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Anima Mysterium

by Yugen Blakrok

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Jazhra
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Jazhra Unsure how to verbally praise this incredible masterpiece of an album. The lyrics, voice and flow of Yugen Blakrok, interwoven with dystopian old school beats which were given both an afro-futurist and extreme depth spin are just.... fantastic. She grew immediately being one of my all-time favourite rap artists for this stunningly beautiful music. Favorite track: Obsidian Night.
Timothy Stafford
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Timothy Stafford Thankfully, this album sent me through six layers of wikipedia defining her gnostic "jargon." It is much more deeply layered with her intellect than her last album and Kanif's beats are legendary as always. I absolutely love it.
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achillessteals It's like Morgoth and Angelo Badalamenti had a baby. I love this sh...
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GORGON MADONNA I’ve been staring at these pages, mind-state purple Mercury’s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what’s the purpose? Slanging these rhymes like a merchant Handwritten in cursive Lately I’ve been staring at these pages, mind-state purple Mercury’s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what’s the purpose? 360…spiral the neck like a vulture goddess Milky Way patterns in the energies I harness In my mindset, I’m high as the sky gets, multiple sunsets Capturing thoughts with a butterfly net True reality runs deeper than the concept To the spectrum of your consciousness, your pigment’s only context This race can only be won if the psyche is steady Even Frankenstein began as a dream in the mind of Mary Shelley So throw caution to the wind, focusing the mental element Make walls crumble down like dilapidated settlements Although threatened with hell, I’ll blast for the self, first Splatter the optics and damage the nerves Thirst for blood over everything, swing sabers like Annakin Ambidextrous androgen, I’m both the empress and the King Walk unseen in these verbal coliseums Kevin Bacon with quicksilver in his skeleton Matutinal and Vespertine, testosterone and estrogen I’m all things encoding, while subliminally messaging At times, it seems that I’m chained to all the trouble that I struggle with My shadows huddle in the mist Cause the blueprint of life has hidden meanings and deep within them Applied contradictions – angels interbreed with demons And misery loves company, it overwhelms and feeds me Fills me as I embrace the dark and light completely Guided by the ring of the seven sisters when the pitch darkens Artemis gravitates my aim to where the fixed mark is Hit the target, commander of the dart board When wounded, I’m the essence of our Lilith in her darkest form Day and night worshipper, stubborn as a mule Built my temple from her dreams and posted sentries at the vestibule Our army of degenerate practitioners Will street-sweep petition-free but walls will carry signatures Melancholic insignia My dog’s name is Cerberus, past, present and future stay similar Observing distant memories, fading over ages Seen the pain of remembrance leave the structure ever-changing So I shape-shift and inspire the nihilists Decipher mind-script, hypotheses tested on self – mad scientist Spit fire and water, I’m lion and hydra Aloof in the distance like the constellation of Lyra A mystery of time, laid an egg and hatched a man A light-god with a staff of thunderbolts in his hand Illuminated the vision beyond peripheral I’m black Gorgon Medusa feeding off the visceral A throwback, in the age of clones and phone taps Metallic drones and all that, command an army of skeleton bone stacks Measure motion sub-atomically My thought-forms like crystallized snow, colour of ebony Shimmering Staring at these pages, mind-state purple Mercury’s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what’s the purpose? Slanging these rhymes like a merchant Handwritten in cursive Lately I’ve been staring at these pages, mind-state purple Mercury’s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what’s the purpose?
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OBSIDIAN NIGHT I’m Mithra’s lioness roaring in the temple Entwined with the light like fireflies, illuminate the mental See time in three aspects We that exist outside it, call it the Holy Trinity like past men Body vessel is the lamp to my djinn, I tempt fate And stay faded ‘til the day my snakes escape from their cage Eight enemies at the gates, slain…blood on my Sirian hands Speak to Eris through the pineal gland My rap style rhymes circles around the god Seven serpents on the dome, THOTH becomes word, word becomes bond Inspire desire in the chest, oath – right palm over breast Left-hand path, air suspended, the last testament Make every act a form with layers of ancient symbols At night I float above a rock outlined by silver nimbus Feet stuck on the zodiac, fire-eating maniac Head in the clouds, key to the underworld in each hand I’ll break the night with a bad scream And rise gothic with sonic vibrations from the queen of the banshees Hypnotized cochlear, analyzed gnostic Matter transforming, I’m stretching out I’ll break the night with a bad scream And rise gothic with sonic vibrations from the queen of the banshees Hypnotized cochlear, analyzed gnostic Matter transforming, I’m stretching out Spine straight…mind still tipping like a set of scales The Matriarch glistening long before the Bronze Age Lineage of lioness, the secret sisterhood of elements Building blocks like Amazonian tenements I am star-crossed lover to myself Mirrored image responds back in the form of seismic events Mind chatterless, ancient like ruined citadels Trigger moonquakes when I vent from lunar stress, where’s my book of spells I cast hex and ascend to spirit layers Otherworld-dweller, grammar cracks skulls zombie slayer With a tendency to shuffle Two left feet plus a deck of cards, Mama’s little gambler in a rumble With the ultimate machine, transform to different beings within a dream Subconsciously the hero and the fiend Allegory, I’m a myth, a contradiction in the scene Spiral pattern on the dome, code hidden in blue jeans I’ll break the night with a bad scream And rise gothic with sonic vibrations from the queen of the banshees Hypnotized cochlear, analyzed gnostic Matter transforming, I’m stretching out I’ll break the night with a bad scream And rise gothic with sonic vibrations from the queen of the banshees Hypnotized cochlear, analyzed gnostic Matter transforming, I’m stretching out
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HIBISCUS The spiderweb weaver I spin luminous orbs appearing at nighttime with consorts as shadowy figures Hooded sipping elixirs, hot crimson hibiscus As Dogon dots link under the hand that built the Sphinx up Born inside a monsters lair A story of creation like the exiting of caves in pairs, sight impaired Indigo genetic tests tempered for hermetic quests with shining eyes Expelling dragon breath from the depths of hell As levitating bodies soar, forage green like herbivores Glowing out the crown to photo synthesize in metaphor Trigger rainstorms with dry ice and silver iodide A fusion of mystical sciences, seeding clouds while flying The swordstyle’s binary, sharpened through the ages My grimoire’s disintegrated alchemists and mages I’m the living crystal verbals coded in nervous systems Inner cycles linked with lunar satellite emissions I split seas the soundscape’s vicious Suspended in a floating mist twitching with the glitches From temporal fracture migraines right brain on left blade Set Craniums radiate radiowaves through cosmic membranes Voices ripping the fabric it’s that space time classic Electric snake rattle thoughts with full metal jackets And split a cypher 360 degrees in light packets Permeating vacuum space with spoken word magic
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MORBID ABAKUS Blindfolded when I swing blades – cursed version of Cronus – my theses Find god in geometry like Archimedes Trace my vanishing point; fill the hollow with light from lasers Make the mind state change like cloud formations As star patterns split beams expose flaws in our time Hidden complexes dematerialize I’m silent-bomb-type, exit like Houdini – you couldn't see me With a microchip and a tracker in each knee As I climb to find the highest peak – fight the shadows of defeat I’m Neo moving anti-clockwise until this cypher is complete False prophets are the first to seek the shelter of cocoons Like a new-born retreating back into its mother's womb Outta this world, I search space like quantum physicists Scaled the mountain like Moses only to find out where the lizard lives I crush imbeciles and elevate seers My order's silent mystics that levitate above fear Colony of monks – who’s the abbot here? Unplugged the mind-control device like system saboteurs Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin’s seed Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene From the point of origin beyond the species after us Checking one, two over the microphone abacus Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin’s seed Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene From the point of origin beyond the species after us Checking one, two, one, two To recognize the order inside organised chaos I roll solo, radiate out like the archetype of the logos Trace the movement of the gods’ heavenly steps Lifespan pre-set; eye-con-artists the pretext Moving targets, our crow armies converge on crowds of men We’re far from innocent, mentally trained on busted tenements Immune to pressures from religious sects Stay fighting till our own dominant thoughts find a way to manifest Insulate the mind against lobotomized societies, dribbling The most traitorous turn on the sibling Many milling for millions though the system’s belittling I honour family bonds like I’m Sicilian, ape-shit like simian I grind elbows-deep in the dirt with root fingers Spinning optics cloud the mind like mood swingers I cast spells like spider webs Used to rest my head on temple steps, icicle rhymes upon my breath Now I’m perfecting the method in the madness, mountains out of anthills My lungs pack cess, vocals caught up in semantics Imperial, ears upon the great work of The Master Whose concept’s in complex patterns like Venus fractures I’m on an odyssey, low key like Odin’s seed Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene From the point of origin beyond the species after us Checking one, two over the microphone abacus Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin’s seed Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene From the point of origin beyond the species after us Checking one, two, one, two
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MONATOMIC MUSHROOM Lights on my horizon where the sky and earth connect What kind of stone will purify the darkest of intents? Heaven’s gates are six feet between the mourners and the grave Crevices in mental states straining to exhale As the dog-headed ape dictates the laws of fate There’re none left on this earth to rectify the world's mistakes Send praise to silent mystics that stomp the ground for rain Until the skies’ tear ducts roar like tidal waves Crying ravines on the landscape, tipping the Libra scales when Thought concludes millennia of meditation In basements where dungeon-dwellers cultivate patience Initiated, illuminated I sanctify spaces With myrrh and frankincense and iridescent incantations My spirit moves like ley-lines, connects the chosen nations Of the Grey Wolf and the Lion, so all may see the sign Though it’s hidden in plain sight like the Protocols of Zion There’s division in the waters, Luna’s facing Poseidon A tug-of-war in celestial worlds between the deities Split in two like duality, focus the third iris Patterns of Neptune reflecting beneath my eyelids Open your eyes then the light will show you something Worlds within words, universes spinning unseen Rising from the bottomless pit of the abyss To shatter glass ceilings seeking that elusive, eternal bliss If you open your eyes then the light will show you something Worlds within words, universes spinning unseen Rising from the bottomless pit of the abyss To shatter glass ceilings seeking that elusive, eternal bliss I’m still awake, searching for the mystery in Myscerium Climbing cosmic ladders to a parallel Elysium Where Delirium is King, head nodding to the logic Stoic expression to smile, facial muscles contorting I’ll be where the need to need is irrelevant, never boxed in High-level toxic, thought pattern robotic What I am is what I am another ever-lasting topic I’m bloodshot, seeing thru Life in fragments like Sybil’s optics The sandman’s sold nightmares through the ages Sleep stages, negative spaces got me misled by amazement I misread the rules and made my own like a pagan These random thoughts are the germinating seeds to my plantation In the zone like minotaurs in mazes, a fusion of atoms Born to find the hidden path cause the first Mason was Adam Glowing in the light when the seduction of knowledge had him Seeing without being seen, chasing phantasms Through libraries of portals, arranged in bizarre fashions Moving faster than the speed of light, I’m time-lapsing And grabbing the stone tablets, a thief in the night, passing The rapture – describe the high like scribes of divine classics Open your eyes then the light will show you something Worlds within words, universes spinning unseen Rising from the bottomless pit of the abyss To shatter glass ceilings seeking that elusive, eternal bliss If you open your eyes then the light will show you something Worlds within words, universes spinning unseen Rising from the bottomless pit of the abyss To shatter glass ceilings seeking that elusive, eternal bliss
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MARS ATTACKS Last sight silver light, aboard a satellite Supreme being with glowing orb makes altar out of meteorite Scientific logic defied by cosmic origin Separate the adept from the novices The bipedal steps into the future, entranced by the bugler Dancing on the killing fields, babies blast bazookas Twisted tales of entanglement, each chapter written on a tablet Encoded to mind control the inanimate Master and ronin quantum roller coasting with Dr Oct supernovas imploding In the depths of the red planet, slow composed Conquer where I roam, the deep end for shallow souls The show shoultopper, under a spacebeam spasm like Joe Cocker The feeble-mind shocker In ultraviolet hours, searching for blue flowers…psychedelic relics my power Aesthetic embedded in planetary showers
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Carbon Form 03:15
//////////////////////// LYRICS //////////////////////// Cosmic breath, I’m air element, find strength in the mental The thought behind the rhyme’s consequential The flow’s decked in space boots, leaping over lunar tombs Write lyrics in runes and play the Muse Inspire Fate to paint predestination’s landscapes For the awakened, imaginations are stargates Whistle, I’m listening – Pilgrim of the House of the Wind, I’m the emissary Hearing voices in the breeze observing airy commentary Asleep in howling deserts with thorn trees in bloom Until the spell breaks, I’m wolf to the full moon And wild as the monsoon, glassy eyes like crushed minerals The pattern’s troublesome – planet’s crying rivers of literals Wooden tears flaking into fragments and splintering Buried in the earth where dark secrets lie whispering That the end has not yet come to the place where dreams rest at I look at self, facing the mirror, nothing’s reflected Black stone carbon, I’m stardust Bizarre, trust – quiet, part-mime invade the mind like archons My jargon’s a headache to decipher, never idle The heavy burden’s only light work to bright disciples And I’m sky bound, messenger like Malachi Cardinal offspring of Capricorn and Gemini Born from a sandstorm, whirlwinds in my burning eyes Slayed a beast with seven tongues, electrifying So I vibrate in coded synergy, linguistics my Achilles heel Wade in stellar waters deep, a mystic whistling in the reeds That cosmic breath, that air element that finds strength in the mental Make all doubts of the mind inconsequential ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ◆ Follow Yugen Blakrok ◆ https://biglink.to/yugen_blakrok
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HYDRA In harmony with all things My words blanket the earth from dusk till dawn dancing like they’re dust in the wind Sun of the morning – dew on the leaves like silk and diamonds I’m in the woods with ten terra cotta bridesmaids The hidden sanctuary, cosmic silence with no limits I’m piper to the gods, vocal chords confuse the mimic Holy rock with a hole in it, the spirit in a stone Raven in the night, the obsidian rose My students draw circles in the sand, cross their chests like seatbelts Odes to Diana’s Bow transmitted through seashells At the shore, I pull the whole school out like fishermen Sparkling like winter gems in the faces of withered men As I walk into the living water and never stop I’m a siren on a rock, rhythm and blues within a song Voice resounds like stars shimmering far away from city smog In the darkness of the night, see the lightness of the gods Maybe they’ll come back, one of these starry nights Blazing on the back of a comet, conquer the dark with light So rest your weary head, limbs like lead In the whistling of the winds of change, I hope that you’ll be ready Maybe they’ll come back, one of these starry nights Blazing on the back of a comet, conquer the dark with light So rest your weary head, limbs like lead In the whistling of the winds of change, I hope that you’ll be ready Saltier than seawater and I crystallize Like broken ice fragments gleaming in the pale moonlight The words we leave behind studied under lens and stored inside the mind My life spent following celestial design Reflecting our shine like luminaries Past the crown, through the illusion of bone, blood and capillary The flaws in human laws pit one brother against another My heart expands…and grows vast as the cloudy sky above us Other night I watched god pretending to be asleep Being awake is pressure, she’d rather manufacture dreams Hold hands with blessed followers with opportunity portals And through deep sleep, weave landscapes for drowsy mortals Now my cauldron boils forever Waves like a thousand wild white horses stampeding untethered Reflecting on days past, present is a gift until it’s gone In the darkness of the night, see the light come from beyond Maybe they’ll come back, one of these starry nights Blazing on the back of a comet, conquer the dark with light So rest your weary head, limbs like lead In the whistling of the winds of change, I hope that you’ll be ready Maybe they’ll come back, one of these starry nights Blazing on the back of a comet, conquer the dark with light So rest your weary head, limbs like lead In the whistling of the winds of change, I hope that you’ll be ready
10.
Ochre 04:07
OCHRE Descendant of the walkers of the sun’s melting surface, cult wordsmith A grain of sand glowing from future furnaces Swimming in waves of radiant energy The case of the evergreens, succumbing to the flow of chi I am just a black and brown polymer of chemicals Expanding in waves like drums echoing from Senegal Watching solar empires burn like hell-fires Brimstone smoke, sulphuric souls ascending higher I whisper to that dangerous silence inside the witching hour A sliver of a silver light, anointed in night showers Astral projecting and hovering over Roswell I break bricks over break-beats, a classic gem like Orwell’s I’m unnatural, naturally Surrounded by three angels as time curves in front of me To trace the line of my birth, I’m both gifted and cursed By a 13-fold gravitational wave when Luna finally orbits my Earth Counting in tune with higher realms The Likeness Of A Man, each breath connected to next, eloquent godhead I out-riot the wild style, out-rhyme, out-flow the Nile tides My squad, bright minds like Einstein Darksiders whisper names with eyes wide Fear, awe and loathing divided by thin, tight lines I read between them perfect, overlapping circles Flower patterns shaped like hexagons on turtles I rotate slow, unfolding like growing roses Directing the path my fire-chariot goes in Peace to all the four winds, seven heavens in flames and lightning Circle the solar centrepiece solo when I’m rhyming Anchored from the spine, the sleeping snake soon comes awake From the base, radiates energy that permeates a space Breed obscurity on journeys embarked My brightest thoughts hide inside the light like Thom Edison’s fear of the Dark
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METALIK CROW Drawing bloody ink from the jugular – take calligraphic action Higher magick, dream journalist, the writing’s automatic Hidden mechanics Greet metallic smiles with nerves of iron, I stay wired – broad speaks, spits static The Black Widow sleeps – sharp knives under the pillow When the wind blows, leaves mourn songs on weeping willows Inaudible noise frequencies concealed in the joints Travel needle-thin and acupuncture pressure points I’m all grunge tapes, moody blues and gloomy Sundays Bullet flows on verbal gunplay, word to my pun phase Thoughts sit heavy – lyrically show you what a ton weighs Purple circular spots behind my eyes like I sun-gazed Attached to mother-ship like Norman Bates Twisted necks like circus tricks for you but the victims never wake Common daily routines like a collective retracing of steps Mentally dead, spiritually trying to connect In musical notes hide the most cryptic of codes Truth is a bitter pill and I medicate in generous doses Negotiating with the appetite The human herd bustle over turnstiles, concrete jungle hustle hostile But there’s nothing out here, dank alleys and beer Heads are vacuum-sealed in trap cages, suspended in fear I’m anti mind-control and chemical warfare You devils can’t touch; I’m like a djin-repelling salt sphere Whose words multiply like microbes underneath the skin Prone to capture gamma rays, gather energy and kill On a whim, expanding like the universe, I’m Artemis Begetting self in thought without an opposite, the irony Is obvious but a broader definition’s still to be found Bias taints perceptions like a shroud of clouds Step into my circus, I transform without a sound Silhouette against the sun and make a crowd of frowning clowns The kid’s wild, rhyme style definitive, belligerent, militant Known as hot-headed and the urge never diminishes Recite the last script from a chest chamber, gaseous When I blast it, packs the power of a black fist Far from pacifist, imbalanced when I flex the wrist Paper-bound like blood to ground how the page absorbs the ink Leaving footprints on mindscapes that incubate my imprint Every chosen path is mapped out different
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Land Of Gray 04:50
LAND OF GRAY I read secrets in the hand, from birth to cemetery Blessed like Silent Mary, the mind͛s my secret monastery Dressed in sky clothes, I leave corpses For vultures to eviscerate and run untamed like wild horses My home is on a distant star Blistering with dry heat, so I blaze like crematoria When I see death from afar, sing the war-cries my idols sung Make peace with the air and dust, then blast from an iron lung Blue bird in the centre of my universe, sing for me Bittersweet symphonies the void and I are similes Phoenix out the ashes, see the poor girl͛s never broken Alone but never lonesome, I sleep with third eye open And dream dreams of battlefields where crows feast on carrion And carry on, fully-armed – Blakrok, red-blooded barbarian Dead leaves swirling around my feet like dervishes I͛m Atlas with the globe, chip on my shoulder where the burden is Cloudy visions can͛t see where light begins and I desist The wind shifts the sands; we wilt away like dying irises Breathe the breath of life; I͛m mother to rebels and outcasts Footprints of light illuminate the darkest path So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre As letters from the ether fall like rain on arid deserts Welcome to the land of gray where troubles never cease And Man͛s awakening is accompanied by grief So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre As letters from the ether fall like rain on arid deserts Welcome to the land of gray where troubles never cease And Man’s awakening is accompanied by grief See the self...bent at the spine, a thousand year old heroine The Muse of classic novelists and Elohim Dissecting structure physically, to trace my struggle patterns Why in the deepest darkness my soul beams like a lantern Engineered in female form...silent carrier of the force I'm a sandstorm in desert dunes, a shadow with a torch As tombstones whisper my name across graveyards Familiar like spiky words that pierce through heavy hearts I breathe smoke particles My attitude shifting with moon, open-book, gods read me like an article Celestial, my rhyme-style blasts like a cannon As rare as a moment of clarity, I'm a mammoth Ambling thru space-time...and...elephant boneyards Emotional equivalent of Mozart Classic. How verbal blades can dismember a fascist Seven active chakras so the prana travels fastest To a future imagined, transform bad energies Electric symphonies – I play conductor in magnetic fields Note the coded notes, it's superstrings and entities Whose strategies in quiet storms, speak in lightning streaks So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre As letters from the ether fall like rain on arid deserts Welcome to the land of gray where troubles never cease And Man͛s awakening is accompanied by grief So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre As letters from the ether fall like rain on arid deserts Welcome to the land of gray where troubles never cease And Man’s awakening is accompanied by grief

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Five years after releasing Return of the Astro-Goth, Yugen Blakrok descends from the vast cosmos and delivers to the world an impressive lesson in style, with her second album Anima Mysterium. Far from the stars but heavy with their radiant wisdom; it’s towards Earth, humanity and the obscurity at its core that the South African rapper directs her incantations.
Accompanied by Kanif the Jhatmaster’s beats, Yugen’s flow sows the frontiers of a world where the subconscious frees itself and confronts man with his most hidden secrets. Yugen’s poetry has something Ovidian, depicting her as an agent of Metamorphosis, a reincarnated goddess in terrestrial form calling humanity to itself.

“Why in the deepest darkness my soul beams like a lantern
Engineered in female form...silent carrier of the force
I'm a sandstorm in desert dunes, a shadow with a torch”
Land of Gray, Yugen Blakrok

The osmosis between Yugen’s words and Kanif’s instrumentals comes across from the first listen. On Return of the Astro-Goth, the astrological ideas covered by the rapper found a perfect canvas in the mix of wind instruments, dub and electronic echoes from the beatmaker. Here, Yugen lays hers flow over instrumentals of rock, jazz and even at times something that sounds close to witch-house. The project, released under French label I.O.T Records, extracts the essential oils from hip-hop as seen by the two artists, whose creative freedom and artistic integrity contrast with the current rigid codes of the genre. At their sides they have rallied to their musical odyssey artists from South Africa and the US, including hip-hop legend Kool Keith himself.


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released February 1, 2019

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All songs written by Yugen Blakrok (except where noted) and composed by Kanif The Jhatmaster with appearances from Joel Assaizky on 'Carbon Form' and 7th Galaxy on 'Obsidian Night'.

Recording and Mixing of all vocals and instruments by Kanif at Scoremachine Studio, Iapetus Studios and Point29 (Marseille, FR)

'Carbon Form' recorded and mixed by Joel Assaizky at Scoremachine Studio, Johannesburg.
'Mars Attacks' recorded by Tom at Point29, Marseille and mixed by Kanif.
Final Mix and Mastering by Joel at Scoremachine Studio, Johannesburg, South Africa.

Photograph by Christopher Terhart.
Layout by Spooky. Additional artwork by Soopanat.

IOT67CD / © 2018 I.O.T Records / CYLID. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

All songs published by CYLID, except Mars Attacks : Published by CYLID & Reverend Tom Music/Notting Dale Songs, and Morbid Abakus: Published by CYLID and Liuto Edizion Musicali

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A sorceress who casts hexes with words and sound waves, Yugen Blakrok emerges from the smoke filled dungeons of rap… Growing up in the Eastern Cape and influenced by the political/militant and spiritual aspects of Hip-Hop, her music is firmly rooted in the mind-set of the 90’s, a deep lyrical and audio odyssey into the world around us, both seen and unseen. ... more

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