Produced by @wasbeatz
Art by @wasbeatz

[LYRICS]

Demonizing myself.
Created by Satan.
Destroying by itself.
I won't get beaten.

This is the world you've been waiting for.

Fuck this, Imma get on top of this.
Fuck that, Imma break it all with that.
Right upon the time that you feel like you're gonna die.
Strait up in the sky you and I will fkg fly.

Devastation.
Revelation.
Desolation.
Reclamation.

I am lost, I'm so fkg lost.
Bring me to the night, I will slash your fkg neck.

Fill my head with your bullshit is
the only thing you're trying.

Demonizing myself.
Created by Satan.
Destroying by itself.
I won't get beaten.

This is the world you've been waiting for.

Fuck this, Imma get on top of this.
Fuck that, Imma break it all with that.

GWOH ... FUCK

Mutation [prod.  w a s]

DONT GO BACK AND LISTEN TO PART 1-4 (THIS IS A WARNING)

ft. https://soundcloud.com/biv
prod. https://soundcloud.com/istasha
art. https://soundcloud.com/c3of


-nA
feelin like syringe caught up in the 89
blockage central wit a couple people undermine
college virtue mental columbine turned devine
single grape thru the vine seems to activate frankenstein
having hard times chasing stage over blade
wishing minute maid but my soul always koolade
heaven's day once my lonely spirit's thought's convey
trapped forever inside the body- (WOMBO COMBO)

-biv
BITCH
Head stainless
Long ways, heavy days, keep me chasin
Lost places, fake with the faces
Should I drop off, so painless
Can't have what they tasted
I'm thankful to waste it
I'm thankful to waste it

-nA
FUCK
trapped behind some fucking minerals
my body grasping intervals
mental slipped the obstacle
im meerly seconds from a vegtable
he sent the message thru
cement cropping up around the moon
my body full of crepid DECAY
NOW I THOUGHT HE SENT THE fucking PLANE
WHO THE ONE WHO TALKING SHADE
IM THE REASON THAT THEY PLAY
why cant anybody give me the respect that i diserve
half these artists fronting me then picking up my fucking dirt

-biv
BITCH
Head stainless
Long ways, heavy days, keep me chasin
Lost places, fake with the faces
Should I drop off, so painless
Can't have what they tasted
I'm thankful to waste it
I'm thankful to waste it

-nA
burn off religion you've founded my place
grace me to lava then laugh at my case
look at me kill, look at my face
breathe in my toxins, you'll hate every taste.

additional vocals by: papa sleep <333

WHAT THE KIDS REALLY WANT PART 5 FT. BIV (PROD. ISTASHA)

So... Went a bit mad on this one. Enjoy!

Cover by CHERO: https://soundcloud.com/chero03
[PROD. AMAYMXN]
Lyrics:

Bitch I'm going outta my mind like ay
Shit spinning round can't feel my face
I'm a muhfucker with a death wish, dead this
When i come through you're a dead bitch ay
Bitch I'm cursed and I'm fucked up
I sniff a line and im fucked up
Not on gang shit, but I run cults
Dont give a fuck, don't give a fuck
Chatting like your big but you won't do shit
You're a stupid prick acting like some bitch that's it
Cough on my fucking dick and deal with it
Get out my fucking way, why try and front, you got nothing to say. 
Bitch don't be fucking playing, just know my fucking name...
Amay

Bitch pussy fuck, watch me land an uppercut to your face. 
yeah I'm a dickhead you're a bitch and a waste
I'm bringing hell now. x2

Wanna talk problem? I got enough, I don't know if I'll solve em
But if I'm honest I keep the devil around for the shit that was promised 
Think that I've lost it, can't handle shit so I'm popping narcotics
Everyone looking robotic, talking a lot on that topic
Now muhfucking drop it
Rocking severed fucking heads under the light of the moon
Yeah bitch I'm reckless and relentless, coming straight from the toon
Don't give a fuck about your crew or how the fuck I am viewed
I'll sacrifice ya fucking bitch in the nude... Ha!

im a demon from the north east
Banished from the heavens
Creeping from my tomb
you all tremble at my presence
Born from the dirt and the filth
shit wasn't pleasant 
Imma take the fucking world
Like this shits Arma-fucking-geddon 
Switching my flow like the edge of my blade
And they should've killed me before I was made
Rising up now and I'm no longer tame
Bow to my fucking name... amay
They should've killed me before I was made
They should've killed me

Bitch pussy fuck, watch me land an uppercut to your face. 
yeah I'm a dickhead you're a bitch and a waste
I'm bringing hell now. x2

Stream on Spotify

PANDEMONIUM

Write it up 
Test 
Stop 
Taken out the tube top 
Picking up slack with the pack in the nuke shop 
Bet that I'll be practicing on pawns until I had enough 
No ads 
Idle indepented till they mention then I'll mannequin em 
Like penicillin I cannot pretend I made it 
You go fishing after carp when I go pitching Guinness 
Hit the bucket in the dark And they gon print an image 

Tied to the wire Identity crisis 
No sense of surprise 
Kneeling erratic
Erupting all visions are overrun 
Running on splinters to speak with your eyes 
Fuck 
Taking a bite
Enter the prize 
The more that you miss 

All my issues with the mission not the process I picture 
Resin emission 
Excited No higher states in this system 
Dont think about pact 
Not the message 
Shit don't refract from the surface 
Excessive acts 
Take a sedative 
When theyre smashing your cervix 

All of the fuckers habitual 
Living design 
All the signs that you've given up 
Tears in the flesh end up tares in their visuals 
Only in groups individual

Fake stains turn to stakes
Feign mind stay insane
Out break and alone still the same

Turn to polymer up 
Said you were not around 
Disintegrated and a fucked
Look like another one

Rusty Cogs Broken Levers and More [Prod.istasha]

Lyrics:
Lose vital mass the by the pounds 
Surpass, stay uncrowned that's my state 
Water my soil when I'm drowned 
Bleed into place hold my weight 

State your input like you haven't had enough
Fuck with the image 
Or fetish 
Shot into meaning 
And vanish off

Gripped up
Handed like fingers 
Won't print it up 
Enter maiming like it's the cut 

Truck load race down 
Dropping it over top end to elevate 
All of the validate agents that navigate 
To sate 
The vein 

Faulted target crashing an interface 
Over saturated 
Oscillation levels that never sedate the parasite

Beta Amyloid (with PAPA SLEEP) [Prod. Istasha]

If you're reading this, thank you so much for listening, it means the world to me =)

Lyrics:
Feet up
Left out 
Merged within morbid grounds

Harvest
Protest
Speak out of rusted mouths

Delve down 
Dried trees part

And don't tell
And don't tell at all 

Mean tread down
Stare in the raw third eye

Treason guise
Guided in a sea of vile

Though it never wanted 
Thought it never wanted to perceive the sight

Dustbin (Bonus Track)[Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:

Imitate 
On the map 
Adequate 
On the paper in the gap 
And reaping what you animate 
Level my tracks 
Double take 
Take it back 
All to see where the seams overlap

Imitate on the map 
Adequate 
Under print all black 
All to pass into veins 
Level my tracks 
Double take 
Take it back 
Take a rat
Understand that the charity's capped 

Dig into the pack 
Enter surgeon 
to suture up vermins 
Evacuate on out to see you black out 
Detergent 
To turn into flat taxidermy 
You lack oil 
The engines are burnt out 
The turmoil

Fuck all the pelt 
This is the skin on the belt 
Another vision impaired 
Split the eyes out the shell 
No situation enough 
Through the veil 
Undercoat blackened to track out the vacuum 

Double vision all for the methane 
Don't wish a change of my name 
Television headed to disclaim 
Broadcasts shit 
Shame 
No pardon 

Nylon ripping out your ends 
Sending polyamide strains
That you depend on for guidance 
All disdain
NyQuil processed brain 

Alleyway narcotica 
Prescription of blame 
Blind the border 
No frame 
Still Encrypted
towel torture reaping the face 
Blind 
Contorted 
Spit the water out the board
Black chord awarded from the 
Cognile diss as the wax crowns 
Dripping down the plastic 
Recon the background 
Pass out 
Ash out
Glass out the lash frown 
Wishing for a fast drown 
Slip out the 
Back end elastic

Double vision seems to finish 
Marble pictures 
Splitting state of issues 
No obstruct 
Two faced missions all get fucked 

Nylon ripping out your ends 
Sending polyamide
Strains
That you depend on for guidance 
All disdain
NyQuil processed brain

Small Compounds Passing The Blood Brain Barrier [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
You're wasting all of my sense 
You want my answer 
Semantics slipping out my hands 
Don't wanna step on the line of defense 
Don't want amends 
This shit don't make no sense 

2% 
I'm missing out the matter 
At the bottom of the passage
Break a ladder
Off the exit 
Not the asset 
Or the batteries 
At 1% 
I'm manic 
Got that capillary 
On demand 
And passive in my best 
But At the cap unnecessary
 
Like two step locks 
Gimme that paper cut 
Pay per block 
Pressing on the bottle 
Limping on files 
Sedated cuck 

Okay relax 
What the fuck? 
Slit in my throat still paid like a hydra 
Gears succumb 
Feed em oil and cotton 
Practice still provided 

X Drawn out like a shitstain
They just wanna sweep it over quick but that's a Mistake 
Piss take 
Honor reinstated on the next day
Explain 
Loss of innovation but expecting all the best things

Peepshow Callcenter [Prod. Istasha]

PROD @PXLSE
COVER BY @LENFANTLONDON // HTTPS://WWW.INSTAGRAM.COM/LENFANT_

LYRICS

OH SHIT
LET HIS FUCKING LUNGS POP
WITH A FUCKING TOMAHAWK
ITS BLOODLUST
IM A FUCKING DEMON BITCH I CANT STOP
ENERGY LIKE ROCKSTAR WHAT THE FUCK IS NOW UP?

GOT THAT ON MY WRIST
ISSA FLEX, YOUS A BITCH
ONE SHORT DISS AND YOU DIP
NOW YOU DELETE ALL YOUR CLIPS

GOT THAT COLT ON THE HIP
ICE COLD STEEL, DEADLY WIND
GUNSLINGER IM A DIRTGOD
ERRONBLACK IS MESSED UP

DIE FROM ME
I CAN SHOW YOU WHAT THE DEPTH WILL BE
NOW WE GO ALOT OF THINGS TO SEE
BITCH I DELETE THE HUMANS FAITH CONCRETE

LEAVE THEM BLIND
ROB THEIR SIGHT AND MAKE EM FUCKING CRY BITCH
GOT A LOT OF MISERY UP IN MY FUCKING MIND SHIT
I DONT WANNA DEAL WITH THIS
I WANT TO GET OUT OF THIS
THIS LIFE IS TOO POISONOUS
SO WHY SHOULD I KEEP UP WITH IT

I KNOW YOURE A LITTLE RAT
KEEP TALKING SHIT BEHIND MY BACK AY
I DONT NEED YOUR REPOST BITCH
I WANT YOUR ASS TO CHOKE ON DRAG

YOU BEEN PLAYING ME TOO LONG YOU CANT SAY THATS NO FUCKING FACT
TALKING ABOUT FRIENDSHIP BUT I KNOW THAT YOU DONT LIKE MY TRACKS

ACT LIKE I DONT CARE
FUCK IM SO UPSET
IS MY SHIT SO WEAK?
OR WHY DO YOU TURN YOUR BACK

THIS GOING NOWHERE
I DONT NEED YOUR SHIT
WHY YOU ALWAYS TALK BUT NEVER
FUCKING ACT BITCH

PLEASE TEAR ME DOWN TO THE BONES
IM TIRED OF BEING ALONE

DEPTH STRIDA

DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. PULSE]

[Prod.ELE]
ig: bit.ly/38cKuIa
yt: bit.ly/2T9RKAr
ft. @biv
artwork: www.instagram.com/bezdna.ar/

https://open.spotify.com/track/2ZUeWeiLo9NbWW9njFA8M9?si=Fct7Lm0oS2KHr0Oz8miPPQ

[ELE]
pistol on my hip
no shit
i dont fuck with you
not a little bit
who do you want to mess with? 

pistol on my hip
no shit
i dont fuck with you
not a little bit
who do you want to mess with? 

what do you want from me
big blunts on my balcony 
i dont give a shit i destroy what i see
we all just want to be free 
move in the hood 
dont fuck with my crew
you fucking fool
imma fucking ghoul

[Biv]
I been real forward with the shit,
Tired of the same face, prayin on a bitch,
I don't wanna ice my wrist,
Making sure my fam right and feed my kids,
All bricks flipped,
On some real shit,
Actin like you new fit,
Blue print,
Stuck in roofless,
2 door coupe, but it's worthless,
Suffer for the time, but it's worth it,
Talkin like they workin,
I'm certain they certainly, gettin my purpose,
I can't help the persons,
Only disturbing,
The Peace inside my mind,
Been keeping me hurtin,

Import the portions, split it with the fortune,
Fuckas hang in porches,
Life just distorted,
Actin like importance,
Fuckas abortion,
You fuckas abortion

Thanks so much,
Bitch fucked my shit up,
I think we know who the problem is, yuh
Got what you want, bitch I hope it's enough,
Got what you want, bitch I hope it's enough,

Stream on Spotify!

Show Yourself (ft.Biv)

MERCENARIES UNIVERSEWIDE. ALBUM COMING SOON.

MERCENARIES SHOP IS NOW LIVE! GET SOME MERCH TODAY! - https://mercenaries.bigcartel.com/

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

Rusty Cogs Broken Levers and More [Prod.istasha]

Istasha The Scrub