I will not go further.

I'm not sure how I even get here. Rift travel is usually by necessity so precise that one can be certain of where they'll end up in the destination universe down to the meter. Here I am though, in this terrible place after some errant interdimensional turn.

I know not if it's its own universe or dimension, or perhaps that void between existences, but it is a cursed zone. Its depths are without limit, its roiling, spinning walls of agitated rust and smoke providing no clue as to its extent.

No sense is given relief. From all directions comes an unending scream. No thing known or unknown could produce such a cacophony; it springs from that which is beyond reality, twisting every part of me into a gnarled knot.

And in the center, the void. The throat that emits that evil sound. A dark chasm of unspeakable, unknowing horror. Whatever calls this place home must surely be the antithesis of all that exists. To linger even for a moment would be to tear away at my very self, to lose what is inherent to me both tangibly and intangibly.

But yet, it's so hard to turn back. I know that no good can come from diving into this abyss, that the unknown is surely every bit as dangerous as the chills that run down my spine tell me it is, but the pull is fierce. I can barely tear my eyes off of it even for a moment. I'm on the precipice and my entire self is screaming at me to just leave, screaming at me as loudly as the screams emitting from that void. An opposing tension tugs equally with its invisible grasp.

It takes everything in me to wrench my eyes from that foulness and rift to a safer dimension. In the few seconds it takes for one to form and my ship to pass into it, I swear I can feel something behind me rush forward at impossible speed, attempting to catch me before I can escape.

But then the cool, pulsing light of the rift envelops me, and the soft heartbeat of a hum soothes me to my core. I've escaped, even if just barely.

I don't know if I could do it again.

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LOG#125

PERPLEXITY

RUN IT UP

RUN IT UP (prod. inhumane)

This song will have a different meaning for a lot of different people. The common denominator is the need to rid yourself of something you feel is controlling your life. This is an elegy to that dependency.

Elegy - Single

Elegy

zdrada prod. galaxy star and triablo

HERITAGE NOT H8!

BITCH, IM A CONFEDERATE, TRAPPING OUTTA TENNESSEE
PUFFING CIGGIES, SHOOTING MY SIGGIE HAVE YOU WHALING LIKE A BANSHEE
CALL ME GEORGE WASHINGTON HOW IM CHOPPING YOUR ASS LIKE A CHERRY TREE
SHOTS RING OUT AROUND MY BARN LIKE ITS A HARMONY

BITCH 12 GAUGE STING LIKE A FUCKING BUMBLEBEE
SINGING BOUT GOD ON THIS FUCKING CD
SHE EATING SCRAPPA DICK UP LIKE SOME COBLER, AND THAT PUSSY TASTE LIKE SOME PEACH TREE
ROCKING BACK ON MY CHAIR, IF I SEE YOU DEATH IS GUARANTEED

Spitting dip into my tin can
If you keep on talking you can get delivered by the milkman
With this Smith and Wesson catch a blessing, im the boogeyman
Finger on the trigger like a rash it needs some pressing, damn

BITCH, IM A CONFEDERATE, TRAPPING OUTTA TENNESSEE
PUFFING CIGGIES, SHOOTING MY SIGGIE HAVE YOU WHALING LIKE A BANSHEE
CALL ME GEORGE WASHINGTON HOW IM CHOPPING YOUR ASS LIKE A CHERRY TREE
SHOTS RING OUT AROUND MY BARN LIKE ITS A HARMONY

HERITAGE NOT HATE PUSSY

HERITAGE NOT HATE, I JUST WANT A FREE STATE
PUSH ME TO THE BOUNDARIES THEN YOU ACT LIKE YOU DONT DICTATE
BITCH IM A CONFEDERATE, YOU MAKE MY PUPILS DILATE
TAKE AWAY MY INDEPENDENCE, ME AND VODKA CELLMATES

BITCH, IM A CONFEDERATE, TRAPPING OUTTA TENNESSEE
PUFFING CIGGIES, SHOOTING MY SIGGIE HAVE YOU WHALING LIKE A BANSHEE
CALL ME GEORGE WASHINGTON HOW IM CHOPPING YOUR ASS LIKE A CHERRY TREE
SHOTS RING OUT AROUND MY BARN LIKE ITS A HARMONY

Keep on talking my Sig sauer gonna fucking liberate
Just wait, JFK could be your fucking playmate
I dont advocate, atrocities but sometimes my M9 agitated
Confiscate, all my control then wait till i detonate

HERITAGE NOT HATE (CAROLINA CONFEDERATE) [LILRAHNERA]

trash

Trash (Prod.Souleater)

Mixed By Stillblasian and Dua1Sh0ck
Ft. Dua1Sh0ck (check out the boy)
prod by me
art by me

Ig: Still_Blasian
ig: dua1sh0ck

Lost And Found W/ Dua1Sh0ck (Prod. Still Candy)

mixed by StillBlasian & GoddyawV2

Ft. GoddyawV2

IG: Still_blasian

How Many Times W/ GoddyawV2

StillCandy - Goofy Freestyle GoddyawV2 X JRS 10 X BabyKuda

Mixed Vocals

StillCandy - Talk Freestyle (GoddyawV2 X JRS Prince X BabyKuda)

Beat made by me
Mixed by me

@Still_Blasian

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StillCandy - Stab Me (Prod. Still Candy)

Scraped songs. I’m not going to use them so i put them here.

I’m definitely not a bot, Beep bop
(Prod. Still Candy)

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