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throne room episode 3 - matahachi v xay god

thursday, february 4, 2021 at 3:42 PM - beachwood, ohio



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throne room ep. 3 - xay god [raw uncut]

SOAP. - (FORGOTTEN) DRIVE REMIX

all my homies littup ! 
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NO HOPE (feat. soap.) prod. Luka Burr

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https://soundcloud.com/netuhbeats

lyrics

I be background tripping
Chucking 40s in the ditches
Stagger with the shit
But if you try me know I’m gripping
Scars on my hands from the blades I be spinning
Boy try with my ass, might be drunk enough to kill em
Cult

Devil on my shoulder killed the angel
Let intrusive win
The voices in my head be disappearing
Issa poison pit

I’m dummy off the pay load
Don’t tell me to lay low
Cult in the cut, don’t give a fuck about an antidote

I ran it down
Not a sound
Bottles up I’m OE trippin
Fuck an ounce
Only pounds
Watchu I got it baby

Plug in like MIDI
Tracking mud up in my city
Sticky
Icky off a whippy
Soap he come in like he slippy
Cult

20 sum years later still in the mix 
I got underlying issues over lying bout the shit 
Fuck the pacifying ask if I ain’t higher than a bitch 
That’s a riot I ain’t dying sober dive in the abyss 

50 hard drives choc full of drops like a River 
Sloth he hit me on my telephone he know that I’ll deliver 
Still I can’t escape myself it’s seldom happiness I’m bitter 
Bit of money in my pocket but the shit is not what I consider 

God, too tied up off of the venom 
Stocked inside of these awful systems 
Locked up outa my life for eternity
I’ll turn this life to fission 
Sowing a story I’m ripping it up 
Energy spillin im still in the sun 

Under the water or top of the bluff 
I’mma taunt em with talking u topical tough but 
Deep inside you see your lies and I know that it kill you bitch 
I feed the fire inside my eyes with every word I drill you with 
Leave you outa life and by the time you realize what you did 
It’s far too late to call the play you praying 
Someone clue you in

Im fucking miserable, I don’t want to exist 
To persist in this game is the reason you're not missed
Put a hammer to your teeth and drag you out into the ditch
While im rolling up the gas, spark the blunt, and burn the rich

Yea, meet you on de dust, then ill fucking no scope you on rust
I just want to stay inside, when the blood moon rises it's too much
Pulling out the Yugioh cards, the blue eyes white dragon turns you to sludge
Put you in the shadow realm, your face behind the glass but you're a smudge

Yeah like Seto Kaiba, im pulling up in the whip
See in you awe as I equip
The sword of a thousand truths, slice you down then become unloose
Hanging out with Andre of Astora, show you some but not all of Pandora
Leave the best in a vault not for you to see, 
And when you try to flex I become unleashed

The lines and the circles they cover my mind
Cloaking my body in dreams as they lie
Dragging me further into the abyss
Taking my life is the option I missed

What is it mean just to be free
Your constant neglect is just swallowing me
Sick of myself, sick of this life
Embracing the emptiness and living in strife
I be background tripping
Chucking 40s in the ditches
Stagger with the shit
But if you try me know I’m gripping
Scars on my hands from the blades I be spinning
Boy try with my ass, might be drunk enough to kill em
Cult

Devil on my shoulder killed the angel
Let intrusive win
The voices in my head be disappearing
Issa poison pit

I’m dummy off the pay load
Don’t tell me to lay low
Cult in the cut, don’t give a fuck about an antidote

I ran it down
Not a sound
Bottles up I’m OE trippin
Fuck an ounce
Only pounds
Watchu I got it baby

Plug in like MIDI
Tracking mud up in my city
Sticky
Icky off a whippy
Soap he come in like he slippy
Cult

Ratz

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Ratz w/ soap. & Rivilin (NetuH)

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.
official music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0ERbGWu91g

Ways [music video in desc.]

Silver w/ proG

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics: 

tourmaline heart cause some days in shimmering 
And u cannot fake hard cause these days it’s different 
Gotta stay stocked cause the pain is pilfering 
Paint the pills I stopped I amazed myself again

Hit the corners bending it 
Cooking hot like its venison 
Act like you invented it you ain’t start shit you insecure 
bitch it’s only 7 I been working for the hell of it 
embellish it no felon it’s a bitch in costume  well resist 

Fucking with em bussing in I take it out the tuck 
They ain’t never seen my full potential better duck
Cause Soon as that shit bubble out your fucking time is up 
cause I know that one day I will no longer feel so numb 


I know, just what you did
Why that boy Think that I’m clueless?
Motherfuck a fork imma build a path and go choose it 
young librarian knowledge Im bothering these students 
You learning how to rap, I’m ten years in I really  do this 

I really do this 
Bitch you wanna talk well then show us why we should clue in 
Inanimate numerical humans that wanna use art 
For money evil bullshit 
You fuckin with the "cool kids" right?
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criminal pastimes 
Living my vision Im that guy 
Bring up shit from the past why 
Painting these pics where they chastise 
see that he living a bad lie 
Wish he would listen but blame mine 
Think that I heard through the grape vine 
Listen I really just realized 

plenty full of shit 
I’m too myself I’m tournamentin 
No body I’m ornamental 
Piece my force I check my schedule
see I got no time to waste 
Not waiting for my storm to chase 
Make my state and break the brace
Got twenty spliffs into my face 

I’m off, run 
Bitch I’m from the sun 
Take the rays and photosynthesize my fucking west side Gunn 
think I’ll tell it to my toes about it 
bitch what should we do
Got a couple fucking choice never runnings number two 

Number one is I’mma fuck it up and drop these local rappers 
All I hear is lies clean your shit up here’s four napkins 

I’m just what does happen when they show a lot of love and hate 
Build and hide in my own traction line the keys up to the gate 

d’isa the scene I burnin up 
Phenom in the street they turnin up
Where they going no emotion lost in open where the fun 
Decent pieces seems he heated 
see if he can show us up 
Oh my god it’s over and you broken up you lost your love 
Yup

Heart / Pastimes

prod. @progmusic

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Head South w/ pro G

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics:
[uh uh] bitch 
Watch me wash em all away 
High but I’m focused 
imma roll up in the whip 
feet up no stress 
Know what I’m gon get 
Had to grow up inna crib 
no role model to show me roses 
had to make it up on my own and listen that’s what made me soap quick 

Huh whatchu know about coming home to the whip crashed 
Was the one that you sat in when you was kids Damn 
Motherfucker been drinking again I’m distant yeah 
Buncha blood all on the carpet where you’d listen 

To cartooon gone soon 
Childhood a monsoon 
Long with rain and all the pain you hit up with “I gotchus” 
Just for them to leave n be scheming all on your last nerve
Bitch now I’m an addict the fact is you fucks can all swerve 

I’m so matter of factly think I’m the pettiest why 
well the problem is always dealing with detriment okay
never having nobody never no fellowship 
All been alone in my tower calling shots and risks 

No gossiping I’m saucin this tomato I don’t want no friends 
I’m bothered by the torment that they dealt out when they had they fix 
They bounced 
So it’s simple bitch on everything “I’m out” 
Ain’t no tournament I’m torn in six, my fortress has found  

.44 know I got something worse that I could evoke 
Oh no 
does he mean it I’m freaking bitch well of course 
It’s soap. Can’t associate with not one of you hoes 
please know code is breaking down barriers before 

I could slide thru raichu 

Revolutionize too 
evolving up daily never mind the change it’s high noon
time to take a shot at the planets before my times thru 
immaculate the fact is this; coming back what defines you

Wiplash [Raichu]

prod. texaco

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZseQkLuLG4

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics:

I lost my semblance of sanity 
all my senses calamity 
All the vanity present just turned into an abyss 
I hold your hand in advance of leave 
only now you would dance wim me 
continuity dragging walking it lead us to this 

I brandish songs in the whip 
they only filter my lips 
When there is words coming out with no rhymes in the mix 
So I could get it guess 
Maybe I ramble too much 
My stomach empty full of everything I don’t need to touch 

It’s Butterflies for my lunch, 
top it off with a dutch 
Green powder I clutch 
Third gear show me love 
burn it down in the first 
If anything I am versed 
In dodging healing me while offering some comforting words 

To loved ones 
If only I had seen it 
from my driveway like where I seen Venus 
Serene for the season 
Soon as the winter come I’m fucked up
Seasonal the freezing coals 
I start giving my lunch up 


Own my own nemesis 
What a burden the presence is 
Burning is everything you gon take it n flip 

That Opportunity gift 
I’m on some “probably, shit”
Like will I make it or go take my life?, 
it matter again 

the math shattering gifts 
You Adding one to the pond 
Before you know it, that shit grown and every other is gone 

We just an army of pawns, 
Who never change for the charts
We Should ashame disregard 
I wrap my brace in the gauze

semblance [music video in desc.]

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics: 

looking like ditraprio 
My past in acid stacking codes 
The Cadillac on silver spokes
A dose of dis just take my tone 

Got green like lichen on this rock 
They see the sightings turn to stop 
Take the Scythe and cyphen writers 
I stay plotting on these drops 

Always with the sulfate 
Burn it down and leave the Hallway
Believe we breathing out in Galway 
Irish boy u toy get all 8 

I’m been owning up to nausea 
Bitch I do it to myself 
Sittin stressing popping problems wish my parents taught me health 

Where they at 
Said they’d react 
We pulled up in the lot roll back 
See who it be, then they turning tail 
The silouhette singing giving me bail 

I told a tale, full of my truth 
No one would listen cept homies in Russia 
Filling my cup up, whip peanut butta 
Used to sit in it with $ix in the summa 



And we would smoke, making them plays
Open up  trunks and send them outer space 
Imma gonna take, all that is mine, 
Cause I been dying 2/3s of my life 

Never relenting I’m a meddling kid 
Metal in pocket, the super villains 
Gona get taste of they poison they flagrance I take it all up give em they medicine

DiTraprio95

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics: 

soap Stay Sanitizing that competition 
And They know im flying when I’m bound to dish it 
in the dawn open DAWs, doors coming with it 
Bossed up in the rawest form kick the distance 

Between you and i
I’m on tulip time 
Bloom steady fuse ready hope you feeling right 
I just feel the cycle go mind a bicycle 
Gears and ice ya know sleep a night alone 


Wish that we did not have to 
But the fact still stands like a statue 
That my stature seen as a bad dude 
Racks bags never mass, might tax you 

shafted after they had antagged you 
I was never tryna be that bad news 
I was never tryna be what I had too 
Feel nothing much now when I laugh oo

really distraught 
Take another look at all of my art 
take another piece of my heart 
Never mind it’s uh uh 
Really what’d be the function 
realize I’m still holding on 
To the summer sun 
reveling in every unsung 
Piece of beauty that I can’t touch 

see it’s all in the past
Really I have been in my bag, 
Never really got it unzipped 
I just been running my lips been running my lips 


but no closed mouths abouta eat 
Take my time wit it give in to the breeze 
Any minute could delete my every effort as a g 
s-o-a-p penning up what i release 
always pent up in a beat 
Got no nemesis they nominees 
For what I’m bouta cook this week 
Seasonal with the heat
put the bass on top with the rice 
And my sight turn red as the lights 
Down in Amsterdam 
y’all been living in a cage popping hamster xans 
I be tripping on a page while I end y’all’s fans 
And they come switch sides 
like the bitch that you cry 
Over every fucking night 
Shit I know what that’s like 
boy you gotta go and step it up
gotta make strives every month 
And I know the shits tough 
Slow days rough weeks healed by the sun 
Conceal What I’m feeling dealing with dubs 

Long for the loss, never double cross 
When potential lost I attend my dawgs 
Remember back when I wrote WALK
Few weeks all in my thoughts 
Cant see what you want 
It was clearly a sign 
tears in a stream flowing from my eyes 
Meet the keyboard need more freedom inside 
Baby I’m bleeding and bleeding my right 
Whoa

but, we have to

wishingwell

resolve [prod. versus]

happy halloween.
music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o37n0kX2bOY

isomorph [llouis] [video in desc.]

w/ https://soundcloud.com/soaped
prod https://soundcloud.com/crclxx

Lyrics

I aint got no this no more, they creepin in my head
Struggle up in my brain it got me spiraling
Sloth be feeling like he down, living like he dead
Thousand fucking thoughts in my head screaming jump a ledge

I ain’t got this no more, I’m feeling like a fool
Struggling to fucking stay alive so I’m a ghoul
I ain’t got nothing left bitch I aint follow rules
Nothing left to fucking lose so bitch my life a gamble too

Determined to do it
Deterring me cluing
Into what u are to yourself uh

Fermented human I live in a tomb
And go thru it til my time is up
What

Is it illuminate that I ain’t new to this and I move I been moving in stealth uh

Further and further into in the furnace
It’s burning your lies in my blunt

What the fuck is up I’m over dusk the night move in my veins
Giving up lust throw it them flames
Lemme know what you is in my way
Subvert stray and I stay law brace for rain
Know that it prey don’t play no games
I been amazed though at this maze
How we going insane and return too late
How it been?

I aint got no this no more, they creepin in my head
Struggle up in my brain it got me spiraling
Sloth be feeling like he down, living like he dead
Thousand fucking thoughts in my head screaming jump a ledge

I ain’t got this no more, I’m feeling like a fool
Struggling to fucking stay alive so I’m a ghoul
I ain’t got nothing left bitch I aint follow rules
Nothing left to fucking lose so bitch my life a gamble too

Fuck around till I croak, bitch
Sippin all of that potion
Hacking in like a trojan
You freezing up while I’m roasting

Posted up like I’m coaching
Cut you up like a quotient
Sad as fuck but I’m going places whether up or down I aint know it

Time has passed
Shit has changed
Aint gun bang
Uni vague

Execute
Like Hussein
Mind be blank
Fulll of pain

Sloth be fucked up
Mentally I’m done bruh 
Suicidal thoughts creeping back tryna crush em

I aint got no this no more, they creepin in my head
Struggle up in my brain it got me spiraling
Sloth be feeling like he down, living like he dead
Thousand fucking thoughts in my head screaming jump a ledge

I ain’t got this no more, I’m feeling like a fool
Struggling to fucking stay alive so I’m a ghoul
I ain’t got nothing left bitch I aint follow rules
Nothing left to fucking lose so bitch my life a gamble too

Fool

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