CANNOT GET ANY BETTTER

It's So Cold

Static Between Us

Gothic Summer - EP

Blood on the Blade

Cyber Cop

Forest Fires (unknown Virus 3.)

Internet Thuggin’ (unknown Virus 2.)

Leader Of Pain (unknown Virus 7.)

NO REST FOR THE WICKED

THEYWANTMEDEAD Ft Yung Cortex (Prod. Yung Cortex)

I walk up on any block

Leave millions of dead cops

Dancing on the dead ops

cause all of you can fuck off



Red, red

I’m seeing red 

Red, red 

I’m seeing red 



I walk up on any block

Leave millions of dead cops

Dancing on the dead ops

cause all of you can fuck off



Red, red

I’m seeing red 

Red, red

I’m seeing red 



Written in blood 

Written on our faces

Started in the mud

Still in a basement 

Risk it for my word

That’s a bond and a statement 

All for altercation

Blood pact gang shit



Cant remain calm

Sacrifice in blood bonds

If you want war then it’s on like Vietnam

Come out the salon like a black phenomenon 

with my weapon drawn 

Cause bitch you don’t belong



Screaming death to my enemies

Fucked off the Hennessy 

Pitch black entity

Menacing assembly 

Hollow point entry 

Hollow in my center piece 

Only in my memory cause all of you are dead to me



I walk up on any block

Leave millions of dead cops

Dancing on the dead ops

cause all of you can fuck off



Red, red

I’m seeing red 

Red, red 

I’m seeing red 



Blood pact gang shit

Foaming at the mouth

Wild dogs out our cages 



Violent vibration

Mind violation

Nobody safe bitch

Blood pact gang shit

Blood Pact

Written & Produced by Ho99o9 & Carl Chaste

Cyber Warfare

Master Of Pain [error]

FULL OF HEALTH

Ho99o9 (horror) - An unauthorized biography
The first spores of Ho99o9 were identified by the CDC’s infectious disease unit
in the outsourced offices of purgatory that are peppered all throughout New
Jersey in places like Linden, Elizabeth and Newark.
There was only legend until cultures were collected. Once told as a cautionary
tale of two neighborhood kids, their story mutated into a reflection on the
horrors of the society that produced them. What happened between those
early days in the neighborhood and the present day is often debated.
theOGM (Jean) & Yeti Bones (Eaddy) are certainly a product of their early
environment. There weren’t any fields or even much grass for a kid to play on.
Gardens were made of concrete and a reality sustained only by dreams of
places where the train tracks went.
Eaddy’s Pops brought Motown and the militancy of the armed forces into
Eaddy’s sometimes rigid and uncompromising basic training for life. Pops was
hard because hard makes leaders in the human chain of command. And Jean
was always there in the street level offices of Chris Christie’s “small
government” purgatory in the defunded, decommissioned and deconstructed
district of Linden New Jersey. Jean knew when Trump’s future fuc boi and
every other neo-con said “small government” what they really meant was
“Fuck you nigg…”
Style was lacking but what Jean’s Pops was packing into his ear speakers stayed
embedded in Jean’s mind - The sounds of Haitian Kompa sung by Sweet Micky
(Michael Martely). The bizarre behavior and non-conformist styles of a Haitian
icon caught Jean’s eyes and ears back then and once again now with Micky
recently rising to become president of Haiti. Thieves and liars giving way to an
influential artist elected to rebuild a crumbling nation? Noted.
Jean and Eaddy kept lampin in overlapping circles of connected streets,
bordering cities and shuffled between under funded public schools. The sounds
on Hot 97 filled blank tapes with Bone Thugs, Busta, Onyx, Lil Jon and Missy
Elliott. Mental hard-drive uploads with flow served to drive them to finally
jump on that train to see what else was out there and what they found
changed them irrevocably.
Eaddy began branching out, bringing hardcore like Bad Brains back home with
him. The pair didn’t know it at the time but the resulting amalgamation they
brought back was the Deathkult. They were armed only with a pawn shop
sampler and the power to influence.
Born to lose in Jersey, reborn in NYC and subsequently reimagined 999.
Rewired to spread a promise for the next emancipation from time. The gospel,
the vibration, hardcore punk, rage and rhyme - theOGM and Yeti Bones emerge
transformed into weapons of mass expression and the spectacle known today
only as Ho99o9 (horror).
Then just like that, Ho99o9 vanished from the east coast, allegedly recruited
into a beat laboratory in Los Angeles. They baptized in blood and emerged
wrapped in a sound that had not yet been heard.
A congregation gathered in a scene of like-minded mutants and L.A. quickly
became the HQ of Ho99o9. More minions manifest with Horror spores started
spreading all throughout North America and the European Union - a pandemic
of fools gettin' woke as the fringe becomes the majority and we recall the
prophecy of Sweet Micky.
And Today - a new nation rises to smash the guise of the god-head. A deity-less
religion of our collective humanity, neither divine, nor wicked, led only by the
march of the Deathkult and delivered by its soldiers - theOGM and Yeti Bones in
their United States of Horror*.