and the color of the moon is wrong but beautiful

literally the best hip hop project of the year, so inspiring 

NO NIGHT NO MORNING
Slug Christ - This Shit Cant Be Real
off the upcoming mixtape 'GENOCIDE'
prod. by yung slug

noninomo genocide fuckin flow
Killin em killin em 
Killin em black mask death
Krillin em destructo disk to the neck
Gifted with options I pull out the sausage and bitches begin to beg
woah
Tell the basic ones sorry I'm gay
But keep the 8 plusses in fuckin rota 
Piss on a canvas and sell it for a k
Cop a zip from silk and use the rest for ye
Scream fo yo bitch as My sword hits yo neck 
just beheaded this fuck boy no sweat
Ultima weapon on deck
Unleash that omnislash on to yo set
Bet
Cut em
Fucked like a whore on the back of a yacht 
When This finger keeps poppin the brains out yo noggin
I swear that I'm sorry you left me no option
But there's always answers for problems

I swear to god there's gotta be another way (fuck 12)
I can't exist in this realm my vibes are losing grace (sippin while killin) 

Roll up the trees before slug loses peace
Transcending space looking for something free
eternity will Fulfill my needs
The cycle will cycle and death will then breed

I swear to god I'm dreaming this shit can't be real

to achieve a state of ascended enlightenment through extreme periods of isolation

I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL
this shit cant be real...
I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL
this shit cant be real...
I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL
this shit cant be real...
I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL
this shit cant be real...

This Shit Can't Be Real

Dylan Ross - Wonderland Ft. Black Smurf (prod. Jay Splash)(2014)

Dylan Ross - Wonderland Ft. Black Smurf (prod. Jay Splash)

point me towards the next dope line
point me towards some more rolled pine
which way to another pink pint
gimme gimme more im finna fuck the sky

gotta rock the size of golgotha
chop it up im crucified up on it
cop another one tomorrow
and die again, probly
yung gastropod been gravin bombs
inhale that nuclear now im on
sniffin work, off a key
yeah that shits the good im gonna cop a wuap for me
transmute the bitch into a sack
yung alchemist
transmutation circle turn the hoe into the purple
its the 567s immortal gods of heaven
believe in no night no morn its not a question
ascendin i ain stressin
while chuggin robotessin
float to the top lookin like any god
im denyin some bitch's shepard
for i am not a sheep, on the wolf creep
kill for the slug or put the slug in me that duel wield chz take yo ass to sleep

point me towards the next dope line
point me towards some more rolled pine
which way to another pink pint
gimme gimme more im finna fuck the sky

Golgotha Heroin Messiah

prod. yung slug

trappin crows
tie em up
keep em low
talkin boutcha fuckin sobbin
you can die slow
inhale the fumes
hold it til the blue note
misadvisin common sense
ima probly die slow
rot until that shit give way
them waves slow down and fade away
hall and oats my bitch and me
we dyin slow and comfortably

apparently these little fucks wanna know how christ go
well bitch if its beef then im sendin both heaven and hell to yo door all that i know
ima pin ya down
nail ya body to the ground
then ill slowly slowly slowly dissect ya fuck around
dyin like im workin in a fuckin cubicle
slug slow, chain smoke, like disease and old folks hoe

out the womb
couple breathes
we gon die a slow death
idle flame
on deck
we gon die a slow death

DRIPPING SHEETS WATCH THAT LIFE FLUID FUCKING LEAK 
A CRIMSON SEA WITH YOUR ASS NAILED TO A FUCKING TREE 
YOU'RE SOAKING UP HEAT WITH YOUR SKIN RIPPING AND PEELING THROUGH STEAM  
YOUR BREATH IS NOW SLOWING  YOUR VISIONS NOW FADING NOW FUCKING SPEAK 
ILL TELL YOU THESE LAST WORDS YOU'LL NEVER HEAR AGAIN 
BEFORE THAT HAPPENS YOU'RE FINNA SEE YOUR LIFE END 
YOUR HEART IS TURNING WHITE YOUR TEARS NO LONGER SHED 
THIS PROCESS TAKES MUCH LONGER THAN A BULLET TO THE FUCKING HEAD  
YOUR FINAL LAST BREATH AND YOUR WORDS THAT WILL NEVER BE FUCKING SAID 
MAKING THEM STANGS AND BE SLANGING THEM THANGS LIKE THEY WERE SOMETHANGS THAT BE FADING IN RED 
DUCKING AND DODGING THEM MORALS AND MANIFESTING YOURSELF JUST TO BE LOST AND MISLEAD 
RUNNING AND RUNNING YOUR ENTIRE LIFE GUARANTEE YOU'LL BE ENDING UP FUCKING DEAD

out the womb
couple breathes
we gon die a slow death
idle flame
on deck
we gon die a slow death

SLOW DEATH Feat. Oskar

(lyrics)

lightin tobacco wit the weed
wit the nature stoned i see green 
simple beauty all around me
fuck them holdin me down let me be
let me breath in smoke till i leave 
this accursed world imma seed
for the plant of change ain’t nobody see
what’s real see there ain’t shit to believe 
no rules when i’m gone in the future 
hope they let u do whatever suit ya
my pursuit of tellin the truth 
drones in line go out and move 
you could do anything that you want to 
hit my line i got vodka weed shrooms
imma reincarnate as a damn frog
i see clearer when i’m in the fog
nobody can choose what they want no more 
imma cut up tha grid 
it’s fake to the core 
i got my cali kush 
and a newport 
imma smoke 
nd make me a hit for sure
i love this music 
like it b my family 
we all just exist 
no vanity

simplicity in nature stoned (p. qrixtol)

let it die.wav

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07. TOKYO DEEP WEB x DEREK DEAN (PROD THOT HUNTER)

Johnny Bravo Based Freestyle

Live For Me

Live For Me Prod.Jaguar Claw

prod. slug

i couldnt break myself
now its all caught up
wrote ur number on my hand
but it all washed off
i swear you cold hardly breathe
when i found you there
said i wasnt enough
that i never cared

you watched me kill myself
i know that fucked up things
but what else can i do
now i no longer dream
you threw up all those pills
sat outside some old church
baby i know it kills
but it hurts me worse

not talkin dont really feel like talkin
cause theres nothin inside of me worth sharin really anymore
i got a problem i think i got a problem
my heads broken and theres no way that i can twist it back on

i wrote ur number on my hand but... it all washed off
it all washed off washed off washed off

you watched me kill myself
i know that fucked up things
but what else can i do
now i no longer dream
you threw up all those pills
sat outside some old church
baby i know it kills
but it hurts me worse

All Washed Off

Dammit I ran outta dope once again
I'm tired explaining this shit to my friends
I cannot relate another person and
It's all my fault
There's something so terribly wrong within me
I ain't left the house in a couple of weeks
I feel the path to Nirvana closing and I've lost myself
And the color of the moon is wrong but beautiful 
It speaketh unto me and speaketh unto you
And Im a hundred million miles away and I do'nt have anything left to say
Passing away from the work
It's funny I'm at a loss for words
This eulogy's nothing but hurt
We were born from the earth and then buried in dirt
And I've been so afraid I tried floating away but the wind took me back to the very first place
Where all this began and now here I am
This Eulogy comes to an end

Eulogy

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Eulogy

Slug † Christ

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