Suicide, Goodbye

CHRONIC SACK BL8DEZ X BUMBOI (Prod.BUMBOI)

PRODUCED BY LPY
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~lyrics~
soul collecting killer here to depo at the bank
my pistol name titanic
it make pussies start to sank


full of all the bullshit 
just a man made of bones
no flesh but a soul
on a long way home

no luck but it seems
that i find my goals
changing on a dime
with no money involved

and it sucks
when you're stuck on the road
cozy in your spot
but it still feels cold
no love

nothing to begin with
dead from the start
but alive here to witness

seen souls turn green
from the substance
wrapped in wraps
and smoked like an oven
cuzzin
is you really buzzin yet
wake up feeling shitty
then you do it again
when its over
and you said and done
think real hard if you found it fun
seen some things on this road thats long
been here since the dead
will be when you're gone

im everliving
cameras catch the greatness
see through me
the flesh has been decaying
fall apart
and reattach the stitches
fuck with me titanic get u sinking
if shit is deep
im mariana trench
stench around me has a hint of death
its whatever's left of everyone who stepped
blood and brains are stained onto my chest

stay on my own
not a fan of distractions
names of the lost
still haunt my actions

smoke these sins
hope they turn into ashes
coughing a lung 
when i don't even have it
these bones ain't conjured of magic
forged in steel broken by the tragic


my tragedies lack remedies
i thug through 
hoping that its meant for me
knowing my fate is sealed
continuing
i take steps 
blinded by my enemies
a flashbang
sends me off into a daze
its time i see my final day
meet the man who may have made
to you i say my final phrase

full of all the bullshit 
just a man made of bones
no flesh but a soul
on a long way home

no luck but it seems
that i find my goals
changing on a dime
with no money involved

and it sucks
when you're stuck on the road
cozy in your spot
but it still feels cold
no love

nothing to begin with
dead from the start
but alive here to witness

seen souls turn green
from the substance
wrapped in wraps
and smoked like an oven
cuzzin
is you really buzzin yet
wake up feeling shitty
then you do it again
when its over
and you said and done
think real hard if you found it fun
seen some things on this road thats long
been here since the dead
will be when you're gone

INCISIONS (PROD.LPY)

MYSTIC (PROD REQUIEM CULT)

I mourn peace and freedom. I mourn checks and balances, and the democratic consensus. I mourn every innocent victim of war—every child, every dream crushed by every tyrant. How could I not? How can you not?

Being pro-people and pro-peace isn’t being anti-anyone, it’s refusing to let pain justify cruelty. I love my Jewish friends, but I also mourn the moral consensus we once called “Never Again.” Because safety matters—yours, mine, theirs, ours. Everyone’s safety matters… That’s why my heart can’t stop singing and praying for world peace. I’m not anti-anyone. I’m anti-dehumanization. My hope is that the Jewish story can end in healing, not repetition. 

I can’t help but hope… because I believe we can protect each other without inflicting new wounds. Empathy isn’t a zero-sum game; it’s what makes us human! It’s what helps us survive and thrive as one earthly, democratic tribe. In fact, empathy is the ultimate weapon against evil! That is exactly why those who cannot feel it try to divide and conquer by calling empathy weak or dangerous.

Simone Weil wrote: “Imaginary evil is romantic; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren.” So when I hear friends glorify revenge to justify genocide, I weep… as if trauma could explain violence because it gives despair a proud story; as if moral drama, fueled by hubris, could heal the multigenerational void of helplessness left by past and future trauma. When a pacifist says “no more heroes, no more villains, just humans,” it’s treated as a threat, as if “you’re with us or against us” were unquestionable truth. 

But Nietzsche warned that those who fight monsters must be careful not to become them, and Hannah Arendt reminded us that fear of being a victim can make us accept the role of the oppressor. Real humanism doesn’t erase trauma, it transcends it! Pacifism isn’t naïve; it’s a radical commitment to ending the cycle of identification with force. 

Winning means grounding ourselves in moral coherence. Life is sacred. It’s not about picking sides between nations (or parties)… it’s about choosing compassion over cruelty. Sigh. 

And so well now, of course, I wrote yet another song—another “Letter to My Friend,” about Never Again. 💌

—
@bananasutra – Lyrics: “Letter to My Friend”

Hey love, 
I’ve been thinkin’, the air’s gone strange.
We built a bridge, but fear made the range. 
When did caring turn into crime? 
Since when did heartbeats choose a side in time?

You think my tears forgot their tribe, 
But pain’s one language, that’s the vibe. 
If I cry for Gaza, do I leave you dry? 
Or can both our ghosts learn to sigh and fly?

I’m not your enemy, babe, I’m the echo that remains. 
Every love I add don’t steal your chains. 
Peace ain’t a prize that one can win; 
It’s a wound that heals when we let it begin. 
Oh, Bananasutra sings again…

Your roots run deep in haunted clay, 
I feel that tremor every day. 
But if walls keep empathy out of sight, 
Ain’t we just living in longer nights?

You guard your story like sacred wine, 
But I sip my sorrow... it tastes like thine. 
Can’t “never again” be a door, not a wall? 
Must one rise so another can fall?

I’m not your rival, love, I’m the ache that understands, 
Two trembling souls with open hands. 
My heart don’t subtract when it starts to expand; 
It multiplies truth in foreign lands.

Pain is pain; it don’t wear flags. 
It needs no borders, no tags. 
Fear’s a thief, babe, it steals our sight, 
Makes day look wrong and wrong look right.

Would you rather win, or rather heal? 
Would you rather numb, or rather feel? 
If trust could hum a new refrain, 
Would you hear my note through your pain?

I’m not against you, I’m just against cruel. 
Love ain’t a weapon; it’s the rebel’s rule. 
Let’s rewrite Never Again for all, 
’Cause peace built on pride’s just another wall.

So hey, my friend, come dance instead? 
We’ll sing for the living, not just the dead. 
Bananasutra’s heart don’t bend, 
It blooms, it breaks, it mends. 🪽


[21] Letter to My Friend (Never Again) • Gipsy Peace Duende Soul Fusion INDIE LOFI

Sample/Inspired Credits: Galaxie 500 - Strange

DEATHWISH (IG: @zoomthrax)

(prod. Vessels)
Sample/Inspired Credits: drippin so pretty - love casualties

AZARATH (IG: @zoomthrax)

PROXIMA (IG: @zoomthrax)

pspspspspspspspsp thats the shit cats hear my boi they like wtf that shit how you do it why u do it tf you not meow'ing for tf you doin this shit ass snake impression is something wrong with you? then they shit on your rug cos they know you be wigging out its just how it fucking works man stay woke.

Lyrics:
blue screen black view
blue eyes white 
new feed tattooed
my mind high
cooties castles
we stay inside
who needs bad moods
i got mine

spinning through some crystal
keep it  clear we stay abyssal
diamonds dancing through my vision
my new mission to go pick em up
double up my focus hocus pocus 
spitting magic manic motions 
with my mixing cos i'm schizin 
on some killer mud

purple drank
got my body sank into the couch
speakers loud let the lyrics
that i write leave yo mouth
Aye
whatchu think
i don't get a thing from the clout
hit the cloud
up my tempo tempered metal
tempting blades out

blue screen black view
blue eyes white 
new feed tattooed
my mind high
cooties castles
we stay inside
who needs bad moods
i got mine

WHO NEEDS BAD MOODS
BE BUGGING ON THAT ASPHALT 
WANT BATH SALT DONT PASS ON 
A CHANCE TO BE LAST ONE
AWAKE WITH THAT MASK ON
LOVE IT WHEN WE KICK IT
HIT THE SAFE GET THE CASH GONE
DON'T NEED LESS I SNIFF IT
I'M A SAINT 

but we in corrupted times
let's get fucked up and waste away

Cooties/Castles (prod. gosha)

cover art: @gvzzvh
mixed by: @kidmangx

i could be the one to rain pain with the metal 
i could be the one to lift, aim take his head off 
i could be the one to maintain never fell off 
hit the mainstage but the game ain’t on my level 
run my fuckin fade or keep it movin
i keep several blades on me like krueger 
got a couple baddies i could do 
you should probably keep your babe off my to-do list 

i could be the one they fear as they running 
i can see the blood. it spills from yo stomach 
i don’t really wanna kill but i’m gonna 
hear the buckshot why the fuck not better run it 
better duck cops i could not stop if i wanted 
hear the gunshots or the knock knock 
either one’ll get ya son popped 
get em one shot 
get a gun and get a punk shot 
getcha gun cocked cuz i’m comin 

and i don’t stop the gunnin 
i could bring the drum like punk rock
it’s nothin 
i can hear the thump from dumb choppas summoned 
better duck down but not now 
time to punish
getcha lung pounded out
round town i’m huntin 
getcha run down in downtown 
god i love it when the gun sound 
it’s bout time i bring the thunder 
shoot enough rounds
and now clowns found in gutters 

twin ks couple blades
hanging from my waist 
i maim then lay low for a couple days 
niggas tryna bang for fame 
rings all on my fingers 
keep them dracos keep them razors 
keep them lames up in my basement prayin they don’t get dismantled

watch dis

primordial ooze 「prod. treetime」

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