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oceanash

Tracks that I'm finding on SoundCloud through my journey of networking with other artists in the underground. If i like it it's going on here 🤘

T.H.U.G. (TheHugeUnderGround)

luh these ❤️

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DEVASTATE (PROD. KAISER)

My socials: 
https://www.instagram.com/prod.sixtoxion/
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Artist acc:
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LYRICS:

Midnight desire, demon acquire
Thoughts in my head turn to black like a tire
Twilight, enlighten, death to the liar
Fought in my head, ripped to shreds all the failures
I will defy it, beliefs from the liars
Rip of their heads, it's a death like the prior
I will deny it, beliefs and the prayers
What is my will if i can not refine it? yuh

I fxck with the dark, don't fxck with no dork
He wanna talk but i show him the door
What's black is your heart, nose white cuz you snort
All that you snort is the cxcain you bought
Malfunctioning dork, you're less than a lore
dump your own body to rot at the shore
You're rot to the core, fucked like a whxre
Keep up the rotting, you'll end up in gore, jaws

Midnight desire, demon acquire
Thoughts in my head turn to black like a tire
Twilight, enlighten, death to the liar
Fought in my head, ripped to shreds all the failures
I will defy it, beliefs from the liars
Rip of their heads, it's a death like the prior
I will deny it, beliefs and the prayers
What is my will if i can not refine it? yuh

MIDNIGHT MIND [PROD. FENDI444]

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Prod by ZHONE

EMOTIONAL MASOCHIST (Prod. ZHONE)

“LOWTIDE”

Feeling undead, crawlin out of my grave 
The grass above me is watered with shame
The dirt around me has been littered with pain 
It’s stuck in my nails, can’t wash it away
Every day waking up not okay 
Every day feelin like a waste
Every day wanna numb my brain
I know that saving me is fucking vain
I know I can’t cope with fucking unknown
And I’m growing to fear there’s no hope 
I’m putting the razor to the bone
Hope my emotions leave me alone
Last night my demons spoke
They provoke me to choke on a rope 
I want to change my frontal lobe so I can have control

Low tide turning into a tidal wave 
I’m hoping it crash on the shore but erosion is still decaying my brain
I feel insane
Cause I’m in pain
Keep hoping the waves
They decrease in their height
They keep stacking like my problems that keep me up at night
I try to drown my fucking demons and keep on hopin they die
I don’t know what else can be done to put the reaper beside
In the bottom of the fucking ocean is where I reside
I don’t wanna be immortal but I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die
Don’t wanna say goodbye
I’m dying inside 
I don’t want you to cry
I promise I’m fine
I’m telling you lies 
I look to the sky
Feeling the rope that I tied 
Feeling the god I denied
I’m concluding with a sigh 
I’m finally ready to die

Produced by oceanash

LOWTIDE

My socials: 
https://linktr.ee/SIXtOXION

LYRICS:
She keeps holding distance, like i don't know how she feels
Come on, baby, listen, i know you're in love with me
Get your witty rizz up if you wanna be with me
Know that you done fxcked up if you think i'll chase a flee

I'm so done with b!tches, they just jump from d!ck to d!ck
I want me a mistress, someone that don't give me sh!t
All those silly figures, they're just saying that they gliss
They can't gain my interest, i do business, don't do gits

Yuh, they're some b!tches, they can't be like me
They're some b!tches, they're on fantasy
Yuh, they're some b!tches, they can't be like me
They're some b!tches, they're on fantasy

B!tch, be like me, b!tch, be like me
B!tch, be like me, B!tch, be like me, b!tch be like me

She keeps holding distance, like i don't know how she feels
Come on, baby, listen, i know you're in love with me
Get your witty rizz up if you wanna be with me
Know that you done fxcked up if you think i'll chase a flee

BE LIKE ME [PROD. SQUIRL BEATS]

“when the moon is crescent i will practice black magic” 

Pickin up the shovel leave your body in the fucking woods
Pissing on your grave I cover my face with a fucking hood 
Every fucking day I’m doing things that satan said I should 
I cannot bring myself to summon something good 
I cannot hear the begs for mercy as the blood spurts 
Nothing can reverse my curse
Every day I’m feeling worse 
Put me in the hearse 
Coming at midnight so you cannot defend
Brain disperse when I get my revenge 
when the moon is crescent I will practice fucking black magic
So that my fucking numb brain ain’t fucking filled with the whack static 
Smoking in the rain thinking why my life is so tragic 
Yeah my pain is automatic 
bet my guardian angel weeps 
I got demons that keep talking on repeat 
So I grab the book of anton and I levitate off my feet
I’m just a pawn in my demons games until my soul is reaped so
Deep in the grave under the clay is where my skull will keep
Decaying til the future days goes on and the oceans heat
So plant some poppies at my grave until emotions cease 


Pull up, knocking up on the door 
I’m looking like I’m Charles Manson 
Blood is spilling on the floor
I’m looking for a new dimension 
Fuck
I don’t know 
I keep fucking thinking what to do about burning or burying my bones 
And I’m zoning out Im looking in the mirror and grow old 
I don’t recognize the person or the face the glass will hold 
Creeping in the night
feel the knife 
Got my black cat right beside me when I sacrifice your life 
Hear the chat chat right behind me when I hear the demons lie 
I don’t know reality theyre in my mind 
Every fucking day I’m seeing omens bad luck to my life 
Pull a fucking card, bet mines the lowest every time 
Fuck you and what you say
I’ll be doing what I want to do until the fucking grave 
All these motherfuckers tryna imitate decay
I’ll show you what it’s like to be a walking corpse in the rain 
Rigor mortis starting fucking early on my brain
Counting down the days until I go insane


produced by oceanash

when the moon is crescent i will practice black magic

“INTROVERT”
Produced by oceanash 

Better try to run before you meet my fucking gun
Look into my eyes and you won’t see another sun
You’re a fucking pest caught up in the web I spun
Make a mess, make you depressed until I’m fucking done 
Leave you numb 
Beating on my chest like a drum
Walking zombie like it’s thriller  
maniac, leave you cooked like a griller
Have you sucking on ya thumb 
Turn your brain to bits before I’m fucking done
Wake up decomposing and my eyes are glazed
Getting high so I can put my thoughts away
I don’t wanna feel my fucking feelings today 
Now my hand is poking out my motherfucking grave 

Getting high, decomposing

Pumping through the parties you’re at
Got the last laugh cuz your body is wrapped
Trapped, imma make you hurt
All you fuckers made me an introvert 
Feeling lack of worth and I’m still holding onto hurt
I let the pain grow through my chest like bamboo 
Bile spilling as Im dialing up my fucking death doula
I feel like I’m a loser  
Screws getting looser
Marijuana nicotine media abuser 
My head is like living in somebody that I don’t know’s house 
My bed is the only fucking place that I get to escape my doubts 
(Yawn)

INTROVERT

"Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek"

Seeing all red
Spreading the ash all over my dread
But I tread and get some gas and blunts before I go to bed 
Looking undead I bet all of this is in my head 
I never even left, I might just end it with the lead 
I’m dabbing the oils and I boil like I’m fried chicken 
And I throw them in the water right after I fucking stick em 
Oceanash risen from the Atlantic sea 
I’m in the bayou hanging from a fucking old Cypress tree
I'm lighting fire to the fucking palm leaves 
I’m getting higher as my skin melts into the heat
I’m in the open ocean and coping I’m throwing emotions of grief 
I’m sleeping in, I wish I wasn’t me 
I’m in the south, the roaches crawling out my mouth 
I’m always fucking filled with doubt, so please just wrap me in a shroud
I’m crouching in a fucking cloud
I’m snapping when they shake me out 
Death is what all I’m about
I’m turning your flesh all inside out
Better watch your step 
I’m not the one you should betray
In the water to your neck 
Kicking away the stingrays 
Kayaking in the creek 
Please just let me rest in piece 
Please just fucking leave me be 
Burn me like a DVD
Water clear, willows near 
Demons whisper in my ear
I feel the reaper coming near 
I'm dreaming of all my fucking fears 
I’m feeling fried, red in my eyes, I'm going for a ride and then I hop out, make ‘em die, you can try to run and fucking hide 
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Woods is where I scheme 
Smoking the green, crime scene where I clean 
Feeling mean, get the n-i-c-o-t-i-n-e
Now I'm walking with a limp, eating shrimp
You can get a glimpse of the clip
I cannot wash my sins 
Cutting limbs 
Putting them into fucking bins
Slice you into pieces thin
Grinning as I rip your skin


Produced by oceanash

Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek

"Gators and Ghosts"

Lurking in the lagoon
I’m eating cajun fries seasoned with gloom
I feel like nothing inside, molecules have all died 
Sweep evidence with a broom
Under the rug, I’m removing the shoes 
The blood has soaked through 
Using the bleach so you won’t see the clues in the room, when the lights are turning blue
Creeping in the swamp 
Throwing bodies to the gators and they chomp 
Floating parts in nature but the water calm
Rolling papers, smoke keep on blowing with the fucking palms
Person missing, snakes are hissing, on their heads I fucking stomp
I’m no longer living, seeing visions of myself embalmed 
I’m saying Avada Kedavra when I’m waving my wand 
Floor of the creek, I’m in the fog
Cypress trees next to the bog 
Is where I hid the bloody saw and all my flaws with muddy cloth
Feel the claws when I draw the prey closer then they caught up in my jaws 
Eat ‘em like Pulled pork with a side of Cole slaw 
Now I'm wanting more
Skeleton galore hid beneath the river shore 
Now my vision twisting more, my face melting to a corpse
A million thoughts I’m torn 
Now I’m exploding with gore
From my brain, I go insane, from the pressure I cannot contain 
I’m Breaking from chains, I never maintain a minute or moment of peace 
I feel deceased, my DMT released 
I don’t want my heart to beat, I think it ceasing during my sleep, so I’m avoiding counting the sheep
Making the beats, I got my enemies all on their fucking knees 
Now I’m speeding off smoking the weed 
I stuff it up in a honey berry blunt   
3 gram cherry keep making me dizzy and lighting the room up 
Sneaking through the grasses 
Weaken from the gashes 
Blood is seeping like molasses, slowly leaking as the match is lit 
Look into your head as I’m detaching it
Use the fucking knife, I take your life and then I’m stashing it 
Grabbing the resin, I’m dabbing it 
Dragging the bat before whacking it 
I’m hacking with the hatchet 
I'm takin your body, I’m wrapping it 
I'm cracking my skull cuz demons inhabit it



Produced by oceanash

Gators and Ghosts

Won't Do It Again by Hazy Rime (ft. P$ychopomp)

Won't Do It Again

***LYRICS***
look at the wrist, silver the drip
can’t fuck w the kid, you know what it is
luxurious whip, she got the grip
she fuck with the kid, you know what it is

dirty the forces… hmm, I’m whippin the BV
chasin the forgees… hmm, you niggas is debris
niggas fake saucy… hmm, we see it in 3D
takin no losses… hmm, that bitch is a pick me

running in circles…she gotcha

watching these rats as they runnin the race
jealousy can be as cruel as the grave
that type of shit ion know how to tame
truth has been known how you niggas is lame
thirstiest niggas be fighting for dames
you ain’t the spark and you sure ain’t the flame
like it when niggas throw dirt on my name
that only means we ain’t moving the same

But I’m tryna focus on you bae
be in yo mouth like some toothpaste
you on my head like a toupe
puttin in work for that bouquet (flowers)
they wonder they watch what we doing (for hrs)
these niggas they pick and they choosin (sour)
I love it, we leave em in rumors
i love it, I leave em in ruins (look at the)

look at the wrist, silver the drip
can’t fuck w the kid, you know what it is
luxurious whip, she got the grip
she fuck with the kid, you know what it is

dirty the forces… hmm, I’m whippin the BV
chasin the forgees… hmm, you niggas is debris
niggas fake saucy… hmm, we see it in 3D
takin no losses… hmm, that bitch is a pick me

I want the commas on commas
I want the dollahs on dollahs
If I make her sing like a opera
these niggas change up they genre
these people think they the shit
these niggas strange, these niggas fight over pits
and I keep a ho on the fritz, youll never know,
I might just go off the grid (they’ll never know)

you’ll never know if I did ye (don’t ever tell em’)
I let em think what it is aye (just let it go)
they take a hit but they missin’
fuck nigga this ain’t a quiz no (ain’t a quiz)
fuck nigga all in my business (all in my biz)
I’ll getcha gon with the quickness (gon w the quick)
bitch im the grinch and it’s Christmas (bitch and its Christmas)
seeing who next on the hit list (next on the)

been known to dirty my forces (dirt on my forces)
been in the dirt, on my own shit (been in the dirt)
nigga go check on yo sources (check on yo)
you haven’t been on yo boss shit (been on yo)
way that i move is remorseless (way that i )
shorties be thinkin they flawless (they got they flaws)
pray that no weapon can harm me (pray to the lord)
whippin the V got me nauseous (look at the)

look at the wrist, silver the drip
can’t fuck w the kid, you know what it is
luxurious whip, she got the grip
she fuck with the kid, you know what it is

dirty the forces… hmm, I’m whippin the BV
chasin the forgees… hmm, you niggas is debris
niggas fake saucy… hmm, we see it in 3D
takin no losses… hmm, that bitch is a pick me

running in circles…she gotcha

RUNNIN' IN CIRCLES prod. ACIDCRACK

Performed by Simon Norup Hald Nielsen
Written and composed by: Simon Norup Hald Nielsen
Lyrics by: Simon Norup Hald Nielsen
Written in 2024

Lyrics:

So shoot me 
That's all right 
I'm waiting for 
You'r bullet tonight
Bring all you’ve got
Open fire
Guns and knives and bitches and a burning desire 

You'r empire is crumbling
You’r world is burning down 
All that you love is lost
And can’t be found
To Paris you will go
And hide behind a car
Getting hit by a van 
Should have stayed In the dark

So shoot me now Jonathan 
Shoot me like only you can
So come at me MR. Wick
And let me know the secrets to all you'r dirty tricks

222 steps 
Ain't that easy to climb
When you'r getting shot from every angle 
And fall half of the time
And where are the police?
In this universe?
It seems like at the time they might come and get me first!
Come and get me first!
Come and get me first!
Get me first!

Who will get me first?
Who will get me first?
Who will get me first?
Who will get me first?

So shoot me now Jonathan 
Shoot me the way that only you can
So come at me MR. Wick
And let me know the secrets to all you'r dirty tricks

Shoot me
So shoot me 
So MR. Wick
Shoot me John Wick!

NORUP

JOHN WICK!

6ft down

“2000-unknown”

Bury it deep 
Under the concrete 
Now I’m crawling out the dirt
In my eyes you see the hurt
See the blood all on my shirt 
Every time I’m at my worst i take the blade and then insert and then I’m falling deeper in my curse 
Speaking with my demons can’t get a word
I just stutter and I slur
Everything would be blurred if you see inside my mind 
Gotta lotta rooms i need to polish and refine
But I never shine, closing the curtains for the last time
2000 to unknown still gotta choose what to with my bones 
I be eatin fruity pebbles like the fucking Flintstones
Im Starting to resemble the devil now I’m alone

All the voices keep on telling me how to feel shit
Counting all the issues that I never wanna deal with 
Waking up from my dreams and now I feel reality 
I cannot take it anymore my purpose is a fallacy 
Used to think that everything would work out
Question what I’m worth now
Everything a blur, wow 
Every time the thoughts coming out I just push em deeper but it only makes me weaker 
Close my eyes I see the reaper 
I’m so cold Im in the freezer 
I don’t wanna be awake 
I’m bouta break 
Think I’m sleeping til my body shake 
No escape 
Draping something over my face 
Putting flowers in the vase 
Leave some poppies by my grave 
I’m nothing as I lay so let me decay 

produced by oceanash

2000-unknown

IM A GOTHBOI U CANT HANDLE THIS @NEDSWORLD

Pictures 2 Feat. Lil Peep & Lil Tracy (Prod.By BigheadOnTheBeat & Fish Narc)

Lil Skies - Lust [prod. CashMoneyAp]

Life of a Dark Rose Available Now
Stream/Download: lilskies.lnk.to/LOADRSo

Follow Lil Skies
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Stream/Download

Lust [prod. CashMoneyAp]

KING YOSEF:
https://soundcloud.com/kingyosef

VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naqNXFWohnE&t=1340s

The Question (prod. King Yosef)

ORDER: CUBENSIS, SOLSA, WENDIGO x3 
LYRICS:
MY GOD IS REALER THAN YOURS!
HE SAYS WHAT I IS DO IS RIGHT
THAT I SHOULD FIGHT IF HEAVEN POURS!
I AM VERY VERY SORRY
MY APOLOGIES
FOR COMING OFF SO HARSHLY

IMPART ME
SECOND CHANCE
SO I CAN DANCE THE WAY YOU WANT ME
YOU NAZI

GOT ME!
TAKE A LOT MORE THAN THAT TO TOP ME
SOFT AINT WHAT IM MADE OF
YOURE THE ONE ACTING LIKE ADOLF
COCKY

WAY THAT YOU GOOSE STEPPING
WAY THAT YOU LOOSE LIPPING
TALKING BOUT WHO TRIPPING
TALKING BOUT WHO TO SHOVE UNDER THE BUS
AND WHO ALL OF US TRUST THAT WE SHOULDNT 
THIS JUST IN
LIL DARKIE IS RACIST
SPREADING THE MESSAGE OF SATAN WITH FACES
BLACKER THAN ANY OF US PROLLY ARE
BUT IM STILL OFFENDED CUZ IM A RETARD

HE TRYNA BE HARD
WE TRYNA BE SAFE
BY MAKING IT HARD
FOR YOU TO CREATE
NIGGAS THAT HEARD OF ME FIGHT AND DEBATE
I DONT DESERVE NOT ONE WORD OF THE HATE

MIND CONTROL
MY THOUGHTS ARE MINE TO HOLD
DOWN IN MY SPINAL CORD
BITCH THIS AINT MY FINAL FORM

I GOT NO TIME FOR YOU PUPPETS
TAKE YO OPINION AND SHOVE IT
I KEEP MY SPIRIT ABOVE IT
IM TAKING CRITICISM IF IT ISNT IGNORANT
IM NOT CONCERNED WITH FITTING IT HIT IT DIFFERENT
IM A CARTOON
BUT NIGGAS DOING MORE PRETENDING THAN ME
BITCHES ACT OFFENDED GET BANNED ON IG
YOU DONT GOTTA BE A HATER YOU DONT LIKE ME
WHY I KEEP A GRIN ON MY FACE ON MY TEETH

ALL THESE NIGGAS MAD THEY AINT EATING LIKE CONCENTRATION CAMPS
CUT YOURSELF ESCAPING FROM LEAVING OVER THE NATION FENCE
MOST THESE NIGGAS FAKING NOT WORKING IM PUTTING THEM ASIDE
SMOKE UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING REMAINING I CALL IT GENOCIDE

PHONY ASS NIGGAS PLOTTING WOAH
FRUITY NIGGAS ACTING ROTTEN, SO
ON YO SHIT NIGGA YOU NOT BEEN, HOE
I AINT EVEN THINK OF STOPPING, THO

-

IMMA FUCK AROUND AND TIMMY TURNER TO THE TIPPY TOP
I WONDER IF THESE NIGGAS REALLY GRIP THESE GLOCKS, TRIPPIN 
ACID LIPPING FLACID DICKING TIL SHE GIMME TOP UH HUH

SKIPPING TO THE STORE I GOT A RED HOOD ON
SALVIA WE RIPPING OUT A TEN FOOT BONG

THERES A BITCH INSIDE MY HOUSE SHE KEEP ON SAYING SHE IN PAIN
YEAH SHES SITTING ON MY COUCH WITH BURNING NEEDLES IN HER BRAIN
DIVINORUM IN HER VEINS

GUESS SHE WAS ON LEXAPRO
THE COMBO MADE HER GO INSANE

SHE FEEL CALMER ON COCAINE
(TRUE STORY)
DONT RAP FOR FAME
(TOO WHOREY)
BITCH WHATCHU SAYIN IM SUPER SAIYAN YOU SUPER PLAIN
(ROOT FOR ME)

I TAKE MY PAIN 
MAKE THE MUSIC
PLANT A BOMB
CANT DEFUSE IT
I AM CALM 
I AM LUCID
THEY BETTING ON
THAT HE LOSE IT
NEVER HAD IT TO START WITH

BREAK YOU LIKE USING GUITAR PICK
CONSTIPATED ALWAYS MAKING THAT HARD SHIT
CONTEMPLATED TAKING NIGGAS REAL FAR SHIT
THINGS HAPPEN NIGGAS SWITCH YOU EVOLVE WITH

TIME MOVING
RHYME SMOOTH AND
STAY FOCUSED YOU WILL SHINE THREW SIN
STREET TACOS GET SOME DIMES
WHOS IN
KNOW A NIGGA THEW THE
LIME JUICE IN

I KNOW HOW TO LIVE
I KNOW HOW TO DIE TOO
YOU COULD JUMP OFF A BUILDING
EAT MUSHROOM FOR HEALING
PUT ACID IN YOUR EYES TOO

IMMA FUCK AROUND AND TIMMY TURNER TO THE TIPPY TOP
I WONDER IF THESE NIGGAS REALLY GRIP THESE GLOCKS TRIPPIN 
ACID LIPPING FLACID DICKING TIL SHE GIMME TOP
WHIPPING UP MY VISIONS HUMANS LISTEN TO THE SHIT I DROP

-

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
GOES AROUND COME BACK TO YOU
MY MOMMA TOLD ME THAT WAS TRUE
PEOPLE REMEMBER LIKE ELEPHANTS DO

PEOPLE FORGET ALL THE ELEMENTS TOOOO
LIVING AND BREATHING SUCCEEDING AT MUSIC
AT LEADING THE CREW WITH A PASSION THESE NIGGAS AINT MOVE 
CUZ THEY CRASHING AND TALENT THEY RATIONING

ILL GET A BAT I MIGHT BASH HIM IN
GRIPPING A BLADE AND IM SLASHING HIM 
HAPPEN TO YOU
I PULL UP ON EM NO MASKING IM
SMOKING THAT DOPE UP IN LASSEN
WITH DRAIN THE SWAMP BLASTING IM COO

IM ON THE BEACH UP IN TAHOE
PACKING THAT THC INSIDE A RAW CONE
ILL BE HAPPY WHEN IT’S ALL GONE
MARY JANE ANSWER WHENEVER SHE CALLED ON

I HAD TO FALL DOWN IM SMOKING TOO MUCH
FOLD UP A POST IT IM SMOKING A BLUE CRUTCH
I DO NOT DO DUTCH I DONT DO BACKWOODS
GRABBA LEAF ONLY TOBACCO THAT SMACK GOOD

I FUCKED THAT BITCH IN THE SAFEWAY
7:00 AM AND IM HAVING A GREAT DAY
IM PUTTING ON WEIGHT LIKE IM TAY-K
ANIME RAPPER YOU SOUND LIKE A BEYBLADE

(SORRY)

GENOCIDE (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS/SOLSA)

RELOCATE (FT. LANDSPEED & $ATORI ZOOM)

ORGY OF ENEMIES ft. ZHEANI - ÄNGIE

MOBPSYCHO FEAT. VON100 (PROD. SIXTOXION)

album coming soon 
GLOOM ⛓
GREY - @grey_official
$CAPEGØAT - @omendascapegoat

2000-unknown

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