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Kent Osborne
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Produced by Raziel
https://instagram.com/7raziel7
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Directed by: @ynnojjonny
https://instagram.com/ynnojjonny

Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen
E-boys and E-girls
Welcome
To the simporium

Look at, Look at you
Understand
You a fucking fool
Running down
Chasing pussy ooh
Bet it stings
All your revenue
Goes to bling

What's a clown to a king?
Double texting left on read they never seen
Sliding down every e-girl DMS so obscene
Look around nigga  what's a simp to a queen
What you mean?

That shit ain't lit
Gah damn running round wearing fake shit
They say they speaking truth
But it's all cap
They say they getting pussy I don't see that
That shit ain't lit
That shit ain't lit
Gah damn running round wearing fake shit
They say they speaking truth but it's all cap
They say they getting pussy I don't see that

And on display now we have
The incels and neckbeards
Gamer girls and their tier 3 subs
And on the main stage
The dude who pretends to like astrology and communism for pussy

What's a clown to a king?
Double texting left on read they never seen
Sliding down every e-girl DMS so obscene
Look around nigga what's a simp to a queen
What you mean?
What's a clown to a king?
Double texting left on read they never seen
Sliding down every e-girl DMS so obscene
Look around nigga  what's a simp to a queen
What you mean?

That shit ain't lit
Gah damn running round wearing fake shit
They say they speaking truth
But it's all cap
They say they getting pussy I don't see that
That shit ain't lit
That shit ain't lit
Gah damn running round wearing fake shit
They say they speaking truth but it's all cap
They say they getting pussy I don't see that

It's all fun and games
A small donation to hear your name
Before you know it
You're spending fifty percent of your income on OnlyFans
Don't be like me, please

Kent Osborne - CLOWN! (Prod. Raziel)

OZ (Prod. Esthetic Gloom)

DA BABY

Lyrics:

Overcome with dread 
As I
stand upon my body 
With a hand upon my shotty 
And a hole in my head 

So cold 
I can feel it in my mothafuckin soul 
So alone 
So alone 
So alone when ya dead 

I begin to feel regret
Sittin right up in my chest 
And my throat close 
Like a choke rope 
Round my neck 

Pulling me tighter it never get lighter decipher the meaning of where I was sent I 
Take a look 
At the shelves and the books 
Not a mothafuckin word up on a cover think I mistook 
I’m shook
Cos I never seen another colour but the blood of all the fuckin lives I took 
I See the stains up on the carpet 
And I’m 
hearin the pierce of alarms 

But I ain’t seein the casualties 
That I had tragically placed in to deaths arms 

Creepin through the hallway 
As I check for any residents 

Hear the footsteps 
Getting closer 
As my soul is filled with fear 

See a kid 
Come around that corner 
With a TEC-9
Facin in the air 

As he come towards me
I can see his face
At which I stare 

I’m lookin right up at the fucka and he lookin back at me I feel the way they starin and they tell me telepathically that imma be the one to suffer to the barrel of my gun 
Then it dawned 
I’m the one 
That Im runnin from 
Hunter be the hunted 
In the plain that I’m in 

Thought I was a god 
But I ain’t worth shit 

Stuck in a minute 
It’s my personal hell 
Haunted by every body that fell 

I can’t see no colour 
Only blood that slowly leak 

As I walk these lonely hallways 
I see haunting memories 

Every victim has a mission and that mission is to keep 

Me seein visions 
I’m forever seventeen 
I can’t ever leave

Forever Seventeen (Prod. ISVVC)

Lyrics:

Creep up out the gate I got that duffel bag packed 

Throw it in the trunk get in the whip and never turn back 

Black black black trench coat 
No longer hangin on the rack 

Middle finger to the man 
Misanthropic they call me that 

As I drive on down the road my hands be shakin with adrenaline 

I see some faces that I hate and I can’t wait to bury them 

It runs deep 
So deep 
Check the evidence 

Aint nobody fuck with me so imma make it clear to them 

Park the whip 
As I get up out the bitch 

I see a homie lightin up a cig and walkin to me kinda quick 
He ask me why I miss philosophy scoffing 
I tell the obvious 
that it don’t even matter 
And he gotta dip 

I see his face change feeling a little bit strange 
But he don’t question so I’m guessing 
He will be stayin unscathed 

There be the double doors and nothin that stands in my way 

So I walk on through em to the cafeteria to place my thangs 

Time ticks by as I’m waiting for the fireworks 
Excited and I’m frightened as a kid begin to think the worst 

Got my backup plan layin in the backseat 
And imma wait just one more minute till I gotta rethink 

I take my girl and walk up in the building let it fuckin blast 

Screams of terror ringing through the halls 
As everybody pass 

When I get up in the cafeteria I shoot the bags 

But ain’t a mothafuckin thang really goin to plan 

So I 
Gallop up the stairs and and I walk up in the fuckin library 
I hear the whispers and the sobbing sing harmoniously 
Suffer suffer as I squeeze that thang indiscriminately underneath all the tables I see the black rivers they leak 
On the carpet 
As the alarm just keep on blaring 
I start to lose my self as my adrenaline is wearin 
And all things I’ve done begin to really fuckin scare me 
I put the gauge up to my head and

Cigarettes & Philosophy (Prod. ISVVC)

Lyrics:

I fuckin hate you
And I hate me too
‘I dream of death 
Every day
Im never making it through
I feel the walls close in
As my skin turn blue
And then I do it and do it again
Till I meet my doom
I guess I knew

That I was destined for something greater
A higher power testing the waters the kids in danger
They change up 
When they face up
With a gauge up
To the cranium

Homicidal thoughts in my brain they keep on playing em
Yuh 

And I guess I feel a little hazy
Look for safety
But aint nobody mind or soul
Bout fuckin save me
I may be
Deranged
But I just can’t change
Suicide calls gotta go out with a bang

And everywhere I look I want death doom destruction
Propane bombs
When I pull up at the function
The huntsman
The sitting ducks are the prey
Feel the wrath of the kid when I’m filled with hate

Dear diary
As I write these lines
My mind tries
To define
Everything inside
But its not that simple
And I don’t know why 
I can’t stop won’t stop 
Till I bleed em dry 

Duffel back packed stacked 
With the goods I craft 
And the trench coat hang at the top of the rack 
Aint nobody know a thang 
Imma leave it at that 
The people had their chance and imma finally snap 

They gonna 
Say my name with a sprinkle of fear 
And blame games and other thangs as they may appear 
The truth is 
I’m a lonely motherfucker 
A Self loathing freak 
In the mind of the white cap suckas 
tomorrow Im about to play god 
Decide whether or not to make make the heart beats stop 
Write the book of history my name on lock 
Tonight I dream of infamy I take my shot 

Damn right I hate the life that I live 
I got 
Zero mothafuckas that’ll call me a friend 
I wanna 
Show the world what the system did 
You never know when a kid is gonna snap like this 

Damn right I hate the life that I live 
I got 
Zero mothafuckas that’ll call me a friend 
I wanna 
Show the world what the system did 
I want em all to say my name with the fear of the kid

Nixon's Cassette (Prod. ISVVC)

Produced by Brian Spencer
Engineering by Sinizter 

lyrics:

Polish our armor and sharpen our swords
This battle must be won with more than words
Our resolve like steel was built in the forge
Only one way our vision of the world will be born 

It's time to go to war
Let's not cynical
I'm not a mother fucking doctor but I'm clinical 

No you can't save my soul 
Because I cast the bones
Well never take another path because we built this road 

It's time to go to war
Let's not cynical
I'm not a mother fucking doctor but I'm clinical 

No you can't save my soul 
Because I cast the bones
Well never take another path because we built this road 

We built this road of bones We came to take your throne
I have An army of clones prepared to invade your home
I've come to snatch your soul and run out your back door
I will eliminate them all No unturned stone 

It's time to go to war
Let's not cynical
I'm not a mother fucking doctor but I'm clinical 

No you can't save my soul 
Because I cast the bones
Well never take another path because we built this road 

Inside my head its fucking war zone
Fighting with myself sometimes I'd rather be alone
I wish I were dead put me on ice like frozone
You can't Penitrate my chest my hearts been turned to stone. 

Touched by Medusa raised up reclusive
All my life I've been told I'm average and useless
Now your looking stupid fucked up an toothless
Youll leave here one way an thats battered covered in bruises 

It's time to go to war
Let's not cynical
I'm not a mother fucking doctor but I'm clinical 

No you can't save my soul 
Because I cast the bones
Well never take another path because we built this road 

It's time to go to war
Let's not cynical
I'm not a mother fucking doctor but I'm clinical 

No you can't save my soul 
Because I cast the bones
Well never take another path because we built this road 

Was it worth it
Was the victory sweet enough
Was it worth it
To see our enemies turn to dust 

Dust
Dust 
Dust
Dust 

To see our enemies turn to dust 

Dust
Dust 
Dust
Dust 

To see our enemies turn to dust 

To see our enemies turn to dust

Casting the Bones

need a seat with a view 

artwork + featuring https://soundcloud.com/c3of
produced by https://soundcloud.com/markveins

Make Moves

Spotify

SNXP x Saint Sleep - MAKE MOVES (Prod. by Mark Veins)

Lil pussy bitch better shut the Fuck up
(Better duck)
Keep running that mouth u Boutta get fucked up
(Body dumped)
In cut
Hella sus
All black it's a must
I don't trust
Lost respect
So detached
Feel like im death
Swear my mind isn't my friend
Oh to feel again
Numb as fuck bitch I'm a heroin
U a Snake as fuck
Stay slitherin
The game
You Know I'm killin it
Real ass bitch
10 toes down
Is u feelin it

Help me reenact the scene
Where I cut you up
Let me hear you scream some More
Fuck I can't get enough
Lust for blood
All for pleasure
Watch your soul leave
Add some pressure
Dead as fuck
Is how I left her
Bust that head just like a blister

Revenge is what I seek
Your ends seems so bleak
December my heart bleeds
Cold as fuck still clean
Laughing while she screams
Intrusive thoughts leaking

I don't want to play pretend
I don't want to make amends
Pain is only temporary? Why has It got in my head
I don't give a fuck bout how I Look to you now
I'll slam my fist in your mouth in Your own blood you will drown
Bitch you better look out
Stay tripping the fuck out
Psychopathic tendencies
Are getting the best now
My mind don't rest now
Infected a mess now
Void of feeling
Anything at all for a fake sow

I'll step on that neck
Till it cracks
Love the snap
Hear the squealing
In the back
What was that

Icy bitch no saccharine
What you think was up
Have you writhing on the floor
Terrifier sawing sluts
Lust for blood all for pleasure
Watch your soul leave
Add some pressure
Dead as fuck
Is how I left her
Bust that head just like a blister

Revenge is what I seek
Your ends seems so bleak
December my heart bleeds
Cold as fuck still clean
Laughing while she screams
Intrusive thoughts leaking

BLOODLUST

wake up, good morning
wake up wit mourning 
facing my issues
can be alarming
gripping that high sight by light
taking every single bitte hype beast by flight
evedently every single soundcloud artist is a high life
broke boy by choice

Keep it up in the drafts 
Speak on your mind and you plummet collapse 
And you done in a flash 
Blood in the glass
Shorty gon Sip 
Like theres Something to that 
I don't fuck with the rats

you older like tape decks
whoa, whoa
the source like its apex
whoa, whoa

Where is my stick at 
woah woah,
I'm gonna get back, 
woah woah 

Pull up to the show w some horns and a pitchfork
I'm in this bitch going full force 
You don't know jus what ur in for
Don't know what I make tunes for
Bitch I feel just like a griftor
Weapon get to blassin issa 30 ot six
Like I'm hunting for a buck he in an early coffin 
Shorty Said she wanna fuck  so ima turn her off quick 
When she see that I'm addicted to that murder opp shit

meeting your silent fate till everything handles in silent stasis
stepped on that metal plate now everyone taking your seperate faces

I can't even look in your faces 
Turn around bitch I ain't helpin you to face it 
You ain't even know your basic
Move around parasite digging in your patient 

Let it fuck me up 
All the way I'm done 
You been out of luck 
Ever since the jump 
If I make my stand
Now im forced to stunt 
It'll take your breath 
It'll fuck you up

plane_walker - barely_awake_in_august (prod. w a s) |nA & Lord D|

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIi-kFhJtPg

https://soundcloud.com/ventingpalace
art/ https://soundcloud.com/istasha

//standing mp3
the challengers are gluten free
its hard to take yall seriously
when everybody disagree
from long beach down to Tennessee
its incoherent oversea
yall raped me for another dream
then stole off up my master key
WHOA SENPAI
you think you got it, disappear
my voice is like a auctioneer
it sends away my greatest fears
i push, i pull, its action
breaking walls, red faction
loads off minds, the paramount wind

its a clock, its a rhyme.
apparently i never even felt a fucking crime
its a clock, its a rhyme.
im like the story Limbo except you can watch me die
whats the problem if i wanna watch the world burn?
what's the problem if im shaking when the world turn?

phone boy, phone boy
they so hard they unemployed
homeboy, homeboy
music just a decoy

photosynthesis, fuck with me
ill break your 9 to 6
i've been the mix
you fish up off yo six and sixty six
worship satan in the mix
its kinda cringy, pickle rick
i punt to miss
you run, then wiff
it's kinda bitch
i dont gotta problem but yall seem to look at me amok
enter destination of my doublechin, i show the tuck
broke yo promise, promise me you'll break it two more times again
im sittin, waitin, momma's news you talkin like its CNN

fuck, im tired of this carry deep inside in my backpack
every artist fallin off im gonna need a stat trac
everybody screaming and yellin and then im gettin tired
about to show my age if these fuckers try to blink my mile
bouta bust a pussy if he talkin wit a fucking flick
watch the money touch his lips and then he goes and rides a dick
platform just a flip of a million little shits
who just get a taste grit and they run off on a tick

FESTIVE EBONY MIDGET SCAT PHENOMENON (PROD. VENTING PALACE) |  OFFICIAL VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION

PUNCH YOUR SISTER IN THE MOUTH.

BE WHOLESOME YOU SCUM.

https://soundcloud.com/ventingpalace
https://soundcloud.com/kirawthesavior
art/ https://soundcloud.com/istasha

///bitch you really wanna get it
i can rep up 407 but you innit for the minute
bitch you really told me get it
if i want it imma get it dont you tell me who been winnin
now you cutting close i swear now
timid got a mission if you bidding little mutton

im the demon hiding in your bed i feed up on ya neck at night
you think im joker bitch but i aint fuckin right?
im abusive to my fucking life, i wallow in my lack of sight
i light a fire just to see it light.
i pillow talk myself at night.
nothing worse, ive been immersed.
im waiting with a lucid curse
im edgy, but a little worse...
ill hold your hand and give it worth
funny how i say these jokes and everybody laughing
they all parents with a static, a little merit im emphatic
you all pay with ya karma once the god you love, just eat it
ill be waiting at the meter waving at you like a heathen
then you pay me for the rent you owing me for throwing me agony
i pay myself with fantasy while everybody stare at me
its pills to swallow, marry me.
i need the help of enemies.
yea i bet you're ghetto G, cuz i need some amphetamine
you talk to me im losing it, i pace on down the dimly lit
my fingers start just doing it, the shake i long for doing it.
my smile gives you fortune but you're fortune just a potion
a potion that im longing but i cant find myself. 
fuck.

CUTTING IT 2 CLOSE (PROD. VENTING PALACE & KIRAW)

ALPHA MALE TYPE MUSIC

https://soundcloud.com/ventingpalace
https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida
ART// https://soundcloud.com/istasha

you know what you know
you think everything is free if it is yours
look it here, pause, its a mop you done paid yoz
bitch i play drums and yell like a animal
fukn juggalo, ape shit for some faygo
get me real nuts, mixin in some cuervo
i dont wanna meet the others drawing like exodia
bitch i got my tongue out happy like a nice emoji yuh
imagine if the eerie nightmare met me on the podium
now he like dasani, just some water with some sodium
alpha male bich
nevertheless the gays grow, tell me where the peso
jalapeno main tho maypul
hit me wit the bullshit less i say so
giant i am green man, fee, fi, foh
look me in the eyes while i beat my pole
bitch you aint the answer dont you try to fuckin speak to me
you fake up all ya misery then act up on the history

you do what ur told
no slip without ur fail
you do what ur told
i am the alpha male

never do i regret
you flaked
never call me liar
WEIRD FLEX,,,
have to make a duke for how small you are
yabadabadoo you told me you on
pain can't break left, you dont wanna see whats livid
i know what next, i can see it through the gifted (shoutout vp)
why cant we rest? now we grab the ill vindicated
say my name twice, bitch i wanna hear you live it. ;)

i dont wanna meet the others drawing like exodia
bitch i got my tongue out happy like a nice emoji yuh
imagine if the eerie nightmare met me on the podium
now he like dasani, just some water with some sodium
///
bitch you got a second tell me who the fuck in charge of you
treatin rappers plate a food you fuckers just a barbecue
how is you the revenue you barely even misconstrued
your progress all a deja-vu your sound just so overdue

JASON STATHAM (PROD. VENTING PALACE & DEVILJIN)

PAUSE UR EGO FOR ONE SECOND

https://soundcloud.com/ventingpalace
art// https://soundcloud.com/istasha

/na/
bitch i am sickness i needed the rest, ay
never the beating when taking off mask, ay
tower the homeless im brittle gargantuan
teething with diamonds my grasp is immaculate

look at me now, ive got acne with pedigrees
submit my funnel but never bout happy fees
subject to happy feet without a punishment
key card denied cuz im takin off management
punched down to floor, similar to the socio
controlling metal to head liek a magnet-oh, oh
thinkin the solar turning for you, bendito
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, fuck, you another roll
why dont you settle for one thing a time, fuck
back in the system, i'm last one in line, fuck
look i done told you dude, time after time, buck
getting much closer to changing the tide, tuck

stuck up out water but locked out a fishbowl
butting in heads where i shouldn't like gizmo
never the subject im often the storm with a calm.
forming another from touch liek some play doe
tell em original, we kno its peso
gun cocked, gun shot, gonna lick a boy, ay
bitch hit me paypal, return yo flavor
artists be owing me nothing but favors
my coffee not black but my heart sure be dat way
im not just so sure what problems we intimidate
ugh, you not based god, tell me you flake now
homie im paramount, needed yo spice.
where is the sugar and everything nice.
dominican rice.

/vp/
bitch i am sickness i needed a rest
i'm starting to question my foe's true duress
my face is low-res i stay ducked on the daily
doubting all of those words that you said to me

numerous substance up in the ziploc
i don't give a fuck about your wristwatch, ho
opposition getting caught in gridlock
tryna talk me down but I won't have that, though
you think this shit's funny, yout think it's hilarious 
i'm gonna kick him right into the casket
it's all about money and it's lacking happiness
i do not give a fuck about your habits
lay yo crew to rest, mercenaries on deck
we pledge allegiance to the flag under which we flex

/vp/
I don't wanna spend my time
so fucking misaligned
sick and tired of all these lies
i know that i'll be gone when my ego dies

/na/
buddy what should i say to you?
not 2 sure what a fade would do
tell me this aint what you done choose
holding my breath till my face go blue
now that you packin these numbers its great
looking up back at the rookies at stake
i dont want a issue still i break up every grate
simple yet the bristle brittle pack up every date
baby i lost my mojo
im so far from low blow
next i wont be unknown.
now im stuck with push, for more

"ALLEGED" BENDITO FT. VENTING PALACE (PROD. VENTING PALACE)

ALONE IN A ROOM AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

https://soundcloud.com/ventingpalace
art// https://soundcloud.com/istasha

I DONT WANT TO PULL SKIN BACK
I DONT WANT TO SEE ALL BLACK
I DONT WANT TO SEIZE ATTACK
I JUST WANT THE BLOOD BURN FAST

baby opportunist, end this all cannabis
seconds and minutes but thousands of "into this"
shopped it on photoshop, uploaded middle thought
now you a fidget with armor like juggernaut
fuck you im nothing but backup
meddle with the metal you all stack up
dolphin diving m4, black ops
black nails, eyes red, cry, cry, makeup
you the distance, im the instance
i fold endless while you blink bitch.
every artist belittles me
im tired, im so tired

"I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship
The one thing that I can guarantee
I'm like a stepping razor, I suggest you stay fair with me" -slug

talking like a fucking flare now
light a fire, you dark soul
trickle down ya eyebrow
slippin off a barrel roll
making sure you push the payload
never seize the arrow'd main growth.
bills
im filled
you're grilled
hold still
im cold (save me)
take me from the spell.
so cold
take me from my space.

ROBUST SOLITUDE (PROD. VENTING PALACE)

DEDICATED TO MY CHILDREN:

GUALLA
STONEY
VERTI
ADAM
SHANE

WITH LOVE, DAD

ROT IN PISS

PRODUCED BY @violencetahell666
ART BY ME

LYRICS:
I just wanna make some fuckin' racks
Big stacks 
Never makin' it back 
Another motherfucker winnin' when I’m killin' the track 
I’m givin' a bag 
To the ones that bumpin' on max 
And givin' another to the brothers that been part of the past 
I’m a
Young brotha
And the Flow so butter 
When I get a beat
Watch me Chop it up 
No stutter
You don’t really know me I’m infinite watch em suffer
When I’m spittin' like a villain these pussies are gonna mutter 

Who that motherfucker in the tall black tee
Long hair 
In the chair
He don’t even really speak 
But I really do think 
And I really do see
10 pairs of the eyes
That be lookin' at me 

I am the one
SXMPRA the master
Name a motherfucker and I bet I spit faster
gas mask strapped givin' a bit of a tip of da tank sir
Oh you want racks
Better rob a fuckin' bank first 

YUNG SXMPRA MANE 
YOU GON KNOW MY FUCKIN NAME HOMIE 
FEEL IT IN YO BRAIN 
HEAR THE LYRICS AS THEY SPRAY

CHOP IT UP KILLA 
AINT NO ONE AFRAID 
I BE AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS 
HOMIE WATCH WHAT YOU SAY

Sippin' on this liquor like a king

Simple motherfuckers you ain’t ever know a thang 

I don’t wanna die but I’ll be goin' with a bang 

I be livin' life just chillin' tryna make some mothafuckin' bank 

All these little bitch made pussy boy types give opinions on the internet thinkin' that they right 

Little white knight cries

I’m alive I’m alright

Are you angry little homie do I make you fuckin' wild 


SXMPRA THE INFINITE ALWAYS BE KILLIN IT 

CHALLENGE ME HOMIE I DARE YOU IM FEELIN IT

I AM THE IMMINENT 

DEATH IS THE INSTRUMENT 

Leave em 6 deep
In the mothafuckin' wilderness 

Aye

Better run away 
Give a head start 
Choppin' you down cos I got the pace 
One two steppin'
Knockin' down trees on the way 
Mane I’m takin a mothafucka all the way to the grave 

Pussy mothafucka get some back bone 
I be in attack mode
Back pack strapped with the Mac oh
Cack a lack boom
When I’m spittin' on the track tho 
pussy mothafuckas better recognise that flow

Yuh 
Blow out ya knees
Watching talkin bout mane
Sxmpra got da steeze 
Watch my enemies bleed
And I be knees deep
In peace
Never let the pussy get a one up on me