Cykosis – Severed From Reality is another amazing release by State of Cykosis. Toledo rap can’t get anymore hardcore as this. If you are looking for lengthy long songs with dope beats and lyrics, then Severed From Reality is what you want to listen to.
The tracks are lengthy, but it's worth listening to. It's very rare, so you may need to download it, but if you like horrorcore, this EP is for you. The beats are dope, the lyrics are awesome, and it is all around epic. (The cassette version of this album has the A side listed as Rasputin and the B side listed as Nosferatu, by the way.)
Come Inside (Come My Children) serves as the graphic opening for the EP with gruesome details. References to necrophilia are made. The song is some hardcore horrorcore hip hop/rap.
Black Bart and The False Prophet will be forever a product with the dark side where they are forever forced to live because of the actions towards somebody’s mothers. Cykosis took them apart of themselves to use evils of the prophet to wreck down anxiety barriers. The first one is Cykosis will be heard by all and the last ones will let go through the death of motherfuckers!!
Have you ever seen the devil? Like a holy necrophilic? He fucks the dead and the dreams of bath. He's got the army of death. The devil took a damn body to a corpse. The devil has got these mad chickens laying all around. Worms in the bed and maggots in the cereal. The devil tells us “Come, my children. Come and get some.” Step into the circle. You don't know what you'll find.
The Prophet F (The False Prophet) is the prophet of death. He will eat your ass until there’s nothing left. First he starts chewing your ear off real slow. It's kinda hard to dissect. Slaughter motherfucker slaughter. Merciless chapter on your little cured daughter. Ferocious with Cykosis. The False Prophet is creeping through the neighborhood. Pumping on the wildflower. Sinpping on that juice and gin. Time and time with a grin. Black Bart is chasing people in the streets. Girls disappear as soon as you blink.
Organ Grinder is a bloody graphic tale about Mr. Organ The Anchor.
Come, come, everybody. Gather round, yes, get off the floor. My name is Mr. Oregon The Anchor. How was everybody today? Come, yes, listen to me play. Listen to my sweet melodies. Come, listen to me play, Listen to me, RIP JACK!
Grind, grind motherfucker, grind! How many dead bodies do you think he can find? Snooping like a bloodhound. He took everything they own like Jim Jones. Follow the False Prophet and turn the phones. He’s peeking in the window at your mother taking a shower. She is his next victim. He can hear her innards in his organ grinder churn.
Playing with fire, that’s his desire. A psychopathic’s dream is not reality. You’re all alone in the house. Oh, what a pity. Listen to the Organ Grinder. He might find you in the middle of the night. Chasing your ass until dawn. He's a goddamn sicko maniac.
Death becomes your worst nightmare. But you know who's coming near. The Organ Grinder's almost here. Look who's coming down your lane. You can't hide from him.
The song What’s The Sense in Living (When You’re Dead) questions why bother living why you are dead. What's the sense in living when you’re dead? What's the sense in living?
These lyrics are filled with death. “Will the bullshit drown and giving another middle place/I wish my life was on book and out of a turned page” Shot in the head. So what's the sense in living when you're dead?
Now the version of Bloodstains that is on this EP is not the same version from State of Cykosis – Cykosis And The Cykodelichell Band. This version does not feature ICP. This is the 1997 version. Bart says “penis" at the end of the song for no apparent reason.
The False Prophet greets you and he tells you he is glad to kill you. He asks for you to hold your forehead still so he can drill right through your head.
(Verse 1: The False Prophet)
Hello, I'm Prophet F, I'm very glad to kill you
Now hold your forehead real still so I can drill right through you
When my black entangled bitch drink, I know you're rich
A slaughter fest ensues. All you hear is gurgles when The False Prophet does some cutting. He plugs your ass for every penny before he hits the switch. He throws your arm in a basket like any other. And if you're still alive, all he has to do is smother you until your face turns blue. The False Prophet is a sadist who gets pleasure in torturing people. He gets pleasure in torturing you. The barrel of a gun is shoved down your throat until your spleen is full of lead.
Now this is the part of the song where things get graphic, violent, and gruesome.
But it's the best way I freeze yo' ass for thanksgiving
I cook some good shit like ears, eyes and even tongue
Rip your chest open, I think I have some hearts and lungs
You know-you know-you know humans do the best
Just have a part of Jeffery Dahmer, and he'll tell you the rest
Blood, blood, more blood, I gotta get me some
But how do I get some? Motherfucking redrum!
Black Bart feels like he’s on heroin. Every time he sees a group of nuns, he want to bury them. He has no scruples in his head. So he has nothing left to lose. His tennis shoes are muddy and his white shirt is bloody.
These lyrics represent the mindset Black Bart is in.:
Think my mortal thoughts, I take yours and end my own life
And I'll see you in a different world
'Cuz I believe-I believe I'm gonna be cured
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Why is this life so motherfuckin' hard?
Everybody dying, bullets steady flying
Might as well burn the bible and keep lying
Trials and tribulations, the shade of my attitude
It's tougher than the thought of a dead body in a swimming pool
I'm on my way to the state hospital
Black Bart is in a psychotic state or in this case a state of psychosis. He is on his way to the state hospital. At the state hospital, Black Bart is shot up with cozine and thrown on the floor by orderlies. He gets strapped up to the wall. He wants to rip these motherfuckers apart, ya'll, and write my name in blood all over the walls. Black Bart asks to be put out his misery.
I rate this EP 4/5****!
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