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Play when your angry and sad

Arc of Renewal

OFFICIAL VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIHI8VNAhHY

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

DEAD YOUTH ANTHEM

PROD. BY @igorexz

LYRICS:

I heard the devil knocking at my front door 
What does it want, I think it wants my soul
I Tried to hang myself but the damn noose broke, 
so I popped me some pills and everything went so slow,
Yuh, I don't wanna give my wrist a cut
They gone see the blood, but I don't really give a fuck, depression eating at my heart until I'm stuck inside the dark, with no one I can trust, I point the gun up to my head and let that muh fucka bust 

HOOK:

Voices in my head, someone please make it stop 
Voices in my head, someone please make it stop 
It will not subside, might just die 
left to rot 
Voices in my head, someone please make it stop

BRIDGE:

I didn't mean to kill..
The voices in my head they forced me to
this is not a song, this is a message 
I am warning you
I didn't mean to kill..
The voices in my head they forced me to
This is not a song, this is a message 
I AM WARNING YOU

[Verse 2]
I am not myself 
I can't control myself 
Don't stay 
God hates my existence 
So it's in vain, if I pray
voices in my head won't go away
I can't escape
These pills won't help 
I'm by myself
I guess this is my fate 
I am not myself 
I can't control myself 
Don't stay 
God hates my existence 
So it's in vain, if I pray
voices in my head won't go away
I can't escape
These pills won't help 
I'm by myself
I GUESS THIS IS MY FATE!

[HOOK, slowed down]

Voices in my head, someone please make it stop 
Voices in my head, someone please make it stop 
It will not subside, might just die 
left to rot 
Voices in my head, someone please make it stop

VOICESINMYHEAD [PROD. XEROGI] (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

FT @fukkitfukkitfukkit
PRD @lunartalk
MIX @prohibeo

SLURP (FT. FUKKIT) [PROD. LUNAR VISION]

@scarlxrd
Prod. by @YUNGMUPPY  

Lyrics;
Pretending everything is fine wont help
You say you’re happy with the shit that sells 
This fucking life really sounds like hell 
I hope you’re happy with the lies you tell yourself…

I hope you’re happy with the lies you tell yourself… 

Don’t act like you’re no sinner.

This time i shall not forget… 
this time i rise from the dead… 
this time i am not afraid… 
i don’t see the meaning in these fucking games… 

Change facts live fast it helps us forget pain,
reach back no thanks i still go against grains 
point fingers away don’t blame till they break 
hype up and see your life’s covered in flames…

i’m so done with the waiting, 
will i find my relief from this mind 

my whole body is craving 
a better way of living my life…

Mind your business 
lost control of all my feelings 
i’m still sat here in this building 
fucking dying fucking breathing 
your not happy you still bleeding 
your existence has no meaning 
and it makes you fucking sick…

I hope you’re happy with the lies you tell yourself 
x4

LXRDSZN

VISUAL

LIES YXU TELL [Prod. MUPPY]

TASTE THE METAL FT GIZMO & KILLSTATION (PROD BY BLVCSVND & KILLSTATION)

The touch of the reaper means only one thing, desiccation to everything within my reach.
Kill and repeat, I'm the hacker delete anything 'front of me if I need to release.
Enemies crumbling within my presence, I'm presently not really one to be seen.
I'm the behemoth it seems for no reason I cant waste my time on such trivial things.
Know where you stand, and just know I could banish you from the whole scene with these words that I speak.
I'm tempermental, my energy pent up, bitch back the fuck up if you still want to breathe.
I am the ghost in the night with this butterfly blade, there ain't nothing colliding with me.
Come round the corner, I'm draped in the shadows, bitch my knife will find a place that it can rest if it needs.

Roses, roses, Ashes, ashes. 

Roses, roses, Ashes, ashes.

Come fuck with me, I'ma show you what it's like to never give a fuck my g.
Rollin, and smokin, sippin on blood bitch we keep it on a lower key.
Got no chains, I got no containment, bitch there ain't nothin thats holdin me.
Independent, livin in solitude they can't get close to me.

Roses, roses, Ashes, ashes.
Roses, ashes, Ashes, ashes.

I'm the alchemist, turn a fuckin problem to a body bitch.
Fuck a body bitch, I want all yo shit.
I want all the smoke, I need all the dope.
Bitch don't get to close, I'ma cut your throat.

I'm a cutthroat, losing control, keep your eyes up, keep your head low.
I'm a cutthroat, losing control, keep your eyes up bitch, keep your head low.

Roses, Ashes (Prod. OmenXIII)

Lyrics:
[Sinizter]:
You not in my lane what the fuck was you thinking 
I hate all these rappers not cocky but confident kinda conceited and constantly flexin’ till all y’all deleted
I been in the lab hittin’ pads with a ball point jab
Pourin’ gas on the mic till it pop
Gimme what you got
I will never mix it in the pot even if it’s hot you will never kick it with a god
Wanna complain
We are not the same
Sacrifice a lot to get this spot so don’t you hate me when you hear it let it bang
Local artists really driving me insane saying why is you winning your style is finished
You only want the fame
Let me digress
This verbal vomit you 'bout to digest
Take you on the ride of ya life I murder with fine text 
Daily elevating with patience so Ima rise next
I don’t pay attention so miss me with all them death threats
Gave up my life in the military for this music 
So I can just kill and bury sending every rapper to the cemetery with no casket no hearse or obituary
So get out my way when I be moving through
My flow is complex-twisted like a rubix cube 
I’m running circles round you like a hula hoop
Army lifestyle didn’t work so I flew the coop
Pure dedication got me where I’m at 
And I’m not going back so you gon’ have to kill me to make me quit
Chill with that hating shit watch what comes out ya mouth
‘Cause when my song come on I get to breaking shit
Now these rappers in my DM's
I don't like 'em why they wanna be friends
Bet I'm crowned the king when the beef starts
They in body bags when the beef ends

[Ghostemane]:
Young Cobain
No gas in my tank
Not a thing to my name 
But the rest of this drink 
Sprite Beatz on the beats, beastin’ the keys 
While I’m K-R-Double-E-P in the streets
 Wandering alone, neither dead or alive
 But I wanna be dead sometimes
 Fuck out my face 
Never took a freebie or a handout
 No thanks, don’t park, no breaks 
Never thought about it but I really started thinkin’ ‘bout the way that the world can be 
Don’t wanna give a thing, wanna take everything away from the place that they got it in the first place 
Everybody thinkin’ that they don’t give a fuck
 When they takin’ all the time to write that, they don’t give a fuck 
Get up out your feelings and quit, quit your bitchin’ and do some shit, bitch
 See I really gotta say that I find myself up in a predicament every time I synthesize another one of my lines 
It only really happens with a known scent of apathy happily cut myself, broke like bohemian rhapsody in every song 
Now tell me if it’s gettin’ old 
I don’t really give a fuck but I kinda just wanna know 
For the sake of the knowin’ that’s all 
Take a step back, maybe then another six more, hoe 
Keep on hatin’ like you’ve never been judged before
 Get a partner with the world hidin’ behind your phone 
If you claimin’ that you really puttin’ on 
What I see now is strong 
Just another weak ass bitch, with a mic and some wifi 
Hopin’ that they’ll pay enough to make a sci-fi 
Better return them jeans and cop some self esteem

Doubt Me Now 3 Tour Sampler

As Above, So Below (feat. Ghostemane)

As Above, So Below (feat. Ghostemane) prod. Dj Lil Sprite

Bitch I'm dead, bitch I'm dead, I feel like like I'm fuckin dead.
Got a knife left in my back, all I see is fucking red.
I'm not scared of the past, not afraid in the end.
Nothin wrong up in my head, all I need now is revenge.

Only thing you will see if you ever try to cross me.
Demigod, demi-deity moving godspeed.
Swiftly, I erase you, if you harm me.
Oddly, I don't think you even want it.

Honest, let me thank you, let's be honest.
I need this, it's my reason for evolving.
Sleepless, I can't sleep bitch, but I'm nodding.
Paralysis, take me til the morning.

Hate this, I can't shake it, it's been so long.
Dreaming, I can see shit, I'm not sleeping.
Blinkin, thoughts they creep in, keeps me thinkin.
Breathing, am I breathing, I can't breathe bitch.

Demons, yes I see them, they love weakness.
Me bitch, I'm the king bitch, this is treason.
Freezing their advances, bitch I'm laughing.
Screaming, they can't take me, I delete them.

Battle, In the astral, I'm projecting.
Shadows, like the gallows, keep on pressing.
Only now I'm lonely, and I'm ready.
Frozen as I lay here, I just let be.

White noise, shake me up my body heavy.
Fight it, with my mind just by forgetting.
Letting go, of,    what I thought that I was and
Focusing on what is I'll become, bitch.

Bitch I'm dead, bitch I'm dead, I feel like like I'm fuckin dead.
Bitch I'm dead, bitch I'm dead, I feel like like I'm fuckin dead.
Bitch I'm dead, bitch I'm dead, I feel like like I'm fuckin dead.
Bitch I'm dead, bitch I'm dead, I feel like like I'm fuckin dead.

I Feel Dead (Prod. STILL)

Keep it lowkey, cuz we really in them streets bruh,
Rollin 20 deep, 30 deep, 50 deep cuz,
I don't need a buzz, I don't need no love, I just need my drugs,
I just hit the plug, stackin up for fun, keep my paper up.

Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up

I been on my shit, I know they see me, what they gone do?
Y'all be talkin clickers when we clique then what you gone do?
Bands on me bitch, when we pull up, you can see it too.
You can see the aura round my body when we comin through.

Niggas movin weight around my circle like a hoo-la-hoop,
I know all the plugs, you need some work then we can serve you.
Free my nigga HESH that nigga in for 6, I love you.
Stackin up this paper, when you get out, we gon eat too.

Yeah I live my life like I'ma die, cuz I'm supposed to.
R.I.P. my momma, and my niggas that ain't make it through.
If you speak on me my niggas aint just gonna hurt you.
See me like Houdini, magic tricks, don't get to close fool.

Bitch we ain't alright, Bitch we ain't okay, Bitch we ain't the same.
Niggas trippin on me cuz they bitch is fiendin for the name.
I can't give that bitch the fame, I can't put this hoe on game.
I got lot's of work to do, my niggas workin every day.

Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up.

Trackstar (Prod. STILL)

Prod @kingwicked

Lyrics:


Emptied my brain let it 
drain inna puddle

Feeding the maggots I walked away stumble 

down to the man with the mind of a puzzle 

Steal all the pieces 
leave you in a muzzle

-

Piece all the parts of my brain back to one 
Now I cannot stop thinkin bout killin fo fun 

All of the people that use me and run 

Bleed out the fake 
in the public 
in sun

—

I dont give a fuck about a mother fucker i dont give a fuck about a mother fuckin soul

Nobody gon ever give a fuck

if i died inside a truck
if i crashed into a pole

(OKAYYY!!)

—

I swear I need to get my life back together

I killed a pig 
ate it’s meat 
Used it’s skin fo sweaters 

I write my raps with
pin point turkey feathers

I dip the bone in blood
write your name down in my killing planners

-

You won’t do
shit!
All you do is talk shit
Mother fucker im still in this bitch!!

On my gizmo shit
Every rapper counterfit 
Till  burning up this oil slick

Better run so quick that i never see you bitch
Im splitting your neck and your wrists

I dont give one fuck who the fuck you think you is

I’ll make sure you never have kids

-

My knife is aiming for your heart

Aint no reset aint no restart

So who the fuck you think you are

You don’t get a chance,

Im rippin body parts

Troll Under The Bridge 2 [Prod. Kingwicked]

When the real ones ain’t around, We still gotta hold it down.
In silence we bring the noise, Then we turn up the fuckin sound.
I’m the Widow Reaper (yuh), I’m The King without a doubt.
013 the demigod, I came back to flex the crown.

Who want it now? My Kingdom Comes to burn it down.
Let’s burn it down, burn it all to the ground.
When the real ones ain’t around, We still gotta hold it down.
When the real ones ain’t around, We still gotta hold it down.

I see no one else around, RSG still hold it down.
Runnin up racks, I’ma drop em on rounds.
Aimin at the enemy until we run out.

Can’t nobody next to me doubt me at all.
365, 24/7, we ball.
I’m kickin my feet up, I’m still on the clock.
I’m weaving webs, connecting all the dots, non-stop. Okay,

Okay, we are not the same.
Cuz when it rains, we won’t wash away.
Okay, we are not the same.
Cuz when it rains, we won’t wash away.

Two steps ahead, bitch I feel like a Kojima
8 legs got me movin fast fast.
Talkin that shit then my Venom gon bust back
Leave em paralyzed when I bite, no kickback.

I’m still the BlackWidow, dressed up in all black and white,
I might throw red in to calm down my appetite.
I have no purpose but threatening life,
I’m still that crazy, crazy, killa killa on the mic lil bitch.

When the real ones ain’t around, We still gotta hold it down.
In silence we bring the noise, Then we turn up the fuckin sound.
I’m the Widow Reaper (yuh), I’m The King without a doubt.
013 the demigod, I came back to flex the crown.

Who want it now? My Kingdom Comes to burn it down.
Let’s burn it down, burn it all to the ground.
When the real ones ain’t around, We still gotta hold it down.
When the real ones ain’t around, We still gotta hold it down.

STRAND3D

ft https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams
prod https://soundcloud.com/mutantjoe

lyrics

Gizmo:

Dust on your shelves 
Holding books full of
Outer Worldly Knowledge 

Why the fuck you got it

All that you
Doing is 
Sucking and fucking 
you
Take a
Cum deposit 
molly you be off it

All of the drugs that you taking
It’s wasting the
Body parts
In side 
of you
Ya gunna die


Viewing your death entertainment 
needles inside of yo face bitch

Take out your organs
Cut you into portions 
I bag 
you up 
leave 
the scene vacant 

Next stop I head to the boat yard

Blood on ya Gucci and goyard 

Row where it’s deep
I dump what I don’t need
Then I pour out the blood and the discharge 

Nobody body living go dis hard

Everyone else I dis-re-gard
-
2x
Bitch 
You like a
Frog
Make you my baite 
And watch you croak

Put a hook right through yo lips
Grab my fishing pole and a smoke

If you talk that shit
Live that shit 
Or bitch 
wash yoself with soap

Iff I’m off tha shits
I’m ignorant 
I’ll make you have a stroke

I’ll push you down
I’ll shake you 
scream in yo face 
somebody gone rape you

I’ll tie you down 
I’ll tape you 
Videotape 
How I deface you 

put it all over 
Live leaks
Don’t try me
ain’t nobody gone find me

This is how twisted my
Mind be 
This is why none of deez labels would sign me
__
Rozz:

fire spark it, im retarded
trauma made my mind retarded
move around like peter sotos in a dark web buyers market
i’m a threat and i’m a target, it’s a bet that i will make you take your final breath while clawing on a razor wire carpet
corpses covered up with tarp and when i smell it, i get harder than the touch of any human could ever set to accomplish
i’m a living, breathing Ogrish, i’ve done things that make me nauseous
wanna watch you cry and twitch before you die, if i’m just honest
if you step inside my mind it might remind you of August Underground, i’m bound to leave you ground, they might find you in my kitchen grinder
might i just remind you, mind your business if you trying to say “goodbye” before you die, without me standing right behind you

STRAND3D

OmenXIII

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