death trap

how alive are you really if you aint prepared to die?
mixed and mastered @ThornwallStudios
featuring:
https://soundcloud.com/jonlemonsucks
https://soundcloud.com/slimedagarbagemane
cover art: 
https://soundcloud.com/c3of

Due Time

Spotify

SNXP - DUE TIME feat. SLIME DA GARBAGE MANE & JON LEMON (Prod. by NEIGHBORHOOD ARION)

逃れる(ESCAPE) Prod. Penacho

Prod. Mixed Shot/Edited by Jon Sambrick at Thornwall

MUSIC VIDEO LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpE6TWPO97k

Eidolon Social Media Links: 
IG - https://www.instagram.com/eido.lon/?utm_source=ig_embed&hl=en
Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/artist/2af0UICiibSvK5HeYk5vLX?si=Vf7V9wrEQSS4MX2zS7YrAw 
SC - https://soundcloud.com/summonedsouls
Twitter - https://twitter.com/_eidolon

SNXP Social Media Links:
IG - https://www.instagram.com/snxp___/
Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/artist/1TuEq6lBCrVlTt984VeKt9?si=03F9gc-zTriW8LYeGTGDlA
SC - https://soundcloud.com/g-snap-1
Twitter - https://twitter.com/snxp___?lang=en

Thornwall Studios:
 https://www.thornwallstudios.com/page-a

Lyrics:

Eidolon:

Trapped in a bottomless pit
Surrounded by nothing so I can just wonder if I can exist
If this plane is crowded already with roots from the earth I resist
The pull to be one with the energy
I see the folds and creases
The rip in the wake is inevitable
So sleep, while the river runs over you hopeless
There's no dreams, with blanketed death as your poison
Point me, towards something to finally comfort
A blank sheet, because I can't tread water much longer
Down now watch me sink
A beacon burns bright from the sea
A Black cloud over the waves granting the ultimate key
Sound drowns out at the floor
Finally I can be free
The old crown lays at the door
One branch of the eternal tree
So break me from the mold
I just wanna go home
Can face this all on my own
The burden I bare on my bones
Shade me from the sky
My blemishes I wanna hide
Ephemeral high that I ride
Would die just to feel alive

Eidolon - Bounty ft. SNXP (Prod. Thornwall)

FEED THE SERPENT (Prod. EYKEY)

prod. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCB3t3eknS5yuY78u7kFLgZA

JET LI (PROD. ZLOV)

PRODUCED BY BHASPER
ENGINEERED BY JORDAN JAY


LYRICS:

Not a single drop of give a fuck
Growing up 
Never felt good enough 
It’s okay to admit 
that you’re in the mud
Cause when you get out 
Shit is Better than good 
you may have taken L’s 
But so does everyone 
Like Mayweather in 96
Laborious with the raps that I spit
This industry.
Aint doing me favors
Off another bender 
Your God loves me so much 
that he’ll burn me forever 
If I’m goin to hell 
It’s whatever 
I’ll be on my jet ski
in the lake of fire 
For this life 
Im my own umpire 
I got candor 
Mental health will matter 
Until they can’t understand you 
No matter what you say 
Or do 
There’s always motherfuckas who 
won’t like you

Knock on wood
I live to see the rest of today
Predicated upon the decisions that I make
Cause I know some people
Woke up today
Just to blow out their brains
I’m Stayin Stoned like a gargoyle 
Feelin abandoned like Chernobyl 
Feeling like Dracula 
Sippin this liquor
Like it’s vital 
Have dealt with so much bullshit 
since a child
People 
Are Easily hoodwinked - Beguiled 
cause they lack the rationale 
Ive Been so fatigued lately
Watching people
leave this world
Like a Tumbleweed 
got a war going on inside of me
Feeling like Epicurus 
In the way that I think 
Media is Poisoning 
Peoples minds like
Ancient Greeks
Might as well feed them 
the hemlock 
wanna rip out some tongues 

All you do is just talk talk a lot 
Please Just Shut the fuck up 

The bar is set so fuckin low
With these dumb fucks 
Going through these days 
I Usually need a pick me up
Tryna reach my goals 
on the ice 
Making moves 
Like a hockey puck
If you could read my mind 
You would feel so stuck 
This mental illness is relentless
My brain is a 
self destructive apparatus 
Dissectin my thought process 
Trying to alter 
This negative mindset 
But it’s difficult 
Cause I Got a skewed conscience 
Turning to substances for solace 
So I’m analyzing my thoughts 
Like an escapade
through The Catacombs 
I’m not trynin 
 sit in the negativity 
Like a hive in a honeycomb  
I hate when people act like they know 
Bitch you don’t know 

This PTSD sometimes 
makin me feel so alone 
Like the the Sea of Galilee parable 
Im Preaching what I know 
Just because some people have it worse 
doesn’t make your struggles 
any less credible 
Any less terrible 
Sometimes life can be 
so unbearable 
Incomprehensible 
If anything has come from my life
experience 
I’m able to connect with people 
on a level if I didn’t 

I’m 
Trying not tense up like Rigor Mortis
Making efforts to Stay ardent 
But it’s hard 
When my mental illness is Chronic
constant 
Issues augmented
Recollection Fragmented
Here to delegate 
This message is Esoteric 
Not everyone will get it
doing everything I can 
To avoid those Silver bracelets
And deciding to prematurely end it

KNOCK ON WOOD (PROD. BHASPER)

Lyrics:



Two strings dangle from under a ruffled hood 

Brown eyed, black and blue, a plank a wood 

Four wheels, spin, one stops before it should 

One head says kick flip, shit, I wish I could 

  

And oh shit get low, the old mans coming hope he ain’t got that pit bull 

A fistful, of a shells, golf cart, but felt more like a missile

A rip in, my jeans, nude magazines, the trucks we’d dig through 

We sprint through the trees, dive into dreams of being grizzled 

  

  

You’ve seen the work see the chisel 

Sometimes the man behind the glass ain’t Pac he’s malcom in the middle 

But I rebuke the acquittal 

Because I’m guilty of the same shenanigans

and the quibbles 

  

grass is greener, except for that rough patch 

The tuft from some old stuff, the neighbor dumps by his damn trash 

His ragamuffin slunks and groans and bends by its sand trap 

It sprays next to the bucket of the gunk and my damn grass 

  

We rode fast, back to the cul de sac 

Running off soup, bug juice, and 

a snack pack 

Dads mad, cat pissed in the spot again, 

Better not ask if rigatonis bad to Ken 

  

Rendition of a Greek tragedy now plays before you, as boy in hoodie catches Ken in mood that would annoy you 

  

A quick sass and slap across the cheek and that was that 

And though you can pick your fighter you can’t always pick the map

The Grass (prod. Stvrfire)

Tracked/Mixed/Mastered at @thornwallstudios
Beat produced by @pdickson
Guest verse by @bexeyswan

LYRICS

VERSE 1: SNXP (@g-snap-1)

Catch me blowing potent from the front side of the ocean 
coasting by the waves I’m floating holding no sense of emotion
loading location in motion with a clique now i’m golden 
Got my bitch motor boating its my way its bragadocious 
I don’t give a damn i just build one up 
Just to burn down i couldn’t give a fuck 
I give up one if i stuck through the rough
In the mud i’ve been swimming in 
Ditch ritalin the kids been mixing em business missions 
Switching benjamin now my pockets missing 
It’s still fuck you you opposition 
I don’t want you but i want you to listen to me

I was ditching school i did it all for you i couldn’t get a clue all i want is you  
Now I’m choking up under the blue moon

In a few if this true imma see you soon it’ll all be cool when we the coupe and i’m next to you 
Now we smoking up under the blue moon

VERSE 2: RICHMAIDEN

pardon me
i feel like i’ve been losing track of the people in my life
carry the weight of my bruvvas with a long stride
dem 110's have been around the block twice
closed mind and I'm in a different time zone now
owe it all to these sick nightmares
I fear it's all about to come crashing down 
so get the motherfuck out the way
I reckon imma lose my sense of identity 
harness all of my energy
coven with the planet switchaz 
flat roofin out the misery 
not a disciple
see i’m maiden revvin the kz
and i got that blood on my knees 
what the hell do they want from me?
i’m hosting a curse
40 bottle burst when i threw it at the brick wall 
double malt stains
not opposed to keeping my composure but for lack of better words when it’s supposed to fucking rain it fucking rains all day
blender bottle full of that tanqueray
little bit of tonic make it taste ok 
but tonight I can tell that I'll be drinking it straight 
coven be clique, lurking in the uk
chilling in pigalle with them gosha sweatpants
compass on my arm like a fuckin hooligan
on them cobblestone streets in my wtaps vans
risen from the crypt just to fall inside again
rich

VERSE 3: EIDOLON

So lost out of focus yeah I been here before
Sip my sorrow out the bottle got it killin me slow
Hard to swallow to a hollow pit of whispers from ghosts
I clutch the throttle hit the gas and let the wind hit the door
Now I got

Dispositions in the rearview 
let the smoke hit the glass
destination no clue but
Know I gotta make it  fast 
cut ties with the fortress
feelin like an outcast
So threw with the bullshit
middle finger to the past

Cus you used me up 
you're through with us 
It's useless rubix 
cubed shit up 
I bruised my fists from poundin dust 
I blew my nuts I lost my trust 
Slept stupid blue moon coo'd me up
got 2 blue suede shoes just 2 more brews
trip stupid 2 left boots in mud

Now I'm chilling with a Chelsie grin strolling down green street 
Chugging London gin in a pea coat weed breeze 
Hooligan mean streak 
Coven make ya knees weak 
Gang of fuckin fiends 
Carve a C watch your cheeks bleed


VERSE 4: BEXEY

???

GENNY BLUNTS ft. BEXEY (prod. New England Boy)

REST IN PARADISE PROHIBEO 
You will be missed but your legend will live on forever.

Re-upload since his old soundcloud got deleted

Produced by Yung Graves

Prohibeo x Richmaiden SS - OVERWATCH [Redux] RIP <3

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/the-virus-uk

1st Artist: https://soundcloud.com/mikeysix666

2nd Artist: https://soundcloud.com/kruddtheguru

3rd Artist:  https://soundcloud.com/kkhancepts

Lyrics:

$ix:

I don’t give fuck 
Who the fuck you think you is boy
Coming with that shotty ready to body all these pigs boy
You ain’t even nothing but a bitch behind the mask with that attitude 
Put you in a cage like my bitch when she acting rude 
Heard you with the shits, tryna stunt upon the click 
You ain’t even stepping close 
Please just hop up off my dick  
All y’all really be cappin I’m laughing you clones a joke to me 
My click full of gorillas your homies the human centipede I make em bleed
Rest in piss mother fucker, try to diss undercover, shoot to miss you a sucker 
Plain and simple you a pussy that’s waiting to get fucked 
Won’t you step to my vicinity give you that nip tuck 
Wait what, I ain’t finished yet
Bitch just come correct 
I been aiming for the motherfucking head, not the neck 
Just another fucking rookie tryna dance with a vet 
Put respect upon my name, call me $ix don’t forget

KruddTheGuru:

fuck nigga
punk bitch nigga
yea im comin for your head nigga
make you kill yourself
I’ll poke your body while you dead nigga
ain’t nobody tell you I’m the motherfuckin grave digger
whip you like a Slave
beat you back to 12th grade nigga
you better change your direction
i got this tone on my hip that’ll make you change your complexion
another fatal blow
add another kill to my collection
you in LA wit connections
I’m in LA wit some weapons


you a chump nigga
what you want to do pussy boy
don’t be dumb nigga
sippin death juice
you can call it red rum nigga
girl call my phone like is you finish
i ain’t done wit him
ima Take him down
and everybody thats gon run wit him
you my son nigga
i should of raised you better
like you was the sun nigga
you can check the band width
and i ain’t talkin drums nigga
better stand tall in this bitch
because here i come nigga

Mula Kkhan:

And I bet he think he bulletproof 
AR-15 for the attitude 
I’m a nigga wit a attitude 
Gold on my neck they think I’m ice cube 
Big shells from the glock make crowd move 
Red dots on the skull they tryna car pool 
Red dots from the Poe I’m in bad mood 
I regin fire on a op they think I’m goku
Heavy shot , better drop, bet he flop
Bet he running wit his team 
Bet I kill the whole lot 
You know Kkhano had a dream , I get busy on a op 
Homcide for the cream and this tool ain’t a prop 
How can I live , how can I die, I been to hell
Tools on my side 
Wolves in a hive , swear I’ll never die 
Damn my soul , Kkhan has arrive

AbsoluteHorror - Ft. $ix | KruddTheGuru | Mula Kkhan

Thousand Blades

We’re back... 

Tracked/Mixed/Mastered by @thornwallstudios 
Produced by @thornwallstudios 

Lyrics 

VERSE 1: Eidolon 

Been a long time but bitch I need mine 
Too many pressures pushin my spine 
Sing a sad song but look you aint die 
Butcher this beat my meat be mankind 
Chewin on bullets sippin on rye 
Too much now my liver ain’t right 
Came back a wolf I kill and you cry
Summoned back bitch we permanent night 

Spun around quick like your crosses 
Two sick for the mother fucking office 
You sit on a bed of fear and caution 
We’re on a mountain of mother fucking coffins 
It’s awesome 

Since I was a kid I knew that we was something special 
Mix a little bit of depression with a bit of heavy metal 
Add a pinch of some hip-hop mix in some deadbeat dads and then 
divine intervention that would off your fucking head 

Still go ape shit 
You hate it 
The coven still the greatest 
from shows in the basement 
To making a statement 
 
VERSE 2: Richmaiden

two cuts how’d I miss my vein 
so close but I’m so far away
way down to the coast line 
don’t give a fuck about a co-sign 
anybody wanna know why maiden be afraid to close his eyes?
I don’t wanna see the ghosts in my dreams 
nah ion wanna see a ghost when I wake up in the middle of the night again 
screaming and gripping tight onto anything I can feel or fear anything that I might have been 
I will never be no one 
I, the lone abondoned son 
I got willett in my cup you sipping on jameson
wanna be able to feel like i can pull myself together somehow 
wanna be able to rest my soul when the sun goes down 

I still hear you in my conscience 
you’re so far away...

PACT (prod. Thornwall)

XFAST

DISTRESSED

The first track from my first solo project/collection "After Birth".
Tracked/Mixed/Mastered always @Thornwall
Produced by @Thornwall

Lyrics:

Presented with a question of what happens
To some the matters only worth laughing
Colder than alone in the alps shit
Hope you packed a coat and a jacket

Weathering storms ain’t the worry compared to the weight of just why you exist
None of that’s really important when you woke up at noon after downing a fifth

This is Afterbirth
What comes next not the calendar
To flounder, not float through the river
Swim against the current not chug it to your liver
Better brace yourself for some bruises and blisters
hear it doesn’t get better and it only goes quicker
Till your heart don’t work and ya head stays hurt
hardest daily competition is your bed sheets
Break bread just to put it on your damn feed
Slinging weight to make ya self feel manly
Buy a watch just to feel so fancy
While you watch ya time slide so damply
While your dreams collect dust in ya pantry
And yeah fear runs ya life at like moch speed
There’s the ship, and the sea, and the shanty
You a deer in the lights and ya can’t see

Now I got so much left to do but don’t know how to do it
Can’t tell the difference between my eulogy and the words I call my music
All my triumphs came with payment
And their worth is just these bruises
Will I taste ashes in my mouth
Or Are these efforts oh so fruitless

I need to know
which way to go
The sun above
my soul below
I put my life on bet
I’d snap my own damn neck
To feel any thing 
At all

Eidolon - After Birth (prod. Thornwall)

✞ C O V E N  ✞
@summonedsouls
@g-snap-1

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All music free to download.
Contact/Send Beats: smmndsouls@gmail.com

Eidolon - After Birth (prod. Thornwall)

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