LINEUP:
@SSJCXRPSE

PRODUCED BY @SKOTSKR & @SOL-FILSHIE
ART BY @C3OF

I HATE ME MORE THAN YOU EVER COULD

Playlist Description: An album to open old wounds, make new ones, and move your collective souls.

Background Info: Brahman's first EP. This was taken down in June 2018 along with a lot of his other old music and was lost for a year before it resurfaced in June 2019. The tracks 'This' (also known as This is the intermission) and 'Woofer' were posted as singles prior to the EP's release.

Brahman - These Days

Don't Know Nothing

lyric (art by @nuumastar)

yeah im finna boot up
im in this bitch i do not care i give like two fucks
you sending shots up in the air you still cant shoot us
said keep on talking at my show you get your crew fucked

and bitch im back up in the room you cannot boot me
said get your face kicked
like thats a two piece
come get your brain picked

i said oh no not again
send
anyone get flexed on
yeah you talking bout guns but i bring the best one
schizophrenic in the zone yeah i guess that i must've slept wrong
tek off
uh shawty be fucking all over my face
and i came in this bitch yeah you know i cant wait
and you better go hurry cuz im taking your place
back off
dont stop bitch i smoking your pack up
spit on your feet yeah i feel like alpaca

and im fucking yo bitch and i turn her around and i dont give a fuck cuz im making her body flip
and i dont give a shit i put you on the ground i said look at my pack thats where all the toxins is
and i hit from the back i be making it crack and i just look at the sky cuz i got all these options bitch

wait i dont even know like whats the mothafuckin day
all you fucking bitches always got something to say
i just wanna die can someone put me in my grave
i dont give a fuck like suicide the only way
way too many drugs i think im fucking my membrane

yeah im finna boot up
im in this bitch i do not care i give like two fucks
you sending shots up in the air you still cant shoot us
said keep on talking at my show you get your crew fucked you get your crew fucked you get your crew fucked

lungs feeling hollow need me cigarettes aye
you cannot talk watch me aim for the neck uh
how many friends are the ops i detect bitch
where is yo thot break her back in my bed bitch
turn off your heart put my knife in your chest bitch
cut off both my arms because im feelings reckless
dont stop with my bag or else you getting checked bitch
no shots in my mag cuz i made them all exit

IN THE CLUB (PROD. WENDIGO)

NO AIR - CXRPSE (PROD. Lucy Wynters)

oneinthechamber.6

"What originally started as me recording a particular song—I just wasn’t quite hitting the flow I wanted. After many takes, I started chopping up what I had, and one thing led to another. I ended up with a Frankenstein-like creation made from bits that almost hit the mark. Hence the name: Twisted."

-TWISTED..STILL NEEDS WORK

Lyrics:

Imma bad bitch how you not
Know
Fuck all the rules
Is my motto

U look at me thinkin
"Oh please god no"
Ain't finna do it bitch i did
 i got u

I be the only one My manneqiun can talk to
I be its canvas causing damage when i walk through
Its on some danger music shit bitch don't move
Bulldozer to the venue its performance art

On ur fuckin screen imma virus
Imma pop star miley cyrus
Shoutout to based world for life bitch
Comin to you live from ur devices

Got cult following like isis
Bitch im boutta blow like isis
Oh bitch dont be mad dont be righteous
Kinda funny if u think about it like this



Its a hit its a hits its a hits
Feel the kick from the kid
Do a trick on my dick ya

Comedian take the piss
Disney shit
Evil corporation takin over
Now we in this bitch

Bitch i broke the internet
Progranda on the web
Fill your mind with my trash
Till ur brain fuckin dead



Good ol' fashioned family fun
U cannot stomach me bitch
I make you vomit a ton

Bitch its all your rug
Fancy decor that u love
Bitch im shitting out doves
Elegance and disgust

Im industrial bitch
Manufactured im loved
By the masses  im whats happenin
Im the center of us

Young jim jones bitch
Join the club
Start a movement
Noided up!

Beat a dead horse till it live
It ain't come back
But i needed more of it

Shit my bad people
Gettin bored of this
Its the past
Guess i'll copy some more hits

That get picked by the 12 year old kids
They best man they really know their shit
I'm up next got these blogs on my dick
sellin pussy industry it be my pimp

IT'S A HIT

pt 1 prod. landfill 
pt 2 prod. solsa

prod. landfill

Ima rob the next old lady that look at me like I'm finna
I was the kid that died
Picking up pieces I planned it I jammed it inside
Fuck an og 
this beat was made for me
Got em runnin off
Witout no feet
I got jumped by a group of amputees
Spider gang finna trample like a stampede
No cap on my scalp, no bowler hat
Don’t move wit no jokes, already told em that
I be big blastin in a spider tank
I need mo ammo where da mortars at
Y’all record the past, I make big blasts I’m outsourcin that
I be sellin more while y’all tellin more
You a corp of rats, I am so bored of that

I’m gon punch in I know somethin that you don’t, winged boy broke
Hoes
Dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, I ain’t gotta post
Those
Flex bullshit, no rent holdin
Gon up poles n blow wit no control
Collect most of the best tokens
Ain’t pressed, hoping for the best
Slow it all down

Down

I set the earth on fire where the sun don’t shine x4
Send em all down

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

prod. solsa

popcorn up inside my lungs
I’ve had enough

Y’all got plug but no power
...
Y’all got high but no time
...

I’m onna trunk smokin animals
Please do not pick up a camera
When I eat a sandwich
can’t micromanage em
Lookin like lights in my eyes I don’t wanna die
I tend to burn inside but I ain’t permafried
I did acid at least 20 times by now
Cryin my eyes out
I don’t like no one outside now
I keep it tight
Where it doesn’t get bright
And we fightin to find out
What’s the move
8 leggers really comin thru
Pummel you

Bust a move, the luck is brutal
Touch, in tune, for cups of soup
What’s the move

Huh... You tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak
Watch me screamin as I please, as I was raised, I’m of the breed, uncomfortably

. . everybody fiendin for uniqueness
they think I don’t see them, I defeat. This.
egos be inflated for no reason
me owe shit to thee I don’t believe. It.

You won’t do it it’s impossible
...
Take a risk and get illogical
...
Solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls
...
Spider gang, your homies not as bold
...
I’m in trash x3
I’m in the dumpster
I’m finna bump my own shit
To sleep
I’m finna love what I writ
You sleep
You is a crackhead
You tweak
You in the past tense 
You weak
You can get better 
Just try
You better live ‘fore
You die

I don’t wanna rap

she sells sea shells, send it for retail
he sells details, peddle a piece, fail
breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale
prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us 
we die, defy, everyone denied
these guys treat life sweet as a creampie
need time, keep bright, I cannot see right
be blind, breathe my semen, don’t read my lyrics

Do it for emotion I don’t do it for appearance 
I don’t need nobody clearance, I’m a spirit
I can phase thru walls
Want a fade, who brawl
What a waste, you stall
It’ll break you all
Pick another poison, don’t gotta pretend you hear it
I need everybody’s spirits, it’s a currency in lothric
Y’all gon make my cock spit
Seminally toxic
If I gotta mock them
Open up my logic

Pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head
And an arm and a leg, ain’t as far as you think
Lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y’all get carried
Battle for style, you rap for a title, I rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile
Sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall

I HATE ME MORE THAN YOU EVER COULD

MAKE FAMILY NOT FRIENDS

Recent comments

retardeddog

rubynt

recluse

Related tracks