Lyrics:

I can’t even feel my fuckin’ face/
Feelin’ like I haven’t slept in days/
Nobody ever listen when I pray/
Don’t even wanna know if I’m ok?/

Drown all my emotions in this bottle ima flood my system/
Keep it bottled up inside my mind this shit feels like a prison/
Picturing your face inside my head when I pick up this pistol/
I can’t keep this up much longer might succumb to the statistic/

Yeah, yeah/

And when it rains it pours/
What am I fighting for?/
I, I, I felt like this before/
You, you, you just walk out that door/

Never feeling sure if this right but I just keep on pushing/
Never backing down that’s how I’m built, so I just keep enduring/
Spilling my emotions on this paper tell you how I’m feeling/
Might not understand these words I’m saying, hope it’s not for nothing/

Yeah, yeah, hope it’s not for nothing.../
No, no, I hope it’s not for nothing.../

I can’t even feel my fuckin’ face/
Feelin’ like I haven’t slept in days/
Nobody ever listen when I pray/
Don’t even wanna know if I’m ok?/

Yeah, yeah/

And when it rains it pours/
What am I fighting for?/
I, I, I felt like this before/
You, you, you just walk out that door/

OBSCURE (prod. Plurbs, Adrian Adder & Rodd)

DISINTEGRATE

slow death of the midwest

Brand new one for y'all! Out on all platforms. Enjoy!

WRAITH GOD (PROD. UNREM)

I am the best at this, stunt on this
Tripping on these fuckin morsels for the maniquin
Picture-esque demon, darkside call me Anakin
I got the plan you’re in it, got the dirk for the fans I'll win

I’m gonna sack-ya-girl, take her body steep her
Like the tea into my evo, violent yellow on its sleek-bod
Gironobomb for people, strapped to chest im fuckin’ evil  
No religion I'm off the deep end
No meds in head got bodies reekin’ 

Pipe dream on the weekend in the week I'm seeking’ on the scenic route
I’m tweakin’ On that ayahuasca, peekin’ through with D-M-T,
They got me weakened, marionette my arms
I’m fleekin’ with that blood I’m creepin’ on yo bitch
She leakin’ on her death I’m geekin’

All the ‘wards, got magic wards, I’m an animal, not an amateur
Hosi-tile on all the cams I’m in-
Got me on the tape trippin’ off the djinn
Got the body parts in the final-bin
I’ma send it off for the fight I’m in
Mail ya ya family for taking lips to my vita-bitch
Scriptz

EVO PIPE DREAM

God Vessel II

Shioreta Hasu

Shioreta Hasu [prod. Undead Ronin]

Prod. Bruxism

Lemmie tell you bout this kid had a nice PC,
He would buy allot of shit off the internet see,
Ordered coke from the dark web, but he got phished,
Now his Bitcoin missing and he feeling real pissed,
Let me tell you bout this old man with and old car,
Took his wallet to the grave with em didn't get far,
Yeah they left em in the bathroom left em on the floor,
Every pimps gotta eat and wrist was a score,
Let me tell you bout this robo-walker he was fourteen,
Dropping class everyday just to go and sip lean,
Now he out here chasing dragons, if you know what I mean,
Upgraded to the white, now he dancing with the fiends,
Let me tell you bout my plugs plug, he was born to spit,
But had a drip habit and a burner on his hip,
Yeah he said he was legit, but he couldn't shake the opps,
Now his body stone cold and his ride in the shop,

You could fuck around end up on the news,
Got the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha gonna try whatcha gonna do,
Are you down to ride down to get loose?
We could fuck around end up on the news,
Get the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha  wanna try whatcha wanna do,
Are you here to ride here to get loose?

Let me tell you who the beneficiary really is,
Showed up crying at the bank with his two kids,
Only greed could explain what the man went and did,
Understand they was there to shop, he was there to bip,
Let me tell you bout this housewife, ate a couple percs,
Then she tried drive stick to the function after work,
Went and left a couple bodies at the scene,
Then she cried in the courtroom, somehow left clean,
Lemmie tell you bout this little piggie, he was kinda mean,
He would always start yelling when he'd pull up at the scene,
One day at a traffic stop, got a little mad,
Mag dumped on a man and he never took the stand,
Let me tell you bout this box cutter trick, that I heard,
Get two blades slip a coin between, paint a red shirt,
Break it up and go and flush it, if the cops come and knock,
Tell you em you don't know shit but you sorry for the loss,

You could fuck around end up on the news,
Got the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha gonna try whatcha gonna do,
Are you down to ride down to get loose?
We could fuck around end up on the news,
Get the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha  wanna try whatcha wanna do,
Are you here to ride here to get loose?

On The News

Gonna take a little break on these SC uploads, and focus on getting some of this new stuff up to all platforms. Much love everyone, more stuff soon.

Wake n bake before the bacon
Im high as fuck on kush I think the strain forsaken
Im making a few dollars, thousand for these taste buds
Got the strain on lock, citrus, mint it is laceless
Pure bud tricked out on trichees quadruple aces
Huh 
Im armed with a beam
got the toolie by my waistline, its silenced don't hear no screams 
Pillow on her face, her boyfriend by the fckin beams of a blank stair case
Rug is stainless I don't seem
Suit is tight, not a blood splatter in sight
Im like agent 47 with a motherfuckin knife
Slit your throat yeah I just might 
But im workin like a rogue, on these raps overnight 
Please take away my plight, god
Im another pressure evil on the right-valve
letting loose, my demon's loose its troddin' on ya bite  corpse 
Im just a terminus for the people a cul-de-sac in your yard
Im like a Cerberus letting these sheeple know that they are bound for stars
Yeah Scriptz

WAKE N' BAKE (PROD. RULZ)

God damn, motherfucker Im feeling like a dregg
God damn it motherfucker Im gnawing on my teeth
Grind it down motherfucker, cannot insist this shit for days
Im getting tired motherfucker, god damn, what I say

I'm in the Salem's lot, party is insane I brought
Gas, this shit have us laughing in the fuckin back, roach it ash
Weighted tabs, on my tongue, its compact, liquid tension do not spat
Im number one and that's a fact fact fact fact
God, did you spot it im a god, makin wishes wish I had em
Call me Alladin with the rags, im so rad its in the pegs
stigmata wrist marks proph-ecy, I'm a canon shoot em down 
Wake slumber sound, im in your bed
Like the grudge Im eating up your fuckin legs
Peeka-boo I got you hanging from this motherfuckin ledge
Noose it up I hang your slut and your famy on the way 
To the hell or the heaven I dont choose it, sling your neck today
ima bring, some celebration now im boozin while I chose another lame to kill
Im wakin seein double think ill clutch these xanax pills 
It's so wonderful, purple flame burn down the ville
Evil kinevil without the kin Im djinnin, sold my soul to deal

JU-ON (prod. Hocii 808)

Produced by @istasha
Mixing by @istasha & @fucksailor
Cover art by @fucksailor

ISTASHA x FUKKSAILOR - Friendly Neighborhood Tune

Lyrics:

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well I'm

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well

I'm a deadbeat, kill the old me
Slit my throat yeah, I've become the enemy 
So tired of the bullshit
Tell me there's a reason to go on
Living like it's clockwork
Living like a coward
Tired everyday memories turn sour

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well I'm

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well 

Reckless Behavior 
Sentimental coward 
You know you loved her

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well 

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well 

I'm a deadbeat, kill the old me
Slit my throat yeah, I've become the enemy 
So tired of the bullshit
Tell me there's a reason to go on
Living like it's clockwork
Living like a coward
Tired everyday memories turn sour

slow death of the midwest

psychnaut

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