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Pale Death

A scathing indictment of systemic economic exploitation told from the perspective of someone trapped in the wage-slavery cycle. The track opens with the central metaphor - time as something stolen and sold back at interest - then expands to call out the entire rigged system.
The narrator positions themselves as a "prisoner of war" whose life is being sold back to them, tracing this theft back to the agricultural revolution. They expose how the wealthy build fortunes on others' labor while providing no real value, comparing them to vampires feeding on human energy and blood money.
The second half directly confronts the hollow platitudes and condescending questions used to dismiss working people's struggles ("What do you know about it? You ever owned a house?"). It culminates in calling these exploiters what they really are - demons disguised as businesspeople, worshipping false idols while consuming human souls to feed their machine.
Raw, unapologetic truth-telling about economic parasitism, delivered with controlled fury and moral clarity. The kind of conscious rap that makes you stop scrolling and actually listen.

Time Thief[Explicit]

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Vocals by Tumaggz & WHITEYE$

Woods Lit, And Blade Flips ft. WHITEYE$ (Prod. GHOSTFVCE)

LYRICS:

I got that rope around my fucking neck
You wanna talk that shit
I’ll step off of the chair and leave this plain
No bluffing no more I got a problem
And it is the world that we created 
All of these bustas spewing lies 
And making life almost unbearable
All this agony I’m feeling
It makes me wanna cock the colt
And put it in yo mouth
Flip the safety off and ask yo god
If he want it to go south
You bitches always mocking me 
And saying I won’t be shit
But Look where I am standing
Motherfucker kick you to the abyss

Look into my eyes 
and see the hatred in my veins
You will not understand the pain I feel 
Day to day but understand a different way
No judgment brought to others 
I’m the executioner 
I bring the living to the afterlife
One bullet at a time
Don’t remind me
I’m fine g
I’m vibing to the new wave mane
With the fuckin AK getting sprayed
In the day light
Bitch you wanna come fight 
Gripping on my sharp knife
Imma leave you shaking in a grave
I do not play

Fuck off that bullshit
I’m coming to leave you 
down deep in a grave
Running with the squad of rotten
Motherfuckers
With a blade I’mma fuckin pick off yo name
I don’t wanna be here any more than you do
But bitch I gotta do it cause the butcher
Making produce 
And all these lames they running lip
But never staging a fight
And then They run they mouth all fuckin day 
But up in person they cry 
I grip the blade and slice their throat
And watch their eyes as they fade
Into darkness 
and soul drifts away from they life
Hoe

BROKEN AND DEAD

Abyss

Abyss [prod. Undead Ronin]

MONOCHROME

DRENCHED IN BLOOD (prod. yzuva)

MARIONETTE (prod. RiCh LoSeR)

Mix may be changed. Extra production done by yours truly.

[Lyrics]
Peepin in ya house house call me tripper zach the ripper 
I'm taking psilopsybe & then I'm cuttin up yo bitches
So high in the sky I'm flying like I'm with the wtiches
Making them all chuckle while the emo boys are stuck as the weakling kitten
I'a god call my zeus gonan leave ya smite smitten
Yield evil when I'm dead rollin now I'm bite lippin
Lettin it bleed, now ill trample you with my  undread steed
I'm like death, 4th horseman and I am filled with teh greed
Got the thorns in my mouth from all the roses I do eat 
Got the lore from the stables where the horses do not sleep 
They're spittin spider webs, they're so grim you are telling me?
Cant scent their freedom they are stuck like dolls without the final breath
Need to temper down the stichin there is rage that's stuck in my eyeys 
Burnging so fiery cant see the pictures in em past all of the bright feathery flymes 
Makeup on the fuckin nix she hot I cant compline _. 
 Rakeup the pieces n bits know that it's a fuckin murder scene
Draw lines around the body, I'm passing in a buggati
Sippin iced tea and bicardi you're so lotty  throw a party
When dead - Ahh, I'll bury you hind the sehd, cut up your arms and your legs
I am like dexter but I am the dreg
I am the expert in torture I'll make your bitch beg
Crackin the bones - machiniery tones, playing a game with yo head
rapper of century I'm whippin for murder instead.... 
Call me the dead
Call up the feds
I'm armed to the teeth
With the iron and lead 
Yo Bitch giving me bed

PSILOCYBE (prod. zyller46)

feat. https://soundcloud.com/scriptzrap

prod. https://soundcloud.com/tokkizbeats + https://soundcloud.com/ripvxnn

mixed by me, ttyl, and RIPVANN

Lyrics

verse 1: youngmindtrip
one track minded
I stay blinded 
my goons mobbin, yeah we boutta start a riot
250, 495, DCR the set we ain’t goin out quiet
mindtrip toxic
mindtrip neurotic 
he’ll end up in a grave when he run outta options
yeah I’m nothing but a corpse laying in the ground rotting
I ain’t worth shit, got a body fulla toxins 
hit em with the choppa make em do the fuckin dougie
yeah he talkin all that shit, but pussy boy you cannot touch me
hit my man noeblee, got some money to make
yo-youngmindtrip stay equipped with the blade
two glocks on my side 
know the gang gon ride
when the glizzy pop pop know the pigs gon die
two glocks on my side 
know the gang gon ride
when the glizzy pop pop know the pigs gon die

verse 2: scriptz

stream

RIOT! FT. SCRIPTZ [PROD. TTYL + RIPVANN]

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R$THLESS prod. grvce

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