safe&sound.wav [lampp + lewielee]

WDFU [Woenen + Charkk]

ęlysium with lampp

official business

Bitch I'm with my german niggas cooking up like methamphetamine yeah
Fell down to my knees, when I heard my bro deceased
Yeah but I'm bout cheese, Yeah I'm bout my paper
Hmm might get a taper, Trench coat look like blazer

Yea I'm in blue, but I don't carry a taser
Nah I don't lose, Yeah I'm tired of counting favors
One nigga touch my brotha I'm letting em have it
Yuh one nigga touch my sister Im wreaking havoc

Yuh one nigga touch my fam they finna visit the graveyard
They think I'm a dick or sum they always say I'm hard
Bitch I'm finna flex sum yuh
Welcome to the scriptorium yah(Welcome to the scriptorium yah)

Bitch I roll my eyes
Bitch I roll my eyes
Bitch I roll my eyes yea
Bitch I roll my eyes

Uh, woa, yah, yah, no, no, no, no
Panthęon

Bitch I'm with my german niggas cooking up like methamphetamine yeah
Fell down to my knees, when I heard my bro deceased
Yeah but I'm bout cheese, Yeah I'm bout my paper
Hmm might get a taper, Trench coat look like blazer

Yea I'm in blue, but I don't carry a taser
Nah I don't lose, Yeah I'm tired of counting favors
One nigga touch my brotha I'm letting em have it
Yuh one nigga touch my sister Im wreaking havoc

chaos anrichten

"As I was going up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he would go away"

I, I, I
I, I, I repent

My sins haunt me
My sins haunt me

Atone, Atone, Atone
Atone, Atone, Atone

panthęon with lampp

Susofilthy- WhatTheyNevaSay (prod. drew religion + thr6x + spill) (88)

Maybe In Another Moment In Another Time

spokenscriptures - one of a kind [1900jrd + riothill] ^xxxpressions xxxclusive^

Tezzarain - Sunny B (N9ck/Kagyu)

Never—no, never—could they have imagined it.
That an encounter with an extraterrestrial civilization might come to pass. Yes, the probability existed. But it seemed so infinitesimal, so distant, that it belonged more to dream than to calculation. Humanity lifted its gaze to the stars, convinced that if such a day ever arrived, it would be written in the heavens.

And yet…

The worst nightmare took shape.
Yes, a civilization existed—alien, monstrous, and all too real.
The encounter came, but not where we expected.

No… not in the firmament.
Not in the frozen infinity of space.

But beneath our feet.
Beneath the Earth’s crust.

It was there we found them.
A swarming immensity, ancient and foul. The air reeked of damp stone and rotting flesh; the ground quivered beneath the innumerable stirrings of their bodies. In the dark resounded the chittering of their limbs, the wet rasp of their breath, the obscene scraping of flesh against stone. Even the most battle-hardened souls felt their minds split, for to gaze upon those shapes—nameless, writhing, obscene—was to stand at the very threshold of madness.

And this discovery… tolled the death knell of mankind.

For we then understood that we had never been the masters of this world.
That our empires, our religions, our sciences were but fragile ornaments resting upon a treacherous surface.
Since ages older than ocean and mountain, beneath the weight of stone and fire, the true sovereigns had slumbered. Their memory already haunted our myths: Hades, Tartarus, the underworld—forebodings repressed, disguised as legend.

We were but a fleeting dream, an illusion of autonomy.
And already, in the bowels of the earth, something stirs.
The true masters awaken.
Their hour is not to come—
it has come.


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Jamais, non jamais, ils n’auraient pu l’imaginer. Qu’une rencontre avec une civilisation extraterrestre puisse advenir — certes, la probabilité existait. Mais elle paraissait si infime, si lointaine, qu’elle relevait davantage du songe que du calcul. L’humanité levait les yeux vers les étoiles, persuadée que si ce jour devait survenir, il serait écrit dans le ciel. Et pourtant… Le pire cauchemar prit corps. Oui, une civilisation existait — étrangère, monstrueuse, et bien réelle. La rencontre eut lieu, mais pas là où nous l’attendions. Non… pas dans le firmament. Pas dans l’infinité glaciale de l’espace. Mais sous nos pieds. Sous la croûte terrestre. C’est là que nous les découvrîmes. Une immensité grouillante, ancienne et fétide. L’air empestait la pierre moite et la chair en décomposition ; le sol vibrait sous le fourmillement innombrable de leurs corps. Dans l’obscurité résonnaient le cliquetis de leurs membres, le râle visqueux de leur respiration, le frottement immonde de chairs contre la roche. Même les âmes les plus aguerries sentirent leur esprit se fendre, car contempler ces formes — innommables, grouillantes, obscènes — revenait à marcher au seuil même de la folie. Et cette découverte… sonnait le glas de l’humanité. Car nous comprîmes alors que nous n’avions jamais été les maîtres de ce monde. Que nos empires, nos religions, nos sciences n’étaient que des ornements fragiles posés sur une surface trompeuse. Depuis des ères plus anciennes que l’océan et la montagne, sous le poids de la pierre et du feu, les véritables souverains sommeillaient. Leur souvenir rôdait déjà dans nos mythes : Hadès, le Tartare, les enfers — autant de pressentiments refoulés que nous avions déguisés en légendes. Nous n’étions qu’un rêve fugace, une illusion d’autonomie. Et déjà, dans les entrailles de la terre, quelque chose remue. Les véritables maîtres s’éveillent. Leur heure n’est pas à venir — elle est venue.

ęlysium with lampp

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