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Bitches Aint Shit

This track means a lot to me, hope you guys enjoy it.

Sample Credit:
Miles Davis - My Funny Valentine
DJ Kool - Let me Clear my Throat


Lyrics

Yeah, Hey Arnold and a bag of chips
I'm a 90's kid, vibin' like it's '96
Makin' magic silly rabbit, got no time for tricks
I'm in the underground where music is alive in its
True form an, that's how I'mma keep it
I'm fine with bein' slept on, keep my shit a secret
It's is makin' money but it's hard to make a change, with no money
Ain't it funny yo I do it everyday
This is music not a game
You abuse it, that's a shame
If you use it for the fame,
Then the truth is you a lame cause
There be artists starving in apartments
Dying for the art while radio is full of garbage so
Go an walk ya dog to this
Find a little magic in the obvious
This is life, you can live in opulence
Son, all you need to make it is that confidence like

What a beautiful day, beautiful day
What a beautiful day
Come and join me on this beautiful day, beautiful day
This beautiful day

Yo, you can take it from me
Life is not as easy as they makin' it seem
Lacin' up the kicks, keep on chasin' the dream
If you're tired of the radio replace it with me cause
I'm just a kid up on a mission
To give you something you could listen to while you're fishin' like
Keep the real in, keep real in
Then you cast out, fake only cast doubt homie
Study this like a chemistry test
If there's so much more to life then why we settle for less
I'mma take a little break, put my pencil to rest
And take a look around and see how we especially blessed cause
Life is beautiful son,
I hope you know it, and notice
No one else can undermine ya moment
It's all connected in unusual ways
It ain't that hard to tell man it's a beautiful day

Beautiful Day (Produced by [B] Rogers)

I ride a train called a train of though,
It rolls forever on a point of view
I take it all the time it never stops
Could start in me and it could end in you.

Sample Credit: Les Baxter - The City
Album art: Scott Mash

Train Of Thought (Produced by [B] Rogers)

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Final Verdict: 9.9/10
Lux Coven proves that even without a mic, his lyrics can leave you bruised. Gluckenmeister is a songwriter’s masterclass in building chaos with meaning — a hymn for the haunted, by the haunted.
Let’s be clear — Lux Coven didn’t perform “Gluckenmeister.”
He wrote it.
And yet, you can still feel his fingerprints on every bar like blood on brass knuckles.

"Gluckenmeister" isn’t just a song — it's a psychological weapon built from metal riffs, trap percussion, screamo vocal patterns, and a no-holds-barred lyrical gauntlet. It's the kind of track that demands a fearless performer, but it started in the mind of Lux Coven — a songwriter who's quickly proving that his pen doesn’t just write songs… it builds whole worlds.

The hook hits like a riot siren:

“Fuck ’em up — shut it down / I was born to talk shit — let me preach!”

The writing is soaked in aggression, sarcasm, chaos, and emotional trauma — yet it’s crafted with precision and depth. This isn’t random rage. This is engineered mayhem.

Verse by verse, Lux delivers vivid imagery that jumps off the page:

“Power tools turn ya ass to molecules”
“Homeless nights sleepin’ under ramps... rode bikes to Blockbuster just to pay child support”

There’s vulnerability, absurdity, violence, and even dark comedy — the kind of balance only a seasoned lyricist could pull off.

Lux’s structure for the track mirrors the inner spiral of a soul too restless to sit in one genre. He drags the listener through a sonic maze — from clean boom bap bars to screamo breakdowns and apocalyptic guitar solos. It’s a 3-act opera disguised as a rap-metal banger.

Even the title — Gluckenmeister — feels deliberately insane, like something carved into a bathroom wall during a psychotic break. But somehow, it works. It gives the song an identity all its own, a lore-piece dropped into the Lux Coven universe like a cursed artifact.

The brilliance of Lux as a songwriter is that he doesn’t just write for voices — he writes for monsters, rebels, and survivors. The performer might’ve brought the heat, but the skeleton, the blueprint, the blade under the glove? That’s all Lux.

Gluckenmeister

Thanks to everybody out there! 

Lyrics :
Yo I never went to college
Now I'm setting tables with crackers and four olives
Keep my mind set like my silverware, polished
Honest, I don't love it but I like to do the things that keep me modest.. so
Push the wine rack back to the dish-pit
Hand another pink lemonade to the rich kid
Dappin' up the homies at the wait station,
It takes patients to make statements
So for now I keep waitin' like
Order, order up
I tell the truth 'cause I can't afford to bluff
New view's what I'm on the boarder of
Better get a clue before the door is shut, sure enough
I'm just like you, everyday
Sore legs when I'm puttin' on my shoes, everyday
Some win, some loose, some can't afford the shoes umm,
I guess we all still got a price to pay like

I never went to college
Now I'm setting tables with crackers and four olives 
x4

They said 45 fan folds find me when you're done
Then it's order order up sonnie, help me with a run
That's stake to table 12, ice cream to 41
OJ to 17 please don't forget the rum like
Get it, got it, good
I'd do this any day, don't get it misunderstood
I'm blessed that I have a job, and some food in the fridge
No debt, and a place I can live to call the crib 'cause
It's obvious, college I never went
Now honestly I get caught up in fu*kin' just paying rent
But there's plenty more to life than dollars and making cents 
I see the proof in every penny that I've spent
So I'mma stack them dishes,
Grab food from the kitchen
Buss tables like I'm steady on a mission
Gotta stay positive and better my position 
Then I'll pass it off to anybody out there who will listen cause

I never went to college,
Now I'm setting tables with crackers and four olives
x4

College (Produced by [B] Rogers)

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Hold On (Produced by Sam Gouthro)

OFF THE JUMP ALBUM  12.31.17

Vocals by:
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@noeldac
@atwood
@headhaunter
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@toccimc

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Lyrics:

[Hook: Chris Wright]
On the bright side I got all this money in my pockets now
Had to cop a PayPal card just to get it out
I don't even know like half these people they just come around
But if they start to talkin all that noise Ima shut em down

[Verse 1: RYCE]
Talk that noise ima push you to the side
F out my dms I'm just tryna live my life
You can not compete with me I stay cold bruh
Venomous benefits I'm meaner than king cobra
Excellence prevalent like Jehovah but I'm holier
Dripping flavor skipping haters I'm racing for the gold
And I'll never fold burning vivid like the stars now
You can not catch up to me

[Verse 2: Atwood]
Like skrr
Vroom vroom say bye to bitches
On the brighter side I got a lighter in me
You got pints of henny and designer linens
I got fire in me that been shining silly like, damn, chill
Hit em with a Advil
Headaches, yeah man how does that feel
Hand shakes my way on some dap shit
Bet you mad still broke bonds like a bad deal
Get a tad real and you backing away
Shit I'm still the old me like from back in the day
You know lil AP with the laugh in his face
Your whole crew got me dead like I'm passing away
Ay, I never looked away from the flashing lights
Look em in the face til the grave and they have me like

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: Headhaunter]
I don't ruminate in shade I just cast it all
I heard the light that's burning twice as bright lasts half as long
An astronaut planting flags in binary stars, write more than Asimov
Priceless oil painting portraits of me line the palace walls
Protagonist of film noir, self proclaimed lady killer
Tinder match with femme fatales, forgo friendship, fake the feeling
Fabricated synergy, these strangers speak in white noise
But I can silence them by pulling digits out this bright void

[Verse 4: ibrahim]
Flippin samples on a week night
Lit by candles and street lights
From watchin the stars to a shot in the dark
Now everything seems bright, yeah
Neon signs inside my eyelids till the break of dawn
Your fav emcee is payin me for makin beats I'd slay him on
Talkin noise we ain't gon hear em
I been with my gang like Akira
Block em out like Rothko paintings when they try to slide inside my DMs
No sleep writin out 9th chords with bass notes and the sound of synths
I breathe life into cyborgs with an inkstone and a fountain pen like yuh

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 5: Tocci]
Is it heaven or hell boy
The family's in jail boy
You gotta get the money so you posting their bail boy
Gotta have the crib or you stuck as the bell boy
If you're really bout your shit then there's nothing to tell boy
Like are you a dreamer boy
Or are you the cleanest boy
Catch me with the pack we be whipping in beamers boy
Fuck your noise
I be flexing with the head phones
She be sneaking, no touch tone
Really out when the suns low
See the scoobies then you ruh-roh

[Verse 6: Chris Wright]
Uh oh don’t testify
Put a dog in the pen like you set to fly
Ops shooting like, who alive, best to die
So I put aside you and I’m next to ride
Take a good long look, I don’t do no photos
Put a hood on with a few new logos
Set a mood wrong but I still lose polos
Drop a loose song cop a place out in soho
Aviators on with the retrofitted sakura shades
I’m really out lost in waves
Can’t bounce on a beat, that’s Austin’s way
But I’m still here trynna boss up my wage
Need payment bitches I don’t rap for fun
Future bright like a catholic nun
Fragrance on me when I spilt the rum
Flagrant with it, we just hit it and run

[Hook]

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