Existentialism.

prod. gbb @mwahaha2 

order:
@mindarchipelago [0:21 to 0:52]
@axiumvk [0:52 to 1:25]
@eviiildead [1:25 to 1:47]
@ghettobloodball [1:47 to 2:29 ]

LYRICS:
[Mind Archipelago]
Got two dicks, called it twins!
Put me up against Moon Lord, bound to win!
Stab this dumb motherfuck with an Ice Sickle!
Talked all that shit, sent to the hospital!
Playing on hard mode, Titanium Armor!
Grab the whip, shit a charmer!
Reload the magazine, time to get into it!
Got the MANA loaded, shit getting ignorant!
I didn't even finish yet, blood glowing extra red!
I ain't even get in yet, that mf already dead!
Godly weapons, equip the godly weapons!
I ain't even finished yet, already in Gawdly Heaven!

[LosTK]
Moon lord pulling up, but he aint gon do shit!
Let him build an ego and then hit him wit the tool bih!
S.D.M.G, unload the full clip!
Got the demolitionist. so yuh, im boutta blow shit!
Let em run up on me, I got meteorite!
The dryad lookin sexy, and I know that she gon lemme pipe!
Kill that nigga Freddy Krueger and he dropped a psycho knife!
Let the golem talk his shit, eviscerate him with a scythe!
Slime king bitch cuz a nigga slimy!
Got the Vortex Beater, bruh I wish a nigga try me!
Skeletron a bitch and if im wrong, then come defy me!
Got the slime mount in the whip. come and find me!

[Evildead]
Boy, I’m fucking two bitches like the twins!
You a bitch, c'mon let’s not pretend!
Down bad, this is getting outta hand!
Dungeon Guardian, you not getting in!
Fuckin on yo shawty, yea she like me!
Eye of Cthulhu, cuz y'know I’m always watching!
Me and yo momma, we about to get it spicy!
Got the terra blade and I keep that shit by!

[Gbb]
Send em to heaven, boss count about twenty seven, we got murderous intention, watch the ground u treading, hyper-territorial just like fishron, 
U a fish outta water, imma nigga onna mission, have his ass out like the night, clown his gravestone, 
then get ready for the Blood Moon Raid, doom is imminent!
Hit it then im ghost like a apparition, 
Her throat nasty like Plantera, but she look like Skeletron!
Hit my telephone, u gon pwn, mini sharks round to the dome,
N we watch yo head get blown, promise we gon getchu gon!
This not Final Fantasy, but I’ll clock with u this Bustah Sword, 
We on bustah watch bust yo ass 10 to 1!
Hallow like a skeleton, souls by the metric ton, 
We slimey like we gelatin, u slimey like u sick or sum!
Keep my dime piece close, and call it penny pinching, 
Magic mirror disappear adios, like I’m Houdini, BITCH!

TERRARIA CYPHER

Terraria Cypher

prod. crimtek

@losthakid

lyrics:

[Mind Archipelago]

Phones tapped, 
Double tap to your head,
I do not give a shit, 
I am not gonna stop until you dead.

Shut the fuck up, you dirty bitch,
Go take a shower, and clean yo dirty clit,
Why the fuck you talking all that shit,
Bitch, you stink like a fish, and you smell like a bitch.

Phones tapped, 
Double tap to your head,
I do not give a shit, 
I am not gonna stop until you dead.

We in zombieland, get the fuck outta my face,
Imma pull out the rulebook, just in case,
Rule number one, dont get fucked up,
Please, just get off my fucking nuts.

We in zombieland, get the fuck outta my face,
Imma pull out the rulebook, just in case,
Rule number one, dont get fucked up,
Please, just get off my fucking nuts.

[LosTK]

Got medkits, supplies, and gats, up in the hiding spot,
Ready for the deployment, raging blood, can feel it rising hot,
Got everybody up in this rebellion, this a melting pot,
And you tryna act hot, til we pull up, and make your bodies drop.

Singing lost melodies, extra pieces, and honeypots,
Got your head swinging, know I'm killing it, how your body rocks,
We acting up, getting jiggy with it, racing against the clock,
Head bobbing nigga, shine the light, shake on them golden locks.

Lost in time, we aint get the message,
Come sit down with your pops, time to hear lesson,
Bitch I'm never stressing, always keep a wesson,
Got the good boof, that's delicatessen.

Ain't got up yet, guess it's been a while,
But, I'll come back and get that extra mile,
Caught me with a weapon, never went to trial,
Iss that code talk, nigga we compile it.

Cold blooded killer, my nigga, I be the analyst,
Psychopath, chop a nigga up, like Uncle Alchemist,
Take a puff, and sit back, knowing that we ain't at the bottom list,
We dictate your fate, Council of Doom, call us the panelists.

ZOMBIELAND

Zombieland.

Production: Dreizer.

YOU IS NOT ONE OF US.

Lyrics:

Bitch, I do not want to hear you got to say (say),
Please, just get the fuck out my way (way, way),
Pull out the aks and ars, and we boutta spray (spray, spray),
Wet up yo block, bitch, we do not fucking play (pah, pah, pah).

Pah, pah, pah

Bitch, we do not fucking play, get the fuck outta my face,
Yeah, we do not fucking play,
Yeah, we do not fucking play.

Get out my way,
Bitch, you aint in the place to say.

Bitch, I do not give a fuck,
Bitch, I'm boutta run it up,
Got my bands up,

Go to the bank up, and im boutta rack it up (bah),
Bitch, shut the fuck up,
I do not want to hear what you gotta say (pew, pew),
Bitch, you is not one of us (bow, bow, bow, bow).

Bitch, you is not one of us (you is not one of us),
Bitch, you aint one of us.

Bitch, you aint one of us, and never will be (be, be)
Get the fuck outta here, before I knock you into next 
Week (next week, next week).

Bitch, you—
Bitch, you ugly.

++ spray

Spray.

Production: CRIMTEK

@ghettobloodball

Lyrics:

[Mind Archipelago]

Battling the mindset i hate,
Hate taking the pain i gain,
Talking down on my name,
My name,

You aint really know me,
Thought you’d understand,
Thought you’d take it slowly
Grabbed me by the hand, 

My mind is blank,
My stomach sank,
Drank my pain away,

Drugs to keep me sane,
Yeah, my mind is luminescent,
I got drugs to keep me sane,
Keep me sane

People fucking me up,
Talking down on my name, my name,
My name, my name

Excessive thoughts,
Running through my brain,
Excessive thoughts,
Driving me insane.

[gbb]

Ion need you anymore,
Watch u walk — out the door,
Imma need —  some more bread,
Not a devious lil' whore.

This gon end — in blood n gore,
When ya bros — turn they swords on to you, 
No more loyalty in store,
No more friends — drop dead onna floor.

Wondering if you gon,' 
Be part of my demise, or
We rise up counting these 
Checks till we die.

Where does your — alliance lie,  
One shot — you better try. 

Fuck what u promise, show me your worth, 
In bloody tears when u cry [x2]

Pray for the lost one now,
Bodies laying all around,
Bloody battle grounds,
Soiled blood all around.

Can’t take the burden for you
You’ll take me down too.

_+excessive##

Excessive.

p. skkady

Yeah yeah yeah,

Brain on fire, hallucinations,
Everything you say wont last in the long run,
Get out my face bitch, you ruining the fun,

Why the fuck you talkin, talkin, talkin, talkin; bitch, get walking,
I'm walking, walking, walking, got the Glock in my
Hand, I'm flying, flying, flying, flying high to Japan,
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you bitch and fuck yo mans.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Aye bitch you betta shut up, yeah, you aint the one,
Yeah, im pulling up, pulling up, yeah, I got the gun,
Shooting yo bitch ass up, one-by-one.

Why the fuck you talkin, talkin, talkin, talkin; bitch, get walking,
I'm walking, walking, walking, got the Glock in my 
Hand, I'm flying, flying, flying, flying high to Japan,
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you bitch and fuck yo mans.

I got the, got the, got the, got the fucking plan,
I'm creeping, creeping, creeping, like the boogey man,
Got the, got the, got the camo on like Afghanistan,
Running, running, running, running; catch me if you can.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just admit it, you're a fucking hypocrite,
All I be making, making is fucking hits,
Don't come around me, if you talking, talking shit.

Why the fuck you talkin, talkin, talkin, talkin; bitch, get walking,
I'm walking, walking, walking, got the Glock in my 
Hand, I'm flying, flying, flying, flying high to Japan,
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you bitch and fuck yo mans,

I got the, got the, got the, got the fucking plan,
I'm creeping, creeping, creeping, like the boogey man,
Got the, got the, got the camo on like Afghanistan,
Running, running, running, running; catch me if you can.

Why you talking, talking, talking, talking, get to walking
Walking, walking, walking, got the glock in my hand
Why you talking, talking, talking, talking, get to walking
Walking, walking, walking, got the glock in my hand

walkin_+

Production: skkady

Lyrics: 

Yeah.

I'm done with the bullshit, we are done,
Oh my god, bitch just shut up you ain fun,
Everything you say, jus ain no fun,
Get outta my face, bitch you are not worth nun.

I got the, got the, got the, gattling gun for everyone,
That shit went ra ta, ta, ta, ta,
That at everyone,
Get out of my face, bitch we are not fucking done.

I got the, got the, got the, gattling gun for everyone
That shit went ra, ta, ta, ta, ta,
That at everyone,
Get out of my face, bitch we are not fucking done.

One by one, by one, by one, I shot at everyone.

I'm pulling up, yeah I got the gun that shit pack-a-punched,
I'm pulling up with the gas, that shit packs a punch,
Don't be that one bitch that goes around and fucks a bunch,
Eating, eating, eating, eating, eating up that lunch.

AK-47 putting holes in you, like a sponge,
I'm not fucking with you, bitch I'm on the plunge.

I don't give a fuck, just give me yo number,
Lets fuck it up.

I'm billin, billin, billin, billin, billin this shit up,
I'm rackin, rackin, rackin, rackin, rackin this shit up.

I got the, got the, got the, gattling gun for everyone,
That shit went ra, ta, ta, ta, ta,
That at everyone,
Get out of my face, bitch we are not fucking done.

I got the, got the, got the, gattling gun for everyone,
That shit went ra, ta, ta, ta, ta,
That at everyone,
Get out of my face, bitch we are not fucking done.

One by one, by one, by one, I shot at everyone.

bitch, im pulling up, yeah i got the gun, that shit pack-a-punched

packapunched

Pack A Punched.

Unknown Production.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

lyrics:

String, tie a knot
We were destined to go far, yeah,
Ring the bell,
Someone will be with you shortly.
Shortly, shortly, shortly, shortly

Memories on Old Forge Road, Old Forge Road,
Memories in the backseat of the car,
Used to say "are we there yet," knowing we're still far

String, tie a knot
Yeah, we were destined to go far.
Headphones on, in the backseat of the car,
Drowning out everybody's voice,
because I couldn't handle it.

Handle it, handle it, handle it, handle it, 
Handle it, handle it, handle it. (x2)

String Theory.

Produced by Tenoji.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

Lyrics/Writing:

I am, I am lost good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I am lost for,
Lost for good.

No one knows where I've been,
I've been hiding all my sins,
I've been gone in the shadows,
I've been gone.

I've been gone—gone,
gone and I might not be back tomorrow.

Sorrow,
Sorrow haunts, haunts, haunts,
Sorrow haunts, haunts, haunts.

Yeah bitch, 
You're dead, dead, dead
We are done, done, done. 
Yeah bitch, 
You're dead, dead, dead
We are done, done, done. 
Yeah bitch, 
You're dead, dead, dead
We are done, done, done. 
Yeah bitch, 
You're dead, dead, dead
We are done, done, done.

Sorrow Haunts

Sorrow Haunts.

Production: grayskies.

Lyrics/Story:

Woah, where did I?
Where did I just come from?
Who are these people!?
————————————
I said, "Who are you?" and no seems to know where I've been,
Where did I come from, everybody seems so confused,
They said, "Mam, please sit back down, you have a lot to learn,"
Everybody seemed to turn in unison,—
Doctor told me the news, 
and I was so confused.
————————————
I wasn't gonna last another day,
All I could do is sit there and
Pray,—
Pray that everything would be okay,
Why is it hard to see where I will be when its done?
————————————
What is going on?
I said, "Whats going on!?"
She yelled out, "Mom, mom, mom, mom. Come 
help me, help me, help me, help me up."
Shitty part about it is she never got up,—
Everybody tried their best,
They found a tumour in her chest,
She confessed.

diagnosis_+

Diagnosis.

Production: CRIMTEK.

@ghettobloodball

Don't give a fuck who you are,
Bitch tweaking, betta get out my car,
Shawty got me feeling all sorts of stars,
Bitch, who do you think you are

Dreaming of something big with you,
Everybody says its impossible,
Everybody hating on me, but who are you?
Bitch, you are the scum on the bottom of my shoe

[gbb]

You're the scum on the bottom of my shoe,
Act up and I might hate you,
We were stuck together like glue,
You dun left behind so many clues.

I got handles on this cash, so you know that im ballin,'
I got one, two, three million hoes that be callin,'
Birds of a feather, but nigga we aint flockin,
Yeah, you mad cuz you drop, and you stay pocket watchin.

Don't ever doubt me,
Imma count up my cheese,
Imma buy me a mink,
I don't need a freebie.

Give you wisdom, like a pastor,
Car getting faster,
Bad lil hoe, 
Yeah she know imma gas her

dreaming_+

Dreaming.

p. vinogradov

lyrics:

Put through the worst,
Bang on hollow doors,
For I once saw you in a 
Different light, but tonight,
I see you the same,
As it was before,

As it was before.              

Let me go, and i'll never 
Come back through that door,
Through that door, (x3)
Through that door again.

You and me were destined,
To be together till the very fucking end. (x12)

destined_+

Destined.

Produced by neverforever.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

Lyrics/Writing:

Falling away, falling away from you
And I'm taking this spot and laying my head unto you,
Bittersweet trees and whispering leaves, and you,
Got the disease that love gives to you,

I'm falling away, falling away from you
Falling away, falling away from you.

nevermore

Bittersweet.

Produced by neverforever.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

Lyrics/Writing:

Run around, face down, yeah, we’re all out of ideas,
Everything we built broken down into pieces,
Your body surrounded by three suns,
That fire you’re breathing in is burning your lungs.

Run around, face down, yeah, we’re all out of ideas,
Everything we built broken down into pieces,
Your body surrounded by three suns,
That fire you’re breathing in is burning your lungs.

Run around, face down, yeah, we’re all out of ideas,
Everything we built broken down into pieces,
Your body surrounded by three suns,
That fire you’re breathing in is burning your lungs.

Out of Ideas.

Produced by neverforever.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

Lyrics/Writing:

And, I will never come back,
Lost our track of time, and we're never following it again,
Never lose our minds, we're in a field of mines,
We're in a field of lilacs, racing till the end of times

Lilacs.

Produced by neverforever.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

Lyrics/Writing:

I lost my sense of self,
All my pages torn off the shelf,
I lost my sense of you, 
Every message i sent through.

I lost my every cell,
Hoping to god you'd ring the bell,
I lost my sense of time,
Hoping one day you'd change your mind.       

I lost my sense of self,
All my pages torn off the shelf,
I lost my sense of you, 
Every message i sent through.

Skeletons.

Produced by neverforever.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

Lyrics/Writing:

Sun raised in the south,
Rays touched our mouth,
Rays shot through the clouds,
Rays shot through the ground,

Ha hoo ha, ha hoo ahhhh,
Ha hoo ha, ha hoo ahhhh.

I'm never coming round,
I'm never coming down,
Rays shot through the clouds,
Rays shot through the ground,

Ha hoo ha, ha hoo ahhhh,
Ha hoo ha, ha hoo ahhhh.

Rays.

Produced by VELVET.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

Lyrics/Writing:

Restless nights, I'm drinking like a dog,
And, my head drifting through the fog,
I bang head against the wall.

And, you tell me to stop,
But, I am lost in Hell,
And, you tell me to stop,
But, I am lost in here,
And, I hear the bell,
Pushing you away,
And, you wait—wait 
Till the day, we're all gone.

On restless nights, 
I'm drinking like a dog,
And, my head is 
Driftin' through the fog.

Restless nights, I'm drinking like a dog,
And, my head driftin' the fog,
I bang my head against the wall.

And, you tell me to stop,
But, I am lost in Hell,
And, you tell me to stop,
But, I am lost in here,
And, I hear the bell,
Pushing you away,
And you wait—wait,
Till the day, we're all gone.

Restless.

Produced by VELVET.
Written by Isaiah Ficken.

Lyrics/Writing:

I lost you to the chasm,
Below all that I know.
Orange and white lights,
Glowing underneath the snow.

It’s okay to let go.

Loss is hard when it’s yours,
Entwine your soul in my arms,
Take the bull by the horns,

We’ll be together, 
Forevermore.

Green from your eyes 
Echoes in my mind,—
You are free from 
The pursuit of time,—
You will always 
Remain mine.—

You are my— 
Feline
Until the very—
End of time.

Loss is hard when it’s mine,
Entwine your soul in my arms,
Take the bull by the horns,

We’ll be together,
Forevermore—
         I’ll see you in the morning.

Loss is hard when it’s mine,
Entwine your soul in my arms,
Take the bull by the horns,

We’ll together 
Forevermore—
         I’ll see you in the morning.

My Feline Friend.

a lil somethin.

lyrics:

tore, and tore, and tore,
myself apart for you,
and you, and you, and you 
broke me down into pieces.

my head is on right,
but all my clothes have creases.

wait until you find out what a release is,
his mind made up, he won't ever be back,
stack the odds against us, 
and we'll be forced to crack.

Creases.

p. neverforever

lyrics:

bitch, ya said you loved me,
but does it really matter?
probably not . . . ,
all my blood splatter on the walls,
pulling strings on the dolls.

Does It Really Matter?

Production: Mind Archipelago

Help for lyrics, provided by @undeaddeaths.

Lyrics:

It's in the dark, when I send her my love,
But she sends it right back.

It's in the dark, when I gave her my heart,
But she snatched it right back.

It's in the dark, when I turned around,
And she stabbed me in the back. (x2)

In The Dark.

can't remember prod on this one either, but regardless, here you go.

lyrics:

Yeah, my mind,
My mind goes,
Oh, im done.

Get me out my ego,
Get me out my shadow;
Threw me out a window.

Toss all of it behind me,
Toss it all,
Toss it all,

To the lord, 
Lord.

Screaming halle,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.

*recites Our Father prayer*

Alleluia.

produced by @worldwaynn (waynnprod)

lyrics:

(fx)

i cannot even deal with ya,
yeah, all i be feeling is hysteria,
yeah, i cannot put it into words,
you pecking at me like some birds.

you got a chain wrapped around my damn neck,
what's next?

yeah, my mind is broken, 
don't even know what to think,
all you do is fucking re-ring my phone,
dumb bitch, leave a message at the tone. (x2)

(fx)

Leave A Message

Production by @crystvleyes and @ciaglamantra.
Engineered by @mindarchipelago.

Lyrics:

Chorus 1:

Broken pieces,
Jigsaw puzzle.

Verse 1:

Everything is fucked up, 
Matrix got us by the neck,
All the lethal weapons,
Bioengineered,
All the people question,
Yeah, they disappear, 
Yeah, they try to hide it from us,
But it's crystal clear,
Everybody blind to the shit going on,
People fucking murder,
For shit they think is wrong.

Chorus 2:

Tick, tock,
Broken clock.

Verse 1 (repeated):

Everything is fucked up, 
Matrix got us by the neck,
All the lethal weapons,
Bioengineered,
All the people question,
Yeah, they disappear, 
Yeah, they try to hide it from us,
But it's crystal clear,
Everybody blind to the shit going on,
People fucking murder,
For shit they think is wrong.

Pattern Recognition

Production by Nathin (@crystvleyes).
Engineered by Mind Archipelago (@mindarchipelago).
Feature by Tiffany's Roses (@tiffanysroses).

Lyrics:

Intro (Tiffany's Roses):

Mrs. Mind (x4).

Verse 1 (Mind Archipelago):

Yeah, all these bitches needa shut up,
Yeah, I got my own, she gon' make me act up, 
Back up, yeah, you got me cracking up,
Bitch, I'm boutta pull the plug, like this was a tune-up.

Chorus (Tiffany's Roses):

All these dudes around me, they don't care that I am taken,
Going to the club, but that don't mean that I am faking,
See this ring on my finger, he's the one that's looking fine,
Circling the Archipelago, yeah, I am Mrs. Mind.

Verse 2 (Mind Archipelago):

Bitch, you see this ring on my finger, bitch, you must be blind,
All this shit I been through, led to this state of mind,
I am so used to having all this fog and this clutter,
But, when I met her, she made my heart flutter.

Chorus (Tiffany's Roses):

All these dudes around me, they don't care that I am taken,
Going to the club, but that don't mean that I am faking,
See this ring on my finger, he's the one that's looking fine,
Circling the Archipelago, yeah, I am Mrs. Mind.

Outro (Tiffany's Roses):

Mrs. Mind (x4).

Mrs. Mind

You're not gonna like what I have got to say, but I will say it anyways.

Mind Archipelago

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