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Post by satanic alliance on Thu Apr 03, 2014 12:12 am

Yes I will, I was going to do the full album eventually... ill get this one tho. anyone have the new Jak release they can send me, im in the process of moving and my bank account is cleared out

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Post by satanic alliance on Sat Apr 12, 2014 1:31 am

Fromthedeep wrote:
satanic alliance wrote:im working on mudwork now, any requests which ep I get next?

It's not an EP but could you do Perverse suffering? I'm really curious about the exact lyrics of that song.



Yo
I swear these kids clone-proof and read
These audiences is computer geeks
I murdered a Worcester family one night
And stood in the house rocking Judas Priest
I'm like Ted Bundy in a rave with glowsticks giving brunettes E's
Generation X slacker, don't give me that, who is he
The most famous suicide, soon to be
My name ring bells like shooting shooting speed
Compulsive, my room is neat
In bloom I talk to a corpse like
I promise will go away on vacation, just you and me
And what movement scene
Underground rappers dead
Come to my show, I hope you boo and leave
You could call me engine head, diesel fuel machine
Osolating defilant fan blades spittin' uber heat
And if you think what I spit, then you're dead
Like I smell like a groupie's perfume in heat
Smothering the scent of shoveling cubic feet
I showed up to the show in a gown with wristbands
Slit hands, pass me the dips man
Supercoven, I waive the Gonzo fist flag
I get chicks man
I go out my wingman is a bottle of chloroform and a dishrag
I'm a young prince, crystal shit, touch chicks, and xanax hole
Moon ring blacker than spoon bottoms I stashed at home
I'm so gone the Earth stands to clap at shows
Acid magic, white rabbit flow
Dust tabs and coke
Chaos, witchcraft occult
Cross country, yellow punch buggy
Crumb on plasic spokes
Handcuffs, nylon, mask and rope
Violent satanist
Addict rap, brag of dopes
I think I suck, but you're not half as dope
I have no soul


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Post by satanic alliance on Sat Apr 12, 2014 1:33 am

(that is certainly wonderful art...)

If I snap everything goes black
I wake up holding clapped teeth
You get stabbed for disrespect
I'm not a rap geek
Buck shots blast these
Pellets spread and hit his face like acne
When you rap you look like seagals circling over trash heat
That means you trash weak
You get knocked out the ring like Jerry Hackney
Strapped, black tee, Ronald Regan mask
Black mag-e, tucked under black jeans
I go deep and spit black ash like a coal miner with black teeth
If you in the whip, I'll strangle you to death from out the shadows of the back seat
I'm a psychopath, Under ??? psyche staff couldn't pass me
If I lose I'm in your crib quiet as a gas leak
Gas can and rag sparked I light the match streak
I'm locking us all inside, I don't care if the fire traps me
The sun is gone I think I'm just happy

Everyone focus in 3D
I'll make shows look like Saving Private Ryan
The opening beach scene
If you never peeped me, you're all sleepy
I'm a beast, I thrash the scene easy
I'll put a drumset through your TV
I'm on that dope shit, BG
Hot boy, under strobe lights like the Bee Gees
I'll spray aerial application in your faces
You get dusted off like DDT
Torch him like tiki
Close range, melt the whites of your eyeballs to hot cream cheese
And everybody strapped in jungle, wylin out with the contras
I'm mad bonkas, punches lean his craft, Labomba
Try to strongarm this, I armstrong kids like Lisanda
My whole family tied mobsters, all hot and honor
On your girl's face I bust like a lobster
For life around bars, like I'm locked up









(You're smoking another product of our undersea farm.  These cigars are made from seaweed.)
(Well they sure taste like the real thing.)

I burn and dip stress, off the hook
Just started battling, but murdered the diction
Got bodies off the book since '93
Cops finally unearthling victims
Rappers found bleached in bathtubs in detergent strigant
Some end up converted and turned to christians
My church is wicked, my goons actual physical beings
Who finger imprints
Or throw your head down your front steps like Lincoln
I'm a beast
Some scientist sage, I get apithakis linkage
You get left slumped in a Plymouth
Front seat, dead for sixty minutes
Eyes open, showing teeth
Two bullet holes in your cheek
Icepicks still in it
My bars postal
I'll clip him, like Tommy DeSimone
When he was fucking livid
Beat your head in so bad, your hair sticks to your fitted
I'll give him the business
Carry your head around in a duffelbag, like a gymnist
Fuck the trash talk, I'd hate me too, I'm back balled
The lights are on but I'm clapped off
I get bars like last call
Front, I'll knock your front to the asphalt
I snap wack rappers backs like I can snap straws
Back off, I'm seeing mirrors in fast forward
Eat this kid's face like bath salts
I spaz, I hope you end up dead in a bath offed
Critics and legends, goblins watching this
Smoke that choke and stay wetted
All haters please judge me and hate
I got Jonestown punchlines, come and get it
Fuck the attention, I love the tension
Cult leader, possessed reverand
I'm an oddity, so honor me
I'll skin you and wear your skin in front of you
Like what you think about this (my) new outfit, no honestly
This gun is in a model, a novelty
This glock will leave his roof pushed back like a model T
I hand out acid and capped bottle ink
I lay low like Tupac in Greece, not for me
With an oil lamp my shadow boxes me
I'll turn this show to a circle pit, everyone mosh with me
I'm higher than being in a spy-plane, cockpit, poppin' E's
I pop out like eyes on a crushed head
Mushed leads pull the ox out
My heart big enough to pull an ox plow
So this is hip-hop now (wow)
A bunch of players standing around like a lockout
Hay bailing punches to leave a cow knocked out

(Get ready to descend. Down. Down we went.)









Yo
Gather around children, it's storytime
Fuck it, no time for it
I knock throats and tie organs
My goons aiming at you
With more different size metal tools than a back of a pipe-organ
I'll fight for this
You high, if not it's pride, it ain't worth trading your life for it
If we battled on a rooftop handcuffed to eachother
We'd both lose, I'd dive off it
I hope you cop my CD to do a line off it
Yellow tape, blue barrels, sirens and feds
Get back, watch these heads crack
Fuck all these bloggers and web raps
I'll slit his throat and pez his head back
I'm fired up like the Pentagons west branch
Tie him up, hang him from his neck fat
Like a lion's cub
Iron bust, blew his head up like a Mets cap
I'm a perv, she twerked, I get that
Your sket can suck my seret til she stret gag
And spit it back in her friend's stretched ass
I look like every radical Muslim ?? ??
That would off themself in the end, before the feds can

I got a cult
We camped armed, outside with more cans, than a can food aisle
Visually impaired, I go ham and wild
Sociopathic, manic herence, incoherent style
I'll burn him alive like Salam trials
Heath Ledger his mouth
Raise his edge up, tear a smile
I'm at hemp festivals on DMT scared
Asking to spare a vile
Everybody relax, eat your snacks
I gotta get some shit off
You posers want props
I'll axe these axe
And cut wigs off
Pose their bodies, and prompt their heads in a mix board
Get it, head is twitchin'
Like mustard gas effects on Cambodian villages after six tours
Chainsaw rip chord, I'll Gainesville rip yours
I'm killing people to get off
I'm not trying to get daps, or make a hit song
I'm a machine, punches hit like a city buzz hitting a brick wall
They'll need motor and soldering irons to fix jaws
Medication, my scripts lost
I sound wicked like hammers banging a flip cross


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Re: Jak Tripper fan page / lyrics

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Post by satanic alliance on Sat Apr 12, 2014 2:07 pm

nice, thanks man

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Post by satanic alliance on Sat Apr 12, 2014 2:34 pm

Blood of Sinatra

Charle Sheen Bars


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Post by satanic alliance on Sat Apr 12, 2014 2:37 pm

Strapped, black tee, Ronald Regan mask

fire chariot

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Re: Jak Tripper fan page / lyrics

Post by Fromthedeep on Mon Apr 21, 2014 12:34 pm

satanic alliance wrote:
Fromthedeep wrote:
satanic alliance wrote:im working on mudwork now, any requests which ep I get next?

It's not an EP but could you do Perverse suffering? I'm really curious about the exact lyrics of that song.



Yo
I swear these kids clone-proof and read
These audiences is computer geeks
I murdered a Worcester family one night
And stood in the house rocking Judas Priest
I'm like Ted Bundy in a rave with glowsticks giving brunettes E's
Generation X slacker, don't give me that, who is he
The most famous suicide, soon to be
My name ring bells like shooting shooting speed
Compulsive, my room is neat
In bloom I talk to a corpse like
I promise will go away on vacation, just you and me
And what movement scene
Underground rappers dead
Come to my show, I hope you boo and leave
You could call me engine head, diesel fuel machine
Osolating defilant fan blades spittin' uber heat
And if you think what I spit, then you're dead
Like I spell like a groupie's perfume in heat
Smothering the scent of shoveling cubic feet
I showed up to the show in a gound with wristbands
Slit hands, pass me the dips man
Supercoven, I waive the Gonzo fist flag
I get chicks man
I go out my wingman is a bottle of chloroform and a dishrag
I'm a young prince, crystal shit, touch chicks, and xanax hole
Moon ring blacker than spoon bottoms I stashed at home
I'm so gone the Earth stands to clap at shows
Acid magic, white rabbit flow
Dust tabs and coke
Chaos, witchcraft occult
Cross country, yellow punch buggy
Crumb on plasic spokes
Handcuffs, nylon, mask and rope
Violent satanist
Addict rap, brag of dopes
I think I suck, but you're not half as dope
I have no soul



Thank you man, you are awesome!

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Post by Ubereem on Mon Apr 21, 2014 5:06 pm

So good to read the lyrics.
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Post by lisanap1988 on Sat Apr 26, 2014 3:25 pm

Iron Door
Album: Underneath a Blak Church Track: 01

Clang, bang, clang went the big iron door
They put me in a cell with a concrete floor

Heavy dope, my veins closed
Waco shit, yeah, farmhouse cult
Barracaded in, cables rigged
Trenches dug, grenades, 806
Behead the basilisks, flame closed fist
Two teks, red tee, denim, bayo tip
I'll burn your crib down and take both kids
Heavy dismemberment, gruesome DeFeo hits
That shit in your girl's face, that's Dago spit
I'll go and get merks like colonial Troutman
Burnin' ounces, stomach turnin', I'm hurlin' mushroom sprouts
Off of cow shit, holy mountain
Some fans caught the hangin' fever quick
Sheets are skins, bleached and dipped into ether bins
Keep her sick, choke the fear out of her and then beat it in
Every one of my ex's haven't been seen since
My whole steez smell like Scott Peterson

Clang, bang, clang went the big iron door
They put me in a cell with a concrete floor

My femicide patients, potential serial rapists
Dequarter (???) house vagrants with restraining orders
Sexual harrassment cases, ditchin' outpatient
On heavy neuroleptics on food markets, sedated
Come outta your place and it's red laces pullin' ya eyes like lasix
Brain sick like Jane's hicks, disect every bitch I dated
I shove stnes in their ribcages to weight it down
Under the mud and lake beds, we breakin', home invasions
Barbitol in mason jars, liquid cases, dish gloves and aprons
Lucifer cape, symbols of Satan, shotgun cases
Bodies bent outta shape like double-jointed placement
Left them naked, but kept the girls anklet
My work colder than Anchorage
Can't stop creation, I mostly create when
I sleep, I awaken to exploded pens and filled pages
I'll climb up on you like a caveman
With a piece of cyborg and cave your face in

Clang, bang, clang went the big iron door
They put me in a cell with a concrete floor

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Post by satanic alliance on Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:20 pm

thank you lisanap for that ! and nightmare for all the corrections !
im gonna continue with this next week, ive been busy as shit, ill have some free weeks in between employment to knock some more projects out

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Post by Fext on Fri May 23, 2014 12:56 pm

Jakprogresso & DJ Camo - Start Of The Album
Album: Corsican Brothers

*Estimated in the last two hours, three million people have moved out along the roads. Bizarre. ??? river park ways still kept open for motortraffic. Both bridges of long Island hopelessly jammed. All comunication with Jearsy Shore closed ten minutes ago. No more defences. Our army's whiped out. Artillery, airforce, everything whiped out.*

Yo it's like...
Look kids! I'm the coolest to trip with
I think the acid did it
I just ingested some hashbrownies and 'shrooms with it
I've been trippin' for the past 68 minutes
My body in halflotus postposition
I left my shell during astral travel, my spirit lifted
Above pine trees and over the highest snow covered clifftips and mountain ridges
Breez blowing my hair back
I'm levetating floating orbs and ???
The shaman in the kitchen
I warpaint my face like ??? tradition
I studied the breeds of hallucinogens and psychedelic religion
I'm like "6 Feet Deep" meets Nirvana's "Bleach" on heavy hallucinogenics and blotts
A beach boy, I rented a yacht
Strange brunettes then lay 'em down, lay next to 'em and watch
I'm a monster like Edmund Kemper standing next to the cops
Corsican Brothers volume one
Conjoint Twins on the tripple sun

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Post by Ubereem on Fri May 23, 2014 4:03 pm

Fext wrote:Jakprogresso & DJ Camo - Start Of The Album
Album: Corsican Brothers

*Estimated in the last two hours, three million people have moved out along the roads. Bizarre. ??? river park ways still kept open for motortraffic. Both bridges of long Island hopelessly jammed. All comunication with Jearsy Shore closed ten minutes ago. No more defences. Our army's whiped out. Artillery, airforce, everything whiped out.*

Yo it's like...
Look kids! I'm the coolest to trip with
I think the acid did it
I just ingested some hashbrownies and 'shrooms with it
I've been trippin' for the past 68 minutes
My body in halflotus postposition
I left my shell during astral travel, my spirit lifted
Above pine trees and over the highest snow covered clifftips and mountain ridges
Breez blowing my hair back
I'm levetating floating orbs and ???
The shaman in the kitchen
I warpaint my face like ??? tradition
I studied the breeds of hallucinogens and psychedelic religion
I'm like "6 Feet Deep" meets Nirvana's "Bleach" on heavy hallucinogenics and blotts
A beach boy, I rented a yacht
Strange brunettes then lay 'em down, lay next to 'em and watch
I'm a monster like Edmund Kemper standing next to the cops
Corsican Brothers volume one
Conjoint Twins on the tripple sun

I'm levetating floating orbs and apparitions
The shaman in the kitchen
I warpaint my face like Iroquois tradition
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Post by Fext on Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:48 pm

Thanks man!

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Post by Zilla on Sun Sep 14, 2014 2:22 am

can anybody give me a example of some hard to get, smart jak lyrics, like a decoding of a line,since some have been sayin hes deep and shit, like he himself on some songs.i havent gotten in to decoding some of the stuff that sounds like gibberish when your just listening to it

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Post by satanic alliance on Mon Dec 21, 2015 10:34 pm

Not sure if anyones on here still.. anyways I got bored and went back at it
ENJOY

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Post by satanic alliance on Mon Dec 21, 2015 10:35 pm

LYSERGIA



In general, if one compares a set of neighboring paths, the phases or positions in the cycle will differ greatly.  This means that the waves associated with these paths will almost exactly cancel each other out.

(Orange marmalade, made from some sweet juicy Valencia oranges.)

It was relatively straight forward to calculate the allowed orbits and more complicated atoms, and even in molecules, which are made up of number of atoms held together by electrons and orbits that go around more than one nucleus.

(If you could taste the sun.)

Very much between paths and waves for these paths will not cancel out.  Such paths correspond to Bohr's allowed orbits.

(Orange marmalade.)

Some marmalades get some of their tang from added flavoring.



Oh Mother Earth, we praise thee that wicked seed springith. That flower wilt and unopenith.  That grass growith soaked scarlet.  We praise thee for winds that whisper through the dead birch, through the whore frost spitten pines.  With these hollow consecrated cannons, I take life with a mighty oak, ogma.

I'm sparking wicked
Tremors like Parkinson symptoms
Euthanize my fucking brain with arsenic liquids
Til you die sleeping and smoke like arson victims
Fuck marketing, I'm heard all around the Earth like HAARP descriptions
These voices hard to live with
Heart is skipping
Bad heart condition
From grinding all sorts of hard and sniffing
Been on so many sheets I feel like I'm in a perpetrated cartridge prison
Start war, leave cop car doors kicked in
This punch will hit your chest so hard I'll knock your arms off with it
You can't shoot a punch, if I threw you a gun you couldn't hit a barn door with it
Fuck rap, I unwrap lines like a yarn ball spinning
I chalkboard bitches
My face war painted like a Dark Lord Sith
Rip off his face make a dartboard with it
I'm really retarded, just smart enough to make an art form with it
About to shit on all these artists like German hardcore bitches
You get housed like H.H. Holmes
I flip voodoo ounces
I'm seeing serpents and rainbows
Spikes in my face like the Dervish
Serving in flame though
I mean fire circles under black churches of stained oak
Cloud immersed
Levitate foes
I circle breathe in a Pacific ring of volcanoes
These cats money tossing, flossing white and H
I'll leave you slumped in a Porsche and drive away
Dump whores in hideaways, but always dismember the corpses right away
Step forth, I spark metal like forks in a microwave
I'm out man
Fuck what you heard, my shit's raw
After I'm done they all turn to elm




"Man I thought we was all capitalists.  Free enterprise, ya dig?"

[Jak Tripper]

Yeah, hey yo ah about to dump one off in this receptacle.  We up at the church.  Psychedelic furs.  Me and Box we dump em off, dump.. dump em off in receptacles.

Yo (man)
Fuck all these thugs and super writers
Come witness Christ's birth
I pick up hitchhikers
Strangle them to death just to get pumped before cyphers
Slayer in a snake pit surrounded by vipers
I come out with a reptile tongue I collected on a necklace made from barbwire
I'll die the truth like Phil Schneider
You're all liars
Up close to moss burns, set both of our clothes on fire
I'm sick, certified ??
Pills in my hand looking like Mike & Ike's
I'm seeing chaplets and white stars
Crush white parts
My pocket full of rubber like digging sites are
I'm weirder than my rhymes are
Lizard face the dome make your eyes part
Dark side like Mars
I was fetused in a formaldehyde jar
When I'm in circles I strike hard
These emcees are like frightened seal colonies on the rocks
I'm a circling great white shark
I literally cannibalize opponents spines
Fuck the fine arts

[Boxguts]

Keep flow with no brakes kid
Modes change quick
Deep oceans spraying when we soak your stage it's sick
Abyssal fish tanks loaded with bangers kick
Splash like mantis shrimp breaking out of glass cages
Choking on a pack of rigid razors
Full of ass nasty flavors
Scripts slashed drinking the cold blades in
Other folks just sat there gazing
Erase wasted as your tattered spattered soul raises
My natural rap faces when spitting some deranged heat high
Looks as graceful as John Merritt doing a swine dive into a meat grinder
That's amazing
?? hollow out your vaginas
Fat stash Box up in the guts
Boxgut's stuffing the muck
And skeet by firing nuts
Defiling muffs
Disgustingly degrade these shining cuts
I love to crush their slimy linings up






(I want you to take the Frankenstein shit, the deer shit, the Green Monster, the bling, and the bling-bling, and I want you to roll it all into one joint. "No one's ever been brave enough to try that." One man is. Roll it.) [Alex from Grandma's Boy]

[LoDeck]

Jak.  Sprinkle a little bit of vodka on top too.  Light it up.  Hahaha, I've done it.  Heavy right, bet you a hundred.

Step into this, what you call business
Convict kindergarten
And frequent mic visits daring me to handle this
Holy scam like evangelist
Converting 42 virgins
Such a terrorist, please no cameras
I wrote this misquoted paragraph when telegrams were still buzzing
Getting head in Belvedere, my cock playing stunt husband
I held it in til I thought Evelyn Lim
Add another sin
The phantom chime's anonymous organ notes
I shine like J.P. Morgan's volts
Amongst the dull and comatose
Still kicking, blowing powder off wigs
I blow minds like Lincoln
Free thinking, free range chicken breast licking
Shit's complex like repressed strippers
I splash the money shot and write advice for the little tippers
Transform the g-spot under a sycamore
Do you remember
Fuck a thrift shop, I'll spend my 20 at a liquor store
Then wake up groggy in a new Bugatti
Tapping on a politician's whore
Dude I'm so Illuminati
Lifting the curtain to a devil's orgy
I'm sure Picasso saw the exact same
Knee deep in slime, can you make out my name
Bitches make out at this party rocking Beliebers to the door of death
Your battery's spent, go next
I pass like Ervin
Fuck your head up worse than Jordan in a Laker jersey
I'm rarely heard like secret service thru the walkie-talkie
When it all hits, intense bliss
Asking who the fuck is this
During your very first kiss, inventiveness





"So you want me to explain myself?  Is, is what. well.."
"Well yeah, I wish we had the time now. Ahhh, I'll tell what we'll, ahh we'll get some crushed ice for him, and then we'll do a commercial and when we come back you just tell us what you were up to, and then we'll visit about other things. Alright?"
"Okay."
"Okayy."

Burner to your bean-cake (what up)
Laser beam range
Or banana split your wig three ways
Walker crematorium
Bodies I catch I cremate
Black robe, Bull Sky lodge is where the beast stays
I'll leave you face-down in the sand, flies and fleas came, gutted
Insides left outside on a beach day
We're where the thieves lay
So many unmarked sparking at your apartment, you'd think the D's came
Those skeezes you saw on my arm, E weight
Bellies full of bombs like decay
They're under my house, decayed
You can smell the decay
I called out scenes, I want what Meeks made
I congregate black mass
And shoot thru the stee in this pusher's brief case
Fuck clubs, bunch of posers rolling like a Greek play
All I spit is heat flames, I'm starving
My appetite you don't feed sea grain
I'm on the grind underground digging ditches
Back whipped with my feet chained
Arm out the car amp, waving at your fam, that's a heat wave
Slide open the van door, heat aimed
Twelve deep, my whole team blaze
Let off like a gang of bats out a deep cave
Trees ketamine stained, I can't seem to keep the heat straight
I straight clean space in your attic with a large caliber .38
I'm a creep offbeat, I cut up teens, I can make three eight

Distorted surreal
Deprivation a pill
Near death experience the thrill
Wrote my will
Brave new world look what I build
Tryptamine spilled
Peruvian torch, I'm San Pedro on the hill
[Repeat]

Feds sweep lakes, finding fiends taped
Corpses smelling like cigarettes at free base
My face in a magazine page
I want Garland Greene fame
I once wore a woman's head as a hat driving across three states
Paranoid 'cause of the sheet's strength
On the run from government psychics like Dream-scape
I'll put you to sleep on ice while the silence 9 give your dreams skates
I tweak, slap your hat beak straight
I replace your eyes with mirrors, and send your reflection off under God's green plains
Punches strong enough to lean weight
My swag made me a king that bitches fan and feed grapes
Pulled out her tongue, licked it, licked off the E paste
How does E taste

Distorted surreal
Deprivation a pill
Near death experience the thrill
Wrote my will
Brave new world look what I build
Tryptamine spilled
Peruvian torch, I'm San Pedro on the hill






(Look...It...Must be the monster....)

[Boxguts]

All aboard the big city ship wreck
Where newly born roaches pawn through and hatch
Local grasshoppers in the rodent farm grew too fast
Insects comb over your dome and open a roof hatch
Poke holes in your attic if y'all don't move back
Boat in a liquor river skip or floated off a blue craft
Holding up a dab of that ooey, blowing on gooey packs of wax
Focused on tombs, we're doper than boom bap
The dosage flood of my system could drink sober your juice rap
Patron lump liver not knowing where to puke at
Floating over the edge, toking on foreign pruned hash
Jolted off an ice coffee more potent than blue glass
Toasted buzzer smoke barbecue cats
Wrote this, had my piglet's skin, poking forks thru fat
Cloak of bloody feathers under crows who flew laps
Voltage fills my molten core and open to use that
Roads covered in my spit-up, flows will floor and zoom past
Swung focus, break our pads
Cold ?? and goose eggs
Toad stumps getting bigger
Oh growing shrooms, true that
Toads cuts your shins like goats in a hooves match

(Look...It...Must be the monster....)

[Jak Tripper]

How you want it powder forms, liquid solvents or rock piece
Either way your boys'll have to watch me eat your insides
While you half alive like Osso ??
No frogs eating half alive in Japan with rice grains
I hype stage
More bars than a bike frame
I chuck a knife aimed like a gun-store in the back of a Rite Aid
I'm bugging, like Smokey dusted in that chicken coop on Friday
I'll send his head at the flight and make his staff lean
Like Patsy Cline's plane
You die, curtains close, credits role then lights fade
We rush your crib for drugs like an FBI raid
I'm like Canseco blasting white 'caine
'84 heavy juicing, no pill usage, mainline veins
Stick a hook in him, he's live bait
I murder blind dates
Then come to shows the same night looking shook like my rhymes faint
Here's the difference, I'm a genius, ????
Human genius, I'm a beast, primate
Me, great white eight, drifter from the high plains
I put six in one grave dug
Eight by eight, bodies buried
Packed like sardines kissing, face by face
Plus I school shootings in the day
In a K-hole spinning, spray a round
Your grave the ground, you'll be getting dressed up laying down
Hit you so hard you'll need speech classes to make a sound
Who's crazy, just escaped, got changed out of a patient gown
You talking to a satanist
At a baptism, shaking hands while the baby drowns
Keep a distance, evil wicked
Two piece his wig, even split it
Heathen with it
Swallow emcees
You can see their sneaker imprints pushing out from inside
You can hear their muffled screams and kicking
Yeah

(Look...It must be the monster)





"I haven't been able to find any new names, but as I came around the corner of some forest to a high mountain I saw a little house.  Part of the house a fire." [an excerpt from Rumpelstilts]

(That loud)

Their covered in artery red
Throat deep in the trestle
Like the apparition holes and stage blood in your vessel
Ham remove your whole intestinal
Black tactical knife with holes in the metal
Gonzo, hotels more weapon than ?? ??
Bummy fresh, role the ?? metal
DTs on the train, I'm putting holes in your headphones
I drove in a rental with a red head dead cold, stolen with freckles
Put a second ax wound next to her wound
So my pullover is speckled
I'm fire, you just gas, but your head in the oven and nestled
Drove back from Santa Barbara
Grass and arms from the west coast
I'm a harmless professor but fans know I'm Jekyll
Disrespectful
Dropping broke glass by the head stone
Roll up while you puffin' with heads
Stabs go in head stones
I'll work mule your ??
Unpack her asshole with a red rose
You a poser, I really splash acid in the retinal
They don't think I got the gear to ride, you right
My shooters mid 40's with suits beards and ties
Beards and ties, he think I'm weird with lines
I'm just deaf
You Amy Ecklund, you ain't hear this time
When I clear my mind
You'll need more than a medium and spirit guide to hear this guy
Slice your face off, clear a side
At your wake, by the coffin they hearing cries
'Cause ain't nobody want to peer inside
I punch way above my weight class
Hands of a brick layer
Bullets like drag fights
Witched hair
I'll go dust off your Rick Flair
Razor to your queen, do we need to split hairs
Tongue sharp enough to split hairs
My flows Gilbert great moms
I got the balls big enough to split chairs
Don't just do uh..






"Look at me Damien, it's all for you" [a quote from The Omen]

Yeah ?? Quebec
Beatahoe man, he's out in the woods making tracks
I make tracks too
Give em tracks

Aiyo
I get ugly, this for the real heads
I look like some weird head
Stalking LA like Ramirez
Seeing ghosts of murks walking out in the field dead
I'm keeping the veil fed
I peel gels back, I'm eating the clear reds
If you trip like me, I look like monstrous quadruped with slithering eel dreads
Hello, hi, hey
I'm suffocating your life's flame
Crawling in my own feces like GG on a hype stage
I'm from the gutters of NY State
I'm not signed but run a cult under packed churches of light flames
Let me start off by saying I'm high, wait
I'm fly as a learjet sideways
I only killed one girl ending a blind date
But got scared and jumped back off of the body when it lied faint
In my bare hands I can remember feeling the nerves in her neck vibrate
Bite marks of a primate
I'm dope like that white H
My outlook is sunny as Seattle's suicide rate
Rowboat a codeine ocean, I'm sippin' that bright grape
I spit like a mad mathematician secluded in the high cave
Snatched the undergrad a granddaughter
Held down scared once I put the bag on her
My face must look blurry like starring out from under bath water
Witch craft alter
Craft salt her
I stalk chicks and flench the fucking flesh and the drag off her
Fish scale in the Buick
Careful brunettes, these different two sets
Box of tools kept, inside of the toolshed
My tongue muscle work plow like a ox or mule led


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Post by BornWithHorns on Wed Dec 23, 2015 11:26 pm

keep it up....I still lurk. Thanks!

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Post by satanic alliance on Thu Dec 24, 2015 1:22 pm

word I almost got another 1 done too.. ill drop the first half now

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Post by satanic alliance on Thu Dec 24, 2015 1:23 pm

LAKE HOUSE SESSIONS (2014)



Hello guilty party, well wishers and wanderers, felonist creatures.  These are offerings back in the same way you all have engrossed absorbed.  Furthermore grief from I.  Those who took in vain that of what I fashion, relentless mirages of serial fine art and massacre work.  Murder exertion.  Drug and death bars. Fire rock conflagration brick.  I spit what the malicious sees.  This one is another vermin.  Another dead pool of diseased still water.  This is for the dreadful, the appalling deviants and mock witches.  The substructure felons and ??.  Addicts off putting figure.  Aficionada.  My cult devotees, pursue these trails I dig for every and all season.  Each change brings forth pestilence and violence as always no matter what grazed area, I cast off blood for this.  Blak church.






(The strange creatures set the travelers down carefully before the gate of the city.  The King bowed low.  "Bow to the strangers who are within my land, and destroy them all.") [excerpt from The Wizard of Oz]

Black Sicily
Me and my people stay bent roping them heroin bails
Bend scales
I'm higher than chem-trails
I'm higher than a drug smuggling rowboat with hemp sales
My fans like hippies, baked outside of my venues like it's Woodstock
They all be setting up tents there
I'm beyond tough talk and intense stares
Gun in my face I've been there
Right now you an asthmatic looking up at a thousand intense stares
Wrenched hairs
Hammer to his roof, attic split
This that overly medicated psychotic happy shit
Punch him out of his own skin like Itchy and Scratchy did
Scratch that, I snatch off his skin faster than a table cloth in magic trick
I come dolo unfrisked
Eleven ounces strapped
Cats brought their super preteen power packs
I'm not just out of town
In fact I'm a destroyer of worlds
I'll kill a small town in one hour flat
My goons out the sour patch
We run in houses, clown masks
?? down in black
Dish-gloves, kicks covered in shower caps
Drove here, my whip smelling like gun powder and sour grass
You get Mickey Mouse glove full palm in the face pit powder slapped

(The strange creatures set the travelers down carefully before the gate of the city.  The King bowed low.  "Bow to the strangers who are within my land, and destroy them all.")

Napalm in my belly dropping heat when I'm fly
I spit heat when I'm high
I heat up these two heaters can weld the sea to the sky
This real shit
I come out the black face in the forest like the naked first man with spear tips
Chauvinistly punch a beat girl rapper in the mouth mid-lyric
You get split
Apply the kiss from a cobra's lip serum
Cut out their pits, pull out their pride, cut out their tits
And strip spirits, I'm god bodied
Punch this pilot, the way I watch the torturous sun
Lost in dust looking shook at battles 'cause I perform on drugs
I'm not a G, dope boy, gat or not trying to come off as thug
Just flip that flag upside down
Burn patriotism, anarchy, word to my daughter's blood

(We know that once a person is perverted, it is practically impossible for that person to adjust to normal attitudes in regards to sex.  Yes much of this material has been described as an illustrated detailed chorus in perversion.) [excerpt from George Putnam in "Perversion for Profit".]




[The Buttress]

I invoke you great arch angel my boss.  Lord of fire.  I intrude you to preside over this right of consecration.  May your angel ?? guide my sense upon the path.  May he guide me to the seraph.  Glorifier, the blessing of the Almighty.  Invest this dagger, the sacred powers of virtues, whereby I may perform the operations for which it is designed.

Yo. Yo.
You pimpin', I'm different
I drop liquid 'sid tablets like Syd Barrett did
Visions of burning infants in their carriages
I got papers, psyche records, like get it, I wake out of it
I'll split his bayliss quick
All I want to do is embarrass him
And catch bodies, like toilet water during miscarriages
Inherently I dumb out like six generations of mixed marriages
Once that sun go down, blunt soaked viles and son goes wild
I turn up and cut throat smiles
I clutch toast for gun codes filed
Dust whole styles
I'll punch you in the fucking face so hard I'll give the back of your head a front profile
I'm not leaving 'til someone's headless
Look at my face, you'd think I pop heaters unexpected
I'mma catch a body on cam, probably leave this one arrested
You ain't see me come in with no bitches, I Scott Peterson all my exes

Wow that's not..No offense.. to those.. (and she's looking at me like..)




Yes.  Iz the crimson yacht swinged were anchor.  Without flutter of an acid sail.  The moon spreads over everything a thin silver.  My one mission to kill the papier-mâché Mephistopheles.  With loose dirt in my chest, finger holes poked I spit, molding a formalist coast.  Boarded by dangerous red surf, I bereave as if mother nature herself had tried to ward off intruders.  In and out of rivers, streams of death and life.  Those of Iz, whose banks were rotting into mud, whose waters thickened to pestilent slime.  Invading the contorted mangroves.  While studios get raided.  The machine get clipped, and the anchor off the seat of the government.  I attack, from a sinister black cloth.  Assorted forth.  Pilgrimages amongst, hints for nightmares.  We live and dream alone.  I'm out for homage and skeletons folks, like ivory hunters.  Still Cambodian, tiger land my board of call.

Thank you.  I'll be here all week.





Same LSD story every time and we've all heard it. “Young man on acid, thought he could fly, jumped out of a building. What a tragedy.” What a dick. He thought he could fly, why didnt' he take off from the ground and check it out first. [quote from Bill Hicks]

"The sound comes from plants, through sensitive electronic devices which translate fluctuations of energy.  Some call it a voice.  Whatever it is, it raises the astonishing possibility that plants can communicate. If plants can communicate, what are they saying, to whom or what are they talking, and how can we communicate with them?  A leaf is an amazing organism for utilizing the energy of the sun to produce life.  Now we learn that a leaf may have something remarkable to tell us, if only we listen."

Air is very necessary for the stemmage.  There's no air there's no atmosphere, there's no image.  They simply exposed the film to this discharge. [from Terence Mckenna {??}]

(Some of your favorite cartoon characters will help you understand how drugs and alcohol can ruin your life, so watch the program, talk about it with your family.  "And make the right decision, stay away from drugs and alcohol.")

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Post by satanic alliance on Thu Dec 24, 2015 2:08 pm

my plans for which releases ill do next goes in following order:
finish Lake House Sessions then:
1)Heatrock Hellfire Spitter 1
2)B23
3)The Witching Hour
4)Slivers
5)Lost Vegas
6)Cubensis Sessions
7)The New Acid Test EP
8 )Underneath A Blak Church
9)The Blak Church Congregation Compilation
10)Dirty Greens
11)444MX
12)Supercoven Decompilation Compilation
13)Roger Corman


This will be my exact order of releases which should take up the better part of the next few months. Ill then start hitting tracks not on any of these release, tracks that will fish off released like Hash Oil and Leaks in the Church EP. And finally finish off Hollow man theories.


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Post by satanic alliance on Sat Dec 26, 2015 8:21 pm

I'm trying to get AZlyrics to let me post Jak's lyrics there. I think it will be much easier having everything organized and easier for fans to find.

I just finished s6 Music for Plants, that 1 song took me a long time, w=I had to keep googling shit to figure out what he was saying, I did very well id have to say though.

2 more off LHS then ill even do a random unreleased track

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