Grey Parasite” is FatMatt’s most venomous horrorcore diss — a Ruby da Cherry / Lord Infamous–inspired massacre of online haters and copycat clout-chasers. Over frantic hi-hats, distorted 808s, and eerie samples, Matt rips through verses with grotesque wordplay, paranoid flow switches, and breakneck triplets. This is therapy in a terminal haze — raw, unfiltered, and unreplicated. Perfect for fans of $uicideboy$, Lord Infamous, Three 6 Mafia, and underground horrorcore rap.

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Psalm 51 in Hebrew 
Today is the Jewish Judgement Day Feast 
I think its good prayer for today

Translation in English: 
Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me. Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest. Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me. Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom. Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. 13Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee. Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness. O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise. For thou desirest not sacrifice; else would I give it: thou delightest not in burnt offering. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. Do good in thy good pleasure unto Zion: build thou the walls of Jerusalem. Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousness, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering: then shall they offer bullocks upon thine altar.

חָנֵּנִי אֱלֹהִים כְּחַסְדֶּךָ; כְּרֹב רַחֲמֶיךָ, מְחֵה פְשָׁעָי.
הַרְבֵּה הֶרֶב, כַּבְּסֵנִי מֵעֲוֹנִי; וּמֵחַטָּאתִי טַהֲרֵנִי.
כִּי־פְשָׁעַי אֲנִי אֵדָע; וְחַטָּאתִי נֶגְדִּי תָּמִיד.
לְךָ לְבַדְּךָ חָטָאתִי, וְהָרַע בְּעֵינֶיךָ עָשִׂיתִי;
לְמַעַן תִּצְדַּק בְּדִבְרֶךָ, וְתִזְכֶּה בְשַׁפְטֶךָ.
הֵן־בְּעָוֹן חוֹלָלְתִּי, וּבְחֵטְא יֶחֱמַתְנִי אִמִּי.
הֵן־אֱמֶת חָפַצְתָּ בַטֻּחוֹת, וּבְסָתֻם חָכְמָה תוֹדִיעֵנִי.
תְּחַטְּאֵנִי בְאֵזוֹב וְאֶטְהָר; תְּכַבְּסֵנִי וּמִשֶּׁלֶג אַלְבִּין.
תַּשְׁמִיעֵנִי שָׂשׂוֹן וְשִׂמְחָה; תָּגֵלְנָה עֲצָמוֹת דִּכִּיתָ.
הַסְתֵּר פָּנֶיךָ מֵחֲטָאָי; וְכָל־עֲוֺנֹתַי מְחֵה.
לֵב טָהוֹר בְּרָא־לִי אֱלֹהִים; וְרוּחַ נָכוֹן חַדֵּשׁ בְּקִרְבִּי.
אַל־תַּשְׁלִיכֵנִי מִלְּפָנֶיךָ; וְרוּחַ קָדְשְׁךָ, אַל־תִּקַּח מִמֶּנִּי.
הַשִּׁיבָה לִי שְׂשׂוֹן יִשְׁעֶךָ; וְרוּחַ נְדִיבָה תִּסְמְכֵנִי.
אֲלַמְּדָה פֹשְׁעִים דְּרָכֶיךָ; וְחַטָּאִים אֵלֶיךָ יָשׁוּבוּ.
הַצִּילֵנִי מִדָּמִים אֱלֹהִים — אֱלֹהֵי תְּשׁוּעָתִי; תְּרַנֵּן לְשׁוֹנִי צִדְקָתֶךָ.
אֲדֹנָי שְׂפָתַי תִּפְתָּח; וּפִי יַגִּיד תְּהִלָּתֶךָ.
כִּי־לֹא־תַחְפֹּץ זֶבַח וְאֶתֵּנָה; עוֹלָה לֹא תִרְצֶה.
זִבְחֵי אֱלֹהִים רוּחַ נִשְׁבָּרָה; לֵב־נִשְׁבָּר וְנִדְכֶּה — אֱלֹהִים לֹא תִבְזֶה.
הֵיטִיבָה בִּרְצוֹנְךָ אֶת־צִיּוֹן; תִּבְנֶה חוֹמוֹת יְרוּשָׁלָ‍ִם.
אָ֤ז תַּחְפֹּץ זִבְחֵי־צֶדֶק עוֹלָה וְכָלִיל; אָ֤ז יַעֲלוּ עַל־מִזְבַּחֲךָ פָּרִים.

Psalm 51 Hebrew 2

Written by Ilana
Genre - Dubstep
Composed by - LaNoir
Label - FixedRecords

Dedicated to: Samuel “Sam” Hervey (the day of the vulnerable)

#SpaceForTheLost #764 #OnlineSafety #MentalHealthAwareness #Dubstep #Ilana #FixedRecords

"Space for the Lost" 
A tribute to Sam, a bright soul tragically lost at 25 due to organized online exploitation.

Sam's story is a devastating case study of the 764 network, an international online entity that isolates, manipulates, and incites vulnerable individuals with mental health challenges. Forced to stay abroad due to COVID, Sam reached out for support, creatng a online group "Anhero Tempest"only to be groomed and betrayed by those posing as confidants.

This track is dedicated to all those targeted by networks like 764. It is a scream against the social complicity and the systems that allow these predators to operate.

We use this art as a call to action: These networks must be dismantled.

"Space for the Lost"

Just at 25
You were bright as a valedictorian
Biotechnical remaining social
Deeply lost in mental obscurity

Deprived of dignity
Social complicity

You simply walked out of the door
The lure preceded the sheer antagonist
Controlled you like never before
Oh


Lost in emotion shattered dreams
They got hold of your silent scream
Betrayal suppression the evil succumbed
Words were said, action undone


Lost in unknown social decay
Words were fed into a troubled mind array
While deep behind a mental wall left behind
Silently moved inside from behind

Posing as trusted confidant
With no word of warning, singled out alone
No way to go home, exploiting your trust
Vulnerable at a cost

Backdoored your mind—unguarded and preselected
Through Anhero Tempest they worked their way in


Anhero Tempest a space for the lost
Deteriorated forgotten—alone
You were in a strange space
Struggled for survival; help was too late
Under pressure betrayed the ending came too soon
Oh


Too many watched through cold screens
This day stands as witness exploitation of the vulnerable
Oh


Moved in from behind—unprotected preselected
Lost in unknown social decay
Words were fed into a troubled mind array
While deep behind a mental wall left behind
Silently moved inside from behind
Oh


Betrayal suppression the evil succumbed

Oh

Deteriorated forgotten—alone

The ending came too soon
You never came home
You never came home
Oh
The ending came too soon
Oh
You never came home

Space for the Lost

Verse 1
Neon rain on the cracked concrete,
Heartbeat echo where the ghosts all meet.
Found my name on a cigarette pack,
Half burned words that don’t look back.
TV snow in my rearview mind,
Silhouettes dance where the wires unwind.
Cheap perfume in the dead of night,
Truth leaks slow from the exit light.

Chorus
Static in my head, I can’t tune out,
Drifting through the hum, what’s it all about?
Velvet decay on a beat so slow,
Sink through the sound, let the fever grow.

Verse 2
Lipstick stains on a payphone line,
I called myself, but I missed my sign.
Plastic halo on a downtown saint,
He’s selling dreams with a coat of paint.
Cold coffee in a paper cup,
Every lie tastes sweet enough.
Loop that thought ‘til it fades away,
Rewind the night, then hit replay.

Chorus
Static in my head, I can’t tune out,
Drifting through the hum, what’s it all about?
Velvet decay on a beat so slow,
Sink through the sound, let the fever grow.

 
Mirror talk in a dim room,
Echoes bloom like cheap perfume.
The world spins soft, off time, off key,
And I fade like film from a dying TV.

Outro
I’m just dust in the speaker’s breath,
Low-end pulse, sweet scent of death.
If you find my name in the static flow,
Turn it up loud, then let me go.

Static in my head

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Mr. Kenner
is a Montreal based storyteller weaving intricate narratives through sound. Combining the raw energy of trap, the hypnotic pulse of house, and the electrifying chaos of dubstep, his tracks are immersive journeys that defy conventional boundaries. Layered with haunting melodies and textured with eerie female vocals, every beat resonates with emotion, drawing listeners into a world uniquely his own.

Inspired by life’s complexities, Mr. Kenner approaches his art with a method-acting philosophy, fully embodying the stories he tells through music. From uplifting anthems that spark adrenaline to introspective tracks that stir the soul, his sound evolves as a reflection of his personal growth and creative exploration.

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