RANCID PRAYERS [prod. Undead Ronin]

Fixing spotify between now and the 10th. Some crazy drops on the way for the rest of the year. Keep an eye out :)

PANDORA (PROD. NETUH)

shoutout @djvsiren for making the song complete
SCHEMAPOSSE X GHOSTWORKRECORDS

UNINVITED

UNINVITED W/ DJVSIREN [PROD. IDIO]

Testing this one for spotify. What do you guys think?

These lyrics are right from my notes, ill reformat a bit later

DEAD-EYE CUT, WITH THE DESERT EAGLE GUN - and a black eye SLUT gonna make it to the tup 
Im in a triple metric, measured at three sides im in a little mecha, length andthe width andthe height over 9 feet I got the cannon niked
I think this war is hectic - then I splurge, let my fuckin thoughts spill right on out all over this polished birch 
Can I handle stetic - channel flipped with handle think its her, grudge crawlin out the TV with a dagger dragged in earth 
Dagger dRAGGED IN EARTH - dragon breath out the silver deagle  then im her, at the otherside of life with the bloody bitch whose at the worst
Think im cannibal and I vented in this verse, invented something called scriptz and I etch it in my horse with  spurs, ride away 
Dagger dRAGGED IN EARTH - dragon breath out the silver deagle  then im her, at the otherside of life with the bloody bitch whose at the worst
Think im cannibal and I vented in this verse, invented something called scriptz and I etch it in my horse with  spurs, ride away 

DEAD-EYE CUT, WITH THE DESERT EAGLE GUN - and a black eye SLUT gonna make it to the tup 
Im in a triple metric, measured at three sides im in a little mecha, length andthe width andthe height over 9 feet I got the cannon niked

And the matte-black draca, I think im gonna make it - gliding to the top I think Ill call what's mine and fuckin take it 
Im mad fuck it sakes it, make a lake of gasoline for enemies who now start shakin in their nikes like im ifrit sata

Ifrit satan's what im sayin fuckin demi-devil spinnin up a web for all your bacon - skinning pigs for blackened break in 

Cant I brand em for all theyve done and  what they've have taken - Ima burn em yeah Ill flay em and I think ill tape it 

DEAD-EYE CUT, WITH THE DESERT EAGLE GUN - and a black eye SLUT gonna make it to the tup 
Im in a triple metric, measured at three sides im in a little mecha, length andthe width andthe height over 9 feet I got the cannon niked

STATIC (PROD. NEKK)

Blow the horns
Cut the thorns im in amazement
Feeling like I've smoked an oz
Faded before the bacon
Im a triple terror-
Threat on the iron sight it’s baked in
Take the shot at his mop let corrupt bleed on it’s taking

His soul, pitbull,its nose-muzzled, cant speak a fuckin word with yo’s
With hoes, with your fake-moses
I write this ink with dos-i-dos ov’ bliss
You think you got me captured but you done al’s miss
I’m a territory evil from the vinyl-kinevil
The group of signers hind the peep-hole look back at you like b-roll

I’m on a message beater, beat you with my letters till you get it
That’s the fuckin key-oh
Smoking like im fuckin’ Cheech-oh

I’m a nephilim teased, writing lore into these beats
I don’t think you want it anymore than I can fucking take

Mist at ya face, missed at ya face
Another shot placed on the human race
I’m a devil djinn corrupting at a rapid pace
I’ma defile the world with an axe and a mace

Eat it, eat it
Bite that tail like an infinite-snake
Ouroboros in this realm raw biting ankles and your kneez

I’m a nephilim teased, writing lore into these beats
I don’t think you want it anymore than I can fucking take

DOSIDOS

I’m wraith from the otherside of realm
Walking with the blank footsteps, ice on my gown 
I’m breathin’ comet dust from the underside of sound
Geometric I’ma clown, jester djinn with a pound
On the phone, control is on the tone
Got the board with the 9-1-1, fiddy clots of blood Rome
Raise an empire outta stone, with the runes carved into bones
Sprinkle on the flesh, Im feeling mess-y
Sundered by the whole 

Mandala metric is my fantasy rulership my only goal
Writing to the gods in tandem, ink blotted with the coal
Burning all the fuckin old
Starting a new version of myself, not what I’m told
I’ma call it never fold 

The bet, on the set
Steady to drop you with the mac
Call me diced up homes, cut on both sides of my lips
Im running fucking laps around you
Flow is spiced out I’m a vet
Armed with a fuckin AK and a bullet-proof vest
Teeth are diamond I’m in a jet
Blastin’ off to mount Tibet
Call me junk-monk 
Gliding with that slave-ship Boba Fett
Make yo bitch my bitch you bitch
I’m itchin’ for that trigger shtick
Blastin off ya whole dome
Make you headless I’m ahead

-less horseman 
With the fuckin whores-in
The back of the bunk 
Chariot filled with bloody course-limbs 
I eat the flesh ya its score man 
Red Orchestra is war bitch
Got the .50 rifle and another man to mark them 
Yeah we murk them, murking with the fuckin right
To kill from the other side of the life
Death is running along my knife 
Im fiending for that victim strife
I make this shit kinda right
I’m reaper with the light
Blinding sight on both of your eyes

RUNES CARVED INTO BONES

Prod: ( @umbrasamples )
mix/master: ( @aragoth.die )
Cover art: ( @gekxta @sathvriel )

(LYRICS)

PROPHET: 
Leave a mutha fucka in a puddle of blood 
Came up from the bottom i came outta the mud 
Don’t trust anyone, only trust in my gun 
Choppa got a kick like a muh fuckin punt 
Tripping out I put a few tabs on my tongue 
Lately been stressed so Im rolling a blunt 
Smoking on dope until I blacken my lungs 
rappers are fake & I know they just front 
Load up the chop then I’m out on the hunt 
If I said imma do it I’m getting it done 
The devil told me that I must be the one 
I asked him why & he said I’m his son 
I still don’t where the fuck I come from 
All I know is that Im deep in the slums 
Waking up with a whole bed full of bugs  
All of my opps are just muh fuckin bums
Go get your money up collect the funds 
chop hit his body it took out a chunk 
Beat down my opps break his face with a punch 
Im the bone crusher I love when they crunch 
Unleash the k9’s and feed em their lunch 
Do me dirty and I’m leaving em slumped 
Fuck up his body hit em with the pump
Pull up to the party I’m popping the trunk 
On the block everyday shit has been spun 
opps on a bridge like cartel they get hung 
All my opps ducking me they’re on the run 
You can’t survive in the place where I’m from 


MILITXNT: 
Pull up with the k with the gang on sight 
pull up with the blade got the knife let’s fight
got the bang with the fangs boutta take that bite 
boutta take that life boutta take that life 
walk out the graveyard with bugs in my skin 
zombies are walking with blood in there sins 
no one can live 
no one can live
no one can
no one can 
no one can live
stomp on that mfs neck count up my mf checks 
stay with vest put a whole in his chest feeling blessed cus no one can contests 
skeletons dancing medicines enhancing pussy started panting when the body started slanting
minimize all the lies ya demise close ya eyes live or die 
you have no choice but to die in ya grave
looking at goals that no one can obtain 
wallow in pain hollow the Brain 
I need to put that bitch right to my brain 
laugh at my face while I suffer in chains
blood running down from my veins 
I need to rob him and take off his chain
give me a second to breath 
give me a second to think 
throwing up shit from these sickening cuts 
shotty hit back got a drum 
deep in her stomach I’m fucking her guts 
Pull up with the blic with the 44 mag
pull up with the clip better tuck that flag
got the slit in the bag make his face fall back 
sniff that bag 
nose drip black

PROPHET X MILITXNT - BLOOD HAVEN

187 KILLA MANE [prod. Undead Ronin]

Eclipse

The text portrays a dark, fragmented urban world where humanity persists despite pressure, conflict, and exhaustion. It shows people trying to maintain orientation and identity within chaos, noise, and fear. Repeated motifs like breathing, holding, standing, and moving present humanity as a quiet yet powerful form of resistance. Hope appears not as something loud or heroic, but as a fragile presence that survives even in harsh surroundings. Overall, the piece conveys an introspective, somber atmosphere in which humanity remains the final connecting and sustaining force. Original 2015; rmx. 2023., THX to "Lüttke". Lyrics: Y. Frömme

Humanity (Not The End)

HEAVYSINSxBEARDEDLEGEND - IT WILL ALL FALL AWAY

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DOSIDOS

SCRIPTZ