written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by nightrdd & skinnydrag 
cover art by fxckjamie 

(Lyrics)

I cracked open the door to hell
I thought I would just take a peak 
But I released some demons and I turned into another freak
Im drowning in my guilt now any day im gonna have to sink 
Right down into the bottom tear apart my only way to speak
I’ve been losing sleep like every night now it’s a curse Im feeling helpless in my skin and I know soon I will reverse myself into a place I can’t imagine but I know it’s worse so I’ll just bite another bullet and just write a fucking verse 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
I’ll spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Always Staying apprehensive cuz I’m only seeing bad signs
All my thoughts are blurry, feel like I’m out of my damn mind
Think I’ll take my life but imma wait until it feels right
Shrouded by the dark still want to live to see the daylight 
I know I said it once but I’mma say it again I ain’t fucking around no I ain’t playing pretend
I bury all of my thoughts deep in the ground
I just wanna forget everything I found 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
Spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Another night that im high and loosing my sight
Act fine, out of line, trying to make it all right
Another light so bright that I failed to ignite 
But I ain’t bitchin despite 
Im always loosing the fight (x2)

MULHOLLAND DRIVE [PROD. NIGHTRDD & SKINNYDRAG]

Prod. TuMaggz

https://soundcloud.com/threeordie
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TuMaggz x Three Or Die - RIPPER

MOBBS RADICAL x NOTIONS - TETSU'S RISE(PROD. ESTHETIC GLOOM)

RESURGENCE

what the fuck is this, litmas in my temple
wet a sharp bone
and stab you in your head throne
measure me -- my acid aint a deaf-tone
Im rising geotmetric now im breakin through the threshold
wait - did you hear me are you deaf hoe?
my silence is a weapon times it steps in with the get-go 
step back - got the chete for yo let go
you bleedin im behind you in a city that you cant found

huh - call me motherfuckin scriptz
I spell my name with the symbols deconstruct em with my lips
dangerous Language is my bitch - ticky ticky time clock the truth will start to shift
when you listen to my shit 
I'm like a nephadil - wraith white but Im straight light between the darkness hide behind yo lids evade night 
Other-realm is over you and you wait I - god is upper echelon you see it like it aint right

SHANGRI-LA (PROD. SPHYNX)

see the pictures on the wall
like im watching heiroglyphics
scripturez listen prophecies so i know the whole difference
between a fuckboi and a bitch, a side thing and a mistress
gonna plead the 5th, when they catch me doing business 
huh
i bat it up and make em fall,
finger guns at bitches, feinting snitches with my aura,
weighted jaw fuckin locked in from the laurels
they're spreading wreaths on my corpse even though it walks 

ima, ima cannibal but im eating ghosts 
wraith being from the otherside of what you see as host
im winking at them most, through the third eye of this float
that im controlling like a boat, make him mine this aint a hoax, bitch

WAKE-FIELD (PROD. SPHYNX)

im the power you sought
look into scripztures and learn what i taught
im lookin to flex on this world i theory a lot
making a lot of good thoughts
i'm making the beautiful bop
cursed to the core, never out of mana, slut
vigorous, slitherous, im like gandolf on the slytherin, fuckin witchcraft yeah im livin in

dragged drugged up bodies on my past
----im a little bit of manic on depress
gonna never fault i do it to impress 
you can never know if its prison or a test
did you want to come and educaaaa
i got you cravin that fentanylll
drippin the blood from those medi-cuts
its fuckin severance of hatter cost
i hadn't done before but these drugs have got me standin
on a vantage point where i can view around the drags man 

im the madman, prince of darkness call me anti-sandman
manic awake can i eat that fake who wants to take my plan plan
i fuckin hate, these pre-madonna fad men, 
i got that fat-man, nuke for em you can see that im a sad man
a rad man, had it man - sex and pistols, keep em bound up im a glad man
these worshipers are so damn brittle, i break them and then can add them 
making them line up im making mandala of creme of the crop
you are my fans - so lets fill those boots and then take our guns and throat blades up  to the top 

im the power you sought
look into scripztures and learn what i taught
im lookin to flex on this world i theory a lot
making a lot of good thoughts
i'm making the beautiful bop
cursed to the core, never out of mana, slut
vigorous, slitherous, im like gandolf on the slytherin, fuckin witchcraft yeah im livin in

RUPTURE-FLOW (PROD. SPHYNX)

Im like Malak

Im filled with malice

Burn yo city im so callous

I tear it down like Taris 

Shed a tear you dont mean shit to us

Ima care-less yeah ima care

Waking and baking it's matter of fact that I smoke till there's no air

I'm a dapped up heir, like Ani I cut down those pears 

Chillin down with my cool bitch I choke hold her until there's no motherfuckin honor air

I got a cape up there, yeah, a private island in my future

wearin a cape we share,  my fans will support my shoots sir yeah I give it all back them 

Why are we here?

Cuz this is a battle and this is your scriptzture

Spiritual warfare,  watching you from inside of the light fixtures

Shadows, reflections in pictures

its like hieroglyphics, I said it again and you missed it 

Im like a fucking rapper that you just cant mess into the shit with

MALICE (PROD. SPHYNX)

WHAT'S MISSING (Prod. EYKEY X ROOSEVELT)

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çok kez aradım, ömrümün 10 yılı kayıp
bi şekil kaçtılar, parmak uçlarımdan kayıp
tutturamadım bir kez olsun bu hizayı
sesim titrek, gözüm ıslak, bakışlarım bayık

olacağımı sanmıştım sonsuza dek aydın
sonra noldu bilmiyorum bi anda arttı kaygım
yok oldu sabrım, buna paralel saygım
fısır fısır fareler arkamda, hepsini saydım

ah, hepsini saydım
ah, fareler
fareler

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AYRI

ayrı

History ain’t made by statues in stone, 
It’s carved by hands that broke the throne. 
Not kings, not lords, not polished pride, 
But the ones who walked when told to hide. 

They said, “Hold fast. Obey the plan.” 
But walls don’t move for the quiet man. 
It takes cracked minds and open flame 
To melt the mold and rename the game. 

If no one reached, we’d never fly, 
Still staring dumb at a low-lit sky. 
No wheel, no pen, no fire-lit cave— 
Just passive bones and an unmarked grave. 

If no one stood, there’d be no bridge, 
Just cliffs of fear and silence lived. 
But someone screamed, “Let’s try the dark!” 
That’s how the world got its spark. 

Comfort kills and wears a smile, 
Sweet in tone, but bleak in style. 
It wraps you soft, but slows your breath, 
'Til passion rusts and dreams meet death. 

It tells you wait, it tells you rest, 
It lures you off the mountain’s crest. 
But Earth don’t pause, and time don’t freeze— 
Why should we bend for minor ease? 

Look at the roots that crack through stone, 
The stars that birth in death alone. 
The wind that bends but never breaks, 
The sea that pounds and re-remakes. 

Cells divide without permission, 
Life’s arc never asks submission. 
And yet mankind, brilliant and vast, 
Builds its own cage and calls it “past.” 

What if the ape had stayed in the trees? 
What if fire died from a lack of “please”? 
What if wheels were feared as witchcraft lies, 
And flight dismissed as foolish tries? 

Would we be here, wrapped in code, 
Speaking light in the data load? 
No. We’d still be crouched in fear, 
Worshipping thunder, year to year. 

So here’s the rub: Has man just quit? 
Accepted chains and called them wit? 
Resigned to grind, to kneel, to spend— 
Afraid to break what might not bend? 

If apathy was our ancestral cry, 
We’d never have dared to touch the sky. 
The silence now is not decay— 
It’s choice deferred. It’s fear in play. 

No chorus here, just quiet breath, 
The place where apathy mimics death. 
You, dear soul, are still in bloom. 
So will you rise—or make more room? 

Will you feed the loop, or break the code? 
Will you lay bricks or crack the road? 
Because history don’t need perfect men— 
Just brave ones, who say “when?”

The Silent Choice

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WAKE-FIELD (PROD. SPHYNX)

SCRIPTZ