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No, Beds Are Weird Ft. Sin7ven

"Go ahead, make my millennium."

Produced by Lord Gramm

Mixed/Mastered by Disjointed

(Lyrics)

Tumble out the door hovering a few feet up
Freeze up, Look down at the sand and I see blood
Oh god, where’s the wound, look for a tear or bruise
But can’t even find a hair that’s loose
 
Stare into the skyline, squint at the bright light
Don't trust the setting something's messing with my eyesight
Brown rock outcrops, jetting from the ground, odd
Twisting and turning till it meets at a round top
 
Look up at the sky, it’s such a deep blue
Til my head to the side and peep the green moon
Lost in it’s beauty I don't see my feet move
Underneath the sand shifts, exposing a tree root
 
It's wrapped in stripes black and white, that ain't right 
Strange, I pace around and rack my mind
And for the split second which I had my back turned
Out from the ground emerged the deadly sandworm

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Saturn

Oh man, now my knuckles hurt

Art by Melithescary: https://twitter.com/melithescary
Mixed/Mastered by Disjointed

Lyrics:

Swigging human sewage out a sippy cup
Pretty much the opposite of hot, but shit hit me up
I'm just trying to be as big as biggie was
I got the weight down, now all I need is listeners

Don't be dissing us, and if you’re slipping up 
Calling God for molten rock to finish ya 
Even though I hold my own with heavyweights
I could rap everyday, still won't have a penny made

Pentagram carved into my head and hand
Blasphemous, snack on ribs and leg of Lamb
Check it man, I ain't too hot to handle
I got more ice on my shoulder than the shopping channel

Run away ain't no time to double take
When I grab the mic, no, I don't fucking play
Spit so hard, my mouth need a muzzle break
Arms so far out my car that my knuckles scrape 

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Loathsome (Prod. Madlib)

Welcome to Voidtopia.

Lyrics: https://sin7ven.bandcamp.com/track/fading-act

Art colored by @melithescary
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Produced, mixed and mastered and drawn by @Sin7ven
https://twitter.com/Sin7ven
https://www.instagram.com/sin7ven/

Fading Act

bones and tendons on the grrround
@disjointedbeats

Giga Lord Ft. Disjointed

Hello. Remember me?

Mixed and mastered by @disjointedbeats

Produced by @melithescary
twitter.com/melithescary
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Cover art by @Sin7ven

Cobweb Coats (prod. melithescary)

Tailend of a tumultuous gaffe. 
One day, we'll look back on this and falsify laughs. 
mr. master, how blackface is a charcoal mask, 
on a scale of Jim Crowe to 
Jimmy Kimmel's skit about Karl Malone's ass?
Well I'm glad you didn't ask. 
Strict curfew that I chuck bricks through. 
This panther perfume give 'em trust issues.
Big size stink lines as the kids craft flowers outta colored tissue. 
Ignorance is strength, and ultra is too. 
Livin' off elbow grease and yellow Peeps. 
Hello, my fellow neets. Let's go weep. 
Melo-Desus sung by Mero Streep. 
Adjust your ears until my voice is barely audible. 
Calibration complete. 
Chairman of the bored with an E. 
Any MC eggin' squared ain't read deep. Sediment cheap. 
Walk on water below thirty-two degrees. Capitalist invasion.
Rip the flow at the risk o' tangling yourself in patent litigation. 
Channel my inner Naismith. Rules made to break 'em. 
Max in truth rate per datum. 
Dragged me to the asylum but I'm too sane so it's Salem. 
Used to rap about how good I rap. Now it's just demonstration. 
Junked a clunker dunkin' donuts by the dumpsters. 
Utter shitshow. 
Can't decide if I wanna rhyme that with Ditko, schizo, or Gitmo. 
Listen. Lesson in loosening that last lasso. 
Angst but no angst, fashhole. 
Pipeline backed until it discharge like bug zap. 
School bell bellin' brought the lunchbox bunch back. 
Drenched in wench stench. 
Treacherous. Lecherous. Animalistic. 
Bit straight through the metal 
in my medal from the oppression olympics. 
Far from the best but I’m blessed. Yes. 
You don’t know who spiked the punch with Dulcolax? Guess. 
Hands up, you're under duress. 
Hands down, I'm one of the greats. 
Lowercase m's like Q with the capital H. 
I need an incinerator, stat. 
What's the opposite of the Hippocratic oath? Because I took that. 
The man since the plans were models made from Erector sets, 
and won't stop till ultra passes the Bechdel test. 
The Legend of Zelig: A Link to the Present Tense. Yes. 
The only rapper that I'm happy is dead? X. 
On your mark, get set, stress. 
Nerdcore's best kept. 
Hush hush. Wink wink. Nudge nudge. Sudden infant death. 
Turning my back with my arms wrapped 
is the closest I’ve gotten to sexual contact. 
Involuntarily. Sell a bit o’ this spam to these Elliot stans. 
Mask it as a red pill. In reality, you got red hands. 
Jam. Anything that flies on anything that moves. 
You expect me to prove inexorable truths? 
/r/woooosh like competitive luge. 
That's a down air like Ken, 
and a splat like Ken from In Bruges.
Hoodie doubles as a flotation device. 
Rar o' drums that I stole straight from Splice keep me awake at night. 
Way too many splotches on my record to be offered tenure. 
All that and more, next time on mr. master's small adventure. 
Ugly.

quick freestyle [prod. by dr. zygote]

Forty foot tall diving board, 
goggles, inner tube, and floaties. 
One foot o’ water in a kiddie pool below me. 
Standing room only. 
Max capacity reached. They had to grab more seats, 
They told the people waiting outside to come back next week, 
all for little old me. 
No pictures or videos please. 
At this height, the ladder swings with the breeze. 
Planned for instant release, but hesitation increased. 
They look like fire ants from here. 
Vultures primed for a feast. 
I leap head first into a shallow sea. 
Splash, now it’s half empty. Face down. 
Turns out six inches is still deep enough to drown. 
I stand up. Not a sound. 
Tough crowd. 
You were supposed to laugh 
here, here, and here. 
I had it all planned out, and now you interfere. 
Tough talent to gauge crowds. 
I’ll hit some friends up to hang 
and get the same blank stares I got when I sang. 
That spotlight’s more bright when it shuts off. 
More white when it’s all black. 
The crowd is ten times tougher 
when they’re this close and talk back. 
No sweat when the house is packed, 
but the smaller the crowd, the harder I crack, 
all the way down to one. 
One man show for one woman. 
Tried to push through the silence and just couldn’t. 
Could hear a pin drop and it did drop and I heard it. 
Here’s two hours of awkward. Happy to be of service. 
You pour your heart out for these people and they politely step aside. 
I joined them, and we all sat together as it died. 
I honestly tried. 
But what really freaks me out 
is that there are people I just met who will hear this 
and know exactly what I’m talking about. 
Tough crowd. 


I still talk to you.
But like. Me you.
The you I made inside my head. 
Me and me you talk about you,
about how we wish you were with me, 
about how you must have a you me. 
The me you made inside your head. 
We wonder if you and you me still talk 
after me and you stopped talking. 
Because I still talk to you.
I still talk to me you. 
I still talk to me.

tough crowd / me you [prod. by mr. master]

Submission for Kenny Beats' Discord rap challenge.
Produced by the homie @DatWhackProducer, he absolutely killed it!
Art is a panel from Parasyte by Hitoshi Iwaaki
Mixed by @disjointedbeats

[Lyrics]
They say god will be back soon
Dark thoughts in a vacuum
The pay off: you got laid off
Hit the graveyard in a tracksuit

Relax dude, if you ask me
In the backseat of a taxi
You’re looking weird, all shook and scared
Your beard looking real patchy

It’s a bad day for the rest of us
In a mad world, so best of luck
When the cab whirls and it’s getting rough
And we’re dead inside from the devil’s love

It’s bad
And it's getting worse and the betting hurts in a big way
It’s bad
And the venom burns and the setting blurs, get a sick day

And the clock ticks on at mach 6
While you stock up on the chocolates
In synopsis:
It’s getting worse and it’s getting worse in a big way

Sin7ven - BAD (Kenny Beats Rap Challenge 1) Prod. fo1006

My entry for Kenny Beat's First Rap Challenge
@DatWhackProducer produced it, so I was really excited to jump on it

Mixed by @disjointedbeats

Art is a panel from Mushoku Tensei

[Lyrics]

Wind blow in the late dawn, blade drawn in a quick motion
Evade law, but fighting her then, quite deserved, they’re ripped open 
Grim ronin, big bounty, She makes the inn rowdy
Staring daggers, dare attack her, bounty hunters get killed soundly 

Maid shocked, in the chaos sneaks out the back door 
Blood stain like a Rorschach, She flees town on a black horse 
Knocked off the horse back, battered eye and a broken limb
Stand to fight, She’s draws her blade, kills samurai from the shogunate

Throwing hits, her last hope slash past with fast blows
Behind her the sound rang a loud bang and black smoke

Lord Gramm - Kenny Beats Rap Challenge 1 Entry

Expression from the ether. I draw, produce beats & rap.
For business inquiries: Sin7ven@gmail.com