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Turn Tha Radio Up ♪ w/Download!

The Ritual ♪

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Recover ♪ [BASED/DANCE/ELECTRORAP!] w/Download!

Turn Tha Radio Up -REMAKE- ♪

Ima Slut, Girl (Se7en Cover)

Yea, this sounds amazing as fuck, check it (:

Bitch-Slappin (feat. K-Three-One)

E-D-N-O-S
E-D-N-O-S
Always working, never rest
Failure to your own success 

E-D-N-O-S
E-D-N-O-S
Was this always just a test?
Don't surrender to the stress

Think your methods are foolproof and true
But there's something they never told you
Up and down like a rollercoaster ride
Stuck in place till the end of time

Now you're bumpin in the club
DJ turn that music up
Hear that voice inside your head
"You are never good enough"

Now you're moving in the crowd
Vision's blurring, going out
They still look at you with doubt 
YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IT OUT

Put your hands up
To the rhythm 
They're indifferent to your condition

Raise your glasses
To the ceiling
Cursed to stay, oh
You're never leaving 

Been a year and still no progress
Trapped yourself in a twisted contest
Personality has left your conscience
As your body stops its functions

Every day is the same
Trapped with thoughts you can not tame
Repetition is your game
Circumstances never change

Go, drop, make it stop 
They are worthy, you are not 
Boom, shock, body rock 
This obsession, you can’t stop

Go, turn, cha-cha slide
Left alone without a guide
Not otherwise specified 
The mirror's telling lies

Problem ain't medical
Purely hypothetical 
Oh honey bless your soul
You'll never reach your goals

You should go against your doctors 
Stop taking your beta blockers 
You know it’s not true
They won’t believe you 

Throw it up, spit it out 
Burn it off, work it out 
You know you're only pretty
If you can prove you're skinny

You tear yourself apart
Just to end back at the start
Best years already spent
The cycle never ends

Edn0s

[Samples from "Episode #5: Upper Body & Arms" by EverymanHYBRID and "Who Could Win A Rabbit" by Animal Collective]

Tried to ignore it but it won't stop
You notice things that don't line up

Feeling watched you sleep with the lights on
Got the feeling that you're sorta being spied on
Hide these emotions let it grow
Let it fester
You can be my warren jester 

I know what you did
THEY KNOW WHAT YOU DID

Hiding in the darkness 
You think you can escape it
Your unsuspecting audience 
You’ll be my entertainment 
My bidding you must harken 
This timeline will be tainted
I'm writing and producing
Your vitriol and hatred 

Listen close my little rabbit
With your buddies think you're hot shit
You better watch your back bitch
You'll never kick The Habit

Fits of confusion, you’re feeling sick
Accused of things that you never did 

Have you over for pizza and murder 
Homicide with a little friendly banter
Panic as your screams interrupted by my laughter
Hear your guts hit the floor with a splatter 

Listen here you useless dumb bitch
YOU DISGUST ME
No one here to blame but yourself
YOULL NEVER BREAK FREE

THERES NO HOPE, NO LOVE, NO HONOR
HERE INSIDE MY HOUSE OF SLAUGHTER
SUBMIT TO MY MENTAL TORTURE
KILL YOUR FRIENDS AND EAT YOUR DAUGHTERS

I am the shadow in the corner of your room
In the back of your mind
All your thoughts I consume
Every dirty little whisper
Every lie with a grin
All the greed and the crimes of your sorry human kin
See you looking for an end but you're never gonna find it
Letting you escape wouldn't be an act of kindness
I've seen it all, the atrocities of man
From the way you behave I can't say I'm a fan
You're all pawns in my little game
I don't do it for the money  
I don't do it for the fame
Now lights camera ready for your final hour
Stand back you don't know my power

HABIT MADE ME DO IT
HABIT MADE ME DO IT
HABIT MADE ME DO IT
HABIT MADE ME DO IT

NEVER GETTING THROUGH THIS
FOTGOT WHAT THE TRUTH IS
SAY MY LIFE IS RUINED
HABIT MADE ME DO IT

The Habit

Video games are bad for you…
Bad for you…
Bad for your kids

Negative thoughts get in your head…
In your head…
Make you sick 

I heard about this new arcade down the street 
They got a cabinet there they say can not be beat 
And those who try fall in too deep
They wake up screaming seeing colors in their sleep 

Government persons with scientific vocations
Men in black suits are stealing your information 
Having bad dreams and vivid hallucinations 
Addictive new mechanics and sensory deprivation 

Plug me in and turn me on
Pop in a quarter and lets begin
Forget about your Pac-Man, Galaga, Tron,
Shockwaves passing through your cranium

Play again, something's up
Victims to MK Ultra
Straining through the brainfog
Trying to see the end of this 
Polybius

My life seems empty and I'm feeling down
Like I'm surrounded by a dark grey cloud
But when I close my eyes I hear those sounds
Those flashing lights are all that's there for me now

All alone, sold my soul
Can't say no, don't let go
Losing hope. comatose
Audio, video

ISOLATED, ALL ALONE
CAN'T ESCAPE I SOLD MY SOUL
LOSING HOPE, COMATOSE
AUDIO AND VIDEO

I CAN NOT ESCAPE FROM THIS
WHAT IS REAL? I'VE LOST MY GRIP
BROKEN PSYCHE, CAN'T BE FIXED
WHO'S TO BLAME? POLYBIUS

Polybius

[Parts of the lyrics/melody are referenced from "Killing Rabbits Anymore" by Dropping A Popped Locket]

We buy three piece suits just to die in them
We dig great big holes just to lie in them
Going for a night on the town getting all dressed up
All these zombie bitches got my head fucked up

Caffeine, nicotine, with a side of cannabis
perfume, hairspray, with a touch of rotten flesh
pretty pink glitter over bloodshot eyes
Zombie whore insomniac, barely alive

Pretty little bitch yeah you look like a monster
Good for nothing kid crawled from 6 feet under
It's not fair
Got your whole life  Ahead of you 
Don't care
Throw it all away for the views

Young, dumb, and sick see you banging down death's door
Clothes all ripped, girl your makeup is an eyesore
Big hair
Living fast just to die young
Blank stare
We've got nothing to run from

We wear designer makeup just to cry in it
Giving bitter farewells and suicide wishes
Yeah you know our brains tuned to mush but our hearts won't stop
No hope left we've already given up

Brass knuckles, rhinestones, studs missing from our belts
Say the scene is dead but we’re dragging it back up from hell 
Say our lives are over but we still want more
Get into it bitch, this is dead girl couture

You can see them, in the night
Hear the screaming, what a sight 
Terror in the streets follow something truly bizarre
Pretty little bitch but you know they’ll never get far
Figures in the fog leave footsteps in dead leaves
Echoes of the past show in faces of dead teens
Pull up with designer makeup on our faces
A long rotted archive of old friend spaces
The living slam their doors while the zombies get crunk
They claim the scene is dead but we’ve only just begun

I Was A Teenage Scenester

Wake up, tease your hair
Grab your flat iron and something to wear
Something flashy to make the normies stare
Don't stress your makeup we can do it when we get there

Wake up bitch like it's scene sixteen
Pull up to the spot and they know we're the queens
Call us fresh to death cause we're lookin so clean
Boutta smoke the competition like r.i.p

1, 2, 3, 4
You know we're the hottest fuckers on the floor
(LETS GO)

1,2,3,4
Get your ass out on the floor
5, 6, 7, 8
Make them fucking beg for more
1, 2, 3, 4
Allow me to demonstrate
5, 6, 7, 8
This is my Mandate

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME 
I'VE BEEN TRAPPED SO LONG
MELODIES REPEATING 
FORCED TO SING ALONG

Wake up, ignore the thoughts
Get on the floor and do what you're taught
Hands in the air feel the beat in your heart
Move to the rhythm
Go along, play your part

Welcome home, enjoy your stay
Please don't go, don't fade away
Listen close, feel my pain
Get on the floor, it's time to play

THE AIRWAVE'S CORRUPTED
WITH NEURAL DISTRUCTION 
YOU CAN NOT TRUST THEM
CAUSE THEY'RE UP TO SOMETHING
THEY'VE ALREADY SOLD YOU
MELODIES CONTROL YOU
SO PLEASE I IMPLORE YOU
REMEMBER YOUR OWN TRUTH

1,2,3,4
Get your ass out on the floor
5, 6, 7, 8
Make them fucking beg for more
1, 2, 3, 4
Allow me to demonstrate
5, 6, 7, 8
This is my Mandate

1, 2, 3, 4, 
These thoughts are no longer yours 
5, 6, 7, 8, 
Lost among the drums and chords
Hear that beat is bangin
Bouncing through your brain its
Begging you to dance on 
This is my Sanction

Intro (Sanction)

A collab/cover of an old se7en' song released in 2005 (by Majestic12), enjoy this sick undergound as fuck!

Believe In A Blank Reflection (feat. Se7en)

SNAPKRACKLEPOP! - ILYSMITSRETARDED (DJ STARDUST DRIVING DRUNK TONIGHT REMIX)

A cover beat of "Hot Grills and High Tops" I made, hope you'll enjoy this (:

Crunkest! (Beat)

A nintendocore track I made. I wish to add female vocals, if someone wanna try to record something hit me up :D

No Death

Scream Vocal Cover of Tyga's Rack City
Free Download Mp3 Here: http://www.mediafire.com/?pcp10rarcaj23c3

MONSTERafterparty - Tyga Rack City (Screamo)

ZombieDanceOff! - BlahBlahBlah

YouTube

wake up kido - underthesunrise

TRACKLIST:
1. BROKENCYDE - SCHITZO (2007)
2. I SET MY FRIENDS ON FIRE - SOULJA BOY TELL EM (2008)
3. THE MEDIC DROID - FER SURE (2008)
4. DOT DOT CURVE - LIKEAPONY (2010)
5. N!TRO - STACY'S A SCCENE KID (2009)
6. SNAPKRACKLEPOP! - ILYSMITSRETARDED (2009)

N0WTH4T5WH4T1C4LLCRUNKCORE

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