@lockjaw-889141740

lyrics:

+saturn's lament+
my spine‘s coiled like the roots in a grave
the tongue blacked by the flame of the blasphemous blade
the lost taste ain’t no handicap if i’m being honest
the false prophet spreads the word that i don’t need to be saved
my skull cracked wide open by the weight of the canopy 
in the shape of the half-wheel wound of the centipede
all the blood in my arteries has turned into sap
the maggots leeching off of me will soon be choking to death 

no name, no flesh, only bark and a breath
burn the seed, reap the scream, wait for harvest again
same road, same weather, everything is a mess
eternal dyspnea is all i really have in the end

+lockjaw+
tell me what i've got left
bury me in the godhand
the thorns inside my veins are shooting out to cause a bloodbath, can't stop that
i'm starting to decay while everybody thinks it's nonsense
i'm just content in your eyes, i'm deep inside this fucking forest with no way out

bones decay to dust, just let it happen
i've been waiting for the harvest, i've been starving with the maggots
put the hatchet to my eyelids, let me stare into oblivion
no matter what i look at, i see demons like insidious

shadows been lurking, i'm seeing them move
feels like i'm cursed, let me hang from the roof
speak to the flames that been burning me through
my whole lifeline, i've been searching for you
don't let me rot alone, i've already dug a grave for us (my dear)
come inside this tiny space and let's decay to dust

red saliva fills the room, everything smells like death
choke on the riffle, let me shoot, guess i couldn't connect the dots
i've wasted lots of time to speak my mind
but when nobody listens to my shit, then is it worth the fight, huh?

i've been feasting on some souls for a while
stay the fuck back, better don't let me bite, uh
in the fields, and ima roam with the scythe
i've been waiting for the harvest for my whole fucking life

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harvesting dead fields w/lockjaw

Chambers

That's in my blood, ZIMABLUT.

featuring: @c3of
prod. by @apoc_krysis
cover art by @c3of

lyrics:
[Verse 1: D'Haelo]
Ich will im Leben nur Balance; weg von meinen Ärgernissen
Flippe dann in Bali Songs, Nein, red' nicht von Schmetterlingen
Represent' die City vorn, aber wird schwer ohne Gangsterfilme
Die Musik hab ich im mein'm Blut, sie ist mein letzter Wille
Oder auch nicht, eigentlich hätt' ich ein sogenanntes Plan B
Man wurd' mir oft erzählt, dass das Leben kaum ohne Plan geht
Aber die Gedanken in mein'm Kopf, die muss ich aufnehm'n
Denn nur so rede ich mir ein, dass ich so mein'm Traum leb'
Und der Sound bebt
Du bist der, der im Raum schwebt
Deine pixelartigen Nummern nehme ich dankend
Genau wie 'n NBA-Spieler, wenn er für den Korb abspringt
Du fragst dich: Was weist auf die Message/Nachricht?
Weiß ich auch nicht, vielleicht die magische Miesmuschel
Denn meine Bars erreichen nur die slawische Zielgruppe
Aber auch die, die mein Herz durch ihre Worte erwärmen
Solang' man solche hat, kann man nur so die Sonne wertschätzen (Bös)

[Verse 2: Saint Sleep]
Mislim da ne sanjam ništa
Nikad bio filma i ja pričam pričam pričam
Od mog život jasam krivo i ja znam nije mene briga
Mozak kao knjiga bez reči very heavy duša koja dame vole
Sluša mene i razbole (i razbole?)
Ja sam dosadan i boli me
Sećam Belgrade
Mirisalo ja na dim
Life's a bitch
Ali budim se uz sunce
Ovda baš vruče
Ipak sam beo kao sneg
Umorne stare ruke
But I keep on working
Piši i ja pišem all these verses
Kraj od dana ja sam kralj od ničega and I know its worthless
Idem nigde know its perfect

ZIMABLUT

"CRADLECUT"

featuring. @imsoscaredcoma6 & @hangsaint
produced by @zyrom
Mixed and mastered by @zyrom
Cover art by @the0000

LYRICS :

coma :

I ain't felt shit since the last fit
Stuck, demons dancing with a fuckin' misfit
But I can still fuckin' grip shit
Put ten in em if them pussies wanna spit shit, uh
Seven fuckin years I've been grinding for myself
This shit ain't about a number bitch it's about my health
Keep my fuckin name up out of your motherfuckin' mouth
Keep them lips running, I'ma stomp them out myself
I can't talk much about it
But every word fucking sounds like shouting
Every footstep sounds like pounding
But now I hit back, motherfucker, keep drowning
Keep drowning
Take another hit, little bitch start counting
Start counting
Time's almost up and you still ain't found it

theo :

Between noise and quiet there's absolutely no difference
Silence gets loud; it's another form of violence
Echoing inside a warehouse, screaming sirens
What do you know about suffering all alone in silence?
5 years of loneliness; it gets heavy
On my shoulders, feel like I carry a dead body
But nothing will make me sicker than your pity
My self-hatred thinks that I don’t need any
Stop trying to get inside my skin, fucker
Every day I distance myself from the gutter
Life gets raw n real when you finally are sober
I ain't getting back to it, so don’t bother
Get me out of my head, it's such a mess
Stop looking, I can only handle so much stress
Do you know how many pills I popped? Many
Don't give me more scars, already got plenty

hangsaint :

I’ve been so sick of it
Fuck it all, I’m loading my shit
I’ve been so fucking low that I’ma clutch my grip
I squeeze bust
Now I’m motherfucking chalk dust.
Fuck a letter, bitch.
You already know my fucking end is coming
I got low with my pistol pulled, put it to my head
Adios ima decompose see you in the abyss
All I do is take pills.
Pills keep my mind muzzled till I motherfucking feel better than a letter that I wrote
Down all, I spoke about is this
I’m so fucking sick of living life in emptiness
Sometimes I just wanna sit back and pop a couple of tablets, load the fucking Mac up, let the rhino rounds rip
Let it rip
Stick a gun up
Black the fuckin' Sun out
If I run out of ammo I gotta pull out you know how the shooters do it maybe I should fucking prove it to you
This will be my last verse
Theo said to get me first man fuck all y'all

Out Now Everywhere

CRADLECUT (feat. COMA6 & HANGSAINT) [prod. zyrom]

[lyrics below]

prod by @slainsucks

music video: 
https://youtu.be/6H3fTh28ZJc

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lyrics:

Bones feel like cold metal rods piercing through me burning like hell
I sit by the side of my bed every morning praying for my own death
Had a dream where I looked in the mirror and my reflection wasn't there
Feel so sick like I'm possessed by demons
Night terrors, hallucinations, and fever dreaming
In the middle of the night I puke for no reason
When I sleep I feel like I'm not breathing
All this sickness never goes away
Seems I'm laying in an early grave
All this drinking damaged my organs
All these drugs have drove me insane
I was dying slowly everyday
Visions of maggots eating on my remains

But now I'm sober and the skies have cleared
But this heavy sadness is always in me
Dysphoria and depression remain
At night I can never sleep so I stay wide awake
Living like a real vampire when the sun rises I go to sleep
I see an apocalyptic world in my dreams
Where humanity eats itself
And cannibals feast on one another from unbearable hunger
And money is just paper
Fires burn cities slow and acid rain forms a toxic vapor
And we breathe an air that is filled with lead
Twitch and turn like the walking dead
As we desperately seek for refuge out of this living hell
The third world is slowly collapsing
Nothing on my mind but relapsing
Overdosing on pills let them take my worthless life
I'm too weak to bleed out from a knife
I need anything to stop the pain
But this shit never goes away
Now there's nothing left but suicidal thoughts in my brain

To Whomever Hearts Are Plagued

To Whomever Hearts Are Plagued [prod. Slain] (video in description)

traumatized i ain't fucking with this world 
got a butterfly knife had to match with my girl 
to the gym arm working on some curls 
hair long money longer 
got her clutching on her pearls 
got a sweatshirt on like im earl 
when i die hope they paint me as a mural  
when i die hope it save me from myself 
when i die i know im going straight to hell
that's the price when he god damn clean 
ain't a maid getting paid 
every god damn week 
with my gang and we smoking on that god damn sheesh 
if you talking allat shit then i'm calling 13 
if you talking allat shit then im calling up zeez 
he gon pop out with the 9 in his chrome heart jeans 
throw a dime to ya spine with a red dot beam 
and im high all the time so my mind not clean 
if a bitch wanna cry then it's fine by me

finebyme (prod HYZXR)

Mixed & Mastered by frdm.wav
Artwork by @markypuwu on instagram

The jewelry be ivory, that shit be whiter than some bones
Spent 500 on some sweaters that shit sayin Final Home
Make this shit just really simple, put that gun up to your temple
The shit I smoke make him paranoid, but it help with my mental
Tryna take me outta practice like I falsify credentials
Get these rappers mad as fuck this 925 up on my dentals 
Ppfm up on my waist, pussy juice up in my sheets
Packin p90s, this pistol grip send 9 mils at your feet
I smoke packs like back to back with Maxwell’s album on repeat
Could count the P’s but I been pushin more than gunna on these streets 
I fog up every window, this blunt came with a tint
I snuck that blade into the function saying it was my dick print
This pack I’m smoking strong, this exotic make me squint
He talking, take his body, then I gut it super swift

Yo KEEGO

Yeah, take his body then I gut it super swift
Dressed out in all black I’ll fade in the darkness
Yeah, had to find another fix
So I latched onto the evil, there’s no way I could resist
So call me leather face, I’ll lacerate the flesh right off your bones 
Watch this psycho break then seal your fate, and now you’re all alone
You see there’s no escape and at this rate, you’re never going home 
Now my mental state can’t bear this weight, I might just lose control
Like woah
I’ll leave you running and screaming like Yoko Ono
Now we be running the matrix like we in slow mo
Never thought I’d be this so far down below
Breaking out this digital frame, that’s on my soul

Psycho / Break [Prod. frdm.wav + aszi]

Reload is a raw, high-energy hardstyle track about collapse and resurgence. Built on relentless kicks, aggressive tension and chant-driven hooks, it captures the moment after impact—when silence is gone and survival takes over. The track channels defiance, inner fire and collective strength, turning pressure into momentum. Reload isn’t escape music. It’s a reset. A rise. A return with more force than before.

Reload

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DO YOU LIKE BASS - FRESH BEATZ INT HARD EDIT

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lyrics:

get the fuck out my way
bitch u better pray
run out of my line
got a couple bodies in the basement stored like wine
blood drops right on the pavement columbine
mad is an understatement to describe my mind

bitch you better write your will
cuz when i pull up i aint got no fucking chill
when i pull up with my tec in your room
you know imma paint that bitch in maroon

bitch you better get the fuck out my way
yeah u better pray
cuz all i see is red
red like the blood draining out of your head
out of your head bitch 
out of your mind
mad is an understatement to describe
what i feel everyday in my damn life
mad is an understatement to describe
what i feel everyday in my life

GET THE FUCK OUT MY WAY [PROD. FRDM]

ALBUM soon

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

Chambers

uploading here / %%