CANDY

Beat was maded by LEMIXISSS
telegram channel https://t.me/bitmeykerskaya
sc page https://on.soundcloud.com/nbF9e

vox/lyrics by NOVEMBER CHAMBER
rec by BandLab

#rap #trap #2023 #ukraine #candy #opium #playboicarti #opiumstyle #cartitype #newrap #soundcloudartist #independentartist

I stuck in November cold
I'm ain't done
I'm locked in this chamber
With loaded gun
Got ammo, got all gone
Just pull it away
Open your mouth
Candy's on the way

Suffocating in my sorrows, 
I'm a victim of depression
Burdened by the weight 
of mistrust and untruths confession
I got locked in this dark cell
no sun nor light to perceive
Trying to find ways outa this pit 
but it's too hard to conceive 
Filled with lies like an 
over-crowded prison on the rise
Grieving from the sadness caused 
by deceiving guys
I'm stuck in the November cold, 
feelings remain undone
Juggling thoughts all night long, 
trynna battle this gun

Ammo loaded, ready for what must be done
Piercing through smoke clouds to find hope as I run

I'm feelin' deep depression,
Cuz all I can do is guess. 
A spiral of mistrust and doubt,
Makes me scream and shout.

I stuck in November cold
I'm ain't done
I'm locked in this chamber
With loaded gun
Got ammo, got all gone
Just pull it away
Open your mouth
Candy's on the way

Apathy and anger keep on clingin' to me
Makin' me question what it is I should be
Hiding from these feelings like an awful sin
Unguardedness keeps creepin' out from within

CANDY (prod by Lemixisss)

Beat was maded by LEMIXISSS
telegram channel https://t.me/bitmeykerskaya
sc page https://on.soundcloud.com/nbF9e

#musician #newmusic #rapper #rapmusic #unsignedartist #newartist #soundcloudartist #independentartist #soundcloudmusic #unsignedtalent #soundcloudrappers #soundcloudrap #opium #destroylonely #playboicarti #hauntedmound 

Vampiric mimic

Cut your veins and lay beside me
Blood on fangs - Vampiric mimic
In a grave - by death designed
Blow ya head off, shovel's shiny
Hail da night, tool box is empty
Bring, bring chainsaw, always handy
Borrow your face, masked psycho
Pretty deadly, mortal icon.

Blood on fangs - Vampiric mimic
Vampiric mimic
Blood on fangs - Vampiric mimic
Vampiric mimic

Dom Dom don't you run for mommy 
Dead one don't you seek for money
Don't y'all wanna fucking money
So die laying on this money

Blood on fangs - Vampiric mimic
Vampiric mimic
Blood on fangs - Vampiric mimic
Vampiric mimic

Aaaaarararara

I wanna have a wings like you
With feathers and shine
But I still going to collect
Those bones of what were mine
I wanna fly to the sky
But fail on a half way
My home is abyss
I'm in hell, so let it be this way

Aaaah, wanna have a wings of angel
I don't know what you mean
But I don't need explanation
So deliver us from nation
We're excomunicado
So we start our operation

Bang bang bang bang
We collect crazy gang
C'mon man only blink
Aha, click clack, you sink
We are dealing with our friends
Bullet, bullet, how it ends
When I smile to dead lands
Got blood on my fangs

VAMPIRIC MIMIC (prod by LEMIXISSS)

Beat was maded by LEMIXISSS
telegram channel https://t.me/bitmeykerskaya
sc page https://on.soundcloud.com/nbF9e

FINAL BOSS

Counting my numbers, cutting off others
Learning how long I can be here
Just by my own with no others
Dead walls reflecting my wassup
Screaming and yelling to bother
But only silence can know that
This is my sanity's poison

Bringing me down like closeline
I'm not dead but with closed eyes
Scary and filthy like clown Art
I put me in body bag full size
All this reality fools us
Yeah, cool stuff
Stutter from cold from the inside
Eternal november for broke star

Count my ribs
Where's my rip
Gone R.I.P
Gore and greed
Jesus and Joseph, Maria.
I'm loosing all of my realm

God I'll be good
Gonna be careful
Got all I could
Like filthy cannibal
All my numb screams
Pantomime agony
See all my scenes
They so damn ebony
We are so clean
Archangel purity
Ripping da flesh
With their fury teeth
Ripping da flesh
With their fury teeth
Ripping da flesh
With their fury teeth

I'm n o o n e
I got a soul wanna eat
So for ma fam I got meat
That's why someone gonna bleed
Fulfill my need 

Fingers dug into my brain
Filthy doctor, healthy grave
Handcuffs and my wasted crave
Days gone like far cry away
Salt and pepper for the steak
Our faith is truly fake
Lily wants beat out some shit now
Only for the devil's sake

God I'll be good
Gonna be careful
Got all I could
Like filthy cannibal
All my numb screams
Pantomime agony
See all my scenes
They so damn ebony
We are so clean
Archangel purity
Ripping da flesh
With their fury teeth
Ripping da flesh
With their fury teeth
Ripping da flesh
With their fury teeth

#opium #playboicarti #destroylonely #yeat #kenkarson #independentartist #ukraine #lemixisss #novemberchamber #finalboss #trap #game #rap

FINAL BOSS (prod by LEMIXISSS)

Beat was maded by LEMIXISSS
telegram channel https://t.me/bitmeykerskaya
sc page https://on.soundcloud.com/nbF9e

X Triangle Square Cycle
Aiya captain, Yuppie psycho
8 bit slender
Last man standing
There is no game
Be excited

GG baby
Be excited
GG baby
Be excited
8 bit slender
Be excited
GG baby
Be excited

GG baby, GG crazy
Egypt hot stuff
Digital lazy
You're lazy
Fuck it, play this
Or bitch play me
On my face please

Cannot pause this
Change da poses
Bitch is working
I still hold this
Left Right buttons
My stick hard goes
Collect ma scores
Noob, suck ma balls

My girl is like Lilith from the diablo three, damn
Put in her my joystick like big achievement, damn
But I cannot sleep, I play with her to 3 am, ma'am
She's my phasmaphobiq, cuz horny haunts me again

I'm in the zone, 'bout to level up my skill,
Like "Tekken" in the '90s, I got that thrill,
Blazin' through stages like "Crash Bandicoot",
Dodging obstacles, collecting every single fruit.
I'm unstoppable "Gran Turismo" speed,
Revvin' up the engine, fulfillin' my need,
No cheat codes needed, I earn my victory,
Collectin' all the trophies, makin' history.

X Triangle Square Cycle
Aiya captain, Yuppie psycho
8 bit slender
Last man standing
There is no game
Be excited

GG baby
Be excited
GG baby
Be excited
8 bit slender
Be excited
GG baby
Be excited

Yuppie psycho(prod by LEMIXISSS)

Beat was maded by Burning October

Я повертаюся знову туди де мене не чекають, звісно, 
Бо моє щастя лишень мимохідь і під фільтрами наче барвисте
Попіл спада і зліта вітру вслід натякаючи що зима близько
Знову листопад зарядить патрон холодів, і врятує алхімік бариста

Моє ледь живе тіло
Бо є жага летіти
Та хто зачинів всі дахи
І тихенько сміється
Порушивши втіху

Злітає листя в повіття
Осушуються філіжанки
В кучугурі подушки укриті 
З днем народження й доброго ранку

Подивись, бачиш я демон
Моє життя - лише демо
Дні тижня як дрозофіли
А я знов на дні немов капітан Немо 
Тремор в душі, ззовні терор
Рветься на клаптики терра
Шан Цунг забирає тепло із душі
Сльозами вмивається склера 

Зроби зі мною фото
Я не бачу сенсу залишатися
У спалаху фотокамери
Я ще пам'ятаю як посміхатися
Я ще виглядаю так немов
Захоплений своєю мрією
Пробач але я вже перехворів
Мімікрією

Мене вбито в листопаді
В бруді від опадів
Кров як калина
В житневому золоті
В груди патрон влетів
Тіло у холоді
Очі росплющені
Мрії розколоті

В ритм земних обертів
Втрачена молодість
Супроти долі цій
Дух давно відлетів
Білим лелекою
До центру шторму ціль
Крила побиті
Та зламані милиці

#opium #playboicarti #destroylonely #yeat #kenkarson #independentartist #ulraine #lemixisss #novemberchamber #rap #hiphop #bones #october #november #ukrainianrap #ukrrap #darkrap #0432 #044

Теперешньому Собі (prod by Burning October)

Sunset

prod by Jake Sully 
rec in Bandlab 
mix by me

Скальпель часу нищить мої береги
Без допомоги і надії я закутий навіки
У власній тілі, колеса їдять милі
І по ГОСТу крізь погости і повіття облетілі

І я з ними міняю настрій на мінор
Усе навкруги чорнобіле наче граю в доміно
Ранок та вечір як квінта
І я у бусі питаю себе: а де ж мій Допіндар?

Колискова під біт гумових коліс
І за вікном лиш поле, ліс та поле, ліс
І все на біс.
Куди поліз, і мій янгол завис
Десь чекає біс, точить долі спис

У тіні часу гублю світло, зависаю на межі,
Туга тисне, моє місто, замість вулиць бліндажі 
Моє щастя лишень привид, привіт привід піти в тло
Я співаю страху й горю
Море крові загуло

Sunset (prod by Jake Sully)

Prod by Jake Sully
Voice and lyrics by November Chamber 
Rec and mix by Bandlab 

#socialdead #Ukrainianmusic #ukrainianrap #newmusic #2024 #independentartist #trap #rap 

Social dead (social dead)
Grave's my bed (grave's my bed)
Got no gun (why u'r sad)
Wish some led (in ma head)
Meds taste bad (Meds taste bad)
Doc is dead (You goddamn right)
Who cooked dat? (Who cooked dat?)
Who cooked dat? (Jessie, man)

Down by the schedule, 24/7
Me and my shadow
Afternoon settings
Spine feels vibrations
Spider sense radar
Fighting my demons
Full metal Shredder
Crafting my product
Life saved as a game
My M.O.D.O.C on AIM
Changing C to the K
Kill foes, my bees buzzing
Gone main honey gain
Don't mess with my crew
"Omae wa mou shindeiru"

This is life i feel that i don't belong (yeah)
I wanna drown down there as my phone (drown, drown)
Activity low, subs gone outta life (forget y'all)
Ronald, Art, Pennywise - so who am I, guys? (who who who)

Social dead (social dead)
Grave's my bed (grave's my bed)
Got no gun (why u'r sad)
Wish some led (in ma head)
Meds taste bad (Meds taste bad)
Doc is dead (You goddamn right)
Who cooked dat? (Who cooked dat?)
Who cooked dat? (Jessie, man)

Social dead (prod by Jake Sully)

Beat was maded by LEMIXISSS
telegram channel https://t.me/bitmeykerskaya
sc page https://on.soundcloud.com/nbF9e

Our time is running out, and I don't care how cool the watches are
Cause your own hell will put you in those boilers
Your last suit won't be from Cartier.
They don't ask in the coffin if it's cash on the card
From the Stupka to Benjamin, my Mr. Crab's is a going
Profit won't grow if you just poke the caps
You gotta do something, man, to make something for yourself
Or sell yourself to make everyone pay

Everything has a price, everything has a price
Everything has a price, everything has a price, everything has a price (x2)

I'm home, it's white nosferatu
I'm in a coffin, let's take it apart
It's like in a jailhouse, the ribs are like a cage
Let's play in my inner world

I'm home as white nosferatu
I'm home as white nosferatu
I'm home as white nosferatu
I'm home as white nosferatu

Imagine how I'll die
What it's gonna be like
I win the game
I'm going down in the dirt
My coffin will be stuck in the dirt
In the darkness my trumpet will go out 
The soul to be free from the fetters
Become rooted like a Groot

I'm home as white nosferatu
I'm home as white nosferatu
I'm home as white nosferatu
I'm home as white nosferatu

#opium #playboicarti #destroylonely #yeat #kenkarson #independentartist #ukraine #lemixisss #novemberchamber #finalboss #trap #game #rap

Nospheratu (prod by LEMIXISSS)

Artist: November Chamber
Mixtape name: NOBODY CAME FOR ME"
Author of lyrics: November Chamber

My socials:

Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@novemberchamber?_t=8mGdhCHDd4A&_r=1

Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/eVzcc

S/o to beatmakers, who worked on my songs on SC:

LEMIXISSS https://t.me/lemixisprod
JAKE SULLY https://t.me/jakebeatsss
BURNING OCTOBER (no link for now)

Follow for more on all my socials.

Minuetes de la Mort (prod by Jake Sully)

Artist: November Chamber
Mixtape name: NOBODY CAME FOR ME
Self-produced beats
Author of lyrics: November Chamber

My socials:

Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@novemberchamber?_t=8mGdhCHDd4A&_r=1

Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/eVzcc

S/o to beatmakers, who worked on my songs on SC:

LEMIXISSS https://t.me/lemixisprod
JAKE SULLY https://t.me/jakebeatsss
BURNING OCTOBER (no link for now)

Follow for more on all my socials.

Cranium cluster collapse

Artist: November Chamber
Mixtape name: NOBODY CAME FOR ME
Self-produced beats
Author of lyrics: November Chamber

My socials:

Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@novemberchamber?_t=8mGdhCHDd4A&_r=1

Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/eVzcc

S/o to beatmakers, who worked on my songs on SC:

LEMIXISSS https://t.me/lemixisprod
JAKE SULLY https://t.me/jakebeatsss
BURNING OCTOBER (no link for now)

Follow for more on all my socials.

#cult26 #music #community #altmusic
#undergroundmusic #independentartists
#raptok #artistsontiktok #musicvideo #ghostmane #scrim #g59 #bones #rubydacherry #Memphis #bandlab 

Nevermore

Artist: November Chamber
Mixtape name: NOBODY CAME FOR ME
Self-produced beats
Author of lyrics: November Chamber

My socials:

Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@novemberchamber?_t=8mGdhCHDd4A&_r=1

Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/eVzcc

S/o to beatmakers, who worked on my songs on SC:

LEMIXISSS https://t.me/lemixisprod
JAKE SULLY https://t.me/jakebeatsss
BURNING OCTOBER (no link for now)

Follow for more on all my socials.

#drill #trap #music #altmusic
#undergroundmusic #independentartists #ghostmane #scrim #g59 #bones #rubydacherry #Memphis #bandlab 

Aint devil (should be doing what I should)

Artist: November Chamber
Mixtape name: NOBODY CAME FOR ME
Self-produced beats
Author of lyrics: November Chamber 

Lyrics:

I knew y'all never needed me
Bury my bed and I'll fit in
Scars on my ripped vocal chords
We sing numb hymn for maimed birds

November grubby ground hole
Chamber is leed, so ribs won't blow
Cold blanket covers grumpy pout
Lay me low, fill lil glimmer pot

With ash and wet
I have never ever dreamed about diz pallette
I'm a fuggin g-walk in this crooked ballet
If y'all guys are bulling, my stick throws out a bullet
Ripping my back to fill in my wallet
Days like nails and I am the mallet

And every nail sticks deep in my coffin
And you see my blood and hear me coughing 
Death Wish is stucked real deep in
Or it's a dream and I'm life long tripping

Wish I survive this next blackout
No bitches but got body count
Got sins I grabbed all around
I use them as my bank account

S/o to beatmakers, who worked on my songs on SC:

LEMIXISSS https://t.me/lemixisprod
JAKE SULLY https://t.me/jakebeatsss
BURNING OCTOBER (no link for now)

Follow for more on all my socials.

#music #community #altmusic
#undergroundmusic #independentartists
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What smile hides behind

Artist: November Chamber
Mixtape name: What smile hides behind 
Self-produced beats
Author of lyrics: November Chamber

Shapes of tombstones and steel crosses
Toss the coin for the losses
Life is slicky rope you grip
While coin spinning on the rib
Which side choose
Which side it fall
Haron asking for the toll
Itsy bitsy spider falling
Soul is darker than a coal

Chamber keeps my silent hell
Over hyped and overwhelmed
Sniffed bone powder they've meld
Snitches hanging on the belt

I got sinned, knees I stoop 
Hammering nails in the hoop
Put on head, ache, nasty whoop
Gun spit, dead set, it's on loop
It's November rusty frost
Ember Rye, dead eyes, pale ghost
My reflection now, for most
Moisture covers my eyeholes

Since I climb my conscious robe
See I knot my slipping rope
Weeny veins, blood runs galope
I'll make selfie through the scope

Last try, last time, get me Hella here
But why, no sight of someone here
Do I deserve to be saved right know?
Fight night through life, I loose every round

Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/eVzcc

S/o to beatmakers, who worked on my songs on SC:

LEMIXISSS https://t.me/lemixisprod
JAKE SULLY https://t.me/jakebeatsss
BURNING OCTOBER (no link for now)

Follow for more

Music from a guy who wants to be like: 
#lilpeep #suicideboys #ghostemane #SoundCloud #clout #sesh #bones #g59 

Saddest living emoji ever

Artist: November Chamber
Mixtape name: What smile hides behind 
Self-produced beats
Author of lyrics: November Chamber

Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/eVzcc

S/o to beatmakers, who worked on my songs on SC:

LEMIXISSS https://t.me/lemixisprod
JAKE SULLY https://t.me/jakebeatsss
BURNING OCTOBER (no link for now)

Follow for more

Music from a guy who wants to be like: 
#lilpeep #suicideboys #ghostemane #SoundCloud #clout #sesh #bones #g59 

Nobody came for me

Beat and lyrics  by November Chamber
Lyrics:Lead me deep until I RIP
EP: What smile hides behind 

Lead me deep until I RIP
Beat name: Lead me deep until I RIP
EP: WSHB

Living ghost in a proper cloth
Got no host of my life decors
Truman's shows, cameras eyeballs
For a creepy shows that tv shows
They keep stats but we're still in static
Play me bebop, so I'll stay Roxksteady
South River, In two half us spreading
Jump of fate, all three bridges ready

Script my day and make me say
It's not the same, but sike, bitch
Every my move they convey
Stitches with all the same stitch
Puzzle my years in one piece
You will get same old pic
Hopefully I'll brake through this
Fighting dragon with toothpick

I conquer my reaper
Umbilical cord round the throat like a ribbon
Funeral orison, scalpel as splitter
Now I'm alive, so I make my life bitter

Catching the arrows directed from hate
Dipped in a poison, my roof waste its slate
Run-in on my life, for em never too late
They want me to die, but hell cancels a date

Dead man chuckles in the casket
Yeah, his voice is deep and husky
North wind tears apart all my skin
Dunk my head in goddamn busket

Lead me deep until I RIP

November Chamber

Lyrics:

Fucking up
Everything I do I'll fuck it up
Nothing got to loose so I won't real stop
World would refuse to let me on top
So I'll lay six feet down to shut the fuck up

Sober and contained to let my blood fountained
My days i haven't commit are numbered days

If you'll find me unalived don't flow with tears
All I had for me there is fucked reality

So I don't even know that you'll miss me
Why should I give a fuck if I'm dead
I have warned, but you don't even wanted to listen
Now night glow hides void side of my bed

I'm inside of your head
And I'll leave you in some days I promise
Only memory shed that will stay after me
Will be painful reminder for always

Don't call out me, I'm already gone
Living dead under November sun
I do lost all the times that you haven't placed your shadow on my tombstone 

Play it when Im gone

Shooting myself with the rifle
But I can't afford the real one so I just imagine this dark tomb in which like a wasted meat I fall.
Bitches not helping though capture my death on their iPhone
Slicked-back faces with prayer pose
Veil closes eyeballs
Night falls, blade close
All those I cause
I Departure them to the lord
But their souls pass through hell doors

Stepping outside of my eden
The death sins I leading
Sorrow like ocean
No borders, cold waters, depth hidden
All wards of inner asylum are filled with the silence and presence of someone was beaten
My pastor misleading
(Hey hey....)
I grab their dead meat for my demons to feeding

Changing the schedule I led you to hints
that I move from silent hill to night springs
Cuz I got horrorshow present and past
after death I would join that infernal cast
Lucifer will be the guest
And I would be better then best
On that bizarre podcast
Afterlife let me to know their wifi pass

I'll rip off your heart 
so I could be your Valentine
Bloody mess bringing me stress 
so it's cleaning time
I go for a walk with my Cerberus
feeding time
You go for a party
so wear your Columbian tie

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Foreshadowing of all ends

Open your embrace
When sleepwalker wakes in haze
Let him hug the water space
So down there his fate he'll face
Bubbles to the surface race
Body weaks and takes its place
In a long way down the stream
That brings him to the point he chases

No horizons we couldn't blend
Borders of the soul expand
We all doing What we can
To dig grave right were we stand
Gone in void and don't pretend
There's deserved promised land
Asking nothing is anyone here 
Wanna be my friend?

#TrapMusic #CloudRap #TrapBeats #SoundCloudRap #ViralMusic #SadTrap #DarkTrap #IndieArtist  #ExperimentalRap

Embrace the surface

#TrapMusic #CloudRap #TrapBeats #SoundCloudRap #ViralMusic #SadTrap #DarkTrap #IndieArtist  #ExperimentalRap

Clickable reality

Jazzercise

Patience, you running out of patience 
My mentally hospital patient
When your ward is already dashing in light
So there it is,you hidden closet of versions
Dead mannequins for your possession 
So which one is gonna be picked tonight?

They all laying around in one little room
Decaying
Asking not to leave them as forgotten troop
But you delayed 
Plastic eyes has no tears and you have no retreat
Deep praying
That they'll let you choose one without lethal trick
But you failed

And they took what they want and they fulfilled themselves
Like a child which stole donut from higher shelves
They'll rip you piece by piece for some ladies and lads
And you're in multiverse of a million heads
And you scream, and you dream in a mil but like one
I those cranium chambers imprisoned swan
All those mouthes speaking just as you wishing to
So they want be themselves but they only a tool

Which version are you, I wonder
Which version is me, I wonder
Which gonna be killed I wonder
In clock face we are rounded

Clock face

Some years ago one man asked in the internet if someone gonna be agree to be his supper. One man said: yes! So this is a little like a POV-type story about this situation

Lyrics 

Think we all gonna go
In the shadows of hazels
Dig the bed out of coal
And wait for the embraces

Think we all gonna wash
Our sins outta skull shells
tears like rain gonna fall
Drying out the eye wells

Trapped in a school box
Lynch I'll be your lunch
Try my bones on teeth
Though, you can hear them crunch
I make my screams silent
So you can joy your meal
Pity, when you'll end me
I wouldn't know how you feel

So, bye bye bye, I make it clear
Bite by Bite, I dissappear
Consuming me overlasting
You make me looking nasty
My kind smile sours a bit
Skull vanish in a mouth greed
Pain now's my bestie
But at least I'm tasty

While we wait here, there's no pause
I'm out of fingers, out of toes
My guts on plate, flies have some thus
Dinner for two, eaten by one of us
I smell the blood in throat trench
No way I get my cold revenge
My inner world goes scarlet bleach
So, dead can dance but dead can't teach

So meal, as me, for you is good
Your dirty thoughts, your bloody feud
I'm now mashed meat inside of you
My schizophrenic attitude

November Chamber

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