LINEUP:
@MUGETSU117
@C3OF
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@DEPTHSTRIDA
//
@BIV
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@VENTINGPALACE
@NAVVVI

PRODUCED BY @VENTINGPALACE // @PRXPVNE
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
ART BY @LENFANTLONDON

LYRICS:
[MUGXTSU]
Did you ever look at the shape of the silence.
Whats so ever, you gonna get lost son.
Try and cry, you'll say goodbye.
Die and die, you'll see die...

I can feel my body floating through space
I can see my soul leaving the skies
I'm alive until the end of this race
I will only go when you'll close me eyes

[SAINT SLEEP]
2070 mercenaries rule the universe
Rocking neon converse with our logo on it
Welcome to the future yall just fossils stuck inside museums I can see it that you never stand the test of time
Stridawalking on the moon bitch
Homie getting hit with the boomstick
Boom bitch like the big bang we just start a movement
Activate the warp drive
Interstellar war time
Shoes covered with that black slime
Shallow dunes for your clique
Flip the genre we be going from a sci fi to a horror flick
You dont wanna die thats not my fucking problem
Quantum drive by spray em up with lightweight hollows

[MUGXTSU]
I can feel my body floating through space
I can see my soul leaving the skies
I'm alive until the end of this race
I will only go when you'll close my eyes

[LORD DISTORTION]
Blacking out that parasite within it got me feeling kinda different
Warping out the fucking plane while I be counting up the digits
That space pussy got my acting kinda up
Pump it back we boutta bust his fucking body with the slug
I got moon rocks in my suit so tell me what the fuck you want
We out here serving up the crystal's if you serving up the funds

[SULPH]
What gives you the impression,
that we are like others, we are next gen.
You don't think we killin, you are next then.
And That's not a threat that's a lesson.

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Eenie meenie minie mo
Mercenaries on patrol
Vp on the driverseat while
Papa Sleep boutta scope a hoe
Ice cold weather when I roll
Tires covered full of snow
Take a step back bitch
Spacenaries for the glo
Pull out my axe and I split his head
Pull on his wrist going for his neck
12 gauge his ass got him bleeding bad
Took the wrong turn he went too my lab
Run to the truck and im speedin fast
Dont give a fuck put me on a test
Cookin up flows so they call me chef
Ate too much cake I might need some rest

//

[BIV]
I could find you in a better state,
It don't help my case,
Send me away,
Thank me for all my mistakes,
If we wanna be alone,
Travel the lights unknown,
Drag my skin to bone

[SULPH]
With all that we have done
Let the worries float away
We will make it
We will make it now
God how good it feels
Disconnected from this place
But we're stuck with the condition
No worth in keeping distance

[VENTING PALACE]
Cold days, colder nights
Where’s my face, where’s my mind
Manic state, narrow sight
What I’ve seen, will not die
Compensate, kill my time
All the time, every time,
Shut away, traumatized
Deep inside, not alive

[SULPH]
Are we fighting??

[VENTING PALACE]
Fighting a beast that can never be tamed
Stepping on needles with each word I say

[NAVVVI]
Countless fucking wars
Hyper fucking force
Welcome to the race
Quick kill more, push that payload
Oil, paste with haste, don't say no
You dont relate to my halo
Beckon em off cuz they sayso

DIGITAL WAR

DIGITAL WAR FT. BIV

Stream/Buy

Griswold Made Me

Shoutout to @danielsgone, @miyorator, @navvvi, @the0000, @lvstforpain, @ssjcxrpse, @stvrfire & @dhaelo for additional vocals at the end, wouldn't have anyone else help me burn the world down.

WITH: @LVSTFORPAIN & @DANIELSGONE
PROD: @SSJCXRPSE
MIX: @ZYROM & @LVSTFORPAIN
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[LVST]
People make me sick
Always leave me hungry straight sucking
Up on a dick
Always about cuffing ain't fucking with any bitch
I ain't trust no person, no human I won't give in
Always catch me in a bad habit
Like a jackrabbit I be jumping I ain't passive
Molasses knee-deep in acid
They call my ass a faggot
Like damn it, you got me laughing
Yo pussy passive rapping ain't happening pick up the actin
Please pick up the action
Please pick up the action
Killing every faction I fraction the ones that back in
You ain't working hard you be lifting without ya back in
Your mix got hella highs but where the fuck is all the back end
You can catch a backhand
Acting like hoe
You ain't own a pole you super sweet like oreo
You gon hold her hand and take that bimbo fucking home
Get no fucking dome got no respect you brittle boned

[SAINT SLEEP]
I've been steady losing hope
In the people on this planet
I just hope they fucking vanish
Every day that pass I just seem to get a little sadder
People on the street asking why my skin is suffocation blue
Get the fuck up out my face
Had with your ways I just hope you waste away I be counting down till its doomsday
Mark it on your planner and your calendar we playing ding dong ditch on the gates of heaven
Population control blow this mad world into pieces
Worn out places with these worn-out ghosts
Everybody walk off of the cliff looking for a job post
Jaw broke when they took a bite out of what's left of my hope
Push the deadline back close the shop for good we ain't ever selling shit again
Fishing through the bargain bin looking for my soul but I spent all my savings on a pole

[DANIELS GONE]
Picking up the pieces
Corner slang diseases
By the seasons
Niggas wanna stick
But carry no adhesive
Done with preaching to you niggas
I've accepted all the dumb and heartless
How am I gon trust you?
When you filling up your lungs with carbon
Dopamine fiends
High off ya ego
We don't share no commonwealth
Puerto Rico
Sticking needles like mosquito uh
On the social feeding your libido
All these kiddies filling in as a placebo
Shut the fuck up
Homie you was pussy from the jump
Niggas fuck around and flexing fake pumps
Snorting coke
Brain muck
Cancerous
I think I feel a lump
Fuck around and disappear like trump
Sick of feeling shrunk
Sick of being piled with the junk
I don't want them corny niggas in my bunk
Hella chatty when you drunk
Fake woke role-playing as a monk
Everybody got they shit but no spunk
No spunk
No spunk

[OUTRO]
If you wanna see the world burn say ayy ohh
If you wanna break some bones say ayy ohh
If you sick of living brittle say ayy ohh
If you wanna disappear and know nobody cares say ayy ohh

Black Lotus Emporium

Brittle Bones ft. LVST & daniels gone

Brittle Bones ft. LVST & daniels gone [prod. cxrpse]

SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM MYSELF

FT. https://soundcloud.com/c3of
PROD. https://soundcloud.com/istasha
ART. https://soundcloud.com/c3of

lyrics
-nA
the ceiling everything, my shield (sunlight?)
the hurtful rays whisper when i yield (moonlight?)
ive ran a distance in my mental, in my mental
ive got my fingers gripping metal.
someone save me from myself now.
never take control of hell fire.

mind's a hurricane, i'm constant in the eye
drag a cigarette to understand the vibe
my anxiety be killing off the cells
as i sit and wonder cubical trapped parallels
tell me why im trapped inside this pathetic little mind
while everyone around me just stay look, climbing up the vine
pressing for a booster but we stuck inside a fkn loser
now i call up on the rooster, please awaken every snoozer

papa-
Dont want me dont water me I don't need to grow
Tearing your eyes out
Making them watch
Missing my legs but I walk
Teeth in a jar and they talk
Mutilate me dont watch
Feel like lately you dont wanna scream
Got the same body parts why-

Rip your chords out and I use them just to play the benny hill theme
Think I'm bored now
Sick of playing with your brains like mince meat
In the center of a twister try to grab my face but I get blisters
Work of fiction distant from the real thing

-nA
ive been a static prop
u been a ecstatic, pop.
you're just a addict, top
now das how u end up shot.
i bet you
i bet you barely even think about it.
i bet you
i bet you never even speak about it.
on the track 3 times, moving like a blur
what she need? what she need? yea, kickstarter
am i worth the trouble, do i need the follower?
used to be alleged mini excommunicator

HELL'S FIRE FT. SAINT SLEEP (PROD. ISTASHA)

LYRICS:

(SCISSOR)
So fucking paranoid I sit back wait for my heart to explode
Fucking weak that I can't bring myself to rest in my own home
I got issues that I'm dealing with so let me be alone
Take a polaroid of all my fears pin it to my dome

Nothing left
Drained all the blood that I've bled
I'm blind
Only colour that I see is red
I'm ashamed of the skin that I've shed
I dine
Only thing that I taste is led

Insomnia got me picking at my flesh
And my paranoia got me in a fucking mess,
Ima
let loose
In a mess
Ima
Let loose cuz I feel death prowl

I hit up homie like yo biv let's make them fucking scream
Scizzy and mercy the hardest the underground has seen
Shit got me dizzy get gritty my aura coloured green
Schoolboy Q in this bitch banking those collard greens

Sick of all of you leeches
Scene is in pieces
I gotta fix this shit
I am all of your weakness
You are just schemas
You cannot trick me bitch
Think that you got potential driving all of those fucking rentals boy
You gotta weak mental all you trap boys
think you metal

(BIV)
Wig split,
Finna put that bitch up on my hit list,
Dip shit, told me I was nothing so I pissed it,
Off with my wrist slit, coughin up my bitch fit,
Miss this, couldn't find they lane so I picked it,

Fuck a budget,
Bitch I'm showing up with something,
I can tell that I mean nothing, yuh
Fuck a budget,
Bitch I'm showing up with something,
Why you caught up all the sudden?

Fuck, what they sayin,
I got times a wastin,
You ain't never save him,
Boy don't test my patience,
Only in your statements,
Who the fuck you playin?
How you finna make it?
Bitch don't keep me waitin,

(SCISSOR & BIV)
Fucked up
You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up
Fucked up
You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up

(BIV)
Put a rack in homie's hand, just because I can,
Still ain't good enough for man, get more than I plan,
Smoke a couple packs and think they livin off the land,
Home of the free, caskets for the broke and damned,

I'm better off workin nights,
Not the vulture type, but still the one to earn my stripes,
Tryna get my money right, put fam in better light,
Then eat a 30 clip and call this shit a life

(SCISSOR & BIV)
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked
You ain't tryna see me when I'm,
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up

CHARCHOAL Ft. Van Lawson (Prod. by Biv & Van Lawson)

shlatt anthem (prod. jameer amani)

DEATH CLOCK (PROD. SUNDS)

cover by @hxnjv
MIX AND MASTER BY @CANTWIN HE DID A AMAZING JOB
@cantwin, @slen_lb @killebov @snakepitch @fuckapache @fabidhabi @pxlse @sojhi

NOTWINNING x SLEN x KILL EBOLA x SNAKEPITCH x APACHE x FABI DHABI - MORTALITY! [prod. PULSE x SOJHI]

lefthandluck - left hand prod prxpvne

LEFT HAND PROD PRXPVNE

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]

Produced by @istasha
Art by @c3of

[LYRICS]

I'm unstoppable.
You can't put me to the vault.
I'mma train my soul.
I'mma get invincible.
You can try me,
you can find me,
But it won't be enough to stop me.
You can try to put back,
hoping I won't attack.
This like an open bar of your blood.
I pity you, my little friend.
Nobody's fucking with you.
You never felt alive, alive
ALIVE.

2x
Indestructible,
Single-minded like a bull,
You can try to break my pride. 
But it'll only make you cry.
Fire in the sky,
You will die.
When I look at you I see a child
Someone who as no responsibility. 
A fucking looser
A fucking coward.
You say you lost your life,
I say you never had one.
Don't pour that look at me.
You never should have come at the first place.

[ A M V ]

Indestructible [prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
Tired tracks
Spiral steps
Spinning mind blank
In the bank I forget

Ephasize
Inner Strain
In the back of the brain where they line it with eyes

Get a fucking sense dont need a
Banquet
Anguish
Apparently 
They end up in 
Basket 
Of ashes 

Light another post 
Appear redacted 
in caskets
Aint no point pressed 
Take notes out of guess

Don't trail 
Need sweep
Cover
in it to deep 
Turn black
White dress
All Red 
Blood weep

Seamless as curtain on my vision 
Out of blindfolds 
Stem from a certain dispositions 
Not account for

Strida:
fighting my anxiety
ghosts are passing right through me
splitting off reality
when was the last time i caught some good sleep
i just wanna pull the trigger my brain feel like a disease
always having nightmares cause istasha guides me through my dreams
wide horns 
cleric beast
time has come to serve the feast
blood inherit from diseased

The Blood Ministration Does Not Praise The Sun /w DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

!THANKS FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!

LYRICS:
https://genius.com/Mercenaries-rap-group-stakeout-lyrics

LINEUP:
@C3OF
@PRXPVNE
@DEPTHSTRIDA
@MUGETSU117(FEATURE)
@PRODKXISER
@FUCKAPACHE
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@FUKKSAILOR

ARTWORK:
@PRXPVNE

PRODUCTION:
@FUKKSAILOR
@PRODKXISER

MIXING:
@PRODKXISER

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

STAKEOUT

PROD. @PRXPVNE
FEATURING @ISTASHA
COVER ART BY HTTPS://WWW.INSTAGRAM.COM/LENFANT_/



[@DEPTHSTRIDA]

FUCK IM LOST IN THIS SHIT BITCH
JUMPING THRU THE MATRIX
WORLD NEEDS A QUICK FIX
MERCENARIES ON IT

IM INSANE
NUMB MY BRAIN
FROM THE FUCKING PAIN
RAIN
CRAWLING DOWN MY FACE WHEN ITS TOO LATE
STAY AWAY OR YOU CATCH THE FUCKING FADE
I WONT LET A BITCH STAND IN MY WAY

BITCH I FEEL LIKE ARMORKING I GRAB YOUR ARM AND BREAK YOUR SHOULDER
THIS IS NOT A FUCKING JOKE I MEAN YOU COULD JUST ASK YOUR BROTHER
PRXPVNE FUCK IT UP YUH
SHOW EM ALL YOUR BLOODLUST
LET EM KNOW WHATS UP
STRIDAWALK AND SHUT UP

I DONT CARE ABOUT WHAT EVERYBODY THINIKS



[@ISTASHA]

HERE ARE THE LYRICS FOR THE PROPANE TRACK BTW
STRUCK BY PAIN CLOCK 
FUCXED  WHEN I WAKE UP 
BREATHING ALL MY PARODIES 
EVERYDAY HAVE  MY STAKES UP 
CRUTCHED BY BRAIN BLOCK
MULCHING TILL THEY CAN'T DOCK 
SHAPE MY LENS, AND DEPEND ON MY DAY JOB 

CAN I CANCEL THE DAY 
I WON'T BE A
VESSEL TO TRANSFER DECAY 

STUCK IN MY DARK PHONE 
THE CELL IS LIKE BRAIN SUPPRESSANT 
DUCK IN MY CONE
NOW DRIPPING NUMBERS SYSTEM STABLE FUNCTION 
FAIL 
DODGE
FUCK 
OUT THE CRATE 
NAH
SHITS ABOUT TO BREAK
CANNOT ENTER ANY PLACES 
FOR WHAT? 
DESCENT TO CRAZY 

I'M STUCK LOOKING AT TITTIES ONLINE 
WHAT THE FUCK 
GOTTA PICK ME UP BACK ON MY GRIND
TO COMMEND LIKE A GENERAL IN A SENSE OF ASCENSION I GOT THE BAD IN A BAG AND I LEAVE IT OFF OF MY MENTIONS 
I DON'T PRAISE MY SHIT 
CUT IT OFF LIKE CRICKET 
GOT AWAY REAL QUICK 
CAN I ADD MORE BRICKS? 
TO THIS CHAPEL I KNEW 
REAP RELIGION
I'LL WEAVE THAT SHUT 
IN A TIME CUBE

verbotene sonne

VERBOTENE SONNE FT. ISTASHA THE SCRUB [PROD. PROPANESMOKERPROPANE]

MERCENARIES WORLDWIDE.

!THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT ON BLACK CASH!

LINEUP:
@MUGETSU117
@VENTINGPALACE [WELCOME TO THE FAMILY]
@C3OF
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@PRODKXISER
@NAVVVI
@DEPTHSTRIDA

PRODUCED BY @PRODKXISER
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
COVERT ART BY @LENFANTLONDON & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[CHORUS]X2
I don't care, a little about you.
I don't like, a single thing about you

[VENTING PALACE]
Knock knock it's the mercs better open up the door
When we step into the party, weapons shake you to the core
Best bet you ain't existin anymore
When I pull the trigger splatter brains all up on the floor

I do not give no fucks about the rap game
Or bout some damn fame, a matter of fact
Don't you think we can't tell that all of you artists
Spew all of your content right out of your ass?

[SAINT SLEEP]
Sold my halo for some crack bitch
Mercenaries in the trenches better watch your back bitch
Tear the branches off yo family tree
You a fan of me just to get the bands off me
Rip the helping hand right off the body

Crash the lambo
Man down man down
Airstrike inbound
Think we get around now
You an imitation infiltration on your garrison
We tear em up and now they headless tryna find the rest

[CHORUS]X2
I don't care, a little about you.
I don't like, a single thing about you

[LORD DISTORTION]
Pour one
Fucking wit a 40 and a short gun
Shorty wanna fuck wit me
I'd order me a short cut
Swervin in the fast lane
Boy you need a lug nut
Rolling off the track while we lapping like your girl does

Backpack, cap about his crack
He ain't have none
Black jack pull his card homie never had one
Doused up flames fuck around and burn his house up
Stuffing up chems like a hog when it ground up

Mercenaries on the track, we be pot hole speeding
We ain't worried bout your gang bitch your not so even
You a walking fucking fail you is not sum demon
Little pussy looking frail fucking snot nosed cretin

If we pull up then we shoot back corny looking boombap
When you drop a track everyone ask why you do that?

Pull up with a new gat
Fumes come out the crew gas
Intoxicate the weather pull a weapon and defuse that

[KAISER]
Ima pull up with my gang and then run this shit
I think I will rob a bank and store my win
Need to hide my face you cant see me bitch
Always first place , yeah watch us win
Pulling up in khaki jeans, fully colored army jeeps
Fully tuned up to the max - we even got massage seats
Body armor on my knees, balaclava on my mien
Watch us pull up all the way from Kazakhstan to Mozambique

Call it inspiration I call it copy this, copy that
Save all your muddy beats on floppy disks you copycat
Maybe you can tell me where your motherfucking bodies at
Take a look around your house I cant find no fucking body bags

[CHORUS]
I don't care, a little about you.
I don't like, a single thing about you

[NAVVVI]
Yea ill be a 67 aged trap god
My poweress to strong thru the analog
I dont how to be myself thru a grape vine
So ill act like yo daddy give me out a great time

Seems like to me that you never got the paper
Boo,hoo little manny salty like a caper
Knowin why you're never sober call u Mr. Chief Keef
Soundcloud fighting aliens, master cheif

Race to the top like a boomer off skooma, I
Never just panic I stick in my puma's
Now yoooou know yooooou know
Its never a false break

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Ok the benz is white
Bitch is lookin nice
I got money on my mind
And it keep me up at night
Ayo that beat is tight
Produced kaiser am I right?
Ay my homie droppin fire
You producers look like dykes

So we pull and we fuck shit up
Mercenaries next up
You pull up- and nothing slut
You dont hit no headshot
We pull up
And you gon duck
Nothing than a beta cuck
You pull up
And get wet up
Keep barking little dog

Ak
One tap
Fuck shit up since blackcash
Mercenaries in this bitch
Your gang is talking mad trash
Pull up with a rifle and and im aiming for your head bow
They be hating on this gang your girlfriend is my fan now
Your girl friend is my fan
She fucks the gang
She grabs my hand

MARTYR (Single)

MARTYR

Had to do it at least once. 
Production and art: @sneaky_haxor

Lyrics:
Pull on up, put you down, bitch we gonna seal your fate 
Scope on top, take my shot, I ain't gonna look away

  
Let them rounds off 
Bands on the mindset 
Product in the package 
Hide the strap inside the baggage 



Fuck off you bitch 
I'm feeling so selfish 
Hand on that pole 
And i Might have to tap it 

Ride on the low 
Leaving bro in a casket 
Fuck what you tote
Cuz you ain't gonna blast it  


Moving in, moving up 


You cannot just judge up my way of life
Working so hard I can not stop to  breathe 

Shut up boy just back off me 
Big body bag in case we need 
Bullet in the body 
And the Body 
In the bushes 
And we dipping 
Yeah we footing 
When we coming out the trees

LEFT HAND PROD PRXPVNE

LEFTHANDLUCK

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