I've been to every god damn show you guys have ever done

death trap

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)

Cover art by PRODAINTLOYAL

Featuring: @mvkotsunami, @j_mattson & @tumaggz

Produced by @netuhbeats

BOW DOWN (feat. Mvko, JMattson & tuMaggz) [Prod. NetuH]

Another year has begun.
with: @tearssfromwho





PURGE SEASON W/ TEARSFROMWHO [PROD. TRULIFE]

LOOK INTO MY GRAVE (Prod. Nightrd)

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

Thousand Blades

@coaastgxd - You Won't Win
Produced by @apixxbeats
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Eddy Vocals at Lyrics Studio

lyrics
Cut with a bone saw, hack saw, who saw?
Say another word and I'ma have to do ya in,
A life of sin has chosen me to be the motherfucker putting crucifixes through ya,
Lucifer, the king medusa,
Buddha with a blue bazooka,
Super human demon looting
Lying, Scheming,
Looming over you in ruin,
Leaving you in pieces dying,
Mutant trying to be a tyrant,
Vibrant with the violence,
Silence or you find the sirens,

Whole crowd sing aloud,
Take a bow,
Better watch your fucking mouth,
I got no good reason keeping you around,
Disavow anyone who trying to use my name for clout,
Bout' to lose my patience now,
How about you get off my dick?
All these fucking snakes are waiting, praying that I slip,
If you looking for a chance well motherfucker this is it,

You're gonna pay the price,
Hopeless don't play nice,
So think twice before you end up on ice,

I woke up hoping I'd choke and get thrown into the ocean,
Feeling broken,
The moments like going through the motions,
Try to open my emotions but my soul is frozen,
Cold from all the loathing,
Holding on so on the surface I look calm,
Inside exploding like a bomb,
My mind corroding,
I can feel my faith escaping,
Floating out to space with every eighth I'm toking,
Thing I'm joking when I've spoken?
Know I'm hopeless, it's the slogan,
Saw the omen so I sold my soul to the devil himself,
Bout' to level up,
You pray to god, Brought the devil up,
Pedal to the metal never settle up,
Better than ever so no you never gonna measure up,
Hot as a kettle so boi you better check the temperature,
Girl I'm you peddler,
I'll bring you down to the darkest abyss,
Til your heart fills with sin and you cease to exist,
No love,
No hope,
No, you wont win,
No boat, No float,
Just ocean,
Lost inside an endless tide of broken souls floating,
Call me crazy,  Maybe I'm the one to save me after all,
I'm thinking shady,
Try to play me,
Drive me way up on the wall,
All these people I don't know are praying, hoping that I fall,

Cut away all of me,
Hollow me,
Death? I got the recipe,
Never give energy to an enemy,
Let em bleed,
Mentally buried like a lobotomy,
Getting terrified every time you get a thought of me

Spit with a viciousness,
Lyrically limitless,
Go toe to toe and end up where the fishes is,
Go blow for blow and get split like some fission, kid,
Teaching you physics by splitting your pigeon head,

I'm whipping up beats in the kitchenette,
No eats but got weed and a cigarette,
Light em both, and breathe the smoke
and cough and wheeze and choke until my swollen lungs implode
I'm whipping up beats in the kitchenette,
No eats but got weed and a cigarette,
Light em both, and breathe the smoke
and cough and wheeze and choke until my swollen lungs implode

B-Sides

You Won't Win

You Won't Win [Prod. APiXx]

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)

RAID

vibe check

((late edit)) i forced kaiser and james to work together and dear god i was astounded 

https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida
https://soundcloud.com/c3of
prod
https://soundcloud.com/prodkxiser
https://soundcloud.com/jamesgorczyca1
art
https://soundcloud.com/c3of

~na

Give a nickleback, im froto with another photo
inklings with a strap-on maybe I should get a Motto
from the depth of grotto, im a paladin so call me grover
we should celebrate when i check that im gettin sober
tik tok movement, fast it forward yet again
sybyr movement, cant decide if imma win

sickly side im  questioning a mirror breaking in my path for every and each fan i fucking interfere
when did people choose a feminine-o superstar to come and speak his truths? i swear ill meet up every fuckin spear
now i cant decide between a cardi or a blonde wit some big ass titties chillin like she mini gwynevere
from a southern hemisphere i trickle down ya body like some water on a chandelier just ask me like a volunteer

~depthstride

spinning bullets - wanted
your bitch on my whatsapp
she not in my contacts
kiss her in the sunset

now you gettin jelly huh?
she tickle my belly huh
bitches think im cute so please dont try to fucking @ me huh

have i gone too far? like no-oh
im just getting started like fosho
you dick is not wide enough its mono
my dick dont fit on a photo

imitating rappers like "yuh aye"
im not frontin just havin fun aye
my bitch so hot shes a gun aye
your hair is dyed like a punk mane
screaming and whisper in my cunt ay
big chains black clothes fuck ay

~papasl33p

Give it up give it up
Want it all like the cabinet
Sick of ya sick of ya
Everybody looking like a mannequin
Hydrodip your family and now a pair of multicolored statues staring at me

Pull up with the mercenaries we be feisty
Homie wanna hype me
Bite me
Bleeding on a white tee

Dip my feet in the black abyss
Dont need drip
Black cash be the weight on my hips

Fuck around with demolitions I dont really get it
Dynamite stick in my nose burning through the assets
Homie be a sadist
Cant seem to see the finer things we be fighting for the internet

Stuck on display in an atrium
Avian flu in my blood 
Take the breath out my lungs
And I cant set the pace
On fonem you a bitch in a rainy day
Waste the moment raining on your clout until you waste away

STINKBUG FT. DEPTH STRIDA & SAINT SLEEP (PROD. KAISER & JAMES GORCZYCA)

Tracked/Mixed/Mastered at @thornwallstudios
Beat produced by @mage_beats
OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO ---> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mwfdq72HpLI

Lyrics:

Richmaiden

Still sick of this but what's the difference anymore 
say do more shows but y'all don't pull up to no shows 
i'm bout to catch a train to dc in the morning 
then hitch a ride to west virginia, country roads
i never felt so fucking low so fucking low 
that's why i'm always sipping ezra getting loaded 
y'all said we need to make some shirts well i suppose 
turns out you broke and can't afford to buy new clothes 
turns out y'all must get off from showing fake love 
so maiden maiden he be sipping on some stuff 
summoned souls 
fucked up now i'm too far gone 
pull up in the ssr top down feeling like 2010 jimmie johnson 

Eidolon

Stay far from me you don’t want this
Leveled up bitch you get done quick 
chuggin the Genny like SNXP is 
I'm a savage your shit average 
I fucked around a bit 
You still irrelevant 
They want the heavy shit
MOSH PIT
Joaquin with the hammer 
I’m still getting better
You better believe you gonna
GET HIT

Said Fuck a Millie Rock
I Millie Bobby Brown 
I got that Psychic flow 
Straight Out the Upside down 
Ill rock a bloody nose 
And throw my own shows
I got the same 5 friends since I wrote “So It Goes”
Don’t show no love to me 
Dont want your fake shit
Can’t flex the coven bitch we know you way to basic 
You don’t know races 
So just embrace it 
You Ricky bobbies, Rich got Petty on a bracelet

FAKE LOVE (prod. Mage)MUSIC VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION

Phonk stuff yes
Beat and master by: @kirawthesavior

Lyrics:
He got one shot left
Drum drop
Got them funds on deck
Suck that dick until the cum drop yes
Bitch
Its
High role
Fly mode
Walking wit his eyes closed
He crying on his live
For being caught up in the spiral

Homie on that capping shit he talking he ain't knowing none
Watergate we tapping in and see him fucking smoking dust
Bitch I'm fucking back again you pussies steady slowing up
I'm breathing in the pathogen and feeling like I'm overdone

Toting guns
Homie show up
Just to get his fucking face cut
Gripping on the weapon
Solar powered call it ray gun
Homie count his hours overpowered better say sumn
Face up, face facts never been a great one

Fuck that, black jack, bet that you wont aim none
Bust that cap back, finna leave the slate done
Bitch ain't gotta weapon only letters on the key pad
Mr X'ng bitches when I pull up and delete that

Im Moving up
Had to be a moment where you screwed it up
Losing your momentum you ain't meant to be a number 1
Cluttered up, muddled thoughts I'm all up in the hall to dump
Falling up vertigo I feel like Its been long enough

Nice no ice
Little bet
Shoot dice
Move like vets
On the set
Too nice

Got em wet
No knife
Got a wreck no life
Oh god laying pipe
Oh god, oh nice

DESTINATION ZERO [PROD. KIRAW]

bitch up on a pole, smack that ass just like a tether ball
slaughta, speed dial need a plug you know who to call
if you need some work let me know i bet i got it all
came a long way from bummin cigs and scrapin at the mall
r.i.p. city, PDX, i got 2 clips wit me and im comin for your necks

blowin through these checks and i do it with a smile
seen your ass wheezin when you try and run the mile
sea of chalk around me leave they bodies in a pile
bitch ill do the race, never see my ass on trial
2 clips and i got em ridin with me,
copped a new whip, do about buck 50
popped an adderal, n it got me feelin dizzy
bitch you say you got a man, well then where the fuck is he

got my engines revvin, bitch it sound just like a hemi, semi automatic pop out if i know they tryna hit,
bitch i wish a pussy would like my name was Timmy turner, there aint nothin fairly odd if i hit you with this burner uh

wassup wassup, get buck get buck, its a, stickup stickup, my choppa hiccup hiccup
run that shit back up, no need to act tough
im bout the shit that you cannot back up
i let my nuts drag, usin your merch as a cum rag,fuckin with me catch a toe tag, watchin you try and its so sad.

run it back, flip it and double and double the sack,
plottin on you when i run in the back 
fuckin with me an you catchin a tag

aint no time for talkin lil bitch, yeah we past that
all yall smokin boof my b.o. smell like some gass pack
yall some pussys on the low you put that shit on wax,
you aint catch no k, bitch dont play im finna bust back.

Speed Dial

[Prod.ELE]
ig: bit.ly/38cKuIa
yt: bit.ly/2T9RKAr
-----
bitch dont make me angry
bitch dont make me angry
you will end deadly 
sadly you cant end me (3x)

isolated from everyone
shut the fuck up
or eat my fucking gun  
is here anyone 
who fuck with
you as a person?
nah i dont fucking think so
bitch you know 
we will grow

everyone here is
strange
fucking strange
you dont have any chance
no chance

my mood is changing quick
kickflip on your bitch
she really want my dick
i dont give a shit yuh
man all that shit is fucked up
blood and hate in my cup cup
cant wait to see how you give up up
you are at the bottom and im just next up up

Angry

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

All lyrics posted in descriptions.
All music free to download.
Contact/Send Beats: smmndsouls@gmail.com

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