Unrepentant hard-edged industrial-strength Dub driven Electro Punk

Parallax - Celt Islam

no hope Yet - demo 1

Scratch that
Ya little convoy lookin' compact
There's not a lot of trust
Coulda' prolly called that 

The grin look smug
Puttin' chin to the mac
When you wake up in a fog
They never track your ass back

Crossing, intervene, I don't like that
See me, be the type to leave a line flat
Clock tick, time slip, let it go past
Following me, I lead em' all down the wrong path

Huh?

If it was my choice, I know I'd throw
Every motherfucker down a river to float
There's not a lotta' love
When you fuck with Auso
Drag em' to the street
I'm leading heads up into ropes

Red stains
And it's splashed on the curtains
Blood flows but there's no person
It breathes, but has no purpose
How could something be so worthless*
Maybe you should ask another stupid fucking question
Just a simple little bitch, with no intelligence invested
Got a muddy ass head, a fucking brain made out of resin
I would hate to see the day you try to make it into heaven, bitch.

Same old shit,
Said "oh my god".
Princess thinks this Cam-a-lot
Look at me like "make it stop"
But Auso; he's a hellion 

So don't fucking cross me, pussy
I make a rusty razor-blade look clean, pussy
Disloyalty, no team, what it means to me
Ripping seams, like a feat, funeral is lookin' roomy

If it was my choice, I know I'd throw
Every motherfucker down a river to float
There's not a lotta' love
When you fuck with Auso
Drag em' to the street
I'm leading heads up into ropes

Say these things, but in play, you wont change
A god damn thing, it's done mane, you un-made
A carpet stain, a mayday, no vacate
Andromache, tear away, won't obey

Well I think it's fucking time she went and got up 
(got up)
Into me, I guess I gotta' lotta'
(lotta)
Rum stains painted on my cortex
Blunt guts in my teeth, got the bitch wet

Well I think it's fucking time she went and got up 
(got up)
Into me, I guess I gotta' lotta'
(lotta')
Rum stains painted on my cortex
Blunt guts in my teeth, got the bitch wet

Do you follow
Portrait of your kin, but the eyes look hollow
Stepping to the man, wipe your chin, now swallow
Coward underlay, it's time to ween him off the bottle

I think it's really time to grow up
Show up
To the conversation with your tone up
So the
Volume escalate into commotion
Oh shit
Potion gettin' sipped like its an ocean

If it was my choice, I know I'd throw
Every motherfucker down a river to float
There's not a lotta' love
When you fuck with Auso
Drag em' to the street
I'm leading heads up into ropes

Stained Curtains

If you can't tell what you're missing
Blurring up the lines like a bitch with double vision
You could never re-decide
Cup of lye, to wind up missing

Courier of flies, tantalized by submission
Fizzing liquid, to cover-up bad decisions

For the last time, culprit awoken by deicide
Mixing cyanide, waiving the cautions of alkaline
You might bide some time, but I'mma cross the line
And let my mind unwind, I put the witch to light
See?

Ducking anybody, carry on the myth of better living
Very scary, in a minute, I'll be pissing out straight venom
It's the liquor, self-inflicted, bleached my liver
New envision, I should quiet the blight before the blight
Start bitchin'

No dough for the 40 these days
My fault, i prefer green anyways
My god, burn it all til I'm unmade
Smoke straight to the face like a freight train

If you can't tell what you're missing
Blurring up the lines like a bitch with double vision
You could never re-decide
Cup of lye, to wind up missing

Courier of flies, tantalized by submission
Fizzing liquid, to cover-up bad decisions

Did you see that?
Gold strapped purple sack, fact, that's a relapse
Double cup, not enough to cope with the recap

Cold cuts, bone thugs, snap to the beat track
I'll remap, GPS signal lost
Wound up in a town that's seeming sunny
But I'm looking like a lost cause
Nobody gonna try to fish me out of the bog moss
Made me wish I wasn't swimming with the Foie Gras

If you can't tell what you're missing
Blurring up the lines like a bitch with double vision
You could never re-decide
Cup of lye, to wind up missing

Courier of flies, tantalized by submission
Fizzing liquid, to cover-up bad decisions

For the last time, culprit awoken by deicide
Mixing cyanide, waiving the cautions of alkaline
You might bide some time, but I'mma cross the line
And let my mind unwind, I put the witch to light
See?

Swill 40

Every one deserves to be treated as human

WHO CARES WHAT U THINK

Remixed new version 
JUICYBABYYY AND ARJAMG

I AM I AM- JUICYBABYYY AND ARJANG

All you gotta do

A Dub Techno vibe. Pretty much done, other than some slight editing here and there.

Dormant

IT IS WHAT IT IS

Slammin’

An Experimental/Ambient/Trip-Hop vibes makes this beautiful composition for my love of music.

TSOJ - Bring Back That Feeling- Mini Mix

music threw the mind of passion ,Hope and faith with love ,music about life no fame but passion of being able to create my dreams with sound

IT IS WHAT IT IS

positive change