holy damn this is good as hell ive known your music for a while but never listened really, damn am i glad that i did today tho

bruh its a good song. make some more good ones

prod. by kaan3x & 4ria 


lyrics: 

what the fuck 
i feel stuck 
stubborn in the summertime 
these cuts encompass my rush 
to shudder through rugged lines 
is it ever enough ? 
i can’t toughen up 
i just want to die 
i just want to fly high 
why waste another night? 
thinking about what i’m living without 
sinking in doubt & im still so devout 
to rhythms & routes to get in this 
i vouch a new minute to bounce 
all this business and now 
bitch you just live for the clout 
bury me down in the ground now 
don’t think i’ll figure this out 
why the fuck i am alone 
they know why 
i know why 
the reason i hide in my home 
i can’t deny 
that i might still go & try to confide in these hoes 
give it some time for my mind to unwind all the woes 
only god knows im primed to align with the growth 
but a sign in the vines may all point to demise 
i could cope with divine or just let this shit go  

i feel twisted & im wicked in a broken zone 
my disposition is written within my chromosomes 
i trip, i’m rigid, this sickness sits 
while i’m comatose
in a position 
i’m wishing 
thought i was home alone 
there’s someone watching 
i’m nauseous with all these swollen woes 
i wrote some potent poems to poke at my once hopeful tone 
i had when younger 
now i wonder if it’s bogus though 
sunk deep in some drugs 
hope that i don’t ever overdose 

is it any wonder? 
i relapse with hunger 
collapse, this slumber 
this has been another saddest summer 
stash it under my pit
get lit & savage brother 
we’re not any younger 
tell your mothers & your lovers 

i climb up the totem pole with new agendas
knee deep in my tension
my shoulders implode 
while i hold my momentum 
soldier through motions 
i told them, i don’t have a motive
incentives soak up my focus
i cope with exposure for dope for perspective 
perpetuate flows 
i self medicate, stroll with the renegades 
lead astray upon a getaway 
better days known 
i could’ve best explained all of the stress & the pain
with a mesh of blue stains all impending my goals  
get it or go 
watch while the pendulum rows
while my ill vengeance evokes my attention to stroke
walk as the tension unfolds 
towards the darkness
i harvest my self esteem 
till i develop dreams 
into unknown

CHAOTIC NEUTRAL

prod. by marow & 4ria

lyrics: 

picture me perfect
i ricochet hits & refurbish the shit that i spit 
on the surface
i think that i’ll stick to these verses 
the verdict is out, i deserve this 
worship the verge 
i’m as sick as a purge 
vigorous surge 
i’m absurd as the cigarette burns
on my pillow case 
no fillers in the features
i fulfill the evil deep within rhythms 
conceal indifference with skilled precision 
now listen 
i did it, i’ll do it again 
depicted grimace, lose it again 
inflict the venom
till i’m healed & akin to the pen 
dim witted fucks, i can’t trust 
here’s a hit of revenge, so get the syringe 
tinker with luck or get stuck in a binge 
i construct a rush till it combusts in the end 
how funny everyone discusses friends 
and puts up fronts like it’s a must 
everyone just wants a hint of pretend 
i destruct till the rubble treads lovers 
in bubbles to mend their struggles 

hypothetically speaking 
my hype will be dead by the evening 
creeping on the prospect of nonsense 
i cannot invest in the reason 
reap doubt or be about it 
i plead the profound encounters 
to keep an ounce of accountability
filling me
silly me  
for my faith in abilities to encase witty tips
im willing to face with agility 
ur shitty to pity, 
believe me, i’m fiending for another achievement 
i’m creeping 


in a prison, in my mind 
im inclined to the limits by design 

here is the sign you were looking for 
so baby, look no more 
fall from cloud nine to demise
how divine 

my image the rest regard as inefficient 
my repertoire is still relinquished on records 
the bars may diminish the reservoirs 
i just still think there’s some left
i could harp on the link between methods & madness 
i sink in the weather in tact
with a glimpse of depression
the static flings under the pressure, erratic 

in the middle of the night
light strikes, it’s another slight fight 
against the parasites
apparent, i bear with the perished sights 
of fairness
it barely suffice 
impaired, i cannot square with the gripes 
they just stare through my eyes 
if i dare realize that i’m scared 
then i’ll fucking die 
and forced to watch my momma cry 
spare my soul another try 
heard the truth through the grapevine 


last year, i  needed money 
but hindsight is 2020 
see i might need more than something 
to confront all of the bludgeoning 
sucker for love, i’m wondering 
what’s above me that’s hovering 
what do the troubles bring? 
besides bloody lovers suffering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 

the truth, the blues, i knew 
the truth, the blues, i knew

PRETTY PICTURE

prod. by saint urya & 4ria


lyrics 

six feet deep 
you don’t really mean shit to me no more 
you’re dead to me 
i’m said to be 
killing every season  
4 death, I’ll bleed till i press delete 
take the best of me 
leave you in the deep end 
in your grave, I’ll sweep 
till i rest In peace
take the rest of me 
defeated, drift with demons   
here’s a recipe to forget my dreams 

sinful habits crack my actions up 
my ambitions crash
ive had my passion crushed 
Crept on the image 
That had clenched on my mental 
Living swept, I’m indifferent 
Bitches slept on my vision 
Frigid steps to configure wicked texts 
To a rhythm
the rest is history 
Till my Death and victory 
This dread and diction reads like a hex 
Motherfucker peep the ill effect, I invest 
Best 


six feet deep 
you don’t really mean shit to me no more 
you’re dead to me 
i’m said to be 
killing every season  
4 death, I’ll bleed till i press delete 
take the best of me 
leave you in the deep end 
in your grave, I’ll sweep 
till i rest In peace
take the rest of me 
defeated, drift with demons   
here’s a recipe to forget my dreams 



let it go, heaven knows
i’ve been fucking frustrated 
fucked up, impatient 
brush up, i come up to muster up hatred 
Naked like your skilled seductions 
i’ll stomach these pills with a substance 
Uncover reluctance with hunger 
plummet when will is corrupted 
credit my skull full of pungent swill 
i will instill my dysfunction until 
Everyone is disgusted
i’ll tilt my head back
& ill plunge in the scraps of the love that you’ve done in 
some what of a bum
my destruction builds rubble & dust
& a junction of lust & some love that’s been bludgeoned 
enough of that baby girl 
while i struggle, this crazy world 
will uncover a shady pearl 
bitch i crumble through days, i fight  
a discomfort may shade the light 
i’ve become so accustomed to nothing 
i stay wide awake at night 
pay the price, decayed til my days are bright 

six feet deep 
you don’t really mean shit to me no more 
you’re dead to me 
i’m said to be 
killing every season  
4 death, I’ll bleed till i press delete 
take the best of me 
leave you in the deep end 
in your grave, I’ll sweep 
till i rest In peace
take the rest of me 
defeated, drift with demons   
here’s a recipe to forget my dreams

6 FEET D33P

prod. by sullyptb

lyrics: 

I’m my mamas little fuck up 
Ive pondered all my fuck ups 
While my mind wanders 
I tend to daydream about some luck 
Since you left me lovestruck 
I fell short on my tough luck 
I’m really just a dumb fuck 
Since I was just a young buck 

Tryna find my unit 
Take a stab at this here rough cut 
Such cuts on my wrist
what a bold decision, no buzz cuts 
Poke incisions 
Can’t diagnose this vision
Just let go, don’t stiffen
I’m up in this bitch like a butt fuck 

Brush strokes, i construct prose 
You bitches vain like blood flows 
I can’t contain these uploads 
When I’m up close to the goal post 
shit is cold pressed
Bitch you’re dry as rolled oats 
fuck taking a low dose 
I need a whole boat, bloat
Shake like a snow globe 
Take what I need then i go ghost 
Feed all my dreams then i go go 
Gadget, this shit is a habit 
Hash it, hack it, static 
Feel like I’m dead & you bitches are maggots 
Mash it, pack it up 
Arch that ass then back it up 
Post on the gram after some 
Photoshop for your assets huh 
Make em say uhh like master p 
lose all my hope & atrophy 
Money opens doors like master keys 
I’m still a couple years from my masterpiece 
Once I amass defeat
a matter of raps on these beats 
Game set match 
Make a racket bleed  
Then attract these bees 
please 

I’m my mamas little fuck up 
Ive pondered all my fuck ups 
While my mind wanders 
I tend to daydream about some luck 
Since you left me lovestruck 
I fell short on my tough luck 
I’m really just a dumb fuck 
Since I was just a young buck

DUMMY DIMWIT DEADBEAT

lyrics 

ill hunger, I’m still hung up 
I still love her 
To think of the fun of my thrills 
To go kill something 
Still hunting
I feel this ordeal is just real pungent 
Pill popping, i conceal problems
It reveals nothing 
Real rushes appeal to my feelings
I still function
Far from ideal 
With these spiels pumping 
I Appear drunken
I pierce my fears with a fierce friction 

What do we have here 
It’s been a bad year 
collapse or contract all the brash fear 
Or be pussy as Pap smears 
Would it, should it make any change 
Shook up, I should’ve attained 
A better hook on everything 
Ive betted looks are everything 
But that ain’t looking better
think I better cook up better things 
Or try to focus on the cheddar 
Know that I can never let go 
Look at all the pressure 
That I betted would erode 
All of the pleasure unfolds 
While the weather turns cold 

thinking way past  
i may take a day stat 
to erase the hate latched 
while you paper chase, stacks 
will invade the space 
packed with a shade of shame 
Face the facts 
Till i fade to black 
Burn this paperback 



I know, I know 
This can’t go on forever 
I hold my soul
in the morbid weather 
I know that it’s cold
but hope it will get better 
Because hopes
The only thing that’s keeping me together 


Ready or not 
Bitch, I’m ready to pop 
I got the devil in me playing heavy metal 
Off top 
Several levels unlocked 
Still confess that I walk 
with rebels dressed like a jock 
All I need is one shot 
Like Lethal weapon 
I settle with threats like veteran cops
Ready, set, steady 
Motherfucker Let’s go 
Already sick of these petty, irreverent hoes
Still a degenerate
But I’m better than most 
Unsettling, I’m meddling with checks 
While i coast
on the prospect that profit 
unhinges my jaws quick  
I just need the glory and a goth bitch 
Just need my story on topic 
Just these immortal lines dropped with 
The beat, I’m a freak till I’m probably deceased 
The object of my deep affection recedes 
The prospects I speak of eject when I dream 
With the dread down the street 


Tick, tick 
Steady with the sick shit 
Misfit, better get my dick licked 
By a bitch, I already know from districts 
Nip slip, send that bitch my way 
Slick drift, speeding on the highway 
See these motherfuckers sideways 
annihilate 
And I’ll lay 
A verse or two like a tidal wave 
wide awake 
Every night in my hideaway 

I know, I know 
This can’t go on forever 
I hold my soul
in the morbid weather 
I know that it’s cold
but hope it will get better 
Because hopes
The only thing that’s keeping me together

*insert cliche inspirational quote about overcoming obstacles*

prod. by jesko the professional & 4ria

LYRICS

you’re so critical non-critic 
vindictive  
i’m not slipping 
stick to flows, bitch i deny quitting 
dim lights dingy
like a chimney, i blow smoke 
within me 
dibble and dabble similes 
i’m simply grim 
like ren and stimpy
you’re a simpleton 
similarly cynical 
ive since convinced
every little single sicko when i sit and vent 
about my trials and tribulations 
i’m quick to spend
a minute or two refuting dudes 
when i hit cement 
render this event
too thick to bend  
symbols so discontent 
i live in dystopia 
accompany opium  
soon they’re covered 
by phony associates 
i’m still hoping this 
opens the door to coping with 
slight changes 
constricting my time 
face this condition till lines fade with 
convictions ive tried taking 
to limits till i’m im making a living 
with high wages  


am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here?
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch 

eye for an eye 
i’m obliged to get by 
with every line that i rhyme 
it’s a ride till i die 
like the fire in my eyes 
i’m tired and tied up with your lies 
all the fears stay alive forever 

here we go again 
hold my hopes up then
keep these flows up 
like some clothes i fold up 
you’re a dick head, bowl cut 
stuck up
bitch. i told ya, shits a trip 
i drove up to inflict
a good amount of damage 
to every fuck talking shit 
ive been heavy, lost in abyss  
i will never opt to give in 
rigid as a syringe 
i’m riveting
lyrically bitch i’m littering 
syllables reconsidering miracles 
through my spirit, original
spit wicked, so criminal 
pivot this sick mix, literal 
indifferent to bitches 
i feel the pull of a misfit 
individually mastering flows 
as i pass and indulge in the madness 
mister imagination stacking magic 
practice patterns 
slap a bastard with my back hand 
look who’s back and smooth as flatland 
dudes have lagged and proved 
their games are outdated like sega saturn 


stick around a little, feel my purpose bloom 
control is cultivated by my urge to prove 
whenever i strike back 
with a verse or two 

within a stones throw 
you motherfuckers are doomed 


am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here? 
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch 

am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here?
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch

SØ HELP ME G0D

prod. by washyb
additional prod. by ryan mcgonigle

lyrics

All my decisions, they feel like incisions 
I sort out my pain 
Washed up on shore
But I’m sure I could still see myself go through waves 
Of melancholy and plots 
They’re symbolic of problems i faced
There’s not a moment to waste 
N-n-no time to barter my art with the market
I Target the snakes 
Keep my self harm at arms reach 
So Please pardon the scrapes 
A piece of the starch 
Till I feel really parched 
I could harbor good faith 
P-P Peace to the stars
Leave my mark on the canvas 
No paint
M-M-Mental scars And mementos
Old age can’t erase
Sta-Sta-stark in the face
Harp on the days 
Sharpen ability 
March to the pace of my own beat 
B-born in March, marvel at the grace
I believe In the mission
A smidgen a mix of wit in the lyrics 
Think about my family conflicting 
If they ever hear this, will they feel it?
I doubt it 
F-f-fear and feeling wicked
Cause I’m living without it 
Just kidding, I’m mounted 
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded 
By numbers of addictions 
I will never listen to another motherfucker 
Dumb & dumber, Jim Carey 
But i’m sick of fucking caring 
Everyone is staring 
Find regret in over sharing
Uh
Not sparing a narrow mind
On demos, i settled all my dilemmas 
But bear in mind 
I’ve barely refined my mind 
Love that i've yet to find 
Feel rubbish
Through precious time that fades 
Hope it’s not too late to obtain 
Will I fucking make it to some fame? 
Just wait
What the fuck is this on my shoulders? 
Weight 
Dreaming on a bean
My regime just wakes me up 
Hope it could take me up 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 


St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 
 

Hate to trust anyone 
Make me shudder 
I cannot shake the feeling 
I can’t escape these villains 
Of this outrageous pillage 
Pillow the pain with a pill 
Like cigarette stains encase skills 
Like silhouettes
Shading the truth 
I can’t fill (feel)
The fate of abuse 
It fulfills 
The state of my blues 
I can’t heal 
Occasional use for my thrill 
Caged in a loop, i stand still 
B-b-bet your bottom dollar, i will never stop 
Stack the debt until i am dead 
Bitch ive got a lot to prove 
Nothing to lose 
Back again, these raps are revenge 
And you cats are fucking doomed  
Distracted by my hunger 
And you cats are fucking food 
Down a rabbit hole of habits 
Through my fucking passion 
I’ve had to construe a new tactic 
To catch the truth 
I do fathom the factors glued 
To gloom, active
Actually flew through rations 
I’ve had consumed 
Through disasters
Past the state of blue like passion fruit 
Bruised habits 
Super natural like i do magic 
New battle
Whether they win or lose
Shit is tragic 
Keep a flow on through the winter 
Thicker than molasses 
Keep my hopes up
Blinded by the static  
Never mind
I’ll never be good enough or attractive 
I lack all the facets 
 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines

THE PERKS OF HUMAN ATROCITIES (prod. by washyb)

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D.T.A Or: Lessons In Adapting To A Terrible Reality (prod. by jadostyles)

IMPENDING DOOM

Shydow and Predd, 19 and 22, are two young producers from the Johannesburg township of Tembisa (EKURHULENI). Under 3-DIGITS, they joined forces with vocalists Hleza, Bhodloza and 2KAYY. This crew of artists has dedicated the last few years designing a new Umbhoqo style, the music linked with Skhothane culture. They call their sound “Umbhoqo o mushA”, which translates as "the new sound of Umbhoqo music”. PSSNGR records continues to broaden the horizons of South African dance music with a new Umbhoqo release, It’s coming from the future, and this is now out on PSSNGR.

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