Kaotic Klique – Blacklight Music one of the darker Austin rap albums that does often not get enough credit and hardly gets mentioned. This overlooked rap album is perfect for fans of horrorcore rap and morbid music. This album exactly has the same dark themes, sounds, and undertones Memphis rap has. A unique dark hypnotic style production is used for this album as their style and sound is kept unique. And always has been. Their hypnotizing beats and lyrical style blend in perfectly with the dark vibrant imagery. The group raps about real life struggles and controversial subjects. Kaotic Klique is a group from Austin, Texas known for making rap music about real life struggles and controversial subjects. Kaotic Klique is Austin’s Killa Klan Kaze and Dosia Demon.
Don’t Work No More is a song about how antidepressants don’t work anymore when you’re in a deep state of depression to the point of where you can’t function anymore. Anyone who has been through depression or is currently going through depression can relate to this song. Drill beats are layered underneath malevolent vocals and ethereal synths throughout a majority of the song. The song uses 1990s trap music blended in with 2010s drill beats.
Spliff sits in this room by himself with no feelings left. It’s like he is numb from the inside out. Waiting for death to come in home so that he can rest. He looks in the mirror and hardly recognizes himself. So he grabs the bottle from the shelf and takes another swig. Takes this pill. Now it’s clear why he is here. This is because he takes for granted times we had. Like they’d always last forever.
Thought he knew it all. But turns out that he’s just not that clever. His sense is lost as the time keeps on passing by. We’re lost all searching for an answer. Smell the weed in the air. As he is a zombie walking dead. Just a project for the feds experimenting with kids. These pills gonna drop him dead. These antidepressants don’t really work no more for him. Prayers go unanswered make him worried about burning forever.
Kaoz hears the storm coming. Anxiety within his rises. So used to cold of the darkness taking control inside him. Transparent eyes. If you look close, his soul is frozen. Crying for help. Violent silent screams that are hurting his dome. Prayers go unanswered making him worried about burning forever. Suicidal thoughts top him when he tries to think positive. This weed is like prozac. This xanax will numb him before evil becomes him. His intentions are beautiful. Sick of always losing this game that life does not play fair. Kaoz breaks the face of the mold in the life almost blinds him. Trapped in dark for so many years hoping someone will find him.
The trio raps about their worst fears of dying alone on the song My Worst Fear. The song deals the fear of death. Something every human being goes through. All alone it’s hard to cope when there’s no one else.
Spliff is sitting alone lost in the darkness. He wishes he had someone to talk to that could understand all these thoughts that he has. He ain’t got nothing to lose. No friends or no family to help him know. Music’s the only thing that helps him not feel useless. Still crusing and searching. His fear is asserting. Spliff’s worst fear is dying alone.
Kaoz needs some reassurance. But reassurance is something that he will never get. He leaves bottles open just trying to forget the pain he is currently in. One horrifying aspect of his pain and depression is he cuts himself. This coward’s attitude will leave him living by himself. All alone it’s hard to cope when there’s no one else. Almost broken mentally. It feels like this life is hopeless.
Wasted is about looking for that happy place to escape to when times get rough or life becomes too much of a burden to bear. Kaoz takes control of the force behind this song mostly.
Everybody keeps texting Kaoz saying, “Where the fuck you been?”. He found a little piece of heaven in the middle of this hellfire where he lives. He can make excuses for days about where he lives about everything he does. He doesn’t really feel the need to explain himself as he has got no shit to prove. Blinds fall down and there’s nothing on the other side he wants to see.
Just a messed up world full of hate and sorrow that loves to fuck with him. I’m sure you can understand in this world full of lies where everybody bites. He is a sucker for pain and needs. Like Vicodin. So he looks for a look for a happy place. But fell so many times. Kaoz always jump the gun anytime he sees the light. If you need to find him, he’ll be hiding in this hell getting wasted. Spliff is wasted in his room. He doesn’t go outdoors these days. There’s nothing left for him to see or say. He had it all at one time and watches it fall right through his fingers. As your memory lingers on, these hours on the clock get longer as this painkillers keep getting stronger.
Spliff is wasted in his room. He doesn’t go outdoors these days. There’s nothing left for him to see or say. He had it all at one time and watches it fall right through his fingers. As your memory lingers on, these hours on the clock get longer as this painkillers keep getting stronger. At the same time again he is just getting started with this drinking. He tries to swim but now he is sinking to the bottle.
I rate this album 5/5*****!