Skrillex, Noisia, josh pan & Dylan Brady - Supersonic (My Existence)
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Skrillex, Noisia, josh pan & Dylan Brady - Supersonic (My Existence)

Original mp3, high quality version of Jura’s “SIMON THE DIGGER”.
(Out on Escence Audio 300 likes special EP)

ALL CREDITS GOES TO JURA.

Jura - SIMON THE DIGGER

some men will fight. some die. some live by the knife.
and some by the sword of the samurai.

BUSHIDO (PROD. SOLSA)

Free Download

jura - simon the digger (medicine place script)

What Do You Call?

Grits - Ooh Aah // My Life Be Like (ft.2Pac & DMX)

Zeds Dead present: The Adrenaline EP

Available to buy now:
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Tracklist: 
A. In The Beginning
B. Adrenaline
C. Hit Me
D. Oh No

Released by: Inspected 
Release/catalogue number: INSP005
Release date: Jan 23, 2012

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Zeds Dead - In The Beginning

(I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL IV )

$UICIDEBOY$ - MISSED MY CUE FOR CURTAIN CALL

LYRICS:

YOU EVER LOVE A NIGGA THEN HE GONE?

I HAVE I HAVE 
I PUT THAT THOUGHT INSIDE OF MANY SONGS
DRINKING BY MYSELF AGAIN

DRINK UNTIL THE HENNY’S GONE
IS WHAT THEY TELL YOU
IF YOU PASSED IT RIP OUT ANY BONG
ADVICE TO KEEP YOUR HEALTH A 10

IM TIRED ALL THESE NIGGAS WRONG
TIRED OF LISTENING TO NIGGAS THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS SHIT
ISAIAH AINT MY FRIEND OVER A WORD
BUT A MAN WITH THE SAME NAME FUCKING WITH ME THAT’S OBSURD 
I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL IN THIS SHIT HOE 
YOU MUST NOT HAVE HEARD

HOW COULD YOU NOT BITCH I BEEN YELLING MORE THAN EVEN
GETTING OFF POT HOP OFF THE TOP LIGHT AS A FEATHER
LETTING THE COP SLIP ON THE CUFFS AND IF HE DOING IT TOO ROUGH
I LOOK AT MOMMA LIKE WHATEVER

MAKE HER CRY ONE TOO MANY A TIME
SHE SEE ME GROW COLDER AS IM GETTING OLDER 
I TOLD HER IT’S FINE

I HOLD HER SHE BLIND FROM THE TEARS IN HER EYES
SHE WANT ME TO FIND MY LIFE IN THESE 

RHYMES IN MY HEAD IN A LINE
MY PAIN AND MY STRIFE
EVERY MOMENT MY LIFE
CLOSING IN ON ME

WHY

DO I FEEL THE NEED TO DO MORE THAN THESE OTHERS
CUZ IN THIS LIFE IVE LOST SOME BROTHERS, THAT’S RIGHT

NIGGAS CANT TELL IF THEY LOVE ME FOR REAL OR
THEY JUST WANNA STEAL MY ATTENTION

I MENTION A NIGGA ONE TIME AND HE FREAK 
I BE BREAKING THEY HEARTS AND THEN MAKING THEY WEEKS

IT’S A BLESSING TO KNOW THAT MY STRESSING BOUT ART 
IS IMPRESSING TO NIGGAS THAT LESSEN THEY VALUE 
AS WELL AS YOU NIGGAS THAT LOVE THE IMPROVEMENT
I JUST LOVE TO HOP ON THE MIC AND THEN LOSE IT

SO FUCK ALL YOU PEOPLE 
I DO WHAT I WANT
I DONT WANT NO ONE CALLING MY SHOTS
FOR ME 
TORE ME APART

FUCK THE TOBACCO IT KILLING OUR HEARTS
AND FUCK ALL THE OPIATES I WONT EVEN START

SOME OF US WANT IT 
AND SOME OF US DONT
JUST LEAVE THE SUCCEEDING TO NIGGAS THAT WONT

GIVE UP AND THROW THEY SHOT AWAY
LIVE UP TO WHAT MY APPA SAY

I’LL RUN IT
FOR ALL YOU NIGGAS HATING ON MY STYLE
AND ALL YOU NIGGAS TOWING PISTOLS TALKING WILD
THIS MY THERAPY

DONT GET IT CONFUSED…
I DO THIS SHIT SO I WILL NOT GO BLOW A FUSE 
AND A HURT A HUMAN ANY HUE
HOE WOULD YOU BUG IF I WAS BLUE?
IF I LOOKED MORE LIKE YOU?
IF I DID WHAT YOU EXPECTED
IN A WAY YOU THOUGHT WAS COOL?
BITCH IM TRYNA DISECT IT

HOW I GET THROUGH
TO PEOPLE THAT DONT WANNA LISTEN
THEY VERY COMFORTABLE HATING, 
DEBATING SHIT THAT AINT CHANGING
CUZ THERE AINT ENOUGH AT STAKE AND
NOBODY OWNING THET FATE
OR THE FOOD ON THEY PLATE
OR THE THOUGHTS IN THEY HEAD
I DONT NEED THOTS IN MY BED
I NEED A LOT TO MY NAME
I NEED A PLOT FOR MY GRAVE THAT
WILL EVENTUALLY NOT BE
THERE IS NO POINT TO BE COCKY
OR TRY TO BE ASAP ROCKY 
NIGGAS WANNA FREE ASAP ROCKY MORE THAN
NIGGAS WANNA FREE THEYSELVES 
BITCH ARE YOU WELL PLEASE LET YOURSELF OUT THE CELL

I WANNA LET THESE NIGGAS KNOW THAT I AM DOING FINE
I WANNA LET YOU NIGGAS KNOW THAT GOT THROUGH IT FINE
AND I DONT WANT YOU NIGGAS DYING OVER ME OR MINE
AND I DONT WANT YOU PEOPLE CRYING 

never let another human tell you what you can do
cuz what man do is inside of your mind

free

THERAPY (PROD. WENDIGO)

Lyrics:

fear my sounds
where i found them
share my fountain 

run away
run or stay and fight
praying night befall my 

sight

wide eyed, bide my time
why’d i find my mind
right now

cry i lie my head down
high off of my pipe
i vow

to never be addicted again
see my ego shifting my 
friend make no mistake

i am very sick of these men
and the way the way they wanna picket my 
pen, i love i hate

the way you look at me
as if i really shouldnt be alive

as if i seem to pull at the
string that keep you fooled that you’ll survive
this

take a look around
through your iris

you never outliving that virus

decision to be living is high risk

my piss

yellow like the jello
in my big lead fridge, I

take it out and then get inside!

maybe it’ll save me from the nuclear fire

can’t stop
i aint getting tired, lie

awake at night
i count a million sheep

i spy a spider
on my ceiling he creep uh

with my niggas in the 
dead of the night

strangest figures 
silhouetted by light
wanna fight?
i would rather not dirty my art
or my heart 
with a feeling like spite

right

i yearn for a different world 
where the people not offended by my “negative” imagery
energy symmetry 
i believe theres beauty in what i make
i am the product of everything before me aint gonna fake nothing

all i did was make shit with homies and now we fucking buzzing
bumble bees the last of a dying breed with my fucking cousins
yeah, 
we just gon create for good and badness sake
we yell until the “Sleeping On Us” come awake

and I’m just looking forward to some better days
for everybody dying at a different pace
i hope that i can see you in a different place
if none of us competing then there isn’t race

i tried just
know a nigga put in that work one time
all this drawing at a table tend to hurt my spine
open up my jaw and they avert they eyes

no more
they will hear my cries, I’m
something more than you would find
by judging my spirit by my ethnic ties

black sheep
cast away

don’t come near my flock today

with the wolves 
go and play

i am not a leper 
i was born that way

and 
you are not a shepherd 
you a wolf in human clothing

fuck a nigga following
and fuck a stick you holding

i am not clay 
to manipulate for molding

i wish you saw us both same


i wish you saw us both same


no shit
this nigga doesnt give a fuck about yoooou
new shit hit just like a typhoon
don’t talk to me when I’m drawing my toons

hoe bitch
please listen to a nigga when he moving his lips
like go little indian he moving his hips
like show all the little men what doing shit is

make a decision
are you a black sheep?

there is no place like home
for the tired

you may wanna go out of your way
but every single second falling off of these days

i don’t want 
none of your
sitting and hating another

spider gang
brighter than you and yo sister and brother

I HAVE MINES
WRITE MY LINES
TAKE MY TIME
BEFORE WE DIE

WHAT HAVE WE DONE
TO HOME IN THE SKY
WANTED TO FLY
A LITTLE TOO HIGH

I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHERE I GO MICHAEL
MAYBE IM A 
MAYBE IM A FOOL I TRIFLE

I DONT WANNA SEE THE END
BUT I, I WONT STOP MARCHING, FRIENDS

WHERE DID HE COME FROM AND WHERE DID HE GO?
I SAW HIM THAT ONE TIME OUTSIDE OF A SHOW
I KNOW WHO HE IS NOW BUT I DIDNT KNOW
OF SOMETHING THAT UGLY WITH A RADIANT GLOW

BLACK SHEEP (PROD. WENDIGO)

lyrics:
I took a second out my day to calm the fuck down
Now I got one less second to do something
What the fuck now my nigga

Uh, I figure it’s genetic man it suck how
The cards you got are permanent and shape the way you talk out loud 

Or take a walk down town
I should be thinking bout the way the trees are looking
Or the smell of pizza cooking 
Or the sound the breeze is workin into me
Instead I’m hurting

Avoiding the moment
I pull the curtain

Hide me!

cuz i dont know what your intentions are at all
I feel so small and minuscule i want to call

to anyone who’ll stop this drenching of my soul
i feel the wall and kick right through
i fought it

hot head
i wanna plant some flowers not the 
potted kind
i feel the power my 
retarded mind
has got inside it find it
hard to mind

my own business
my flow quick as a missile 
until it slow down
a glow stick and it click
oh what a cool sound 
i showed my momma 
my music and she was so proud
she told me future
i choose it that hit me profound 

i forget to breathe and
where i put my damn keys
that’s a problem 
frame freeze it

need it
or so it seems 
cuz every picture 
fade away when no one there to see 

people been living for forever wit no therapy
so why im different

it aint bout yo feelings
our society is slipping 
no support without a family
this paper got me thinking
if i gave him what i owe
then why the fuck i gotta tip him nigga

this money’s uncaring
and it aint no fun sharing
but you selfish if you don’t 
and if you do you must be happy right?
if higher numbers made you number wouldn’t that be nice?

i need to lay down
just lie dead
i wanna run away to somewhere i can 
rest my head 

the birds sound beautiful
the light bounce off
off my fingers and my cuticles
i bite down soft on em

my father point it out now im embarrassed 
i don’t know who i’d be without my parents

work with what you got 
they taught me 
to not blow up the spot
be healthy
and don’t talk down cops
whether wealthy or 
poor they got more glocks
than you ever will
you felt it before

that’s good advice
walking down the street
high then a kite
bright light flashing
ashing the blunt 
the neighborhood is nice

THEY STAY ADDICTED TO THE CASH FLOW
MMM AND IM JUST LAYING ON THE GRASS LIL MAMA
CAN YOU WATCH A NIGGA PASS THO?
MMM SEE HIM LEAVE YOU IN THE PAST 
AND AMASS THOSE COMMAS?

STUPID LIL BITCH HATING ON ME
CUZ I AINT SUCKIN NO DICK FOR NO APPROVAL
OR A RUBLE WHATCHU ON A,

HALF MADE PLAN 
“LEMME GET THAT IN ADVANCE
IM TOO SCARED TO TAKE A CHANGE
I JUST NEED A LOT OF DOLLAS IN MY PANTS”

DO YA DANCE
IMMA DO MINE
FINE WITH BEING BROKE
ALL MY FIGURES COME IN DUE TIME

YA HONOR
THEY TRYNA GET A NEW PIECE OF MINE
BUT ALL THESE PEOPLE NEED AQUIRE
IS A NEW PEACE OF MIND

What Do You Call?

Lucas Ortolano

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