Name: Ticktack by Mari Miller
Duration: 3 min 15 s
Description: demo

GOLD FANGS (ft. Sadzilla) (Prod. SUPREME)

MOBBS RADICAL- WHACK(PROD. ³³MARROW)

Ticktack

Sink into the dead of night
Demons come alive
Belly of the beast don't you dare slip inside
Ain’t nowhere to go
When your body froze
This a lucid nightmare all up in your dome, oh no

It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

Sleep paralysis
That demon sitting on your chest
Watch him gently reach out, arms akimbo
Gripping around your neck
Bite into your flesh like a motherfucking cannibal
Tryna yell out for help 
But no words come out your mandible

Look into the demon’s eyes ever so closely
Recognise you in the presence of your very own ghost
It tryna take you from this world and bring you some place else
Where you don’t feel no pain or feel insane no more

DEAD!
 
You gon feel the pressure stabbing in, no acupuncture
When the entity is crawling in your motherfucking stomach
 
Ahhh
Making your way out the simulation
Is it real or hallucination?
Now you deep in the void 
Hear the beast make a noise
Ain’t no time for no hesitations now
To go toe-to-toe with your ghost
Ain’t nobody gonna take control but yourself  
Gotta break, gotta break, gotta break out this cell
Kill all these creatures and get out of hell

(GASPS)

Sink into the dead of night
Demons come alive   
Belly of the beast don't you dare slip inside
Ain’t nowhere to go
When your body froze
This a lucid nightmare all up in your dome, oh no
   
It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

▶️ LYRIC VIDEO

DEAD OF NIGHT 🌙 Prod. DAEGHO x FLXTLINE 🌙

Halloween (ft. do not resurrect)

I want nothing to do with you
I want nothing to do with this
I don’t got anymore patience 
I hate you and I hate this 
I hate that and I hate them 
I hate everything within
The line i draw be to thin
Hatred creep up to my chin

I hate you 
I hate him
I hate her 
I hate everyone 
Fuck up out my face 
Before I start deleting everyone
I don’t got no place
For yo fake ass tryna put me on 
Girl you such a waste
The way you tryna turn me on 
I hate you 
I hate him 
I hate her
I hate everyone
Fuck up out my face
Can’t you see I wanna be alone
I don’t got no place
For these bitches blowin up my phone
Girl you such a waste
What the hell you doin in my home

I want nothing to do with you
I want nothing to do with this
I don’t got anymore patience 
I hate you and I hate this 
I hate that and I hate them 
I hate everything within
The line i draw be to thin
Hatred creep up to my chin

FREE DL

I HATE . . .

Sorry for uploading this one late to soundcloud. Was in the hospital on a surgery complication bend! Good for the most part now but ill be recovering for about 2 months. Still lots of music on the way for spotify and soundcloud!

Lyrics:
Sleeping on the world that tells me I am fuckin wrong
Writing for these girls I want to stick the bills inside their thongs 
Walkin through the dirt I know the world is adverse to song 
But Im singing out like 50 parsecs for these fuckin dogs

Cerberus on a leash
Terminus for my peace
Swervin it with the piece 
Drive by at the beach
Vice city shit for the crowd ya murder marching beat 
Becoming a canister pressure and heat
Im blowing my face on sheet

Wanted posters on the walls
In my future kinda tall
Cause of all the sutures I'm embodied from the fuckin claws
I'm on a massacre fillin the bodies 
That will meet back in my coffin 
Murder them yeah im astral
Drippin now I'm comet coughin

Bitch, ima dick
I'm waking sentry with the lich army
In my drip
Im leaving the skeletons in my wake I'm atom's split
Found a nuke on the world, wait the ash and bloody bits 
Im like a kid throwing tantrum on the snake and tail shit
Yeah Scriptz

Drift togue, riding on the motherfuckin
I got zip code
Flippin all these fuckin corners
I got sick flow
Drippin all these fuckin candles
Dont need simple
I'm like a pit bull
Yeah Scriptz

Sleeping on the world that tells me I am fuckin wrong
Writing for these girls I want to stick the bills inside their thongs 
Walkin through the dirt I know the world is adverse to song 
But Im singing out like 50 parsecs for these fuckin dogs

Cerberus on a leash
Terminus for my peace
Swervin it with the piece 
Drive by at the beach
Vice city shit for the crowd ya murder marching beat 
Becoming a canister pressure and heat
Im blowing my face on sheet

ASTRAL PROJECTION (PROD. SHREDDED)

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

Stay back as I rap pistol loaded
You're wack as you rap is you lagging
Straight facts everybody think they on shit
JavaScript like I'm coding the back end
Sit back relax I know I got this
Hit back to back we're never lacking
Win right to left you know I'm stacking
Big bags in the trunk as I'm driving

Stay away I don't care if you miss me
Die alone by the way that you're living
Now I know that you're loving me
Sad songs as I need to bleed
Yeah it's fucking amazing how we made it this far
Stuck in a maze only stare at the walls
All of these faces made me scared of the dark
Know someday we'll be living it large

I keep calling, but nobody feel the same
I'll keep fighting cuz nobody can take me down
I keep calling, but nobody feel the same
I'll keep fighting cuz nobody can take me down

Stay back as I rap pistol loaded
You're wack as you rap is you lagging
Straight facts everybody think they on shit
JavaScript like I'm coding the back end
Sit back relax I know I got this
Hit back to back we're never lacking
Win right to left you know I'm stacking
Big bags and I mo'fuckin' count it

99magic

ASTROMAN (Prod. ADXNIS)

The Amsterdam-based sonic wizard known as Nozem returns after an exceptional showing with 'Intersect Vol. III', his latest offering on the NOX imprint. With the original track '1984', Nozem delivers on all fronts with his high energy, dance floor focused style of psychedelia-infused techno-trance crossover. His remix of 'Rooftop Hopping' has been a staple in label boss Ben Rama's live sets for 2 years running, and consistently gets incredible crowd responses, so we were eager to showcase his mighty sound on our inaugural NOX compilation.

NOX Vol. I

Nozem - 1984 (Original Mix)

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Ticktack

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