EVERMAN (feat.Sir Kazi) prod. noeblee

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

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I rise from the nether mud
Two lines of blood on my letter mug
I spit the spells from the cemetery devil done
Wrapped up inside go purpose from the fallen brittle one 

Im a fucking massacre evil, got my fuckin pastor on demons
Summon seminal for the lesser shiva
God of death, right ov’ upheaval
I lift them up
Gotta unshut the doors to fucking humanland 
Were coming with the other cueball man it’s man-oh-man
4th wall director with an eight shot down

Down the rabbit hole
Snakes and Abbot throws
Rakes right at his throat
Like to grab what’s owed
I’m a mess but I take what I give out, wake and
Let’s eat dirt and have a go

I’ma plot the map
Stamp it out
Wait corruption to run out and have a go
I’m diabolical
Sentient flow on bald animal 
Bitch I'ma witch with-a winch whippin inch by inch by inch by inch
Volume tasted like 11 decibels if I admit
Over the limit
Torch is now lit

PASTOR ON DEMONS

Cat, ha
Cream is purring on my lap, ha
I'm feeling like I kinda had
Ice sippin’ on the droid, feelin’ coy
Fishin for the logic ‘hind the seldom-wilted trikey-toys

Back - on the motherfuckin track, with the tear-y eyed hoe who is waiting for my slack
All of the jesters, PH testers - acid in this fuckin lab - 
I'm like a mad scientist who's suckin’ tits while he holds his, cock 
Ca-ca-cock cock it back for the phantoms who want all my had 
Pile of the gold that's shootin right out of my ass 
Rocket jump up above them, I'm flying like I am pan 
Peter-defeat-her-I'm-seeker-I'll tweak-her, I’m fuckin the world Antarctica-land 

Cold as ice, cold as ice - I'm walking backwards throw the dice
Dye is cast, name that seal tie it down and break it thrice
Thirty three times and I miss the parot-bite
She repeats what I say and I know she wants it
I know it I'm not what they are like 

Like me, like me
I'm on a handed-spree, psyche
Scuttle the ship and then geronimo to the ring now get ready to fight me 
I'm on a task for her evil I'm lighting the ring an olympical nike ->
Just do it go through it and die you motherfucker bottle it up primadonna a hype beast 

Laughin’ on the motherfuckin
Laughin’ on the

Pile gold
I got midas hoes, I’m not right it shows, circa tight the rope
Wrap it around you neck and let ya hang ya-noose
I cant bet it up for the bison woes
Im metis, im waitin, im fated to take it back to the church, burn it down to the dirt ground
Summon the cattle and lead them like sheep to the hell-fire that they dunce learned to surround

OLYMPIAN

PROD VLCHEMI$T
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/zooviekazuyoshi/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Now I got a new whip drop top
Yo bitch got her pussy popped 
Licked me like a lollipop
On the grind I’ll never stop  
Selling drugs 
So come and shop 
gas pack back in stock 
Sipping heavy
Taking shots 
You adapted to this life
I was born without a heart 
Rolling up 
I smoke a lot 
Keeping out the darker thoughts 
I’m patient I sit an plot 
Love to watch his body rot 
Bullets spark and leave em shocked 
Lotta people think I’m odd 
Always thinking something’s off

(sample)

Always thinking something’s off
Imma tell you they ain’t wrong 
Got this bitch in her thong 
Now she’s taking off her top 
& she’s singing to my song 
While she’s grinding on my cock
Now she’s taking off my pants 
& I know she’s finna slob 
Sucking on that shit 
Til you mutha fucking you sob
& once I’m done fucking 
Imma take her credit card 
these bitches getting robbed 
& it’s never really hard 
They ain’t finna do shit 
Imma slap em if they are 
I was toting long sticks 
Til I got an AR 
That’s a Long range rifle 
Shoot you dead inside the car 
just shot his head from a far 
& I’m blowing up fast 
I guess I’m a shooting star 
keep a weapon for protection 
I don’t need a bodyguard
Hiding all the bodies 
So I never get a charge 
Imma fucking prophet 
one day I’ll become a god 
Playing with my gun 
like I live in Iran 
Pull up on the opps 
and they all fuckin run
Ex bitch tryna to hit me up
Watchu want ?
Imma real killer 
I even ain’t gotta flaunt 
semi auto switch 
Fully auto turn it on 
Put a hit out 
Get you gone

Body Rot

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! MUCH MORE MUSIC COMING! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT

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LEECH Prod.RULZ ON

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

Zambumbia This release is a small universe built from different singles — a collage of all my favorite moods in one place. Electropop, synthwave, trip-hop and dreampop melt together in songs about resistance, nightlife, heartbreak, support and desire. From the cinematic anthem that rises against the current, to the late-night Japanese club fantasy of a one-night romance, from an 80s-tinted breakup ballad where love quietly fades, to a Spanish trip-hop lullaby whispering “no estás solo”, and a sensual, weightless orbit between two bodies in the dark — every track shows a different face of the same heart. It’s not one genre, it’s a mood board: rainy city lights, glowing screens at 3 a.m., quiet courage, messy feelings and small miracles that only happen when the world finally goes silent. A collection for anyone who lives between languages, between styles, and between the fear of falling and the need to keep moving.

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