this goes hard, def the best track from the ep for me

YOU KNOW HOW I GET (PROD.TRULIFE)

(STZYWENDIGO)
I keep a frown up on my face
Since my descent from grace
The place I stay is full of darker days
No new paths I could chase
A taste is all it takes
Now I get swept away
I brace myself but still feel on my way
Down to an ocean grave

With all the things I say
I hope that you will stay
I break apart and scream from all the pain
I hate how quick I tend to show I'm not okay
My brain wants me erased
Can't keep this pace
I face it just to see how much I hate myself
I tried and failed too much
And now I'm scared to show you how I felt


(HOLLOW TAMASHĪ)
Aye
Lucid fuckin trippin visions of my slip ups
Dissociate myself
From what I see up in the mirror
Shit I be feeling is void
It's kinda like I'm slowly disappearing
Don't nobody give a fuck about me
Bitch I'm done tryina (be there for everyone)

End up inna morgue
I'm fuckin poor
Open the door to my soul tears pour
No more
What fuck you take me for?
Dying inside I been riding a vibe of the seppuku
Losing my life as I die by the sword

(STZYWENDIGO)
Smoke blows
Like the wind as I'm waking through the snow
Leave 'em froze
Feel that humming in the air?
It's time to go
Vision glitching
I've been fucked up for some weeks
Bad intentions
Best to stay the course and flee
This is some shit you shouldn't see, aye

I get brushed right off my feet
Funny how I'm feeling freezing
But my bro still keep that heat
All these blunts done got me wheezing
Think I'm too high up to breathe
Clench my jaw and grit my teeth
This feelings getting out of reach
My friends are few and far between


(HOLLOW TAMASHĪ)
Hollow is vicious
I kill em all like it's nothin but business
Give em ticket to see the abyss
The Halloween screamin
The demon within us is somethin malicious
Niggas be runnin with bitches
I don't mean women
I'm feelin they stick to the script
But I stick to the scriptures
Been through this shit with too much repition
Like scrubbin the dishes

Fuck all the riches
I'm in the gutter with nothin
I'm smothered with druggin and slippin
Just chuggin the liquor
Killin myself till theres nothin left
Only my spirit arisen
While I sleep with the fishes
Body dies and releases my spirit
Still stained with the filth of my sins
I pray for forgiveness

BOY CRYING  (ft. STZYWENDIGO)

ENGINEERING BY ETHEREAL LOTUS
PRODUCED BY DIVISIM
ARTWORK BY VOLTRON CICADA

LIFES A BEACH/@ NITE(PROD BY DIVISIM)

Prod. @ColourInDespair 
Mixed by @Null_AM

9.) DREAD & Colour In Despair - CriticalDataLeak
(Prod. Colour In Despair)
[PhantomUserInTheDatabase]

All you rappers sound the same 
got a label pulling strings 
you ain’t got a lick of say,
but it’s cool, you think you made it
I’m just sayin you ain’t made shit
you are fucking basic 
you are just a paycheck, face it (aye)

I got all my fucking songs, 
wrapped up in a folder, gone
tucked away from all the greedy label people that have called 
I got bars on top of bars
but for labels I got none
they say I work too fuckin hard
bitch it’s a hobby, not a job
treat the hobby like a job
when I spit, I spit it raw
make you drop your fucking jaw
I got punchlines, I could box
I got words to knock your noggin
make you stop the shit you talkin
while you talkin, I be plottin’
every single track be rockin.. 

[Chorus] (X2)
All you rappers sound the same 
got a label pulling strings 
you ain’t got a lick of say,
but it’s cool, you think you made it
I’m just sayin you ain’t made shit
you are fucking basic 
you are just a paycheck, face it (aye)


Fuck what people say, 
they don’t even mean a thing
they be mad as fuck at independence 
cause they puppets 
while I’m really in the shadows
fuck your ego till it’s nothing
you ain’t evil, you a muppet,
I turn nothing into something

(Now I’m really hittin uh,
Whole team really hittin uh
You want the recipe, ok
3 to 5 business days, ok
You’ll never get it off of us,
Secret formula, ok
Best be gettin out the way
Best be gettin out the way)



[Chorus] (X2)
All you rappers sound the same 
got a label pulling strings 
you ain’t got a lick of say,
but it’s cool, you think you made it
I’m just sayin you ain’t made shit
you are fucking basic 
you are just a paycheck, face it (aye)

(Sauce it up)

CriticalDataLeak

MVXIE & RICKY LAGOON - Till The Moon Rises

significant dutch jazz hop

Your Next B-Side Boom Bap

DOLL HOUSE PLAGUE (FEAT. HAVICK)

[ VERSE I SLOPPYMEDUSA ]

THE DAY DEATH FELL IN LOVE WITH LIFE ON A DARK ONE
I'M A MENACE BUT I'M BETTER WITH A SOFT SPOT
BROKEN HEART DRIPPIN' BLOOD WITH A LOCK ON
HOW YOU SAY YOU FUCKIN WITH ME WHEN YA HEART GONE
BITCH. WHAT YOU KNOW BOUT ME, 202045 I'M BOUTA BUST A HEAT
CALLIN' ON A FIEND WHEN YOU WANNA, PANTYHOSE WHEATHER IN THE
BAHAMA BITCH ILL MAKE YOU SWEAT YOU IN A SANA

DUSA PULL UP WITH A RUGA, TERROR AIN'T AFRAID TO SHOOT
A FULLY LOADED AUTOMATIC ON A SCHOOLA, DOC CAN YOU PASS ME THE RULER, SLOPPY MEDUSA REGRETTIN' DECISIONS I'M KNOWN FOR MY KILLINGS SO FUCK SUPERSTITION I'M ONE IN A MILLY I TAKE WHAT I WANT AND I DON'T SHOW NO PITY, I'M SEATHIN WITH RAGE I'M BOUTA BLOW THE FUCKIN BOTTLE OPEN

[VERSE II LILTERROR]

TRIPLE SIX, DEMON FLESH, RED BLOOD DRIPPIN DOWN MY KNIFE, POSTED WITH THE DEVIL AIN'T NO HEAVEN THIS THE AFTERLIFE
COCK IT BACK, SQUEEZE THE TRIGGER, THIS THE LIFE THAT YOU CREATED TAINTED SATURATION SAY GOODNIGHT I'M SURE THE DEVILS WAITIN

SLIPPIN OFF THE CLIPS INSIDE THE AK, DRAGGIN BODIES UP AND DOWN THE DRIVE WAY, CAPRI IN MY LUNGS I GOT MY MIND STRAIGHT, BETTER OFF DEAD THEN ALIVE THAT'S THE RIGHT WAY, HOLD UP PLAYA WAIT TALK ALOT OF SHIT OKAY KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR NOW YOU AFRAID LAY THE 45 TO MY HEAD PLEASE LET MY BODY DECAY

CHAMPAGNE GOLD III

XXX (PROD. BY SAURON)

BREAK YOSELF ft. $!kFUK (prod. SANTOSSANTANA)

Mix may be changed. Extra production done by yours truly.

[Lyrics]
Peepin in ya house house call me tripper zach the ripper 
I'm taking psilopsybe & then I'm cuttin up yo bitches
So high in the sky I'm flying like I'm with the wtiches
Making them all chuckle while the emo boys are stuck as the weakling kitten
I'a god call my zeus gonan leave ya smite smitten
Yield evil when I'm dead rollin now I'm bite lippin
Lettin it bleed, now ill trample you with my  undread steed
I'm like death, 4th horseman and I am filled with teh greed
Got the thorns in my mouth from all the roses I do eat 
Got the lore from the stables where the horses do not sleep 
They're spittin spider webs, they're so grim you are telling me?
Cant scent their freedom they are stuck like dolls without the final breath
Need to temper down the stichin there is rage that's stuck in my eyeys 
Burnging so fiery cant see the pictures in em past all of the bright feathery flymes 
Makeup on the fuckin nix she hot I cant compline _. 
 Rakeup the pieces n bits know that it's a fuckin murder scene
Draw lines around the body, I'm passing in a buggati
Sippin iced tea and bicardi you're so lotty  throw a party
When dead - Ahh, I'll bury you hind the sehd, cut up your arms and your legs
I am like dexter but I am the dreg
I am the expert in torture I'll make your bitch beg
Crackin the bones - machiniery tones, playing a game with yo head
rapper of century I'm whippin for murder instead.... 
Call me the dead
Call up the feds
I'm armed to the teeth
With the iron and lead 
Yo Bitch giving me bed

BOY CRYING (ft. STZYWENDIGO)

HOLLOW TAMASHī

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