prod by brvdy
feeling of insufficiency
feeling of emptiness
insecurity is winning me

feeling disgusted
feeling of sick
this disease is winning me

where is everyone who said they would be on my side
everyone left
empty promises
everything is a lie

so be gone for a while
run well in a hurry

I am disaster
one disaster

everything I touch turns to ashes

i am disaster
one disaster

CORIUM [PROD. BRVDY]

HEADHURTS! FT. KAMASUTRA 9G [PROD.IZES77]

Dawn

This morning I visited the widow who lived on Threadneedle Street, a pale creature whose eyes seemed older than her years. Her house leaned upon the lane like a weary man at his crutch, the plaster streaked from rain, the shutters swollen from damp. The neighbors crossed themselves when I asked after her. None wished to linger at her threshold.

She met me with trembling hands, though she spoke softly. “You wish to hear about the window,” she said. She had not been told of my purpose, yet she knew. I asked her to explain.

She led me to the parlor. The air was stale with mildew and the sweet rot of forgotten flowers. She touched the pane of glass as one might touch a child’s face. “It was last night. The rain spelled my name.” Her voice cracked. “Again and again. I knew it was mine, yet it ceased to be. It became something older, something that had been waiting.”

The glass bore no mark now, only the dull reflection of my own haggard face. I pressed her for detail. Did she see a man? Did she hear steps? She shook her head, clutching her shawl. “It was not a man. It was the city itself, peering in.”

I thanked her and stepped out into the lane. The fog there clung like wool to the skin. Every window seemed alive, every shutter an eyelid. I could not shake the feeling of being observed.

Inspector Dray joined me, his boots splashing in the gutter. “She is touched,” he said. “Too long alone, too much grief.” Yet he would not meet the windows. He looked only at the ground as we walked.

I returned to my rooms and laid the iron keys upon the desk. Three of them now: Colgrave’s, Ellory’s, Rendell’s. Each bore the sigil. I traced one with my finger and felt a pressure against my chest. It was not pain, not yet, but a weight. As though something within me was being tested.

I poured myself brandy, though it did not warm me. My pen scratched across the page, recording facts, and yet I cannot keep my mind from wandering. I see corridors when I close my eyes, corridors lined with doors, each locked, each marked with that impossible design. The sound of water echoes in those passages, louder with each dream.

I begin to suspect that Grathok is not merely punishing the corrupt. He is cataloging them. Each death is not an end but an entry, as if London itself were a ledger. And the sigil, I fear, is not a signature but a command.

I asked myself tonight: why me? Why was I chosen for this task? The coin is too convenient, the patron too silent. There are many agents who could have been called, yet the task fell to me. Was it chance, or was it design?

When I sleep, I hear footsteps in my rooms. When I wake, there is nothing. Yet the floorboards bear damp prints, too large for any man.

I write these words by candlelight, and even as I write I feel the silence pressing upon me, the same silence that filled the counting-house, the church, the judge’s chamber. It is not the silence of peace. It is the silence of a city holding its breath.

If this continues, I will not only investigate Grathok. I will understand him. And that, I fear, may be the greater danger.

—Nathaniel Harrow

Chapter VIII: Journal — The Widow on Threadneedle

prod @sudzy666

CUM IN YOUR HOE
I MIGHT JUST FUCK SHIT AND FLOW
RIDIN IT DOWN FOR MY WOES
EATING YO BONE
IM BOUTTA FUCK UP UR HOE
IM BOUTTA FUCK UP UR LOVE
TAKING YOU HOME
BACK TO YA DOME
FUCK UP YOUR BITCH AND LEAVE HER LIMBS TO ROT
LEAVE ME ALONE
KEEP YOU OFF COURSE
SHOOTIN TILL IM ON THA MOFUCKIN THRONE
YAH

APACHE - THRONE (PROD PULSE)

PROD. @k_ai_se_r
MIX/MASTER @cantwin


[HOOK @lordkamasutra]

WHEN IM DROPPING RIGHT ON THAT BITCH

[VERSE 1]
WHEN IM DROPPING RIGHT ON YOUR BITCH
I LOAD THE TEC LET BULLETS SPIT
DONT TRY TO FIGHT BITCH AND TAKE A SIT
CUZ DEVILJIN GOT ELECTRIC FISTS
STRIDA WITH THE SHELLSHOCK
LEAVE YOUR BRAIN SO WASHEDUP
FURNITURE GOT MESSED UP
BLOODSTAINS ON THE FLOOR FUCK
OMEN THUNDER GODFIST
DEPTHSTRIDA THE CULTIST
REDSTRING LIKE THE DEATHWING
UPSWING LET THEM GUTS FLINCH
BLOODSTAINS ON YOUR SHOESTRING
BLOODSTAINS WHEN YOURE PUKING
FUCK ITS JUST AMUSING
JUST THE FACT U WONT WIN
PREPARE THE THRONE FOR DEVIL JIN
FATHER I WILL END YOUR SINS 
I MIGHT LET THAT LEG SPIN
THERES NO WAY U CAN WIN
HIT YOU WITH THE RAGEDRIVE 
BITCH THERES NO HOPE TO SURVIVE
REVIVE ALL THE DEMONS  ONLY
MISHIMAS THE REASON YUH

[VERSE 2 @ghostofblu]

YOUR FACE LOOKS TOO FUCKING CLEAN 
WHY DO YOU LOOK SO PRISTINE? 
I’MA RUIN THAT SHIT ACID SHOULDN’T BE A THING 
ARE YOU GUNNA FUCKING TRY IT WITH ME? 
DO YOU WANNA FUCKING TRY IT WITH ME?
I’MA LEAVE YOU BLEEDING FLESH APPEARING FROM BENEATH YOUR SKIN

DON’T MAKE ME RUN YOUR FADE I’M NOT GOING THROUGH THIS AGAIN
RUN YOUR MOUTH AT ME I’LL SHOW YOU HOW A HUMAN SCREAMS
“MERCY, MERCY I’M BEGGING YOU, MERCY” 
TRY AND STOP ME NOW BITCH THIS GHOST IS NO LONGER HURTING INSIDE

GODFIST FT. KAMASUTRA 9G, GHOSTOFBLU [PROD. KAISER]

still fucking up my socials
I keep myself in a different genus
wont tolerate your bullshit
that aint my thing I'll leave that to jesus
Im coming up; promotion
how come that I see myself beneath him?
Your voices drowning; ocean
never the same like a life in freedom

Dont you come at me 
youre still the fucking same
nobody gives a fuck about your music man
Those drugs have fucked your brain
you become just like who you associate with
thats why I distanced myself to avoid becoming a bitch

fuck a fake 
fuck a real
I dont know what to feel
I'm out of energy
to give a fuck about people 
like memory
y'all cannot fathom me
cant do it better
stop your pity battery
you cant do shit
resort yourself to cryin
truth dont work
so maybe I'll start lying
empty minded;
choose freedom or dying
kill the antagonist

If you want me dead
I'll kill you first
bad at throwing
but you know I'll catch that case

You are fucking trash
You're just the worst
got a problem?
Then come say it to my face

%% - Basics of Winning [prod. PULSE]

VYX BLV$ x Lil ALIEXPRESS x Lil MuNe x LXLGX$HV - FVCK K9 [PROD PVK3T]

LOST CASE OF MARYLAND W/ ERROR (PROD. CRAZY DEMONS X DESOLATE)

theres been dust in my being 
whys it tough to be free 
youve been speaking to me 
but ive been deff from the dream 
now we dance in sleep
hold hands in peace 
was all me didnt see it 
sorry for all inconvenience 
give me signs wanna feel fine
high beam my mind binds 
remind me your beauty and guide me through the timeline 
ill love you 
ill trust 
ill never give up you
dont let me slip up to 
fall back in the muck you

take me right now 
help me find out 
what ive been longing for 
im tired sour and im out
of motive 
bye now

dust

butcher w/ whxami [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

ALBUM soon

FKA NOT WINNING
[still unsure about what to name this project]

%% - Basics of Winning [prod. PULSE]

uploading here / %%

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