i said do you love, do you love
feeling safe i found you down there
do you love
watching wind flow, through your hair
do you love
i’m gonna find it out again

and where we go, it’s places i don’t know

i’m so tired of falling back
a reminder i’m so sad
would you mind if i went mad
i think time is all we had
what’s in my bag it’s heart attack
i reside in things where things did not mean a lot
shorten up the things i’m shorting it up with fiends a lot
i am excited
planting the seeds when i get it started
bitch i’m at the party but you just departed
i am excited
i will go down with you

and where we go, it’s places i don’t know

and i wanted it on me, wanted it on me
bitch you look like a zombie, look like a zombie
she addicted like amphetamines
girl just stand next to me
she addicted like amphetamines

places i don't know (prod. lyok9)

FEEL LIKE JASON! W/ XYRN [PROD V O i D]

art= @c3of
vocals= @ssjcxrpse x @stvrfire
beat= @stvrfire

work (feat. CXRPSE)

I got different color guts 🧬

featuring: @wtfm3k3l
prod by: @tracyzombie & @masonmanson

🧬SPOTIFY🧬

DIFFERENTCOLORGUTS! FT. ME'KEL (PROD. MASONMANSON X TRACYZOMBIE)

void

everyone the same (feat. cxrpse)

Runnin around with a saw in a mask
Open the trunk, get put in the back
Fuckin with me, I’mma go and attack
T k o now his vision turned black
I do not fuck with your music it’s whack
Fuckin with me, get put in the shack
Pussy boy you need to learn how to act 
Feel like a lumberjack I keep an axe


Dmt I die on repeat
See my blood spill when I’m dreaming
Cut him up he’s fuckin bleeding
With no legs theres no retreating
Nobody can hear you screaming
In the void there is no speaking
Watch you as your blood is leaking
Now big Pharma got me leaning


Run away
From the blade

Can’t escape
From the pain

No one’s safe
In this place

Get erased 
Blow the brains

Tear yo face
Mutilate

Lsa 
I’m in space

What u say
Mouth is taped

You can’t walk
With no legs


Runnin around with a saw in a mask
Open the trunk, get put in the back
Fuckin with me, I’mma go and attack
T k o now his vision turned black
I do not fuck with your music it’s whack
Fuckin with me, get put in the shack
Pussy boy you need to learn how to act
Feel like a lumberjack I keep an axe


I’ve been goin crazy think I’m bouta self destruct
Used to hate myself I didn’t trust myself enough
No one seems to work together up until it’s tough
All the shit you did it makes me wanna spill ur blood


All around me I can see the demons
Aye aye
Im just lookin for a fuckin reason
Aye aye
Bat, gonna break yo face in pieces 
Aye aye
Popped too many pills I’m barely breathin
Aye aye


Runnin around with a saw in a mask
Open the trunk, get put in the back
Fuckin with me, I’mma go and attack
T k o now his vision turned black
I do not fuck with your music it’s whack
Fuckin with me, get put in the shack
Pussy boy you need to learn how to act 
Feel like a lumberjack I keep an axe

Produced by guardian

mutilated

MUTILATED (PROD. GUARDIAN)

KILL URSELF W/ LIL ZOMBIE (PROD. MICHAEL LINK)

Lyrics 1/3 done

Hands up I said I just wanna bang
I said god don’t even like me tryna send me down to flame
All my friends still fucking hate me they don’t like who I became
Put his body in a bag said we don’t even know his name

And imma press that imma press shit that down
Now watch me dead that imma dead that shit now 
So lemme flex that imma flex that shit down 
I wanna die bitch I wanna die god damn now

lookin for action u Covered maggots I make it a passion I’m watching u decay
Bitch I know u ain’t packing tf you be jacking your brain in a cabinet your blood in the sink aye
I don’t fuck with these bitches I don’t even listen I got me a problem I’m popping a bean aye
And I’m going to hell and I make it my home I don’t want anything else blow my face sheets wait

Staying away bitch i know you a faker 
Give me yo life I said I am the taker 
Dick in her stomach I feel like a baker 
Stackin my money you know I’m a raker
Using my knife I be making your face hurt
Lighting em up i be letting the k burn
I’m raising the stakes to the heaven no gates when I cover my face you be meeting the maker fuck

I hate my life no one else can tell me I ain’t shit 
U scream on beats think u hard but u just a fake bitch 
If I get locked then like pussy not making statements 
I keep it on me keep talking I let the k
Hit

(Chorus)

BLOODY EYES (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE/TOMMY/DIKLORDEFENIL)

FACE RIPPA! [prod. walkamongkings x zer0xthrash]

Hear the drum of foresight. Hear the silence of regret.
We are the architects of action, the masters of the moment.
The clock is ticking. The past is a tomb.
The future? It belongs to the PRE-PLANNED.
Initiating sequence.

AFT-ER-THINKING! Always too late!
It's done, the damage is made, bloody trauma on the street!
FORE-THINKING! That's the move, the real deal!
Grab those brains, set that mind reset.
No more regret, no 'I should haves', are you ready?
We're turning the tables, your standard thinking is dead!

You're stood there gawking, hindsight is 20/20.
The mess is made, the chance is missed, the time is gone, plenty.
Why? 'Cause your default was set to 'action-reaction'.
Boom! Bang! And only then the insight, the reflection.
That's thick, that's slow, that's sand in the engine.
You're a human, not a beast, no simple automaton.
Standard thinking, that's the easy path.
But on that route, you'll end up in the mud, flat, facing the wrath.
You can think laterally, so switch that button, mate.
The theory is simple, hold on to it, don't hesitate.

AFT-ER-THINKING! Always too late!
It's done, the damage is made, bloody trauma on the street!
FORE-THINKING! That's the move, the real deal!
Grab those brains, set that mind reset.
No more regret, no 'I should haves', are you ready?
We're turning the tables, your standard thinking is dead!

We're not the cleanup crew, we're the design team.
Sketching the outcome, before the first steam.
You see an obstacle, we see a hundred ways around it.
You see the problem, we already mapped the best route, and found it.
It's about simulating the crash before the wheels even roll.
Predicting the dominoes, taking back control.
Every move calculated, every word weighed,
Before a single mistake is eternally laid.
This ain't magic, it's just pure, cold logic in the skull,
Making you sharp while the masses are dull.

Clutch your grey matter, shake that mass right up.
Look sideways, from an angle that's not popular.
What if you do this? What if you leave that?
What's the win, what's the loss, the back-up plan ready on the mat?
You've got the hardware, use the software optimally, quick!
From different corners to the same thing, that's the vision, the trick.
No running blindly, but with foresight, with precision.
Get the best out of that situation, the max score.
Not fixing it, but preventing it, that's what I'm standing for, bro.
Train that mind, from post-mortem to pre-planning.

AFT-ER-THINKING! Always too late!
It's done, the damage is made, bloody trauma on the street!
FORE-THINKING! That's the move, the real deal!
Grab those brains, set that mind reset.
No more regret, no 'I should haves', are you ready?
We're turning the tables, your standard thinking is dead!

The difference between a legend and a fool? The pause.
That micro-second where the mind analyses the cause.
The quick draw is weak, the reaction is cheap,
True power is deliberate, secrets we keep.
Don't let emotion be the pilot of your jet.
Take a breath, compute the threats, no time for fret.
This ain't delay, this is loading the correct ammo,
Before you step into the fray, like a true commando.
They call you slow, but you're just calibrating the hit.
While they fire blanks, you're the one who never quits.
(Verse 5)
The game is simple: Plan it, see it, execute.
There's no room for guessing, no need for the loot
Of excuses, or the budget for a fix-up.
You get one shot, so don't be the one who slips up.
Omni-directional vision, that's the only way to move.
Every decision is a weapon, something you must prove.
No time for that soft 'I'll figure it out later' vibe.
You know the outcome, you've already seen the tide.
So step up, head held high, and watch the masses crash.
Your mind's the engine, powered by the Fore-Thinking flash.

CHORUS

The hindsight era is over.
The moment of pre-eminence is now

Backward Thinking by ARGYTACT 2025

Backward Thinking (original)

SHEEP KING FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. N!CKN!TE)

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work (feat. CXRPSE)

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