PUT IT TO YA BRAIN (PROD.WXRST)

i know i know that i know nothing i clear my head when i hop on the beat like when i roll on a passenger seat i cook some heat when they littering i play by rules but they made by me when you left me down you set me free i wake up now to live my dreams i don’t give a shit what you think of it

iknownothing

ggwp (prod. NeveL)

PVCTOFSVLEM

MIXED AND MASTERED BY @vagabondthe

NO EVIDENCE

Liurnia (prod. rembraandt & haunt)

imposter (prod. Septfree)

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Out Of Reach (FT. AB GHO$T)

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trees, reptilian god mana, & kruddtheguru - proTech

I SHAKE TILL I BREAK WITH A LUMP 
IN MY THROAT CUZ THE PRESSURE IS PERMANENT 
I PLAY WITH THESE SLUGS WHILE IM PUTTING 
THESE DRUGS IN THE SKIN THAT IM SQUIRMING IN
GOTTA WATCH ALL THESE DEMONS KEEP TAKING
ILL NEVER GET BACK WHAT THEY TOOK FROM ME
MISSING CALLS FROM MY MOMMA SO GONE 
OFF OPANA SHE COULDNT EVEN LOOK AT ME 
THEY SAY IM QUEEZIN FIENIN FOR NO REASON
WHATS THE REASON I GOT REASONS 
DEMONS CREEPIN WHILE IM SLEEPIN 
I CANT BREATHE NO IM NOT BREATHIN 

I STAY OVER HERE I DONT WANNA BE 
NEAR STAY AWAY LIKE IM SUPPOSED TO
THEY CAME WITH THEIR PRIDE AND NOW THEY
CANT DECIDE ABOUT WHO THIS BLADE GOES TO
EVERY THOUGHT IN MY HEAD HAS BEEN STARTING 
IN RED AND THEY TEND TO BE AWFUL 
THEY PLAY WITH MY SOUL AND IM SEEING
THINGS THAT ARE MORE THEN UNLAWFUL

CERBERUS

SCOURGEOFSVLEM

We stood in the shadow
of gleaming steel bones,
once singing with purpose,
now humming alone.

They called it the future,
crystallized in chrome,
but futures can rust
when no one comes home.

Tell me —
did we build it to reach,
or to keep ourselves small?
Was it ever a promise,
or just a mirrored wall?

Static in silence,
ticking through glass,
we danced in its orbit,
believing it lasts.

Reflections on spheres,
mirrored hope in decay,
a monument waiting
for time to obey.

Tell me —
did we build it to reach,
or to keep ourselves small?
Was it ever a promise,
or just a mirrored wall?

We stare from below now,
reduced to a hum,
counting the echoes
of dreams come undone.

Broadcasting Paintings

Echoes of the Atom Dream

PVCTOFSVLEM

i write and sing for therapy

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imposter (prod. Septfree)

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