain't trust no person, no human I won't give in
Always catch me in a bad habit
Like a jackrabbit I be jumping I ain't passive
Molasses knee-deep in acid
They call my ass a faggot
Like damn it, you got me laughing
Yo pussy passive rapping ain't happening pick up the actin
Please pick up the action
Please pick up the action
Killing every faction I fraction the ones that back in
You ain't working hard you be lifting without ya back in
Your mix got hella highs but where the fuck is all the back end
You can catch a backhand
Acting like hoe
You ain't own a pole you super sweet like oreo
You gon hold her hand and take that bimbo fucking home
Get no fucking dome got no respect you brittle boned

[SAINT SLEEP]
I've been steady losing hope
In the people on this planet
I just hope they fucking vanish
Every day that pass I just seem to get a little sadder
People on the street asking why my skin is suffocation blue
Get the fuck up out my face
Had with your ways I just hope you waste away I be counting down till its doomsday
Mark it on your planner and your calendar we playing ding dong ditch on the gates of heaven
Population control blow this mad world into pieces
Worn out places with these worn-out ghosts
Everybody walk off of the cliff looking for a job post
Jaw broke when they took a bite out of what's left of my hope
Push the deadline back close the shop for good we ain't ever selling shit again
Fishing through the bargain bin looking for my soul but I spent all my savings on a pole

[DANIELS GONE]
Picking up the pieces
Corner slang diseases
By the seasons
Niggas wanna stick
But carry no adhesive
Done with preaching to you niggas
I've accepted all the dumb and heartless
How am I gon trust you?
When you filling up your lungs with carbon
Dopamine fiends
High off ya ego
We don't share no commonwealth
Puerto Rico
Sticking needles like mosquito uh
On the social feeding your libido
All these kiddies filling in as a placebo
Shut the fuck up
Homie you was pussy from the jump
Niggas fuck around and flexing fake pumps
Snorting coke
Brain muck
Cancerous
I think I feel a lump
Fuck around and disappear like trump
Sick of feeling shrunk
Sick of being piled with the junk
I don't want them corny niggas in my bunk
Hella chatty when you drunk
Fake woke role-playing as a monk
Everybody got they shit but no spunk
No spunk
No spunk

[OUTRO]
If you wanna see the world burn say ayy ohh
If you wanna break some bones say ayy ohh
If you sick of living brittle say ayy ohh
If you wanna disappear and know nobody cares say ayy ohh

Black Lotus Emporium

Brittle Bones ft. LVST & daniels gone

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Brittle Bones ft. LVST & daniels gone [prod. cxrpse]

prod. by bardo 

lyrics

Bada bing, bada bam 
Jersey boy still lives in trance 
At a glance
The garden state may all be filled with rotten plants 
The plot demands a twist like the top of a canister 
On the other hand, my plans were never even manicured 
To begin with, I can’t manage hurt 
Or convince them with cans of worms 
With my conviction as thick as my flannel shirt
Damned dreams, I heard  
My view of life was built on a curve 
Some things ain’t meant to be, but my fantasies can observe 
Deficits and tendencies 
Identities emerge, inadequate
Ain’t that some shit?
Motherfucker, you got some nerve 
Talking to me like I’ve got so many things to lose 
Walking with me 
Thoughts up in a knot
Like the lace on my shoes 
With this crazy view 
Sit up late and ruminate on the truth 
Maybe one or maybe two assumptions 
That’ll make me fume 
Light this fuse with this mic 
On a night of few thoughts 
On pins and needles 
Life is lethal
Feels just like a flu shot 

See, I cannot decide 
Whether it’s cause I’m high or sanctified 
Whether it’s my mental growth  
Or the strength these pills provide 
I guess I’ll live to find 
The clear cut truth or ruthless lie 
Across the way, I will be crucified 
Ride slow, drive slow 
While my mind floats 
Between the comfort of euphoria 
And blind hopes 
Mind you, I’ve had my eyes glued to the clues 
Sink my teeth in grief 
Till I lose every single tooth 

A feeling that extends from my heavy heart to this pen 
Seven sins 
And seven reasons to sin again 
The truth is awfully tense
I would rather just go pretend 
That I had a lover and a couple new loyal friends 
Discover happiness through a glassy rose colored lens 
Since the beginning, I’ve anticipated the end 
Like the end of a razor blade 
Days will sever my flesh 
Roses with thorns 
At the core, that’s where my loneliness stems 
My tendencies are chemically sound 
And tend to be overly dependent 
On the chemicals found 
I could ingest them then infect my chest 
Until my heart pounds 
Till I’m progressively aggressive 
As I flesh out these sounds 
And fucking drown 
Anxiety may tire me out 
Like society 
One side of greed will pry and weep out 
I need a variety 
Of pills to keep my needs appeased now 
For satiety 
Thinking back on the past 
And why everybody lied to me 
Symmetry for these similes 
Don’t reflect in my face 
Everyone’s reckless 
Smoke and mirrors 
Leave you breathless and blank 
Through my heart of glass 
I poured an ounce of poison and then settled back 
Reflecting on the past while still trying to do the mental math 
On why everyone thinks I’m doomed 
Like I’m wearing a metal mask 
Gentle laughs follow the hollow silence 
And mental lapse 
At the center of my depression 
And precious path 
Press control, delete and enter 
When I start to crash 

See, I cannot decide 
Whether it’s cause I’m high or sanctified 
Whether it’s my mental growth  
Or the strength these pills provide 
I guess I’ll live to find 
The clear cut truth or ruthless lie 
Across the way, I will be crucified 
Ride slow, drive slow 
While my mind floats 
Between the comfort of euphoria 
And blind hopes 
Mind you, I’ve had my eyes glued to the clues 
Sink my teeth in grief 
Till I lose every single tooth

NEW JERSEY DRIVE

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced @zepelinbeats, @zyllerbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

PIRANHA TANK

prod. by gmp & zaki ali

LYRICS
When darkness starts to give way to a sunrise and I’m wide awake 
I try make some sense of the feeling, peeling desire away 
I’m tired of days with too little sunshine and too much shade, I may 
Aspire for a messiah 
Higher up on the hill, I lay 
Border on the edge of artist and jester 
Still carrying carnage
Careful, I’m burying stars I shot, just a scary glimpse 
With a fit that is all white, but Aria’s not Aryan 
All these thoughts I’m airing out 
Can’t catch my breath
I’m staring out the window of this half way house 
I’m half way down my downward spiral 
Like my idols 
This path may excite all of my rivals 
Till they’re victims of my visions that i stifled with these rhythms 
Cycles of my sick condition recycles this shit depression 
i’m psycho, no second guessing with this slight discretion 
I’ve invested years and months to dream this up with a new bright expression 
This scene is fucked 
This mic is strengthened by inflections kept in the confines of my mind 
I can’t find a semblance of a sense of any meaning 
Skeptical, but since I’m leaning towards hope
I’ve been misreading horoscopes i’ve been receiving 
Just to cope and keep on dreaming 
Too deep, I’m sick of being horrid
Fuck a moral code and any of my inner feelings 
I’ve considered leaving just to ghost you
Seeming bored, still sick
Revealing stored up bitterness and lack of healing 
Any willing participant will dismiss this veiling that I’m hailing as expired 
Sing me to sleep like a canary, I’m far from tired 

I build and i climb 
Up these hills at night 
Try to touch the sky, but I fall back and I decline 
I built me a shrine 
Of daydreams and some lies 
That may seem out of reach 
But it’s the way that i get by (X2)

Shallow, despite what you plea 
That’s just life at its steepest 
Air my lungs out at the thought of who you’d rather go sleep with 
This heart of glass you kept captive shattered this Pisces to pieces 
Gather my thoughts like I’m sweeping shards off the facts  
I’ve been keeping my eyes set on direction 
Though my perception is weakened 
All that’s set and what’s finished left me these remnants of secrets 
Ruminate on what grief even gets me 
Tweaking, I eat less 
So I just feed off delusion until my face becomes beet red 
Bite the bullet
Beauty’s illusion mimics figments of wishful times
My heart and mind stay misaligned 
But these divine, conflicted times restrict my eyes from distant lies 
That been described as hives 
Inflict my pride with strides 
I can’t deny this vigorous regimen 
Lead me to vent and binge on potent pills from the medicine cabinet 
Ever since, It’s been habit to have a pinch 
I’ve been itching
Risk existing
Rather hinge my jaws on these tablets till withdrawals
Off the wall, I’m bat shit 
Find resolve in a casket 
I’m a monster
I’m a freak
I’m unwanted 
Watch me bleed all of these dreams till I conjure enough courage to feel redeemed
And all these stains may close in on my face 
When she told me, “All the ways I coped won’t ever kill the pain 
In the end, I’ll feel the same 
And forced to stay and forced to blame myself for all this shame remains” 
It feels like tryna dry my eyes out in the pouring rain
This fucking story frame is void of range 
And I don’t think there’s much of anything else more to say
This fucking story frame is void of range 
And I don’t think there’s much of anything else more to say
This fucking story frame is void of range 
And I don’t think there’s much of anything else more to say

I build and i climb 
Up these hills at night 
Try to touch the sky, but I fall back and I decline 
I built me a shrine 
Of daydreams and some lies 
That may seem out of reach 
But it’s the way that i get by (X2)

at the point of no return.

4ria - RUDIMENTARY RULES OF ERADICATION

4ria - AFTER-HOURS IN THE ABYSS

Track 2 from "DEATHLY FOLLY" by 4ria

produced by llouis
additional production by zaki ali and 4ria
written and performed by 4ria 

4ria - FOOLS PARADISE

prod. VEINN & CASTLECORPS

Lyrics:

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

Neck yourself
Making me laugh you think a vest will help
Hahaha
Might wanna check yourself
Like you was putting something Nike on
One call green light and we get 'em gone
Mason Margiela sweater stepping in some Louboutins
Its umbrella weather waiting for the slip and fall

(But wait, there's more)

I'm the best it's irrefutable
Pressure point squeezing your cuticle
I got you inside the palm of my hand
Blick take you to prom it want you to dance
Rubber wrapped around my dozens of bands
I'm up
None of you got any fans you suck
I mean ones that are real
You got IG followers but not any skill
That's why i gap y'all
Add an E i'm thick as hell (gape)
New gap I just hit it and it fucking swelled
I'm an attack dog back off
Hit you with the chopper like a blackhawk
Ass off what I had to work
I'm boutta blast off like im off of earth
And I just laugh all day at you ants
Peons
Know that y'all tryna jack what I be on
Laser came with the stick it's neon
The only thought in my head that keeps going is-

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

4ria - RUDIMENTARY RULES OF ERADICATION

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