Exotic Pop Flood

in loving memory of naigetsbands 

i said Mike jones in the song cause one way me & lanai bonded was thru saying random shit & mocking each other playfully 😭 that’s some shit i done probably said to her 

I been on my music journey since before I knew lanai & I just know sometimes she would probably look at my page like “who do this lil nigga thing he is” 😭♥️ 

if SHE asked ME I would probably say sum like…. Mike joooooooneeeessss 😭🥹 & we’ll laugh. 

Im forever touching bands with you in mind 

1x for the friends who let you be you

Forever ♾️ 

#LLL 🫀

thats for nai when i get bands

$amaad - i can only hope that (prod. mike frost, djh)

$amaad feat Saiah Woes - Point Of No Return (Prod. Akachi & Toddgleeful)

$amaad - Badgai (prod. Akachi & Kylen & Rocaine)

$amaad - Kash Karmel (prod. Akachi & Bheavy & Kylen & Beani)

FUCK THE POLITICS (Hitekk YW Cove)

$AMAAD - RECORD BOOK (prod. Akachi & Lola & Patcher & Scho)

https://icryafterikill.gumroad.com/

I'm a ghost haunting hallways that haven't been built yet
Trapped inside what could happen through paths the hills wept for my cleansing
Fear of losing mind to failed attention to the sense I have to kill the time I have left 
But real is I’m a fact away from stilling life and feeling
After feelings from ascending past the need to dry 
The water given from the well instead of drinking it to then feel fine and better
For now the dreams rise thick with altar smoke, I worship chaos, a descendant
Each thought a charged, cracked hymn wrapped in what will give and what this ends with
Fight or flight, or maybe three times stress to get some point across
I know, I never keep promises I make at night
At least I’m first to know that
I sit and fold the corners of a phone number once given, see my reflection in the toaster
And didn’t that motherfucker lip and start blinking in Morse code
The roaches started fighting with the mice
The known instigator was life, or the fight to life
Survival mode

I etched my name inside the fading memory of the house we used to hang
After cleaning out my stash
So I can crawl back when my blood forgets me
Reap the sane in attics
Addicts reach the flame then grab it
Passing right through shame and stab a known hand
Please don’t get upset, see
Reaching out to pass them gloves
They need them now
I stabbed them
And all for habits that trace back to why I handle blades, established
Something that returns even when unwelcome to this day
They say relapse wears the robes of ritual
I say help them pray
Counting spiders as apostles isn’t the way out
But now each one is mouthing truths in lies designed like webs 
All through the wood all dry and powdered
My temper day to day is their landlord
Get out

landlordofspiders (freestyle)

Bangin 223

⚔️ Strike Frequency: Active Transmission

“Spirit’s Mercenary” is a battle hymn for those called to do the divine’s dirty work. This is not a song—it’s a contract. A war chant. A declaration of purpose for the ones who strike not out of malice, but out of oath.

For the witches who were drafted. For the seers who charge by fire.
For the ones who speak softly but carry a curse.

🧵 An Empress Codex release
🎙️ Vocals: Spirit-led
🎧 Engineered for collapse

Play this when the thread must be cut. When the names must fall. When the payment is pain and you still say yes.

You’re not a villain. You’re a mercenary. And Spirit signs your checks.

