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Wither

iamjakehill - Phobetor

Prod. YCK, feat. soap. @soaped

Yeah you know what it is so be stepping aside
I haven’t really gave a fuck if I be dead or alive
So bite the bullet trigger pulling seek the end or beginning
Depends on how you’re looking at it until then I’ll be sinning
Descended in the portal no more juice in the flask
No use depending on the mortals ain’t the easiest task
I’m overzealous I’m heretical meeting an archangel
Viewing it from the heavens the humans that aren’t grateful
Taking the filth that we’re cleansing blood in we bathe I’m popping a benzo
Ridding myself of depression by taking my place inside of a deadzone
Need no coffin burials to soak the debris
These ceremonial rituals practiced down to a T
Lost track of the demons out of Pandora’s Box
Road into redemption coming after or not
I got the chains up on my flesh I’m in a liminal space
To rip the veins up out my chest look how we’ve fallen from grace

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Okay I’m taking the face from you when i walk in the room
Ain’t never debating, it ain’t on you why you act like a tool
I broke the data bank and it showing where you log in and move
IP address and now I’m next them existential ensue
And if I said it’s soon know I ain’t waiting for nothing
I been evading the public cause I ain’t faking  
And fuck it
It's all in my DNA there’s something keeping me from reduction
It doesn’t appeal to me the sucking up to deal with the funding
Won’t ever front for buck and won’t ever run for a bill
I’m at the front of the shuttle punching the blunt and a shill
evacuate em out the way I’m an
immaculate mill
I Turn em up into the dust when they in front of us, still
I don’t know what the fuck assumption that you held in your head
But really the fact is I ain’t running from nobody or dread
I face it every single morning when I wake in this mess
And I been breaking it's rebuttal since I frame my distress
Yuh

Empty the heavens the flooding’ll sink ships
Rain down the red and we covet the wings clipped
Flew close to the sun how the tales do tell
When we angered the gods with no lives to sell

Heretic

Icarus (feat. soap.)

Prod. Vasporo @vasporo x YCK

Dead brain and head banging getting fucking whiplash
Threat making steps taken checking then I dip fast
DESERTBOYS on the loose we up next
Say they will be needin an EMS
With a Visa we’re crossing stolen passport
You’re a has-been propped up in a glass fort
Soon to disintegrate no need to renovate
Saw that from the start and it’s happening anyways
I will obey anything the voice said
In my cranial space cause I can’t avoid them
Fucking lucid who’s the one assuming action
I’ll abuse it I’m choosing a new reaction
Lower back tramp stamp never been a class act
I’ve been too faded I can’t remember where my cash at
Sold it give me your number
I want somebody to see me this summer

Body’s cold and vacant
No organs left for takin
I am the revenant and it’s self evident
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch impenitent
Wanted by the state and
The safe houses been raided
51 50 PTSD
Never signing no treaty there ain’t no peace

Not a main character you just an extra
No need comparing when I’ll be the next up
Pop and alleviate all of my symptoms
I focus don’t deviate multiple incomes
And fuck it low IQ I could never slide through
Find a baby daddy pay the alimony like glue
Symbiotic at the core grabbing up whatever’s yours
Steady draining at the bank till you cannot anymore
New gen pussies starting protests
Outrage then engage the memo coalesce
Carpet of lies you ain’t marginalized
Cry me a fucking river ain’t a target of crimes
Everybody wanna be a martyr for some kind of benefit
And making living harder that’ll set another precedent
When you could get a case up out of taking our provisions
And been caught up in a circle governmental supervision

Body’s cold and vacant
No organs left for takin
I am the revenant and it’s self evident
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch impenitent
Wanted by the state and
The safe houses been raided
51 50 PTSD
Never signing no treaty there ain’t no peace

Revenant

Prod. YCK

Now the heat rise at the moment I arrive
And these fake motherfuckers taking notes so contrived
You won’t be like me you won’t be like us
DESERTBOYS made a ploy so the sun will guide us
Feeling unleashed boutta be starting carnage
Fuck a mixtape I’m throwing that into the garbage
Unoriginal spitting you burn those words
Unforgivable sinning you better heed this verse
Bitch I feel the percies they’re in my nucleic acid
What you do could never hurt me say I lie you say I’m capping
Knew I should’ve seen it coming people stay too tame for trapping
See me zooming at 130 41 two lanes I’m tapping
Attacking from the left catch me on the flippity flip
You ain’t part of any gang you ain’t got no drippity drip
Well I thought that you’ve been claiming you’re the big bad wolf
But I’ve come to find myself that you’re a big fat joke
Seeking attention seeking approval now they’ll be just the same
Second we’re pulling up better roll it up and the fucking ground will shake
No I don’t need a Grammy wouldn’t get snubbed if I don’t even care 
No I just need my family feeding me drugs to go onto a tear
They can attempt to beat me write em all off ain’t sign no treaties
Making these calculations I’ll be fading call me Archimedes
Stopping the broadcast I can’t hear a thing that’s said and sold
Propaganda to command em man this shit is getting old

Kick the door down light it up we air it out
We don’t give a damn it ain’t you we care about
Yeah we got the sound we’re the thing you wanna be
Fuck an industry we got the autonomy

Don’t try to crawl back try to reconcile
Need to beat a fucking case sold em out pending trial
You a rat but I’m cold blooded vision going thermal
In the night you the prey I’m in the dark nocturnal
Everybody’s got a fee and everybody’s got to pay
Planted puppet imma summon infidels by name
Gather round in a room and assemble to the damn board
But the offer’s in vain it’s until we fall on that sword
Behaving so duplicitous it might be a coincidence
I’d rather be myself and bathe in hate to die as infamous
The dam is overflowing to the streets from the Euphrates
Take the throne and rule the underworld I’m overthrowing Hades
Bitch you running and folding caught you up in the annulling
Half the shit you coming up with to move as art is damn insulting
Know what I’m bout fuck with no clout we in the middle of a drought
I’m the best the city’s offering and there ain’t no doubt
Angering A&R’s no one to offer play your cards
We don’t need em putting a hand in anything we made to start
No to a serfdom and restraining any personal decision
No to a chain of subjugation cause these pussies lack ambition
No redeeming qualities resort to being moochers
These executives have set it up to legally be looters
Laundering pondering flag the increased traffic
Become the plurality whittle certain demographics

Kick the door down light it up we air it out
We don’t give a damn it ain’t you we care about
Yeah we got the sound we’re the thing you wanna be
Fuck an industry we got the autonomy

What They Wanna Be

MVKO x DOE SLURP x IAN I-CEE - STRANDED

Cover art by: https://www.instagram.com/danzaro.jpg

DRIPPING RED

Prod. YCK

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

Lick a tab of acid
Hit the fucking blunt and pass it
Who said you could speak bitch I’m the one who you be askin
For the favors while you cater to a base that’s filled with kids
And you claim it ain’t a problem oh just wait until it is
Krokodil no appeal choosing fuck a bill
Slow to steal vote repealed come with something still
And I’ve been criticized for the Western culture
The Central Valley living so inhale the sulfur
Stocking the cabinet but check it later it’s bare
In the name of our savior don’t got a minute to spare
Couldn’t say that I’m religious but I’m more of a deist
And how does corporate hunger reign in the land of the freest
Nobody’s working to feel essential in wage
Wake up what will fundamentally change
But they don’t take responsibility or look to their peers
When they’ve contributed to trickle up their trail of tears

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

Kill criminal cops you villains or not
No filming blood spilling on ceilings the weapons I bought
In registries
Trill and I fought subliminal thoughts
You shilling for people they’re wanting and willing to lock
My pedigree
Ancestry’s descending the tree snaps
Branched out we the freaks now we relapse
5 5 9 by design we rely
Gotta be high the streetlights in decline
Head off the hydra but then another one grows
Sick at the sight of a cycle that’s been imposed
Without permitting the brief has omitted this overreaching
And I’ve begun to disregard just what the older are preaching
Never achieving what we on 
Not in this life and not aeons
DESERTBOYS are going up
A thing we agree on
You can deny but I’ve made it myself and the money I’ve made is a plus
You will not pray to a god for the helping you need when you come into us

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

House of Glass

[VAGUE]

You’ll know when I rise to the 6
Grabbin that knife and I’ll cut yo bitch
I’ll put you in a fucken ditch
Just listen
All that fucken talk is toxic
Holdin all your homies pockets
You don’t want the beef so homie stop it
Don’t wanna dig your grave, just drop it
Go home
Grab your gun and cock it
The reaper waiting by your fucken rottin corpse
Blood and flesh has stained the floor
But you said you that you wanted war
Thought I’d never find out
I’ll cut your fucken eyes out
Bein a bitch in the back
With a call out
Doesn’t matter what you say
Cause we all gettin paid
You once had clout but it all gone fade now
I’m stayin heartless in the mind just to play
All that talk you can’t relate
Just take a walk
You can’t complain
There’s a lot im leavin out
A lot of doubt you given out
So fuck your feelings
Here and now
We’re sick of dealin with these Clowns

[T.R.I.P.]

Pussy mothafucka wanna talk about our numbers
But we know that you the one who be hiding undercovers
Bitch boy
Better watch your mothafuckin mouth
When I pull up with a stick
Bouta take a nigga out
You lookin like typical mothafucka
That’s lookin for a handout
Shit there’s bouta be a man down 
Mama should’ve told you to never run your mothafuckin mouth
Now she gotta see you laying in a ditch now
You don’t wanna start no beef with me
You trying act hard, bitch boy you sweet 
You know what they say, that talk is cheap 
Depressed ass drunk boy trying to reach 
Watch yo fuckin mouth and your damn tone
Until we in person
Until then keep on suckin that dick
And keep on fuckin lurkin hoe
Mossberg pump to the chest
And I don’t give a fuck if i’m making a mess 
Lost in dark while I’m choppin up bodies
I do this shit blindly
The devils impressed 
Better think twice who you fuck with 
I can see through you posers you nothing 
Got your shitty name written on my black list 
If you wanna step up
You gon find out quick
That you ain’t shit

HEARTLESS [Prod. BLACK LIONS]

(prod.  Vez  · Bargholz · Nikola Tracks)

Life (feat. Faceless 1-7)

Demon In The Flesh

Tsunami J. & YCK - Tunnel Vision (Prod. Walt)

Minimum Wages (Only Gets Harder)

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❁ 
Lyrics & Music by Omer Netzer

Produced & Arranged by: Or Bahir 
Recorded and mix by: Ronen Hajaj 
Mastering: Batak Yechezkeli at Pluto Studio Israel 

Vocal, guitar: Omer Netzer
Guitar: Or Bahir
Drums and Hammond: Nadav Hoshea
Bass: Yiftach Shahaf 
Cello: Yael Shapira


Graphic art: Yoni Levy
photography: Yasmin Dar


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Soundcloud : https://soundcloud.com/omeretzer


Lyircs:
Maybe it's the wrong time
Maybe I was wrong
And I thought you were different
Babe,
So I gave you all
So I gave you all
So I gave you all.

I never cheated on you
But I can't tell the same on you
You were a bitch but I was kind
You played my heart but I don't mind 
You played my heart but I don't mind 

Couldn't love you more Though I 
And I am going to find another you

Going down the street again I'm 
ask the old man if he'd seen you and

And the answer was the answer I knew
You were long time Gone 

Couldn't love you more Though I 
And I am going to find another you

Maybe it's the wrong time
Maybe I was wrong
And I thought you were different
Babe
so I gave you all

Cause I couldn't love you more
And I am going to find another you

Cause I couldn't love you more
And I am going to find another you

Couldn't Love You More | Omer Netzer

Smoking in the backyard crash and I can’t start
Blunts to the face when I race like it’s nascar
Bitch I’ve been my own plug growing all my own drugs
Step into the dirt and I’ve been digging fucking bones up

Pretty fucking factual that I don’t like a casual
I’m winging all this shit I’m rolling deeper with no manual
Can’t see well you got glaucoma
Backing up quick put you in a glock coma

No one say let’s go out to fucking Fresno
I don’t needa bitch in my ear cause I said so
Say that I’ll be famous but I don’t think being less known
Making any difference I already made a deathnote

Drug composing I’m down and I’m feeling loaded
I’m smoking alone and hoping a fucker would toe to toe and
Fade that’s a fact no problem when I attack
So wack when they all rap but fuck it I made a stack

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I’m getting proceeds
I’ve been spilling codeine I’m a fucking dope fiend

Body bag zip zip blunts that I rip rip
Bet you went and fuckin told the cops little tip tip
Thinking that you big shit then you start to nitpick
Boutta meet up with your bitch fuck then I dip quick

Break a fucking vessel all my demons I will meddle with
Drugs up in my blood I pay the statement I will settle with
Ain’t a lot of rappers I can say that I be level with
Triple six up I be repping all the devil shit

Back vengeance ideas I fucking penned it
I’ve gotten all your attention I’m serving a time my sentence
Going never ending this money I want to spend it
Well I’m guessing that’s the benefit of federal pension

Locking em up I’m hopping a bump when I ride and swerve
Copping a cup I’m coughing it up now we tied in first
To me it’s so amusing they try me but I’m the master
I beat em into a pulp and I’m leaving a body tattered

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I’m getting proceeds
I’ve been spilling codeine I’m a fucking dope fiend

Lowkey II (낮은 키 2)

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Long long ago I burned the crops and bathed in ashes 
You so famished you so parched I took all the fucking rations
The rope around my neck ain’t cut me free from all my sins 
The gallows I will proudly die the afterlife’ll soon begin

Gone to insanity causing calamity
Hanging from oak I’m no one that you’d stand to be
Verbal atonement the scripture I wrote it
Take credit for sacrilege got no opponent 

Bragging bout clean slates pseudo intellect
Boutta take a fucking aim we got two up in the Tec
Better rep the set better show what you about
Bitch you better represent you better fake it for the clout 

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Five days ago I took the crops I set to flames 
I summoned spirits by my side I walk on water breaking chains
The belt around my wrist ain’t set me free from all the dirt
Inside my coffin I will rest my rite of passage out of earth 

Finding out where these motherfuckers hide
They’re feeding and leeching like a parasite
Ain’t getting no weaker I twitch I’m a tweaker
I sacrifice everything I am a leader

Skies blacked out but I’m seeing blood red
Wanna rain down lead but the clip’s drum fed
Castration of justice I know that you love this 
I know that you stalking whenever I publish

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Hazardous

Sacrilege

“I’d rather eat crumbs with bums, than eat steaks with snakes.”

DESERTBOYS

any inquiries/leasing: yck559@gmail.com

Icarus (feat. soap.)

YCK

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