FENRIR

Locked Down FT Fix

feat. @fenrirprod and prod. by @akvri

lyrics:

FUCKING UP THE OUTCOME AND I'M STILL COMING IN FIRST
FUCK ALL THE NOISE IMMA PUT EM IN HERSE
HUMAN OR A BEAST, THE HOLY BLADE WILL MAKE IT WORSE
SHOOTING OFF HIS NECK ALL THESE HUNTERS FUCKING CURSED 

THE LAMPS OF THE NIGHT, PUT SOME LIGHT IN MY SOUL
WHY DO WE GOTTA KILL IF WE ALWAYS WANT SOME MORE
RISE FROM THE GRAVE IMMA SHOOT EM WITH THE K
7.62 BULLETS IN ITS FUCKING FACE 

I WATCH THE BODIES STACK THE NIGHT, WHEN I’M STUCK IN A DREAM
OVER AND OVER I DIE AND WONDER WHAT IT MEANS
STUCK BETWEEN WHAT WAS AND WHAT THE FUCK IT COULD’VE BEEN
CUTTING UP THE FLESH AND WONDER WHAT MORE COULD I BRING 

R1 SLASH SLASH, ION NEED NO DASH
EVEN IN THE CHURCH, THE FIRE OF THE PAPER THEY’LL CRASH
FUCK WE TAKIN OUT THE TRASH CROW 
STOMPIN ON THEIR FACE TILL THEIR HEAD BLOW 

DRESSED UP LIKE A FUCKIN CROW, WITH EVERY ECHO, NEED SOME MORE
CAUSE IMMA SHOW THESE FUCKIN PUSSIES STH THEY AIN’T SEEN BEFORE
THEY WANT ME DEAD AND FUCKING GONE, IMMA MAKE THEM ALL REMEMBER 
THAT NO MATTER WHAT I DO THEY'LL NEVER GET ME TO SURRENDER

CAUSE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP ON RUNNIN ON THEY FUCKIN MOUTH
I DONT TAKE NONE THE ADVICE, KILL THE PREY, WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?
UP IN THE CATHEDRAL TRYNA FIND MY WAY TO SANITY
BUT I BEGIN TO REALIZE IT WILL COST ME MY HUMANITY

BREAKING THEIR NECK FEEL MY BLOODLUST 
FILLING SOME VIALS ITS WHAT THE BLOOD COST
FILL MY VEINS WITH THE GODS AND THEIR AURAS 
THE OATH OF THE DAMNED AS THEY DEPLORE US 

HUNG FROM GALLOWS LET THE SHADOWS COME 
A CITY CLOAKING MADNESS AND AN ORPHAN 
SPITTING IN THE FACE OF THE SCHOLARS 
THE BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS GOT NO COLORS

lyric video

- HOLY BLADE X FENRIR //prod. AKVRI

Suicide Door (Ft. Stemodity)

prod. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

MANIC MAN

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT +PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE+

The Island

MOSSBACK, Saliva Grey - The Island

written & performed by pirat & FXCKJAMiE
produced by subtry
cover art by pirat

(Lyrics)

[PIRAT]

Gimme ur soul 
Gimme ur teeth 
Gimme what’s underneath 
Know that you see me when you sleep 
Tweaking breakin at the seams 
skin is pale 
Eyes  red 
Leaden voice 
Commands the dead 
Tithings on the tarmac 
Break the teeth 
right out your head 
Mmm baby I love you 
Lemme eat out your innards 
Come hang with the sinners 
Blood ritual for Dinner 
Where is your god now 
With my pliers in your mouth 
All I need is cavities 
Are you with or without 
Blue blood 
Brain rot 
& i think I forgot 
How to be your everything 
To be something you’re not 
Yeah I’m always sinnin
And yuh I’m always winnin
Lurkin in the shadows 
Glasgow I’m always grinnin 

[FXCKJAMiE]

I be lurking and I bring all the pain 
I take your teeth right out of your head and add it onto my chain 
Demon walk in all black 
Bacteria like some plaque
I’m here to collect all your cavities and send you right back 
I rip out your skull 
I need some more I could pull 
spent too long shaving your teeth now my blade getting dull
Bitch imma take out of soul 
And put all my razor blades under your pillow
Wait 
Imma dig into your face 
If I were you I would sit back and just fully embrace 
No anesthesia my way
want you to take it i, don’t let it all go to waste

GROWING FANGS (FEAT. FXCKJAMiE) [PROD. SUBTRY]

prod. by zepelin & zyller 
additional prod. by zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
I'm sick of feeling giddy for you b*tches, too dense
Drop a rhythm, critics drop their two cents
I've been spilling lyrics on the instrumentals, too tense
I'm been feeling fearless
Really too drenched up in the spirit of the trench
Hence my dreaded, unwavering new sense of passion
Pedaling the ink from this pen with the stench of havoc
Settling with these rations
The devils in sync with madness, already feel like a madman
Heavy feelings erratic, my heads up, kneeling while laughing
Festering feelings, the havoc's remnants reveal my habits clashing with patterns on the beat
Held this sh*t captive on a leash, so I had to get this sh*t leased
B*tch, I'm a beast
Diminishing returns on my commitment, I've been curved
By the skin of my teeth, still preserved it all like a dentist
Replenish my inner winner
A cynic, I've been intending to get the point like I'm ending a sentence

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn

F-f-flipping through the pages, itching for another protocol
Chasing one peace like a pair of overalls, overhauled
All the information until I become a know it all
Every verse you've heard from me is unique ‘cause I wrote em all
Overall, I'm really just neat, sh*t is cold and raw
Throwing salt onto your wounds and no it won't dissolve
Like my hatred won't resolve cause I f**kin' hate you, b*tch
This cycle goes in circles like a bowling ball

F-F-Figuratively speaking, I've been feeling really distant
From the figures who been fickle, I just bicker every weekend
I'd try killing for a deeper purpose
Feel like I'm been keeping too much weight upon my shoulders
Everyday, I feel like bleeding out my rage and through my soul
Display how I've been dealing with the pain, so I told 'em, "I'll maintain this way of dreaming"
C-Colder, now I'm older with this faithful way of thinking
I've been sinking in the deep end
Day to day,  I am still bringing what it takes to level up and keep the pace up, f*ck a paystub
Traits to raise the stakes that leave a trace upon each take
I record with every war inside my head, I could embrace
Work towards a better state, a mental state that's based
W-W-Wake up everyday with tension
I could ventilate with every record 'till I'm rest assured a taste of pure contentment
A semblance of a Heaven that's on earth that could let me in
Run these tracks, my recipes equal parts petty and deadly sin
B-B-Been to hell and back, avoid states I've already been
Sh*t reflects the fact these raps still have a steady grip
On filling all the gaps, record this shit till my sweaty skin
Demonstrates my wrath, I'm still scheming for a steady win
Disillusioned by bruises, chew the cud or my cuticles
I soothe infliction with diction and pharmaceuticals
Communicate my views to you, now I'm like Dr. Doolittle
T-T-Taking up center stage like a musical

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn (x2)

retribution.mp4 (or: the art of getting even in an odd world)

prod. by tengulovemoney

lyrics
My words immortalized from a mortals eyes 
Do more than describe the sky 
I paint demise ’till my minds black as night 
A fatal cycle, reside by the tide filled with fog 
Like I smoked a pack of lights 
Find no resolve 
I just indulge like a pack of wolves hunting down a snack 
A skull of wrath, but the fact is my life feels flat and dull 
Pack it up, I never backed things up 
I lack too much to cap this off with braggadocios lines
And so I catapult off Adderall 
I’d rather hope than drag and cope  
So, let us have a toast to the tragedies of the past before we start a new mass revolt 
I’ve mastered prose
This shit I wrote is rather dope 
That’s hammered home with rapid blows 
Spit smooth as a fucking satin coat 
I’ve been on the grind, I don’t have a second to spare 
On the regular, checking rhymes 
Developing all these lines 
Wrestling with my mind 
All the rest of you get behind me
Shits effortless, but I try to connect these joints like my spine 

I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 

The truth is, but a tool to make a truce with what I knew 
And truthfully the view is putrid, but proves to be a new muse
For rapping all this stupid shit
it’s lucid cause I drew it with a looseness 
I’ve been aloof since I was two 
Bitch, I’m too sick 
And if you only knew the lonely tempo of my tune 
Then you would too feel a semblance of my tension start to bloom
Like the sun at the start of June 
And some lines that I rhyme are doomed to confine thoughts my mind resumes 
To refine as the grind consumes 
My time ‘till I find sublime and bandaids for all my wounds
I’d give some kind of boost to speed up the rate that I could improve  
Find space to embrace the moon 
Taste the sweet resolve like fruit ‘till it spreads like scents of perfume 
And some new pleasure is induced 
My timid limits that prevent me from seeing shit through to fruition 
Fish for support in a war with malice and vengeance 
Ascending to higher plane fields 
A gentle mind, but I may feel
Desire to send you a brand new message like a maze field 
Use these words like a face shield, still my worth needs appraisal 
With all the self love I give, my mind can’t remain still  
Entertaining your shit  
Interchanging, then I drift into days of dread I exist 
I complain too much, I admit 

I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it

A LIFETIME OF LESIØNS

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by nightrdd & skinnydrag 
cover art by fxckjamie 

(Lyrics)

I cracked open the door to hell
I thought I would just take a peak 
But I released some demons and I turned into another freak
Im drowning in my guilt now any day im gonna have to sink 
Right down into the bottom tear apart my only way to speak
I’ve been losing sleep like every night now it’s a curse Im feeling helpless in my skin and I know soon I will reverse myself into a place I can’t imagine but I know it’s worse so I’ll just bite another bullet and just write a fucking verse 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
I’ll spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Always Staying apprehensive cuz I’m only seeing bad signs
All my thoughts are blurry, feel like I’m out of my damn mind
Think I’ll take my life but imma wait until it feels right
Shrouded by the dark still want to live to see the daylight 
I know I said it once but I’mma say it again I ain’t fucking around no I ain’t playing pretend
I bury all of my thoughts deep in the ground
I just wanna forget everything I found 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
Spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Another night that im high and loosing my sight
Act fine, out of line, trying to make it all right
Another light so bright that I failed to ignite 
But I ain’t bitchin despite 
Im always loosing the fight (x2)

MULHOLLAND DRIVE [PROD. NIGHTRDD & SKINNYDRAG)

MOBBS RADICAL - TERPSICHORA(PROD. R4ID)

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retribution.mp4 (or: the art of getting even in an odd world)

4ria

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