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1. |
The Tower ft. Phovea
02:55
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[Sin7ven: Verse 1]
I'm a producer plus I spit and get your head moving
Writing notes and cutting samples like a med student
Kanye's right, a super hero needs a theme music
Plus their Lex Luthor, and we are here to see to it
(Hi!) I'm the Deadman, hit me up at some time
Brain food's the best pick-me-up of unlife
If you expecting rap of pixie dust and sunshine
This the wrong fucking neighborhood for you to come by
Opposition turn to smoldering piles
Once they come and get a sip of my wicked cauldron of rhymes
They feel the flavor, skills are major, I'm on my ill behavior
And like dominoes our foes are falling in line
Spit fire 'til my tongue needs and ashtray
Damn straight I'm bagging on your fraudulent campaigns
Slash veins, close your coffin and slam nails
I'm sick, you just have a cancerous fan base
[Phovea: Verse 2]
Ain’t got a leash, don’t run the streets but I own a crew
I’m not a priest or anyone to pay your homage to
Spray ya shots, relay the cops
I used to be a dorky kid who worshiped God, now I pray to Pac
Fuckin fans think I’m evil and I’m growing horns
Like the scene but different people fuck you like a hoe in porn
My woes are worn, and all the cats I know are torn
I hate to rap but Gun and Flow won’t let me close the door
So drop ya ego, making haters emo
Artists take their papers, flop it later at casinos
Imma do this my way, and I don’t care on who trends
You should pray to god and make a noose to tie your loose ends
I’m living life well and had my spin
And givin the knights all up in white hell, they mad I sin
(Yeah) Not lending any flair, I’m glad I’m in
Broluminati, it’s the ending where the bad guy wins
[Sin7ven: Verse 3]
I'm the red grim reaper with a ridiculous scythe
Comprised of microphone parts and litter I find
You picking a fight?
The fickle of mind who flow weak get cold feet, and frozen icicles for spines
You figuring why, we don't have to try to smash a veteran
Why do I size other rappers up? For casket measurements
New fans like, "oh my god, you rap like Eminem"
As if he's the only non-wack white rapper there's ever been
Settle in, the ride never end, we monstrous
Psychological warfare for conscious kids
This is bonkers, it's Mr. Sin and Cats, spitting raps
Leaving tracks wrapped in linen wrap
The critics chat, but don't affect us
When I appear with smeared hands, no, it's not even close to ketchup
I hold the mic, poke it through below your solar plexus
And spit over your heart beat as breathing slows and then stops
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2. |
Viewing Dreemz
02:50
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[Verse 1]
So my life is like a sequence of dreams
Wake up in the morning, go to school and scream on a beat
About the shit that, I think that, makes me so unique
So you can misinterpret it like "does he see what I see?"
Socrates with the awkward steezee, I'm eager to speak
You follower Platopussies looking like beavers with beaks
To each his own niche, but I think I'll dig my own hole in this
The notebook all full of dope hooks when I go home and shit
Fuck a word, try to talk to the sensei
And swallow your entrails. so off in the membrane
I got a sarcophagus in my closet for feng shui
You try to reach for the sky while I'm walking on chem trails
Lost in a hedge maze and bitter inside that
I don't know a single kid in my city that like rap
Spacing out in public places, don't try to relate, Dead
Take it from the pavement and tell em how my day went
[Hook]
My psyche is on a nocturnal leave
Aurora borealis watching my eternal sleep
I hide the nightmare in my dream-shed
So no eye sees it, it's mine and secret (x2)
[Verse 2]
I'll get together with Mary Poppins
She can carry me to a cemetery to resurrect the dead in they coffins
A pelican's offspring with a big mouth
As a kid, was building pine cone thrones and stick crowns
Now, that is not dead which can eternal lie
Peace to the Old Ones, got me seeing mad disturbing signs
Sat in urban lights, caffeinated urbanite
Still ain't quit his rapping ways racking brains to words his rhymes
For the new testament Necronomicon for you to read
Dreamsomnia, a product of his lucid dreams
Ominous illusions seem to vanish in bed
That Alice is panicked and stressed, manic depressed since puberty
Go ahead, you can keep the nightmares as souvenirs
No Michael Sera or Jonah Hill, I'm super weird
Fuck that, no humor here
Boomslanging Crew banging in the system, hanging little bitches by their damn career
[Hook]
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3. |
I Saw
02:21
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[Verse 1]
What's the point of this Mr. Seven
You know this shit is venom and there's no use in listening to heaven
Just pretend it's all make believe
Take the beat, bash it against the wall, stupid, and rap
Ruby and black, trying keep the music intact
From the boom to the bap, do it 'til I lose it and snap
Like the part of my spinal cord the noose is attached
Bet you that Lucifer approve and groove to my raps
Jealous cats get propeller slapped
Gone to hell and back and all I got were these lousy red eyes
Headline's are filled with my head's lines
The next time I sleep the monster under my bed will prolly want the fucking bed signed
0 1 2 3 4 and check 5
Hero, want to see more of my shed, I'm
Still cold unscrewed eve lord and death knight
Quill flow comes rude, clean floors of red grime
[Verse 2]
When I begin to spit the beat skips a beat
Dictionary definition for sick's a picture of me
A kick to the teeth for the tooth fairy
The boot buried six feet deep, it hit till the kid didn't scream
I'm addicted to being - in a different world that's not
Useful in anyway or many say so, but I've learned a lot
Excuse me for being presumptuous
But artists who can't function on their own commonly come to turn to props
While them veterans are falling off I'm falling ill
Scare the hell out of Regan MacNeil, it's all in skill
Immaculate flows like Dracula broke the back of your throat
Won't be a free spirit after I capture your soul
Rappers saying that they're dope when their raps are a joke
At most holding hands with Midas, and not actually gold
Work my hands to the bone, in a violent mood
Stab you in the back with a straw and drink your spinal fluid
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4. |
Realms Of Otherness
02:26
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[Verse 1]
(Let's see you talk with your head cut off
With your head cut off, see you talk...)
He was a strict man normal formal and hard working
At the age of 20, had his very first job, got up early
Walked to his place of employment to avoid
Being penned up in a traffic jam, he was ecstatic and
Passionate to do his very best to be successful
The day at the job, it went well, if a bit stressful
The Sun was setting and now he was heading back home
Spent, yea, but ultimately satisfied and glad, so
He walked calm, quietly humming a song
But suddenly felt lost, like as if something was off
Surroundings all familiar still so different
He felt like a chameleon's prey, a shaking insect
It made him cringe, yet - He kept his composure
"Anxiety" he muttered, "who knows it'll soon be over"
[Hook]
Would you notice if the left turned to right
Of course not, you're in a bowl of fish until you learn to die
So, what's the difference in seeking a link
You've got the freedom to believe you got the freedom to think (x2)
[Verse 2]
He was a sick man, dark circles under his eyes
With an expression reminiscent of a thundering sky
He was obsessive, every evening he kept wondering why
The things he used to know now seemed like conjured up lies
"Why, why!?" He would rave in his office
It started when he got his first job late into august
He created hypothesis of what he thought had happened
His friends first humored him but his doctor called it madness
He knew he wasn't crazy, that the world was backwards
And he would find out why, if it didn't drive him mad first
But the feelings of unease were creeping further
Every night he'd wake up in a strange bed screaming murder
Until a silent eve when every creature laid low
He composed a plan of action to escape this fate, so
He pulled his instrument up to his heartbeat, played notes
The metamorphosis of angels with a tainted halo
[Hook]
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5. |
Tongue Of The Desert
00:37
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6. |
Cosmic Refuge
02:39
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[Hook]
When you take the high road to your cloud fortress
Humans look so small and formless
They talk and talk it without a thing to say
Don't you think so Alice, they should sport a mouth corset (x2)
[Verse 1]
Pale shadows decorating her face
Ways narrow, she hates it, wants to make an escape
Take away and then fade quick
So afraid it's got her open veined, broken, drained and plain sick
Alice sails to a special place made just for her
And away from the daily grey clouds, dust and dirt
This is her real home, where she won't feel alone
Surrounded by sunflowers in a sea of gold
She don't believe in souls but this must be afterlife
Wonders if her funeral was sad and if the casket's nice
She didn't even say the last goodbyes
(Oh well) Hopes that her death wasn't somewhere lame like in traffic lights
In the embrace of the dark blue night sky
She maintains almost a cartoon-like smile
It's over now, she thinks, now I can finally rest
Suddenly a faint voice is calling her inside her head
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
She woke up in a hospital bed
The doctor had said it costed her an arm and a leg
As long as she bled, it was a miracle she was alive today
A razor sharp kitchen knife to a vital vein
But she hadn't honestly wanted to see the light of day
Her parents bitching about the bills again, time ain't change
At each other's necks again, mom's an evil skunk
And dad's a loser who burns his time on all his reefer blunts
Her stupid brother ain't much help either
He only goes to parties and starts shit drinking like 12 liters
Mr. Reaper, I been leaving suicide notes at your home
It's wack you don't answer though, I'll have you know
I'm serious, you don't think I am? Man, she furious
No Alice ain't mean spirited just sick of it
Her heart is a jammed gat and you triggered it
Or is ít? Shit, does she even know herself? Hell, maybe she needs to figure it
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7. |
Ecila
02:59
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[Bridge]
Things are looking up
But I'm not looking down at them (x4)
[Verse 1]
Sin's an acronym for socially inept and nasty
Sinking daggers in the throats of olden vets and has-beens
Crimson rapper, winter cold, eat cobra heads, arachnids
And drink some beetle juice for evil boosts instead of caffeine
Keep talking all, but I'm deep lost in though
Haunting nightmares? No problem, I'll sleep walk it off
The green goblin, nah, just a freak dropping bombs
Your songs don't ring a bell and if they did it's false alarm
Ought to carpet bomb the rugrats who in for cheese
I can slaughter y'all in your own mousetrappy simple beats
Debris, entropy, mental clinics send for me
Gee, lost my mind, keys and where the shit my temper be
Enemy, you better be legging it like centipedes
Life indeed is a movie, wish I had some better seats
At the cemetery, catching 40 mellow winks
Listen mister, I don't play unless it's for The Yellow King
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Midas touch, finger fuck bitches, get money
Fly as fuck, Beelzebub, rip the web sonny
Cyber cops click the blog pictures, head hunting
But they winding up, in the dust Sin had left, funny
Lah, you can't see me, I can't even see myself
No reflection in the mirror, might be that I need some help
In a different league of rhyming, cats can keep their belts
Run the mouth of madness till my psyche has unleashed all hell
Nah, I'm not a hypebeast, don't often rock the Nikes
A white tee or describe the stuff I cop as hyphy
I be high on darkness death and rap dystopia
When I test the waters sharks develop aquaphobia
Heard you rap, what about? Oh, you know, depressive stuff
Confessing love to barbie dolls that Ken is gon' molest and fuck
Some progressive rough sketches of my effing up
The rest is just the fantasy that's in my head as (Ecila)
[Bridge]
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8. |
Wait A Minute
03:17
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[Hook]
Skin green, hoodie red, eyes are large and white
Type to cut my competition down to size with carving knives
And if words are weapons I've earned my stars and stripes
You should pick up farming life, in rap you get marginalized
Haunted by karmic strife, yes I rhyme gory
Mask faced black caped villain of your life story
And every night, I wake up to a scary voice
Telling me I'm paranoid, ordinary boy
[Verse 1]
Wait a minute, care to give me a ride?
I'm hitchhiking and I would like to have that seat by your side
Or do you not let dead people inside?
What's the matter, I won't bite or try to eat you alive, believe me it's fine
Post apocalyptic, roam the rocky districts
Roads and blocky bricks it's broken rotting sick shit
A fucking misfit, shoulders got 'em big chips
Sin for Necropolis mayor, say your prayers
Broken bottles layer the ground we walk on
The unliving stomp rhythm and sound the car alarms
Be dark or dawn, it's dangerous outside
Inside, I spit in the wind of change and drown mics
Walls have ears, so I hope they listen to my music
And use it to raise the roof, it's not made for you
Waving a bladed tool to get into your head
Fuck a metaphor for sharp tongue, I'll use a spoon instead
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Little candle fire, flicker in an abandoned isle
Waves wipe the shore, building castles in the sands of time
The universe is my playground as well as grave mound
And I don't plan on leaving soon - but, do I get a say now?
No, cannibal ghost soul searching at a graveyard
Imagery vivid and alien, word to H.R
Giger, Deadman the rhymer, writer producer
I'll show you your worst nightmare with tie ins and bloopers
So to battle cats thinking that they flow dirty
Stepping to Mr. Seven you getting no mercy
Don't bother writing, your suicide ain't noteworthy
When taking life by the throat I'm known to choke firmly
Like an inefficient vampire
I suck at sucking and tales of battles I been in get told at campfires
Trying to listen to my heart without a snare drum
Is getting boring, like, damn, you bet I'm snoring, and I'm done
[Hook]
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9. |
Nightmare Monarch
02:32
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[Verse 1]
A kingdom of the old, a long time ago
Suffered from the strangest of curses to the mind and soul
A plague of awful vivid nightmares and visions
From the youngest infant to the white haired and brittle
Citizens suffered every night through images
Of unspeakable evil things up until their bitter end
Mass suicide, even sacrilegious worship
Desperate people attacking travelers and merchants
Hoping a foreign remedy they hadn't heard of
In his tower the king was panicking and nervous
He had sent his best men to try retrieve a cure
A priestess or a sorcerer able heal the pure
He'd waited seven days without as much a word
Paranoid, thinking that: "what if they do not return?"
Then that evening a stranger sought his audience
A stranger cloaked in grey who claimed he brought 'em all a gift
[Verse 2]
It was a small box, jet black and cold to touch
Carved out of a material akin to stone or such
He told him it was used in controlling dreams
With it, the king could stop the evil from roaming free
The desperate king accepted the gift of the visitor
Who left immediately, leaving just the king to wish it works
He had doubts however - he ought to try the thing
So during night he laid in bed in safe and silent sleep
Escaping violent screams, excruciating dreams
In the morning, he announced the first good news in weeks
The king was now a hero and he kept himself in practice
Trying to manage his citizens dreams to match with
Their fantasies of power, currency and pleasure
The more he tore into their minds he saw greed and devils
A feeble mental state and a deathly image
A year later he became to hate the wretched city
[Verse 3]
He despised the people, filthy dirty things
Kept to his studies of dream magic, building, learning skills
And still improving now engrossed in it more than ever
Growing farther apart from the world, torn and severed
He spent whole weeks alone, most his time asleep
The isolation slowly began to show a violent streak
He would grind his teeth and claw his nails against the wall
The rumors told he even bit his servants with the strength of dogs
The people came to fear the king as years passed
Whispers of him having lost his mind were now clear as glass
The nightmares had returned,spread at steady pace
Some even reckoned he was dead but definitely yet replaced
Oh, but in the tower the king was up and well
Stretching his seven wings and climbing out a rotten shell
Rotating two heads, adorned by their forty eyes
In which unspeakable horror formed and immortalized
(Ready to leave his castle one more time...)
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10. |
Pointing At Nothing
03:44
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[Hook]
Ey, shut it for a minute cuz you talk a lot
Of trash, lah, think we prolly need a larger garbage truck
Hard as fuck, darkest street magic see the bummy act
I'll pull the bunny from Donny Darko out a funny hat
Aiming high so the sky is my target audience
I shoot for the stars and wait for all of them to fall on my head
Get another band-aid and go back to sleep
(Go back to sleep, sleep...)
[Verse 1]
One day, I'm gonna have more followers than Jesus
On Twitter... Am I bitter? Go figure
Swear to god, on a stack of bibles
After I've piled them high enough that he can hear the fact I'm spiteful
Just a wack disciple, like Judas
Of rappers who came before me, don't ask me why the fuck I do this
Or what my mood is
Cut my two wrists with a butterfly knife and bleed rainbows, confusing
Sunshine, happy music till the evening come
Know that Sin is fucking nuts like making squirrels eat my cum
If you rappers have them night lights, then keep 'em on
Demon spawn, speaking raw as beef on a vegan's lawn
Black heart on the sleeve of my grim reaper cloth
Evil schemes of leaving secret needles on the seat of god
Wordplay, I'm the king of it
Try to step to me and stumble on your own loose shoestring budget
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Jotting hot bars with a phoenix feather quill pen
A lot of weight on my mind to piece together, 'til then
I speak the ill and kill them
Show up at your building and kick the door down like the meanest-ever milkman
Devil's pilgrim on the primrose path to hell
Smoke with fallen angels, brim stoned with Castiel
Grim bone and casket smell
Death dealer, fund raising blood money into red-greenish stacks of wealth
Sin is dropping yawns, menacing and off-the-wall
Like emcee's heads when your ma is visiting and wants to talk
I've come too far to go back
Hella nice fella like excuse me ma'am and pardon my swag
Uh, got a thorn in my side and a shard in my back
In constant pain but I just want some bars in this track
I think I'm starting to snap, crazy mundane
Making dark beats, I'm Garfield and every day's a Monday
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Rocking blood red and coffin black
Trains of thought get picked up quick flipped and thrown off their tracks
Colossal raps
When this album drops it'll cause the apocalypse, you'll have to count its fucking cost in caps
A word of caution, if you come to my set
The only way you'll sleep over me's if I'm under your bed
Beats from the heart, producing put the mic to my chest
And challenge Freddy Krueger to a pillow fight to the death
Lah, possess a dirty mouth from tons of cuss words
I thought I'd come clean like sluts who wash first
Now watch the brush work
Uh, murder, bust verses, must turn it up, cuts drawing blood spurts
Pied piper take these rugrats to school again
You need some tutoring ruler slap you if you don't move the pen
Hooligan, studio actually just a room to vent
Life gives you lemons build a shed and make some lubricant
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11. |
What Am I
02:17
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[Verse 1]
Between the roof and reality
An artist who's trapped in the mood of a rabid beast
Only release from the creature within
Is creating, paintings with features as grim
Standing around all day working his craft
With his brushes and ink turning mercy to wrath
Surely this had to be the door to perfection
He though feeding more in to his horrid obsession
Grown used to ignoring objections
The more he would work the more he would progress and
He had to create, to master the paint
All before he was sectioned or slashing his veins
But every time he'd improve he would hate it
To notice mistakes where he'd thought he was great, sick
Impatient, the illustrations, still too basic
Erase it, the frustration building to hatred
[Verse 2]
Unable to tell if there's a train, if he missed it
Or even if his destination existed
Is there even a thing as perfection
Or has he spent his time missing directions?
All these questions demanded and answer
He flipped out, screamed outlandish in anger
Could it be that his work was a lie
And his fate was to suffer and worthlessly die
The man cursed at the earth and sky
If they even exist, if the world is alive
(What am I?) Suddenly his shouting had ceased
And the corpse of the artist fell down on the street
The writer had grown bored thinking this text
Thought that the man would be more interesting dead
But now there aren't many things to be said
Was a matter of time 'til the prince would collect
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12. |
Owl Head
03:20
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[Verse 1]
Sound check, sound check, I'm owl head, nice to meet ya
My integrity was found dead like a few weeks a-
Go, I don't sleep
Lids open like coke fiends thinking of police, oh no geez
I'm - so nocturnal now, verbally hurdle nouns
Word and sound, label trying to play me I'ma turn 'em down
Boomslang, jerk around, two fang serpent mouth
Puppet master at your heart strings rip the sternum out
A modern man who lives in the past
I'm ahead of my time, Sin is skipping history class (damn)
High definition human, Plus I see in color
3-D believe it brother, TV, don't even bother
Cuz all you need's me, I get it cracking and
Release the Kraken in a kiddie pool, I really do pity fools
On a bling dinosaur, pre-history Mr. T-Rexing
And beat stretching with midi tools, no kidding I'm pretty cool
[Bridge 2]
My rhymes are different, so, fuck what the layman spoke
You wanna be a fan of me? Go join a fucking pagan cult
No veteran, you're just an ancient joke
I suffer from eternal jet lag from my holiday to Satan's home
[Verse 2]
Fuck dead presidents, I rep myself and spit the ill rhyme
Unfortunately, head's so big it didn't fit the bill right
Owl Head on a nightly prowl, get your mic devoured
Snatch rose tinted glasses, have cats acting tight deflowered
All I see's red
Don't try to walk on water and step if you're not even prepared to get your feet wet
Jesus, more on top of my game than you chess pieces
More like a grand master, Flash past ya teachers
I'm otherwise because I'm not normalwise
Welcome to my fucking horrible life, I hope you all get knifed
Just a little joke, I bust a spittle dope
Your kid'll get all stoked if you bring him to a show, don't
Just turned eighteen, take a pic, say peace
Fuck that, I'm outta place like insomniac daydreams
So, don't talk to me unless you got something to say please
I'm not from this planet, fuck off and can it; baked beans
[Bridge 3]
I'm on the highway to the land of nod
The trip is strictly horizontal the fuck you standing up
Anticlimactic love, pillow full of white lies
Whatever helps me sleep at night, it's lullaby bye
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Sin7ven Finland
I produce, write and make weird hip-hop. I also draw.
For business inquiries: Sin7ven@gmail.com
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