J'ME RAPPELLE  | FT : RORDEN | PROD : ERLAX |

ENCORE  prod. lucidbeatz

EXCLU - PTITE SŒUR  (WINTER IS MINE 5 mix by Fdo)

jai la tête qui tourne (prod .Bi2l)

BinFiles 4 (ᵥᵢᵣₜᵤₐₗ + ₗ₀cₖₛcᵣₑₑₙ)

@ptite-soeur - 2000bpm 

produit par ⊷ @neophronprod ⋆ @prxpvne 
mix & cover par @prxpvne

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ptite soeur - 2000ppm (prod. neophron & prxpvne)

PAS2GRAPPLING (Prod. Bi2l)

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On aura le paradis qu'on mérite  prod PARASIT.

DORIANCONCEPTFREESTYLEV33

JESAISCEQUELESANGESVEULENTV33

This is not music.
This is a blood oath written in bone smoke.

The Poet records where the walls cannot contain him —
in the woods, in the street,
in the quiet corners where only the dead keep watch.
Every verse is precise, deliberate —
ritual, not routine.

In Gabriela’s apartment,
the air was already thick with shadows.
The Poet sat in the kitchen,
darkness wrapping the mic like a veil.

That’s when the tap came —
not on the shoulder,
but in the soul.

YBC — Young Bones Cry stood behind him.
Not a ghost,
but a brother whose voice was soft with recognition.

“You’re the first to be here…
and now you’ll be guided by Jermaine.
Let’s talk about this poetry you do.”

The Poet opened the O-a’al Bone Jr. storyline,
letting the words spill like red wine ink.
YBC knew —
from the first bar —
that the industry wasn’t ready.

Before fading, he left the task:

“When you meet Skrilla in your sleep,
give him a purple tear and a 30…
so he can lucid into the Castle of Lana.
That’s when he’ll see me… and hug me.”

August 10th, under the full moon in Philadelphia —

Ancient Skrilla came in dream,
standing in the same woods the Poet had recorded in.
Bone wings, blinking Aries heart,
zombies planting Gemini roses around them in silence.

The fifth seal opened.
The second form awoke.
1046’s voice deepened,
filling with ancestral weight.

By the time the ink touched paper,
the pact was already sealed.
ASK.929 wasn’t just a label —
it was the altar.

The 67 and 46 sigils burned green and purple above the ruined castle,
blessing the bond between brothers,
the living and the dead.

This is Ancient Skrilla, 929.
This is where Young Bones Cry leaves his roses in cosmic soil.
This is Othellifer Jr.,
writing so the marrow remembers.

#AncientSkrilla929 #OthelliferJr #YoungBonesCry #ASK929 #BloodAndDreamsCovenant #1046Speech #CastleOfLana #GeminiRoses #CosmicSoil #SkrillaVisitation #ZombielandLana #AriesHeart #67Sigil #46Sigil 

DORIANCONCEPTFREESTYLEV33

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