pity party! ft. 99zed (prod. jakeohm)

tear the moon out from the sky
the spectral cloak it separates
deny my reality
the only thought eviscerate
I dont need connections
if anything they just complicate 
passing through the void
I need some air my weapons ventilate
gorge your empty bellies on gallons of rotten fruit
getting sicker by the minute
you're too weak to pull the roots
empathy is not my game
I scrape you from the bottom of my boot
listen to my voice
I pull the hammer point the glock and shoot
watch the cars go by
call em shooting stars
buried under maple leaves my childhood
a thousand scars
mask up so I could just get away
and now I contemplate
do I even have a face
I might as well just dissipate
standing closer to the edge
I think Im on my precipice
blood soaked rags
hanging from my bones they resinous
hit the switch and let it blow
I wanna set a precedence
wear the mask a martyr
and I set off on my exodus
not the same person
that you thought I was in 2018
grew a little older
a little colder
down to brass tacks
where the stash at
didnt wanna flash that
but we passed that
built up for the combat
did you find it funny?
aint it kind of funny?
did you find it funny?
Ima catch you laughing

I Keep My Face Guarded

ELEGANCE IS ON MY TATs

TITS ARE OUT RIGHT ON MY SACK

IM FLICKIN BACK, GRANDMA TV ON THE STAT

MY PAYMENT LACKS, IM MAKING BARELY - EYES ARE ON THAT BEVERLY ->

EYES ARE CROSSIN  DAMSEL IN DISTRESS, BUT IM A SCARY G

MARRY ME, OH GOD I NEED YOU ON MY MATRESS, MISTRESS WITH WHIPPED-OUT BLACK LASHES

ON HER LIMBO BENDIN BACKSA, BDSMIN LIKE ACTRESS

I hit the hattrick

women are clackin aand Cluckin spit up on my cock

my h eight is honored by a god

Ima demi stricken hot

Im gone

Cut the devil let him out like fuckin megaphone

Im etchin in some cemetery shoot em in the zone

Trippin on whats necessarily packed up in the bong 

Making medical on mind Im feeling like im wrong

But im not

Im like a riff played under clock

Timing impeccable raps are so succulent palpable

scalpel go into yo buck, get buck, step  buck

Eleven steps from heaven I made it to cliff top of bodies I papped

Im making a mockery of all the fuckery, know you want nan of me but Im your god

IM GONE (PROD. SOUL)

CEMETERY TALK

SPLIT THEY HEADS LIKE MOSES w/ Reap x Eryxse x Mercy (prod. Requiem Cult)

what the fuck is this, litmas in my temple
wet a sharp bone
and stab you in your head throne
measure me -- my acid aint a deaf-tone
Im rising geotmetric now im breakin through the threshold
wait - did you hear me are you deaf hoe?
my silence is a weapon times it steps in with the get-go 
step back - got the chete for yo let go
you bleedin im behind you in a city that you cant found

huh - call me motherfuckin scriptz
I spell my name with the symbols deconstruct em with my lips
dangerous Language is my bitch - ticky ticky time clock the truth will start to shift
when you listen to my shit 
I'm like a nephadil - wraith white but Im straight light between the darkness hide behind yo lids evade night 
Other-realm is over you and you wait I - god is upper echelon you see it like it aint right

SHANGRI-LA (PROD. SPHYNX)

im the power you sought
look into scripztures and learn what i taught
im lookin to flex on this world i theory a lot
making a lot of good thoughts
i'm making the beautiful bop
cursed to the core, never out of mana, slut
vigorous, slitherous, im like gandolf on the slytherin, fuckin witchcraft yeah im livin in

dragged drugged up bodies on my past
----im a little bit of manic on depress
gonna never fault i do it to impress 
you can never know if its prison or a test
did you want to come and educaaaa
i got you cravin that fentanylll
drippin the blood from those medi-cuts
its fuckin severance of hatter cost
i hadn't done before but these drugs have got me standin
on a vantage point where i can view around the drags man 

im the madman, prince of darkness call me anti-sandman
manic awake can i eat that fake who wants to take my plan plan
i fuckin hate, these pre-madonna fad men, 
i got that fat-man, nuke for em you can see that im a sad man
a rad man, had it man - sex and pistols, keep em bound up im a glad man
these worshipers are so damn brittle, i break them and then can add them 
making them line up im making mandala of creme of the crop
you are my fans - so lets fill those boots and then take our guns and throat blades up  to the top 

im the power you sought
look into scripztures and learn what i taught
im lookin to flex on this world i theory a lot
making a lot of good thoughts
i'm making the beautiful bop
cursed to the core, never out of mana, slut
vigorous, slitherous, im like gandolf on the slytherin, fuckin witchcraft yeah im livin in

RUPTURE-FLOW (PROD. SPHYNX)

New mix and cover art!

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I CAN HEAR IT IN THE WALLS

SYMBOLS ALL JUST START TO FALL

IM ALONE AND I DONT WANT

just A TASK WHERE I BECOME

Im a left-doll , never even

right has my nina steamin

I can cut em off like I'm feeling bubbles in  simmered leisons

I stretch and let em on - the hook is where I never leave  in

evil demon? nah man I'm more than that im a fuckin streamin treason

Yeah - I'm addicted to showing off these fucking temporal guts

I do surgery but I cut with  a threaded sword you never saw

golden silence in my mother fuckin vision in it shaw

It starts to dawn on you that I am never off Im never wrong

Im not like congress

Im a kong man

Fuckin conman...

Do you haul this?

What I mean is can you carry more than a personality tight??

Identity is nothing if you cant do something right 

With your life, with that knife - it doesn't cut itself, so FIGHT

THIS IS LIKE - YOUR CALL TO LIGHT - SO IM TELLING YOU

THIS RIGHT, YEAH this motherfuckin right, you know you have it but you wite

But you need to fuckin write -  ease into the pitch moonlight 

If im mistaken and you're bound to world the call me fuckin plight - but I know you know that I know more than you and you kno that I am right 

so listen to my dance, proof is right before your sight 

I'm the kind you want to be so learn from the     steps I leave inside

PARASCOPE (PROD. FANCYJ)

Lyrics:

Bloodshed fallin like rain
Got a blade on my side
More pain more death 
More stains on the glass I’m faded
Sick of life
Man I’d rather be fading
Spirit long gone 
I’m done
Yall painted
Marked by the first of the dead
Undead samurai aye mane 
That’s Ronin
Blood on my sword
Make way for the king
I’m lord
If you ain’t gonna bow 
Turn putrid 
Down inside my basement hoe
Got a pile of these bodies
And they rotting
Festering inside 
Got the maggots devour the flesh from their eyes
Fuck all you
Get em wit the .45
Fall to the ground 
Pop a mag just to make sure
Stab em twice 
Dump they ass in the River Styx
Never gon find yo way into the afterlife
Sunken and lost for eternity 

Walk up wit a crowbar
Bash in yo brain till there’s stains on my face
Mane
Corpses in my closet
Turn to skeletons and I don’t give a fuck
If yall gon find em
We got firearms and dark charms
Magickally raising up the dead
Army of these fuckas feasting flesh
They never stop
When the dead grow cold
Lead em to the shore
Deaths door stands awaiting
See the light shine Nevermore 
Aye mane
Fuck I’m gonna do wit a bitch boy
Chain em to the wall
Rip they jaw off quick
Let em struggle to breathe as they drown in their blood 
As they try to speak 
Spilling out a fuck boy guts
On the concrete
Lined in chalk
A body bag here on standby
DOA and bloated
Bursting open let the locust swarm free

DOOMED [prod. Undead Ronin]

ELEVEN ANGELS
THEY WANT ME TURNIN GREY MAMA
SENDIN THREATS UP TO MY BROTHER OUT THE STAIRS LIKE WASSUP 
I KEPT ON FUCKIN WITH DEVIL IMA SAY WHAT I WANT
I TOLD EM GIMME WHAT YOU GOT ILL LET YOU BOIL IN BLOOD

IM IN TO ROTTEN NAGASAKI BOMBIN ROCKIN WITH ABOMINATIONS
HOLLA OFF OF THAT VODKA WITH A REDBULL
IM ELATED 
BITE DOWN LIL MAMA I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MISSIN 
DROP YO BLOOD DOWN ON A SIGIL WHILE I RECITE INCANTATIONS

TAKE A LOT I TAKE IT OFTEN AINT NO TELLIN WHERE IM AT
THATS AN AWFUL LOT OF PROBLEMS KEEP MY HEART EMOJI BLACK
I DONE TOLD YOU BOUT MY POSTURE KEEP IT STEPPIN WITH SOME CLASS
BEEN A HEATHEN SINCE FOREVER NOW I CHARTER ALL OF MY FACTS

DEVASTATION
LET THE FLAME FLICKER TO THE BEST SELLER 
BREAK LETTERS 
AINT NO HELEN KELLER I SPIT ANY WEATHER
SICK FELLA
I CAN DO IT BETTER WATCH EM GETTIN FED UP
WAKIN UP WITH A FEVER SMOKIN UP DUST OF ANY COLOR

NONE AMONG US
I THINK YOU PUSHED THE NUMBERS ENOUGH
LET IT GO I KNOW YOU TRIPPIN OUT THE CANON YOU CUT
THE STATS CALL IT 
IM WAY BEYOND THE BEST THAT YOU GOT
AND ILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU FALL OFF ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP

BLACK FUNGUS IN MY LIVER HOPE YOU AINT AFRAID TO ROT
PUT ME IN AN INSTITUTION BUT I STILL BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS
SICK MEDULA OBLONGATA FILL MY BODY UP WITH WOP
OFF THAT FETTI GETTIN PETTY ACCUSTOMED TO THROWIN SHOTS

BLOODY HANDS MY PALMS HAD BEEN GRIPPIN DOPE
BETTER PUSH UP ON A STANCE 
GOD KNOCKIN AT THE DOOR
I BEEN LOOKIN FOR THE LANCE 
BASILICA NEVER KNOWN
BOY YOUR VISION MUST BE FADED TO THINK THAT THEY SAVIN SOULS

FROM THE BACK OF MY BLADE 
TO THE DOPE I SMOKE
TAKE MY GRACE
FROM THE SINS I SEW
THIS ANA AINT A PHASE
WITH THE SON OF SAM TONE
I BEEN CHALKING OUT YOUR PRAISE 
CHECK YOUR HALO AT THE DOOR

HEATHEN (prod. ARAGOTH)

LETHAL LEAPFROG (feat. 99zed & Odiato)

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SPLIT THEY HEADS LIKE MOSES w/ Reap x Eryxse x Mercy (prod. Requiem Cult)

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