Barbwire (prod. Maniac)

Gunz Of A Different Color ft. Verbal Lexapro (prod. Verbal Lexapro)

This is not, by any means a song advocating violence. Its a constant reminder that we inhabit a violent world at times. Violence, unfortunately  is a necessary component in shaping our society. It is glorified in Hollywood, used as a tool in the less fortunate and abandoned communities, and obviously a means of oppression.

Violence Never Fails (Prod. Emphatic)

(E. Fernandez, D. Kostadinov)
Written & Performed by Paranormal
Produced by ObscureDwella
(soundcloud.com/obscuredwella/tracks)
Recorded by Verbal Lexapro at The Wizard Factory, Queens, NY
Mixed by Jose Gonzalez at The Void, Queens, NY

Jigsaw Youth hoodies exclusively, passed totalitarian curfew
Its due for doom, witness the poor man's truth
Punk goddess blessed this kid with a kiss, we are the lesser children
Revolution to Revelation blueprints
Awakened from that manufactured insanity shit
And spit that type of shit to make your sanity split
Exodus, a story sold by corner merchants, where no one is worth shit
Shorter durations in every purchase, yearning
For that sunny distance, time frame in a haze
Was is it to accordingly behave, stay away
Reach for the Sun, led by none, stay away
Tears of blood, I bled the blues, stay away
Yall can't decipher my ways, its Eric Draven returning from the grave
Driven by pain, yall caught me on some bad days
This is the art of the rifle painted with guerrilla tactics
Equipped in this gray labyrinth searching for a Sabbath

CHORUS 2X
Golden bars behind black gates like Kimba Dawn
Animal caged, free spirit like Kimba Dawn
Vagabond in Neon Babylon like Kimba Dawn
Addicted to the flames like Kimba Dawn

Prayers on a battlefield facing Jerusalem
For the designated losers, Metal Gear mindstate, I'm nuclear 
Approach verses in an assassin's mode
Its Private David Jackson behind the sniper scope, guide me
Target the market for that motley carbon copy garbage
Uncommon equilibrium parallel to Spawn comics
Heaven and Hell within, like Godbody guarded   
The spirit at war with the flesh, transfixed in torment 
Mosaic of the interdimensional poet, loaded 
With music equivalent to mosh pit riffs 
Fuck your franchise, your prospects bore me, what a bummer
No need to feel for it like the pretense of blind perverts
We're lurking beneath the surface through underground circuits
Emerging as the vocal version of Cliff Burton
Longitude and latitude, boulevards and avenues 
Street corners with the beast on you, clash of attitudes

CHORUS 2X

#Underground #HipHop #Alternative #Rap #Poetry #Culture #Queens #NYC #Bulgaria

Kimba Dawn

Kimba Dawn (Prod. ObscureDwella)

Decipher mystic lexicon, I stole the info from the Pentagon/
Reptilian renaissance, posse of illuminati's entourage/
The rebel renegade, system renovate, set the record straight/
...but the record will never get played/
Brotherhood of Snakes, watchers and wardens, the world is in a cage/
Sedated human race awaiting the awakening phase/
Forsaken emcee urged to push forward by eager learners/
That'll blast you with River Tam's burner/
Fire in their eyes, this is not an exercise, ideas never die/
Unstoppable and unassailable/
Despicable billionaire predators unidentified/
Digital drive-by by cyber terrorist crimes/
Flex with high tech armament through your squadron/
In a world lacking guidance where the weapons are psychotronic/
Modification of mankind's conscience prognosticated in the cosmic/
War scholars against the words of prophets/
Atomic bombs symphonic as the eye of Ra watches/
Surveillance system upgrades become microscopic/
To them we the problem, go out for mine shouting/
Or be betrayed by my own like the dudes that murdered Malcolm/



The Fire Rises -Paranormal (Prod. Paranormal & Verbal Lexapro)

(E. Fernandez, H. Daniel Aguilar, B. Budimerovich, R. Yorrick)
Written & Performed by Paranormal, Dali & Bobby Craves (@bobbycraves) of Certain.Ones (@certainones)
Produced by Fat Kneel (@FAT-KNEEL)
Recorded and Mixed by Bobby Craves at Da Cut, New York, New York

DALI

I GOT THAT WISDOM BODY, KNOWLEDGE OF ANCESTORS GENERATING
HUMANOID MY OCCUPATION, MANIFESTATIONS MAKE MAD ENEMIES DISAPPEAR
THROUGH THE PROCESS OF ELIMINATION
MY WORDS BEARING THAT WEIGHT LIKE THAT BACON
THIS UNIVERSE MY UNIVERSITY, I HOLD A GOD DEGREE
IN MULTIPLE DIMENSIONS, MY SPIRIT AN EXTENSION
OF ALL THAT IS, I GOT GALAXIES COVALENTLY HOLDING ME TOGETHER
MY MUSCLE MEMORY'S BEYOND CLEVER
MY TONGUE HOLD TRUTH, ROCKING THE HEADS OF THE YOUNG YOUTHS
CONSTANTLY BLESSIN’ THE BOOTHS, IT'S ALL UNIVERSAL
HOW I SPOON FEED YOU THESE METAPHYSICAL VERSES
GIVE IT TO YOU STRAIGHT WITH NO CURSIVE
GET RID OF PERVERSIONS IN THE AIRWAVES WITH THE CERTAIN ONES BRIGADE
CALL IT THE AIR RAID OF THE CENTURY
SOCIAL CONSTRUCTS LIKE NIGHTMARISH PENITENTIARIES
THIS POLYMATH OUT LIKE LEONARDO DI VINCI

PARANORMAL

AKA CRUX MOSAIC OF EARTH DIMENSION C-137
ASSASSINS SPAZZING COORDINATED LIKE RIVER TAM ACTIVATED
ENOUGH TO GET CORRUPTED KINGS SWEATING
WE DRAW UNDIVIDED ATTENTION LIKE DIVINE INTERVENTION
A MAN POSSESSED, MONTAGE OF MESS
MENTE MUERTE MISFIT, UNINTENDED KILLJOY IN THE DISTANCE
EDGE OF NO TOMORROW, OVERTHROW YOUR WHOLE COURT OF OWLS
THE HARVESTERS OF SORROW, DECIPHER THE LANGUAGE OF THE MAD
LOCK, STOCK AND MULTIPLE SMOKING BARRELS
GHOST RECON, SHADOW APPAREL CAMO
SPIRITS ENDURE, PHANTOM WARS, SHADOW PLAYERS, PRAYERS ON A BATTLEFIELD
SHAMELESS TURN SHAMEFUL, CRIMINAL TURN CRUSADERS
THIS A FAT KNEEL SCORE OF THE SCARRED MEETS THE QUIET STORM
WORLD IS BLACKENED LIKE THAT FIRST SONG OFF AND JUSTICE FOR ALL
DOGMA OF ATTRITION, BRAINSTORM WITH BISCUITS
ON THE WATCHLIST SINCE THE BOMBING OF THE CYBERDYNE BUILDING

BOBBY CRAVES

WON YOU OVER WITH ONE UNDER, IT'S NO WONDER
THE THUNDER CRACKS BATS, BOY WONDERS AND FUNK CLUNKERS
WE UNDERGROUND BUNKERS, FULLY TO THE NUCLEI
RADIATE AND DON'T COMPLY WITH WHO AM I
IT'S A MATTER OF OPINION WE BEEN GIVEN
RETURN OF THE LIVING, DEAD HEAD UNFORGIVEN
CONNECTED TO THE MISSING LINK, TRINKETS BE DISTRACTING THINKING
SURELY GOT THE MIND SHRINKING
RINKY DINKING, TAKE IT TO THE BRINK THEN CIRCLE BACK
ACE UP THE SLEEVE BUT AIN'T SAYING JACK
IN FACT, TIME TELLS FORTUNES OF UNFORTUNATELY
DEATH TO THE HORDE, STRIKE ACCORDINGLY
BORN TO BE DRUNK AND DISORDERLY, BUKOWSKI IN HIS PRIME
ONE TIME FOR THE OPTIMUS AND INFINITE BLISS, IT'S LIKE THIS
A LITTLE MORE THAN IT USED TA
LIVING IN THE PAST GOT ME STUCK IN THE FUTURE

When Art Becomes Ugly

River Tam

River Tam Ft. Dali & Bobby Craves (Prod. Fat Kneel)

NewsFlash (prod. Maniac)

I'm like Audio Imax lyrically enhanced by Christopher Nolan/
 Theatrically implanted images so yall can focus on the omen/
 By hooded prophets, tattoos symbolic from religious vagabonds/
Shootouts are marathons, reruns in this concrete amazon/
 For those lost anarchy lives behind the eye lids/
 Who scream fuck cops we turn pigs into bacon bits/
 We're concerned with being passive witnesses to the growing mess/
 Telling ourselves its all stable but still lacking the equilibrium/
 The planet is my conscience, shaped by decoys of love that never bothered/
 I still dream for love, this is increased IQ for minors/
 Who move in silence among crowds of protest in modern Sodom/
 Antagonists disguised as hippies stand behind the flower/
 Raise a fist for power, at odds that go against ours/
 That lay you out like you were halted by clock tower snipers/
 So pledge allegiance to your regulated madness/
 Where assassins are hired by the simple swipe of plastic/
 Disguised as religious fanatics/
 With holy rosaries wrapped around the handle and dangle from their ratchets/
 So lets build and usher in the new frontier/
 Speak what's real 'cause you're only unique until your labeled weird/

Audio Imax (El - P Version)

Written by Emmanuel Fernandez (Paranormal)
Produced by Nea
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Gio Flow at Langumas Studios, Queens, NY

https://soundcloud.com/kimmy-pacent's music: https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=kim+pacent

Flowers around me blossom oddly...strange colors of bodies without numbers haunt me/ Who shall die for a thousand lies mounted for some payoff/ Immune to the tunes of chaos, holders of the unorthodox/ We will not, I repeat we will not, prepaid visions/ Dream dodger martyr, system dropout, one of many eraser children/ Reply as anti...man in a box on his own time/...Yet the verdict rebukes our soul/ Speak for weirdos who can't cope under tear stained pillows/ Blow up the outside world, pathos of patient zero/  Come through as taboo, tuned from the squalor house of blues/ This is the punk movement renewed, beauty behind the bruise/                                                                           


The fuck you know about your Queen locked in psych wards/...And seeing that emptiness take your Dawn/ Your CD spins gifts, may it shine eternally/ Something not meant for me/ Something only in dreams/ I agree at times 'Thinking Is' the enemy/ Closer to closure...cries behind the Stygian strings/ Conversations with thin air, disgrace in the mirror/ That fallen grace figure...grows lesser/ The veil of a smile for outsiders, shadows of the heart draw back from that unforgettable fire/...Stereo I want it on, tune in to turn away from all/ Stereo I want it on, tune in to turn away from yall/ 


Twitch from just a thought of caress/ An inch of forever captured...twisted by tears of joy and regret/ A junkie for any sort of happiness, memoirs of the abandoned generation/ Again I apologize 'cause I've mistaken/ 

To Kimberly Pacent. If I may quote Psalms 30:5, "Tears may flow in the night, but joy comes in the morning." To a Queen and comrade whose presence alone was a gift. Not a day goes by where your smile and laughter does not reverberate in my psyche. Where I don't recall your phone calls just to assure me, "until we hang out again, find things to laugh and smile at in the meantime." May all of us continue to do so. Major appreciation to Nea (https://soundcloud.com/theneaexperience) for her incredible contribution behind the production boards. A short outline was all she needed to concoct such a tribute. -Beauty Behind The Bruise (Anti)-      
*Recorded and mixed by https://soundcloud.com/gioflow at Langumas Studio.
*Art cover by https://soundcloud.com/kimmy-pacent

Beauty Behind The Bruise (Anti)

Beauty Behind The Bruise (Anti) [Prod. Nea] *FREE DOWNLOAD*

Written by Emmanuel Fernandez (Paranormal)
Produced by Verbal Lexapro & Paranormal
Recorded & Mixed by Julio Trinidad at The Wizard Factory, Queens, NY 
Mastered by DJ Fred Ones at TME Studios, The Bronx, NY

Media enslavement (x3)
Media enslavement, corporate control of entertainment
Effective weapons through the arsenal of manipulation
Structured confusion, the feeble inadvertently choosing 
Hope in the illusion, the backbone for their throne
Fuck their propaganda, time for action, cock the hammer
March of the giants that break silence, waving freedom's banner
May God be with us in the final standoff
Victories ours, guns at the stars, celebrate like its a walk off
Unstoppable with the illest arseal possible
Addition to spirit, we've conquered all obstacles
Rap John Conner, the future is ours
With thoughts, travel beyond what city landscapes can offer
Relinquish the sequence of the past
And believe we can avert the perilous destiny of man
Fuck dough, its for the soul
This life is like the twilight zone in search for some identity like Jason Bourne
Replenished, exert the hidden force naturally in us
Home of the cop killers, hollow tip cap peelers
With hearts cold enough as the most frigid winters
At times life boils down to the most precious minutes
They kill a army with silent weapons for silent wars
Dissidents committed to psychiatric wards, no remorse
And anyone else who dares to get involved
Is this the final call demanding that weapons are drawn?
Its a new dawn where those despised arise accordingly
Anomally anonymous to NYPD authority
Allegories on big screens and on the tvs hourly
Bugging on terminator under purple haze odyssey
Pardon me if I offend those trapped in a bubble
Life's a hustle where half the struggle counts for muscle
Spit truth that stutters judges
Break bread amongst brothers like murals that resemble the last supper

The follow up single off the upcoming sophomore album, The Project For Global Madness, Shine Eternal further displays the cinematic, dark yet beautiful themes as I described before. Especially here in its free form poetic delivery. Salute to Verbal Lexapro for the co-production. And to comrade Wiz for engineering the session at the now defunct Wizard Factory.

The Project For Global Madness

Shine Eternal

Shine Eternal (Prod. Verbal Lexapro & Paranormal)

Copyright 2018 BMI All Rights Reserved 
(E. Fernandez, N. Virdis)

Written & Performed by Paranormal
Produced by @https://soundcloud.com/neasama
Cuts by Nea
Recorded by Gio Langumas at Langumas Studios, Queens, NY
Mixed by DJ Fred Ones at TME Studios, The Bronx, NY

We tend to duck when the truth spits
Gun clicks in consonance with the concept of time...tick, tick
My environment devised by lying men
Imperium of delirium, a stranger to elated sentiments 
Lost internally in some unknown distance, screaming out rejection
Am I demented to dare question?
The regulated messes vested in this nation under God
The blood streaks of stars and stripes that certify your social bond
Screaming please let me be, I'll allow myself to be deceived
For the sake of safety, sedated by the crave for TV dreams
Its passive habits from a generation abandoned
Consumer zombies that frolic to the avenues of Madison
Its the zeitgeist of high tech intellectual bandits
Our love will never be income, its considered beyond logical standards 
So what the fuck is logic, when too many questions is a problem 
We pardon ourselves from the nuisance, distorted by the gossip

Blood Streaks of Stars & Stripes

Blood Streaks Of Stars & Stripes (prod. Nea)

Copyright 2018 BMI All Rights Reserved 
(E. Fernandez, N. Virdis)

Written & Performed by Paranormal 
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/neadunkel
Recorded & Mixed by Gio Langumas at Langumas Studios, Queens, NY

Shadows within the heart creeping, something must break, we are not wanted
Something must break, we are not wanted, tomorrow comes today
Happy meal smiles instructed by the amusement, loner and drunkard
Mood for merging, warped in, surrounded by living room vermin
Begin again...begin again

Begin again to end the same, spit in distorted riffs, Serial Experiments Lain
Bargain for bits, pay for tomorrow's pain
Spread ugliness beyond the mirrors' edge, a thousand words from one stare
Who dares decipher the stone face children of lesser men
Begin again...

Don't take advantage, nor ever take it for granted, the pain of a phantom
Isolation provoking madness, relayed in a broken and battered language
The plastic trees can only lead for how far? Such a sky for how long?
Live on through the lost touch, graduated from the indoctrination of the false
A dream with no direction, elements of truth in the facade
Luck and love misconception, daily dosage of remedial charm
Purity of imagination as some sort of drugs, white lights spin
Perhaps I live in a glitch, trapped in the same lie
Sunken, slowdive, shadows grip shattered fixtures
A dead end destination in the stillness of reminiscing
Cries for help perceived in a foreign tongue, of fire and love
Soul rust, hold up, rip them down, hold me up
Miracles of life in tandem with the waste of war
Oh stigmata martyr with sword, I yearn to escape in rebirth

Rabbit Hole (Slowdive)

Rabbit Hole {Slowdive} (Prod. Nea)

The single off the "Vendetta Doctrine" album. Video link here (https://youtu.be/Sre1ZgmkmTs)

Vendetta Doctrine (https://youtu.be/Sre1ZgmkmTs)

A Generation Abandoned ft. The Mad Credo

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