THE SOUND OF DISSOCIATION AND WHY YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF

MASQUERADING AS TIN-CAN ROBOTICS COSPLAYING HUMAN FLESH. I KNOW YOU LOVE THE ENAMORING SPECTACLE OF SELF-DESTRUCTION AND IT DISTURBS ME, MUSIC IS THE EGO-DEATH OF AN ARTIST AND YOU CONSUME IT WILLINGLY TO DRIVE THAT SPIKE IN DEEPER. BRAIN MATTER STAINING CONCRETE AS YOU STAND IDLY OVER ARTISTS WITH NOTHING BUT APATHY AND CONTEMPT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I HATE YOU? I SUPPOSE IT DOESN'T MATTER, MY BODY IS SPLAYED LIKE AN EAGLE, MY RIBS PULLED BACK AND DECORATING MY DESIGNER CORPSE. I'M A FASHION STATEMENT. I UNDERSTAND.
enjoy your coat please =3 <3

8. Supreme Kai (Prod. Charles Hamilton)

5. Where Is The Love (Evangelion Death & Rebirth) (Prod. Owleeng X Narxi)

4. Wu - Tang In 2023 (Hello Kitty Mix. Chief Keef, Weezer Cover) (PROD. BZA)

3. TOXICRELATIONSHIP (PROD. Nothyily)

2. Gatekeepmyself (4cornerz) (prod. Starly & Komixd)

1. Heavensent Evil (FuckABitchFace2) (Prod. CRCL)

Ugly on purpose. Pure Vent-Pieces, if you have to indulge these only as a music purist of sorts, it isn't meant for you.

7. So Long *Produced by myself. I hope this is the last song I can write about this topic.*

Tha Depression II (Prod. Silicone Hearts)

i dont be feeling safe
the music make me secure

sampling system of a down

WantTheWorld2Stop (Prod. Newdist)

SIPPIN TEA IN YO HOOD. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!!

CHECK OUT THEIR NEW PROJECT: https://soundcloud.com/rawby-vee-tee/sets/hell-vol-1

#IMSIPPINTEAINYOHOOD REMIX w/ Rob Frost

The Suicide Projector

sample: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCvCL-MqW4s

Mori Calliope Gangsterrap [Prod. Newdist]

my calluses grow from my callousness, calculations innocuous in intention but due to apathetic demeanor appear avarice in implementation
my origin derive from treachery, a baphomet carrying the burden of fletchery. remarks of fractured artists tarnish the mental fortitude of the bruja before harvest
the sun god and all its problems, the carcass of ra enveloping the training wheels of a village thrown into disharmony
disarming the populace i pontious pilate unconscious piloting i apologize, for all the disgruntled populace ties and ostracized alibis of the conduits who arbit lies
solvents equitize into abhorrent birds that fly east from the nest, an infection reflective of the turmoil and false prophets
the profits just a posture to hold, meltin under scrutiny like rice on the stove, apotheosis of ice into smoke
the prognosis of livin life by a quote, do it by the book or the bootstraps, keep it pushin like the horns growin beneath the du-rag
aint a question to uphold, how you bettin when the ground fold below you-
how you lyin in a coffin when the truth was never told by the old you-
the current you lookin real perpendicular to a needle in a hay stack
while the barn is on fire about to absolve you from your new flesh
clueless to the modern death that tortures souls that you refused to nurture
you're nothing but a poacher loyal to tradition, unnoticing of the schism you uphold while youre bound to the system
the news of your death just in, and no one's checkin your ambition
they only remember the platitudes you spout from a distance
while the leaky spouts of your indebted servitude destroy the village
when the infants grow boils, the rich refuse to boil, and you burrow further into instinct extinction
you bite the lip of the destiny you left on intravenous embracing the grasp of every living thing inbetween us
that wishes to deperch you from your holy boat that gave them seasickness.
the pariah of parasites and societal paralysis, just another dead pawn in bed with capitalists.
how's that wooden box feel compared to silky lavishness?

Rapture 1960 (Leak Bros - Got Wet Freeverse)

the main grievance of mortality is thinkin you immortal
unable to grasp the concept of passin to corporeal
ethereal whimsy like a racket tempting fate
emptying plates in a conveyor fashion breaks
become normal, embrace lost in the age
age lost to the memory, slated non-promises you shake
unknowingly, lack of care and piss becomes ovaltine
worried you're a burden still burdening
the people you love. unknowingly. unknowingly.
i can't imagine how you're thinking, im foraging
the trees for more than there is.
when you smell like a fridge left open during a power outage
or a crypt, i view you from a distance so out of it
how can something in my home feel so distant?
your will to live unbreaking like a piston
keeping you going, keeping your heart open
but your ears become closed overtime
type of shit i feel the guilt of postin online
even in private, posted in line like a private
awaiting orders from a drunken lieutenant
thinkin you got wisdom left yet the roulette
landed on black, when every instance i think heart attack
but thats just your normal decorum, i lack
the diction to communicate how i truly feel
type of moments that play back in my head like a cinema reel
im skimmin the real to cope a bit more,
hope recently been making me so sore-
i drink as a destressor
smoke as a destressor
hate the fact one day youll be a photo in the dresser
when a prideful human lives long enough to see her daughter undress her
i dont think im good enough to be the successor,
at my leisure giving into vice,
i fear i never truly intook advice
not that you'd remember.
im the center of attention in a picture uncentered.
and i try to be unbending, but i still break
because i feel the breaking point of the saints i view above me
succumbing to emotion and thinkin im stupider for it.
i have unprocessed traumas, but it seems the stress is unending
i view myself as lesser compared to the family
yet i know i'm an equal, i have a weak will that keeps me on the edge
and i dont know how to deal with losing someone that kept me on that ledge
the impermanence of a broken promise that recovery is ensured
when you know it wont get better til the hearse
for once i dont think im being cynical,
that scares me, these thoughts are seemingly cyclical
pivotal to a turning point that im not sure of quite yet,
never needed acid for an ego death, you truly only need real death.
the biggest building jump of all time is losing your breath
as a message sent telling you your friend aint here.
or having selfish sexual pleasure ruined because of a feline friend.
i cant stomach looking into the mirror, im haunted by ghosts
haunted by quotes of things ive said, or the imagery of mangakas enjoyed by my ex.
keep saying i need therapy but cant bring myself to extend
my hand out to a helping hand. maybe i dont want to put those things to rest.
maybe im haunted by the doctors who told me everything in my head was pretend
im a broken human looking for anything at all thats left,
i grow more callous and apathetic as empathy overtakes
and i feel so stupid about the stuff that aches
id rather talk about others problems before my own
id rather talk you out of suicide from a phone
than address the fact i feel so alone
or the fact that suicide sounds like a homophone
of any distinct vocabulary you could utter.
ive always sought out a someone,
and i think i have that someone
then how come i always feel i have nothing
maybeitsbecauseimnoone

Maybeitsbecauseimnoone (Ed Scissor - Please Say Something Freeverse)

"puttin white on ya radar like baking powder mixture
and ya with ya missus in a federal mix-up
entendre spittin Casually with my Hieroglyphics
off a Dell i could make a classic, dictatorship
the way you'd try to Set Fire to my Reign
fuck up ya whole display of power with '25' ACP's
the way I Send My Love to ya love with cut trees
because i rose to the top and had ya face to face with cutlery
and knock-knees before i put a hole in ya like Courtney"

Hieroglyphics/Casual/Del [Tha Funkee Homosapien]
Dell/Could Make A Classic [As in on a dell]/Display
A Delle/Set Fire To The Rain/25/Send My Love
Classic Dictactorship/Fire To The Reign/Display Of Power/Rose To The Top
Send My Love To Ya With Cut Trees (Sending flowers)/Rose

Belial [Freeverse] (Prod. 9th Wonder)

this just in,
you lost in direction
like a roulette spin
arrested
development
I'm uninterested
you irrelevant
embellishing
everythin you spittin
better send
the better men
in ya collective
senate
don't tempt me
you venison
you a tenant
and im collectin the rent
you an embarrassment
to ya camp
bearin weapons
send ya to Paris
and back
its been apparent
you was parent-less
a parasite in fact,
you lack the diction to speak with tact
don't speak

don't speak.

my mic could bow knees
this pole freeze
with heat
hold these
I'm ballin,
roll nonchalant like police
through streets
outside Compton
on these beats, a damn monster
you act like gods and fuckin mobsters but
you need guards and entourages
you rap like alcoholics
trynna gallop
you need a pamphlet when you wildin
by the books and you gon die by them
like the Crusades 
squeeze ya Bey beyOnd what you Say
she Lemonade
my pen is great, burn ya emblem to flame
to an ember that meet an ashtray
if you got shooters they Marry-Kate and Ashley
one-man show? you syndicated actually,
you aint never not had a label you a hypebeast
ya momma was bumpin too much Rick Astley
she shoulda gave you up out the womb,
talkin bout drums but you only tap spoons
even my radio ghost you cuz u just pass through 
In-And-Out you of Rv's, have you seein stars you boys is Hardees and fast food
harlots, Harveys [Dent], hasbeens, hacks and harlequins you hoes is Harvey Weinstein in ya mannerisms, and ya yes-man crew like #metoo
if i was a Make-A-Wish kid my one wish would be you to laugh you out the room fore i leave this plane
like Kamikaze pilots, Takoyaki in my diet, Kuchisaka-Onna my wifey, the mouth off the face
prolly catchin charges thats lower case, i shoot up with k's have you half-blood like Dolores Umbridge
for a Rollie face have them sending you a cross like trynna measure its circumfrence
have you meetin all these dead rappers like a CN City bumper
im like a vampire up out my slumber, you bunch of sons of heathens and leeches
your pores like sequins around killers and emcees n
you giving the room Trypophobia being squeamish
Tookie with the bike how your hematosis all wrong
you lookin nervous, like its eating at you- Multiple Sclerosis ass boy
i roll up like I'm carrying tabloids, and smoke you ass boy
i see the blood in your skull, you the liquid courage of Dan Akroyd
your flows is sick in the worst way, its giving Typhoid
and if i say your name 3 times, its gon be scary how you mirror me
so you can stay with the fake shit like you Beetlejuice,
you been leavin trails on the floor like Garry with ya pussy juice
look at you.

Look@U (Ransom & 38 Spesh - Hit List Freeverse)

Lead To Water (Hikikomori) (Prod. Eeryskies.)

feel like anton lavey
morbid mental state
i been about to break
im up but im out of it
counterfeit
cuts on my skin they like sum tallies
i start drinkin at three,
disposable like a meseeks
faded gold like im c3
fuck a PO,
i been alone
for so long
and that conquer my mind
like in there is ghengis khan
rappin like i was born same year as jane fonda
but my pains longer
and i aimless wander
through ghostly hallways
alone light a blunt and i pass it all ways
no mental care
never had no allstate
sometimes i think im yahweh
sometimes i think i aint shit
either way im slowly killin my pancreas
with this shit i sip
with the spliff,
used to smoke that shit that was like sum catpiss
i mean literally yellow,
the pcp they peddled
and the saddest part
is my dealers was like jepetto
makin the colors in my life seem pretty
cuz im one of the dogs seein it grey and shitty
the pain stay with me,
i bang the fifthy
to my dome
while my homies was casin joints like home alone
i seen robberies with ski masks thru a phone call
them rich white people n they stole all the shit
bitch i been with the shits even tho i aint ever bang with the pis
stole
your bitch soles aint ever move from the ground
if i need a pistol could help you live underground
i sip slow, to remove the weight off my crown
cuz im living kingly with homies who aint make a sound
seen lifes taken and it hurts that they no longer round
i cope with another ounce of any drug that can be found
depressed and anxious constantly police gon be at my house
aint never had a calm day and homies say im profound
im just introverted and seen some shit
there aint a pill that can fix
so i dont trust the doctors when they speak to me
schizophrenic and bipolar livin life like lord willin'.

yeah, lord willin
when your soul aint in it quite like they expect from ya
n they expectin ya,
to show up on time and not be nexus trippin
cuz im upset just trynna be dealin
with the shit up in my head so i be fucked up 
feel like nasir i got one love,
to the point i wish i was done livin
n i was elevated up above.
but i dont think heaven exists for me
cuz by nature of things i be fuckin up continually
so i stay here sittin,
rotting.

ROTTING (LIL UGLY MANE - BATH TIME FREEVERSE)

Beerus (Prod. Charles Hamilton)

check out the tape this beat is from here: https://duchtzaragoddamn.bandcamp.com/album/pluxomatica-vol-33-found-dead-at-the-mardi-gras-stock-race

me and roxy in the stu too.

PickMeUp (Prod. DUCHAMP TZARA)

WALLACE & GROMMETT (Prod. Sladerr)

IknoImSlippin (prod. Saint Kay & Perutheproducer)

Time Machine (prod. Kospel Beats)

Thizzinduztrywilfucingkilu (Prod. TRIXS! X Prod Brody)

One Night Stand DEMO

Kanye West Papa Roach (prod. JoPxt)

De(con)struction Of Property (Prod. Knxwledge)

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