Lyrics:

Under trees i could lay 
No shade 
I feel like Apollo But i feel no Pain 
Prolly im a dummy, No mannequinn 
But i cannot  shift anything 
On the minute I could change my Name 

No
Witch that could phase my brain 
Back with the shakels strapped, Untamed 

All up in the cut Like it’s bad blood 
Buds are bad crop 
Brain rot, Like I got bad Strain

Ghost 
Leave the scene 
Go burrow down in debris 
No control 
No receipt 
No buy back 
Drift with the leaves 
In my hell 
Forty feet 
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep
Leave my face 
Live in my space I paint opaque

Ice cold, Bitten like revved up pit bull 
I go hidden, Like a Debt never payed full 
Hollowed face stay marked no Sigil 
I could play my part  no vigil
Hooked up Taken by the breath like a dead bug 
With the baggage I’m a vet On the red rug 
Hall of fame lay tame 
Residual 
Sever connections 
Affection
Forget em all

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets [Prod. Istasha]

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A WindTorn OneDareLand is a winter journey through a world where the blizzard never sleeps and every soul is tested by wonder, madness, and magic. Each track opens a doorway into a different corner of the frozen carnival—where hip-hop street kings stomp through candy-lit alleys, ancient warriors chant against the wind, blues-rock wanderers bend notes into the storm, opera sirens unleash dubstep avalanches, and glitch-born beasts stalk the shadows between snowdrifts.

Wrapped in ice, fire, rhythm, and myth, this album brings all corners of the OneDareLand realm together for a single storm-bound celebration. It is a mixture of dark whimsy, winter folklore, psychedelic dreamscapes, hip-hop swagger, gothic rap, metal-laced fury, soul-rock warmth, and carnival madness—each song a different world, all converging under the same roaring sky.

A soundtrack to the blizzard.
A carnival in the frost.
A celebration carved from myth and ice.
Welcome to the WindTorn.

Broken Sky (Duchess)

For The Wicked - BXXM

Superfluous since the first day
Hear the carol of the needle cannot wait
Leech an odyssey of ashtrays
Put a saddle on your back I need a break 

One percent to black 
And then you back into the set 
Hear a snapping the second it conjugated 
Lean the fuck in to your high space 
Faded? okay 
Armed up bandit pull your sleeves and trek in missions 
Need a band to make a renegade of vessels set to mitigate 
See the preacher needs some ayahuasca 
Knocking at your bible Book of psalms, a gaol 
Break open a batch up for your recital 
Wear a tie 
Choke and blackout till your 20/20

Doubted sin 
Disease 
Admission; Snort Cocaine for Jesus 
Zip 
Contagious 
Stay affected like an Alcoholics fetus
At the Everglades and knees deep
Rattle brain into a seizure 
What you want?
Take your bitching 
get baptized until your gone

Snort Cocaine For Jesus [Prod. Istasha]

[Chorus]
Time to fight
Push onwards
It's time to fight
No more losing sight
Losing sight again
Time to fight
My soldiers rage
It's time to fight
No more losing sight
Losing sight again

Time to fight
Push onwards
It's time to fight
No more losing sight
Losing sight again
Time to fight
My soldiers rage
It's time to fight
No more losing sight
Losing sight again

[Verse]
The odds are against us
But we fight for humanity
The powers tell us nothing
Our lives are a mystery
We're sick of living like cattle
Sick of the misery
We want to uncover the truth
Maintain our dignity

Never did we understand
The walls that surround us
Religion and inquisition
Have bound us
When the enemy arrives
Who will scream loudest
All we can do is
Rely on our prowess
Ha
We never thought
We'd come this close
But yet so far
We dream to roam outside
The walls searching afar

On the offensive
They call us senseless
I call it reckless
They all want freedom
Don't think we need 'em
Don't wanna see them, nah

You're doing nothing
Don't wanna stop them
I'm doing something
We could have used you
But they're too ruthless
You're fucking useless
Stay away

It's time to grasp a sense
Of reality it's our time
Our hearts, our souls
Our freedom, our bodies
On the line!

[Chorus]
Time to fight
Push onwards
It's time to fight
No more losing sight
Losing sight again
Time to fight
My soldiers rage
It's time to fight
No more losing sight
Losing sight again

Time to fight
Push onwards
It's time to fight
No more losing sight
Losing sight again
Time to fight
My soldiers rage
It's time to fight
No more losing sight
Losing sight again

GHOSTOFBLU - LOSING SIGHT AGAIN [PROD. HERTHA]

[NIMBUS]

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Lyrics: 
Get up
Man, I’m living with a trace
These sullen depths have diffrent taste 
I’m downward spiraling 
And nothing seems to help 
There is some shit I tend to forget
I wanna 
I want some fun just like everyone 
Just turn the ocean on itself 
And start a war at nine
How odd is universe, when sole intent is to survive 

Get up 
Cause every bottle can be last stop
Don’t fucking matter what is next  
Life is a mic drop 
One thousand miles per hour, spirits in the air 
It’s rock and roll baby 
We search of some trouble over here 
Get up 
And let all suckers know 
They’d better fucking get up 

Man, I’m living with a trace 
But somethings wrong and on and on I go 
without my senses 
I guess I’m on my own 
So why keep wondering when those years have passed
You know I won’t be long
It’s just forever and and a bit at last 

Get up 
Cause every bottle can be last stop
Don’t fucking matter what is next  
Life is a mic drop 
One thousand miles per hour, spirits in the air 
It’s rock and roll baby 
We search of some trouble over here 
Get up 
And let all suckers know 
They’d better fucking get up 

I guess I’m on my own

WHAT'S DUE? EP

NIMBUS

Dr0nched In Sw0t (feat. GRIM SALVO)(prod. ³³marrow)

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