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[Prod.ELE]
Mix & Master [ELE]
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Cover: @dhaelo AKA @zyrom
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*lyrics soon*

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RAVE ME

[Prod.ELE]
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featuring
@distortionthe1
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Cover: @dhaelo AKA @zyrom

Isolation (feat. Lord Distortion)

Y I K E S S

Lyrics
My shitty ass on the hook:
Back without sight
gagged
looking like a fuck up
But your body's got a price tag
spinal tap
puncture with the drain
wipe
a clean slate
deadass
when you medicate a hollow person
round them all up for slaughter like a fucking surgeon

DEPTH STRIDA:
fuckers talking shit like they be hangin in big cliques
i load the chopper rob yo daughter fuck you and your feature offer
shooting out the helicopter watch me swervin bullets fucker
bitch we always strive and prosper mercenaries made a slaughter
i shovel you a grave
this is your last day
load the ak let em pray
i might fucking faint

*Hooker*

My stupid ass again:
Fraud without a face
a snap of the whip and your back into place
make a name in all this shit
living disgrace
but no cap on this ship
you wanna go back
onboard the walking plank
anchor ties the noose
and let you sink into the fucking sand
making no excuses

Breed of sewer rat
conditions make you a believer
now wishing you could handle that
knowing that i keep it all

UP MY SLEEVES

*hook again*

Viceroy Ft. DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

Part of the Disposal project
Artwork by Papa Sleep @c3of

Lyrics:
Dissected at my side
Sight breaks down
In this shed that's starved of light
End the times 
Im ripped up

Katarakt (Bonus Track)

I hate myself

Lyrics:
Bootstrapped shit
With a cleaver at my leg
Ought to hit dumb dregs
In the wild for a paycheck

Win it Timmy 
Imma teach a lesson
Would you beg for respect?
Broken tapes dont self eject

Leave it all uncut
Pierce whoevers scuffed
make the post just
Run a stake through your eyes like its neversoft

Panorama round
cant see at all
or would you rather run about a circuit 
shortcut
lack of power 
and youre out.

Disinegration doesnt matter 
youre inactive
cut clean from the racks still talk shit
care yo act and navigate your practice?
its absent
living dirt
running like youre hunted

lose my grip
slide back in 
oiled out gears
may crack my skin

A Short Introduction To The Trashcan; Chapter 1: Bonding with flies

Amazing cover art by @prxpvne
With @depthstrida

Lyrics
[Idiot]
Deep into cracks
Locked up 
Tucked in my laptop 
Breathing is though
Fucked up 
But never stop 

Pack it for my discipline 
Never find it 
I'm missing it 
Leaking into the pond
That the monocytes all are fishing in 

Save it from the draught
Run it down the drain 

Concave placement and crafting it using acid rain 

Cryogenic stains on your bitch
Need to try again 
Never put your wave in a wish
At the vile ends

[Hook]
Blade lines
White Strained eyes
Upgrading in veins
Delayed,
And break time

With the 
Paid smile 
Back into your crypt
Act a master for a while
While reality is script

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Four walls one room 
naked walls we live in doom 
find a way through all this bloom 
This is what we got into 

Test subjects the world suspect so tell me what  you gonna do I feel like I’m in a zoo I am just a fucking tool
Connected through the deep web we store the drugs right where we sleep at 
Mercenaries share a secret bout the catacombs of the depths

Depth strida istasha we gin teach you how   To suffer 
Way too long I been this fucked up my head is my own disaster

Autoinduced Attrition w/ DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

Lost Days [Prod. Istasha]

@fuckapache

Lyrics:
Breaching the results 
Gotta get enough 
Bad crop 
Seed torn Stealthily 
And toxic as I can perceive 

Siege and construct 
Driven over all 
Shooting up 
Three four MethyleneDioxyMethamphetamine

Swervin out the map 
And no bounds are present to cap 
Cap it up in tin 
When you're thinking that you're captain at the bank
But you gotta bare it with wooden the cracks
Ans guarantee Severity an ware is bad as gets
Catch Hit the bricks 
Light up faces impatient 
Attached on the fix 
And Succumb to sedation 
Ensign the shades in the basement 
Decayed away in the dark 
Sit in formaldehydic placement 
With your back at the wall

Apache:
burn all the evidence
murder caused pestilence
im sorry but im arrogant
your death is the resonance
cremated by the elements
time for an experiment
bone saw for the rotten limbs
my mind is in developement
failure in  genetics
made me to a lunatic

im sorry i cant help it
guess i gotta commit
ive always been a misfit
let you taste the curb bitch
you a fucking hypocrite
sweat is in your armpits

pouring gasoline 
ash is left on the crime scene
they put me into quarantine
wire me to machines
inject me pure proteines
escape the  facility
driving with high speeds
caused by nitro glycerine

they will never catch me
hidden behind pine trees
consuming pure LSD
i dont care bout nobody
12 is tryna find me
reverse the psychology
they will never catch me
cuz i be on LSD

Bitter Structures ft. APACHE [Prod. Istasha]

One track from the album 
*Temporary Artwork
Lyrics:
Aim at the cap
Wheels set to break and they crack 
Hollowed in signs of the traces 
Gears block out black velvet cross tied laces 
To tainted to count 
Lay me down buried in doubt 
Unit cell sign out in time 
Displayed in sight sought out replacement

Fuck with no brain anesthetic 
At the mat ward 
Ripping out strains of umbilical 
Cracking of snails in the womb 
In acetic combustion 
Open the branch 
On the move like 
Ducking all leech and disease 
like speech In debris 
Stop limbs from development 
Fan the hammer 
Like banish it 
Panorama the drama scene 
Open Ended appear in impaired identity 

Thought detained and engage it
Hundred sum blank open pages 
Write out 
Slay innovation 
Hanger a cattle abortion 
Ended the track 
On the stain 
Again at it like a 
Practice day on vacation 
Fuckwit on phase inhalation 
Useless air to breathe in despair 
Drunk on greed when they seethe in their cages 

Nascently succumb 
Revert them back where they're from 
Tasteless trees don't grow 
But they branch off 
Twigs into kindle 
And burning in their sack 
Taken back 
And evap 
In the steps 
To begin it like a reverend 
Got them safe and sound from the doom 
Fuck failsafe shift when done in

Spill [Prod. Istasha]

Production, mix and master by me

Lyrics:
Now 
Leave
Torn 
Rise undone 
Ripped out 
My organs 

Higher on 
Lifting something 
Don't mean nothing at all

Cut 
Cutting it down 
Like a rot stump
Pump full meds
Digested it next to waste 
I'm too frustrated
DisConnecting it degrading 

Gone 
Look I let go
Am I honored to be under 
The gown 
surveilled  and 
Still alone 

Locked it a maze
Of my mind
I'm stuck for days 
My persona mIA
Leave me out 
Leavaving me maimed 

Stripes
Ride down my face and away 
Call out the rain 
Like I'm reading the branches 
Someone leave me off decayin. 
Someone leave me out decayin. 

Strive 
Pride when I'm raiding my brain 
I'm over 
black blood Clot my veins 
Carve my name I carve my name 
I carve it all away

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LINEUP:
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@DEPTHSTRIDA
@NAVVVI
@MUGETSU117
@ISTASHA

PRODUCED BY @PRXPVNE
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
ART BY @C3OF, @LENFANTLONDON, @PRXPVNE & @VENTINGPALACE

LYRICS:
[LORD DISTORTION]
Shells from out the weapon on the motherfucking floor
Fucking all equipped we start that mother fucking war
Coming with that action battle everything a sport
Rattle out them shells and he be ducking even more
Savior none he is lost
Bullet thru the semi
Speaking ever so clear
Got that everclear habit
Hold it ever so clear
Boy we bringing up the havoc on whatever your fear

[SULPH]
Put all the things aside.
Mercenaries pushing limits all night
All right, have a seat, hold on tight
You're all just raw
Just some unseasoned shit
Then you screech into the void,
Like some unbelievable bitch
Like....

[CHORUS]X2
Do you hear that siren?
Do you hear the Mercs arriving?
It's not funny, is it?
It's more unsettling, creepy

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Lost in space
Mayday
My ship broke on its way
All your troops
They will faint
Mercenaries till my grave

Load up my blasta
Smoke skunk like a rasta
Hang you with tha force
Ay you gotta call me masta
Its the mando bitch
Fuck your fandom shit
Shoot a laserstrip
Bitch I cannot whiff

Work hard play hard
Ball like a maniac
Ki charge
Depart
Armorbelt
Bullets strap
Tekken shit
Low kick hits
Counterhit
Launch him quick
Till they call me king of iron fist ay fuck yuh

[BRIDGE]X2
Do you hear that siren
In the depth im stridin
Keep it lowkey
Whats beneath
Watch your troops they dying

[NAVVVI]
Sounding every siren in the palace
Now the enemies are riding with a glock and purple masks
Using every tactic just to break up in the side
Equipping to the belt is flashes and a flask
Needles in the arms of every fallen member
Rappers that just speaking thru celebrate broadcasts
Broadcasts
Feel as though everything coming our way once mercs put steps on the floor

[MUGXTSU]
Take me out the farce, hey.
Thats another story.
Pray for your soul, to come with you.
Trapped in a black hole,
You can see shit.
Send the lord , send for help.
May the gods remember about you.
I, pathetic, will be the one left.
Things are about to get a bit hard.
Cosmic death for you.

[LORD DISTORTION]
You ain't get no peace
Pussy you get damned
Bitch we with the fleet
Let me be
Cutting out the competition next to me
Wiping off the dust and you ain't doing nothing credibly
Off of the head no thought to be had
Got a knot in his throat he can't talk it's a fact

[CHORUS]X2
Do you hear that siren?
Do you hear the Mercs arriving?
It's not funny, is it?
It's more unsettling, creepy

[ISTASHA]
Gimme room like territory
I’m in the hummer looking odd with thirty legs you think I can afford it
Gimme rose like ceremony
Shimmy that guess 184 degrees
I test it again cause my next set of ends
Count it, it mess with my sense
See no end I wanna let it up out the gutter
Pretend I’m not dead when I pull up out the covers
Sending me back and I do it
Like given
Youre too late to come in and fuck it
Gimme the comeback I come on the back and I get it again

Katarakt (Bonus Track)

Istasha The Scrub

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