2024 Playlist (Instrumentals)(𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O™)

[Adult Swim] Bump - 3 A.M. Broadcast

Cherry Blossom {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O

Colour In Your Eyes {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O

Bentley {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O

Mt. Everest {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O

Ziplock {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O

Better Things {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O™

by Son of lamech and Codex Scrolls

This track is a bit of a riddle Of my story, my approach and why....it also,as always, attempts to nut shell Scripture in a simple way and therefore My conclusion ,which I will live by and help others as best as I can because, wow ,they even bill our kids for the shit ride they give us when we die!!.. ⚠️we will take control of this ride ,make it fair ,by the power of all combined.that is the plan ...let's combine before it's too late, that is the warning.
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Lyrics for Lamechs Verse :

This track was written 
By splash n splishin
Of your blood dripin 
Off my pick axe  
smacks n swishin
Delivered so fast
Your splitin in half 
From melon to ass 
Avast a soul Stricken 
Hold in hells kitchen
Thousand fold bitten 
Not shy sly disguise
Im Advised by wise  
Guides n technicians
assigned in Past lives 
I died n then Lived in 
Switchin sides to slide 
Between what's seen 
N what stays hidden 
I prise their eyes wide
Till god kingdom come 
For these dumstricken
Fuckin dum chickens
Drum sticking shivs in
Till theyre done lynching 
This warlock got Pickin
Locks of the forbidden
Pinchin wisdom missin
Lost talisman switchin
Transcript lifted quick n
Written into the skin 
N Stabbed over scabs 
Nowhere near as bad 
As the scars left within 
As I carve out your sins 
I'm starving to death 

( haunted) 

Lamechs sons a wreck 
Wretched n depressed 
Till I wrestle the rest 
Of your soul a guest 
settled in your chest 
Left a whole lota mess
N a hole torn in Flesh 
Best expressed this way 
Born into depths of hell
Live in Distress n dismay
Horns press themselves
Through skin of my face
worn wings fold as I fell 
N i form up as a shade 
Till my halos replaced 
A top hat in its place 
they know not of my race
Ontop of that im Chased
By these robotic states
Across time n space 
To a satanic planet
I land in this garden 
Of fukin piss taking
shit chucking apes
Where th snakes hiss     
Will Have man starvin
Drinking his own piss     
Skin Begin to harden 
You better Heed this    
Warning as its warming 
Quickly get Prickly 
Heat rash is forming 
Till your skins pouring
Was sick of this wicked 
Spirit it exist inflicted 
Got Tophat n tiped it 
Then spirit was inlisted 
N lifted by the gifted 
Mystic she sat Twisted 
To resist constricted 
Physics of this visit
Is it with its limits 
This pits an Abyss 
A requisite for trips 
Is a ticket n clicks
Even in deaths exit 
They will bill your kids 

Shadow Prince

Hello, I do not want to alarm anybody. Over the past couple of weeks, I have noticed something strange and unwelcome that has shaken me to my usually unshakable core. It has turned me into an outsider, a public enemy. Whispers. The meanest of mugs, and even children no longer look up to me. My instinct was to blame others, and in turn, I questioned my own sanity. I was convinced it was my coworker Edwin with the stench, or even the routine pedestrian was not free from a verbal and sometimes physical thrashing by my twisted backhand. Until I was stopped mid-slap with a question that put everything to rest: "What if I'm the one with the moldy stench?" Could it be? The boy with the golden curls like Buster Brown was the one? Sad but true. The source of the festering mold stench was none other than my trusty headphones...

We Read In Paper

In Response

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Raps by P

Sound Papers (Prod. By H.Gee)

Why Not

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