X'zit The Entrance by X'sylum

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About X'Sylum
X'Sylum is made up of Irfan Ilohshix (aka The Alien Tongue) and Elfie Prima Putra (aka Sick Boy) who are up and coming solo emcees in their own right within the SGHipHop scene.

Irfan Ilohshix is The.XS Collective’s youngest talent who has developed a refined story telling rap ability filled with descriptive mental imageries.

Elfie Prima Putra is an underated emcee who is able to adapt to any kind of music with a rhyme style that's hard to define.

X'Sylum represents an ill-minded combination of "str8 jacket" rhyming lunacy through a raw mixture of "shaolin-styled" horrorcore battle hymms and narratives intertwined with psychedelic eccentricity. The asylumic style of X'Sylum is also vividly apparent in their production style preference which ranges from backdrops of grimey-samplesque beats to trippy electronica sounds.

Title: X'zit The Entrance
Artists: X'Sylum
Written by: Irfan Ilohshix & Elfie Prima Putra
Produced by: Elfie Prima Putra
Arrangement by: The IZA
Scratches by: The IZA
Recorded & mixed by: The IZA @ The.XS Lab

[Verse 1 - Alien Tongue]
We civilised with savages / Cannibal corpses
We eat emcees / Count dead bodies with abacus
Squeeze Einstein's head / Suck knowledge
Sip brain juice like cold beverages
Separate your head from your body structure
Hell raising needles on your face like the acupunture
The present of death around you is pungunt
Criminals in cells / Dragons and dungeons
You trapped in a pit / Where the beast are plunging
Sweeney Todd-ing emcees and served as lunch
Punchlines of a sixth sense / God's punches
Sword swinging emcees / Lyrics written in kanji
Vision of Ghandi / I see through my lenses
Blood ink / I used to wrote this sentence
Raised from the streets where the kids are senseless
If you don't like this / Exit the entrance

[Verse 2 - Sick Boy]
I script out the pages / You've been looking for ages
You fakers are fresh / My style Shaolin and Ancient
Lyrics form of martial arts or medicine
It's evident / I burned emcees while on a meditation
Better protect your neck
My style San Soo / Fool / My art / Kung-Fu you
Like Jimmy Woo
'Cos I study Wu-Tang / I'm equal to you ten
You got no logic / 'Cos I just murdered your common sense
I spit sick / Sicker than any 16 Kingdoms
On 16 bars / I master the Art from the 36 Chambers
I'm the reason for writer's block in your mental
So you jump off the building while grippin' on a pencil
And stab you in the temple
Till you couldn't handle
Outline your body where it dropped / Just like a stencil
Piercing venom in your foramen magnum
This is X'Sylum
Infesting mics in your rectum

The Alien Tongue (X'Spired Bars) by Irfan Ilohshix

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Title: The Alien Tongue (X’Spired Bars)
Artist: Irfan Ilohshix
Lyrics: Irfan
Beats: Jacked from “The Spirit Archer” by Oz ARC Raider
Recorded & mixed by: The IZA @ The.XS Lab
Additional Scratches by: The IZA

my style of hip hop maybe expired, but your style of hip hop, no skills is required.

i dwell the holy lands with a white horse
armed with a mic sword, without a shield
holds the secrets that was forbid to reveal
on these battlefields, i was morbid
slain thousand men who was snobbish
you drown in dog piss, filled with carcasses of dead monks
like the red sun, i burnt and cremate your dead sons, into ashes
ripped your fucking bones out your flesh with my bare hands of shiva
your blood flown down the river
i swam in a pool of liver that was removed from the enemy's clan
my stories made sinners repent
and prayed 5 times daily to allah
i brought justice to the unequal as a libran
24th september sun, as i return
reincarnate to a human being
who couldn't sing,but chant these verses of doom with a tune
of millennium
even with thousands years of practice
you still couldn't match with the kid
ilohshix, respects the sensei
attack your whole temple alone without my clan mates
with a clench fist style of the praying mantis
made you lose you your senses, you think im done?
you weaklings are helpless like a head to a gun
im not finish, tell me who in the slum that could mess with
the alien tongue and his collective
of ninjas without getting cut into pieces
feed em to dogs and turned to feces
hear my voice echoes through the speakers
with hard beats impacts that kicks like sneakers
you know i'll rip his, heart apart like a dart
if he tries hard to act hard but never smart
to escape from my lyrical clutches that touches the heart
of the beasts, who later transform to wack emcees

my style of hip hop maybe expired, but your style of hip hop, no skills is required.