riven - BEAT EM' UP

VOCALS:
@daycares
@hallownest

PRODUCED BY ME & @prodraccoonz

end of an era

##watchthestatic!

Spotify

##watchthestatic! (feat. sylveon, hallownest & raccoonz)

GLIQ FREESTYLE W/ BLANCHED ++

100%

8BALL

prod. estheticgloom

lyrics

I cant breathe 
too much smoke up in the air for me to see
too much smoke up in this site its time for me to leave
I can understand
cycle sighted in the trees

rifle light 
sr-25 in sniper green 

too much smoke up in my lungs 
dry heave
too much smoke up in the tunnels where I sleep

wake up and come back to earth
too much smoke up in the air for me to feel alert 
searching sewage soak my feet up the rivers worst
radiation place of plague until my liver hurts

but it still doesn't hurt enough 

night vision mud
lurker sewer movin tuff
mud up to my ankles suit and suture up 
deep 
creature even
eatin worse and fevered up

brick wall
radiated reapers touch
face emaciated 
pleading season eat and hush

I cant tell if that was real if my seeings fucked
I think I might've seen something up in the brush

and I still cant breathe 
my environment is black mold, and leaves 
my entire settlement is cracks, and bleeds
scorched earth 
sedimented ash and trees

sewer dirt mud bleed cancer 
blood teeth chemicals in reach 
seeking answer

night reap cold scene 
hands hurt
sighted in 
night vision weaponry enhancer

RANGE 2 ##BLACKMOLD (estheticgloom)

prod me

all i want is money aND My honey right by me
stickin to wut i know but idk shit that comfortz me 
crushed it put in ma nose i could take it but its the drip for me
ya music sound like trash how u outdated and trendy

we kno u really not like that
shitty trillerz ig chats
last year u couldnt even rap
in same place where yo heads at
u chasin shit that don't even last
savin shit like a weed bag
i pop out bitch like a knee cap
u my son and its sad to know that

yo fantasy life is so so
no i don't talk to broke hoes
new rule parta da bro code
i don't need rules i roll solo
u eat my crumbs while im gettin fat
think on it then i do my act
burn yo closet yo drips  ass
yo swag trash i wish i wore glasses

(im fucked up)
 my best friends my razor i cant hate her
(more drugs)
if u still on bullshit ima hav 2 see u later
9
if u don't like shit that i like boy u jus a hater
im not wit all dat talkin shit im an ALLIGATOR


spilt liquor on my new shoes
im sick and i feel used too
this the shit that i got used to
my life feel like YouTube
problems solved when i get the noose
Texas boy hit THa Foot Loose
im a kitty but ima catch u
don't take shit serious
20 bennys delirious
jed so damn mysterious
he took my girl and
dumped that bitch
i don't like this rap shit
yall know dat yall actin
get back to yo moms crib
yo rap career is fraudulent

WOKE AND MY ENVY WAS EATING ME UP 
I TOOK A SIP AND ITS BEATING ME UP 
BITCH IM TOO BAD U AINT MEETING ME YUCK
FLIPPIN IM STICKIN IM WEEDING ME 
CUT IT OUT LIKE I DID TOO MUCH OF IT 
I AINT REALLY GOTTA REASON I JUST GET TO SPEAKIN NIGGA FOR THE FUCK OF IT 
LOCK YO DOOR 
SAID HE INNIT THEN I WATCH EM FOLD 
NORMIE SAID I GOTTA ROTTEN SOUL 
CORNY NIGGA SAID I GOTS TO GO 
WHY I REALLY GOTTA GET  ATTATCHED 
TOLD EM THAT HE GOTTA INTERACT
COMMENTATING BOUT THE WAY I ACT
WONDER WHY I REALLY WEAR DA MASK 
ASKING WHY I EVEN WHERE THE MASK 
RED TO BLACK 

DONT KNOW WHY I KEEP CHANGING 
WHAT AM I CREATING 
ON THE MIC GO CRAZY 
U WONT LIKE MUTATING 


YOU CANT DO WHAT I DO 
ALL THE BLUE GO RIGHT THROUGH 

GOT ME TIGHT SHIT 
I DONT EVEN LIKE SHIT I
I DONT GO OUTSIDE shit 
IN MY ROOM THAT TYPE SHIT 
STAY UP SMOKING TWEAKING GEEKING THIBKINHG WHAT MY LIFE IS 
I MEANT THAT HOW I WRITE THIS 
SHOUT OUT TO MY WIFE 
I FEEL LIKE ALWAYS WASTING TIME 
THATS IM STAYING UP ALL NIGHT 
U JUST SOME CARDBOARD 
FUCK THAT NIGGA DAVE I HOPE DIE THAT SHIT IS CALLEDFOR
SAY WHY THE YEIN LOOKIN BLUE IN FACE 
STUCK IN A THAT HOLE SO I PICK UP THE PACE
THAT BOY WAS LEAKING LIKE NICHOLOUS GAGE 
PIZZA CUT EM I FUCK EM LIKE WHATE DID WE SAY 

SHIT I DONT KNOW 
AND WHAT I CHEW ANS SPIT OUT 
SAID SHUT UP 
SAID SHUT 

IM ALL LIKE WHAT U KNOW 

FUCK THAT SAID MUTATE 

DOWN 
BITCH BOW 
LOW TO SOUND LIKE A METRONOME 
TRIP BOUT SHIT NO LIP IM SICK IM

NOW LISTEN WOW 
HERE THAT SOUND WERE DIMENTIONAL 
SIT BACK STRIP AND LET THAT DRIP UR

MUtatiON

shoutout to sasha's dying aka shinechaser aka lil azathoth aka chicago's finest 4 the beats , thank u to saturn's lament for the mix. this was the final song to be completed for the album n it took me no time, which is awesome cause the song i scrapped in favor of this one took me like 4 attempts at re writing it and it just never hit at all lol. so this was clearly the better option. enjoy :P

lyrics//
can't even comprehend right now, damages critical
no room for pensive penmanship, aint no subliminals
when the grave is sayin your name u cannot resist the call
scraping the sink for powder you already did it all
all
oh no, watch the numbers fall
no heaven's gate, bring seven days of fire, fuck em all 
my heart aint but a ball of flesh, been rendered somethin small
so i've been reaching out to empty space and nothin calls
calls
calls back, dont pick up the phone
disconnected from the rest i guess i'm on my own
rippin vessels from my chest, i cut the fuckin flow
so no blood can ever get where its supposed to go
*insert funkmaster flex otis premiere sample*
TRAPPED
20 years old, i would go with the flow of the blow
nose deep in a bag of pills
i was walkin in a world so cold
i'd be lying if i said i wasn't trapped in still
barefoot, runnin laps for real
but if that blood hadn't spilled
it'd still be underneath my belt
metal on my waist like packin steel
i guess i should be thankful
i guess i should be grateful
i guess i should be so relieved 
no demons took these ankles
underneath the land i stand upon
and we still could be angels
and yet i'm not
my rotten flesh is stitched and filled with staples
i feel like killin label management and spillin blood
necrotic, rotten to the core, yall think i give a fuck??
spotify said fund the war machine, these rich boys run amok
my pip boy on my wrist, apocalypse, blot out the sun

IMPROVED BLOOD TEXTURES (prod. Sasha's Dying)

early bird gets the worm i woke up in robin jeans
never love a bitch, shawty tryna clip my angel wings
devo in the back pouring sprite, watch him make it pink
never running low on mana, magic is my alchemy

meet up with another one, think i saw u in my dreams
beater whip, windows down making out to chief keef
u can be my glo girl if u like my glo guys
cocaina fantasy, fell in love to strobe lights

chromehearts skull cap
retarded scumbag
call out, dont come back
jus show me ur not dead

making my way from the muddiest trench
might have fucked up, left my heart in ur bed
choosing my words from the songs in my head
singing you lullabies that dont exist

do u watch the birds bathe when theyre in the birdbath
if we had it her way this would be a bloodbath
did i have the matches or did i have the gas
i was back in emmas room, you were somewhere else
did i do it worse than some1 else
ik u like the pain thats why u like my blade

u make me feel im livin a
teenage dream 
the way u turn me on 
i cant sleep
lets run away and dont ever look back

I overdosed at the gathering of the juggalos in 2017, and all I got was this lousy shirt.

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