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VICEGOD$CVM ⬇️🔗🔥🎤
https://on.soundcloud.com/MZBycXHidJbD8dJz5

B!$hWhatchuGot [Explicit] Ft. B-RizzO X VICEGOD$CVM  [Prod. By Synesthetic]

Collaboration with Artist JB-Streetz X Lil'True(OGMars) X B-RizzO of 3CMBEnt

Lil'True Website: 💻🖱🔗
https://theofficialliltruestore.biz/

Lil'True (OGMars):  🎧🎤📲🔗
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2H1zTckOE2MMqd3f6S4nUV

JB-Streetz: 🎧🎙🔥🔗
https://m.soundcloud.com/jb-streetz

Who Are U [Explicit] Ft.  B-RizzO × JB Streetz × Lil'True (OGMars)  [Prod. By RustyGlock]

Collaboration B-RizzO & Neeko of 3CMB Ent.  Produced By LilTrayBeats

Dope In The Bagg [Explicit] Ft. B-RizzO X Neeko  [Prod. By LilTrayBeats]

I'm The Man Now [Explicit] Ft. B-RizzO x VICEGOD$CVM x YB [Prod. By YungKey]

Deep Scars

Collaboration with artist B-RizzO of 3CMB Entertainment & talented artist TheyLuvKye from Chicago, Illinois bringing an inspirational ambience to the song 

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https://m.soundcloud.com/theyluvkye

Indestructible [Explicit] Ft. B-RizzO X TheyLuvKye

So So

Weneedgod (Prod. Inner)

Is it true? (P. NovaChance)

braille (p. pyctur)

(Pop a pill, sit right here)

(Pop a pill, sit right here)
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
(Pop a pill, sit right here)
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
(Pop a pill, sit right here)
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you-

Break my brain, turn me insane
You hate the way I want to love
Chase the fake, stay the same
I taste the pace, you fuckin’ run
By myself, no one else
Never fell for an influence
I’m in Hell, you can tell
I need help, ‘cus I’ll do this

Pop a pill, sit right here
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
I’m not real, in my ear
Is this demon’s voice I’ve feared
Can you tell? Offer help
But you’ll fail, leave me, my dear
Skin so pale, Cocaine nails
Like I’m Braille, touch me, lie near

Don’t leave my side, I’m down to ride, you know I’ll die if you say “stay”
Games’ in mind, but love to find, we hide beneath what we won’t say
You want the rest of me, the best from me, but you’ve given no depth
You’ve given no depth
You’ve given no depth

Pop a pill, sit right here
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
I’m not real, in my ear
Is this demon’s voice I’ve feared
Can you tell? Offer help
But you’ll fail, leave me, my dear
Skin so pale, Cocaine nails
Like I’m Braille, touch me, lie near

braille (p. pyctur)

The gates to Beyond the Ice Wall open with “Winter Warpath (Intro)” — a stealth-step declaration of power from someone who doesn’t raise their voice, yet still shifts the entire room. This is CYFR 360 in Sigma Shadow Walk mode: poetic precision, militant calm, and pettiness distilled into pure elegance.

The hook sets the doctrine — move in silence, let the work speak, let the city freeze when the waves hit. No theatrics, no noise, just quiet dominance wrapped in cinematic frost.

Verse by verse, the track unfolds like a manual for ascended isolation. The Sigma Shadow Walk glides through static, breaking progressless chatter with clean force. The Lone Wolf Protocol sharpens the philosophy: solitude isn’t exile, it’s elevation — a vantage point unreachable to anyone who relied on crowds for confidence.

“Winter Warpath (Intro)” isn’t about anger. It’s about posture. It’s the calm before an avalanche, the soft-spoken threat, the kind of silence only earned through discipline, pressure, and a refusal to fold.

Petty lives between the lines — this is the type of intro where names aren’t needed. Anyone who tried to trace the science, copy the aura, or insert themselves in the narrative will hear exactly where they stood… and exactly why the cold never bothered you.

This track sets the entire EP’s temperature:
frostbitten focus, ghost-level presence, and a warpath too quiet to predict — and too powerful to stop.

STEALTH MODE

A drill sermon aimed at the peace-parade purists who’ve oversaturated the feed with nostalgia cosplay and selective morals.
“Infrared” cuts through the fog — clean, cold, and undeniable.

For months, the timeline’s been drowned out by artists preaching “real hip-hop” while dragging anyone who uses modern tools through the mud…
yet they promote their music through the exact same digital platforms they claim to hate.
Streaming, monetizing, posting vintage-filtered selfies from a smartphone,
while calling electronic sounds “inauthentic.”

The legends INVENTED innovation.
YOU are the ones dishonoring them by refusing to evolve.

The irony is loud.
The vision through this lens is louder.

They recycle dusty loops, copy-and-paste formulas, and hide behind 80s and 90s comfort food whenever their creativity stalls.
But they never study the roots of the electronic textures they dismiss.
They never acknowledge how innovation built the genres they imitate.
They just repeat the script and hope the aesthetic does the heavy lifting.

INFRARED isn’t here to argue.
It’s here to expose.

A calm, precise dismantling of false purity —
no threats, no theatrics, no need for names.

Just a reminder that evolution moves forward with or without permission,
and nostalgia won’t save you when the future walks in the room.

If it stings, it’s because they recognized themselves
the moment the lens turned red.   CYFR - 360 was born in the 90s.....He Could never disrespect a legend or hate the foundation that shaped this artform......but he is sick of the hypocrisy and the bullshit......Tupac would be rolling in his grave if he ever saw that picture........ R.I.P. To the legends they mock

I N F R A R E D

This track drifts into Beyond the Ice Wall like smoke rising over the Rockies — soft, lifted, haunted, and glowing. Built on Colorado scars and astral recoveries, it’s the sound of someone who left Earth to heal, only to return sharper, colder, and more aligned than before.

Here, CYFR 360 narrates a love that was more lesson than blessing. Toxic energy bends the spirit, but meditation, crystals, and higher-plane clarity burn it clean. The weed isn’t an escape — it’s the filter that shows which memories deserve to stay and which dissolve in the smoke.

Every verse feels like walking through Aurora at midnight:
red eyes, lifted mind, cold winds, warm trauma, and quiet revelations.
You can hear the weight of Denver in the cadence — the struggle, the grind, the out-of-towners making it hotter than the rent, the people still pushing forward under mountain-shadow pressure.

There’s pettiness in the subtext — a reminder that not everyone survives the altitude.
Some choke in the cold.
Some fold under the strain.
Some mistake distance for detachment when it was actually ascension.

This song is astral travel disguised as heartbreak, healing disguised as haze.
A float through realms, a lesson wrapped in smoke,
and a vow carved into high elevation:

Colorado forever — from the snow to the flame.

TOO - LOUD

“Winter Warpath” closes Beyond the Ice Wall with a calm, sharpened vengeance — the sound of a soldier who never needed armor, only conviction. This outro is where the storm stands still long enough for the truth to echo: every doubter, every whisper, every quiet hater got swept under fresh snowfall while the path forward stayed carved in ice.

No theatrics. No overtalking. Just precision.
This is CYFR 360 stepping through the freeze with clean hands, clear vision, and receipts carved into the frost. It’s the victory lap spoken in a whisper — because when your work speaks heavily, you don’t have to.

“Winter Warpath” is poetic but pointed, spiritual but surgical. The petty lives in the details: every bar reminds the listener that elevation doesn’t require retaliation — only witness. It’s the final warning disguised as a blessing, the calm voice behind the avalanche.

An outro that doesn’t just end a project —
it seals a chapter, freezes the past,
and announces exactly who survived the cold.

DO YOURSELF A FAVOR

locust lyrics

(You can’t fix me)
(You can’t fix me)
(Fix me)
(Fix me)
Bad habits in my lifestyle
(Fix me)
She wan’ spend the night now
(Fix me)
I could die tonight, now

Bad habits in my lifestyle
(Fix me)
She wan’ spend the night now
(Fix me)
I could die tonight, now
(Fix me)
I could fly her right out
(Fix me)
(You can’t fix me)
I could die tonight, now
(I could-)
(I could-)
(I could-)

Bad habits in my lifestyle
She wan’ spend the night now
I could die tonight, now
I could fly her right out
Scoop her up and change her life
Hit then dip out of her sight
All-black fit, turn off the light
Diamonds flashin’, they all shine

Fix me, babygirl, I’m broken
Try to trick me, and bitch, I’m overdosin’
Still can’t see none, I’m always losin’ focus
Jump from city to city, just like a locust
Green in my pockets, all blue’s in my bookbag
Kid’s electric, no socket, like how he do that?
Gettin’ rich, makin’ profit, I cannot lose that
Once I’m gone I’m gon’ choose up, I’m not gon’ move back

Move back, two cats, how I’m fuckin’ best friends
Shawty sayin’ “meow, meow”, I pound her to a dead end
Let the stick go “pow, pow” the rounds are all I’m trustin’
I’m bustin’ for nothin’, you sippin’ Robitussin, I’m still sippin’ on Act, Wock, and Quagen

So just tell me what you’re sayin’
Watch and find out I’m not playin’
Fuck your God, no, I’m not prayin’
Let the demons speak it clearly
Baby, can you hear me?
Tell me, do you fear me?
Can you hear me?

Bad habits in my lifestyle
She wan’ spend the night now
I could die tonight, now
I could fly her right out
Scoop her up and change her life
Hit then dip out of her sight
All-black fit, turn off the light
Diamonds flashin’, they all shine

Fix me, babygirl, I’m broken
Try to trick me, and bitch, I’m overdosin’
Still can’t see none, I’m always losin’ focus
Jump from city to city, just like a locust

Bad habits in my lifestyle
She wan’ spend the night now
I could die tonight, now
I could fly her right out
Scoop her up and change her life
Hit then dip out of her sight
All-black fit, turn off the light
Diamonds flashin’, they all shine

(Move on)
(Baby, move on)
(Move on)
(Move on)
(Baby, move on)
(Move on)
(Move on)
(Baby, move on)
(Move on)
(Move on)

(Move on)

locust (p. pyctur)

Who Dat [Explicit] Ft. @Y_Bloodshot X @B_RizzO3CMB [Prod. By Synesthetic]

Rapper/Producer raised outta the (803) In West Columbia, SC but now juggin outchea in Duval in Jacksonville, FL (904) in Association & Part of the 3CMB clique 💪🏾🎹🎧🎤 putting in that work & staying on the grind 💯
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3CMB ENTERTAINMENT CEO 
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"RWC, StarCross, LitMasters"
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Artist Born in Duval county
 (JacksonvilleFlorida)(904) 
(3CMB Ent.) I'm a Rapper/Singer/Producer/Cover Art Designer

Born in (904)🍊🏝 
Grew up in (803)🌾🌴
Currently in Norfolk, Virginia

Just out here enjoying life, living it like it's my last. Because there ain't no sequel to this life we're given, nonstop hustling & grinding trying to make it to the top. While staying steadily focused, I'm always open to collaborations as well feel free to message me  or email music. I enjoy learning new styles & creating art together💯
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Who Dat [Explicit] Ft. @Y_Bloodshot X @B_RizzO3CMB [Prod. By Synesthetic]

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