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VYTHE - WAKE UP [PRODUCED BY DIEPERRY]

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VYTHE x AZAEZEL x QUANKK - GOTH BOY (@666rehab Exclusive)

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SXLRAC:

WHY YOU TALKIN BOLD? PUSSY ACTIN LIKE A HOE
WHATS THE REASON? FOR YOUR TREASON? 
KNIFE TO YO NECK, UH
PUSSY BOY NOW YOU BLEEDIN!
IMMA WRECK! UH
I CANT REALLY FUNCTION WITHOUT WEED SMOKE IN MY CHEST 

PUSSY BOI PLEASE DONT RUN UP
IF YOU CARE ABOUT LIFE,
IM NOT ONE TO TEST, TAKE YOUR BREATHE WITH A KNIFE
REMOVE IT FROM YO CHEST, LEAVE IT OUT ON SOME ICE, I FEEL PROUD IN LIFE. CAN ALL YOU FEEL THE SAME? 

A BULLET TO YO BRAIN, IF YOU SPEAK ON THE NAME 
I CANT REALLY SEE NO RAPPERS BUT A FEW IN MY LANE
TALKIN DOWN TO MY BROTHERS IMMA SHOOT YOU IN YA BRAIN 
FILL YO HEAD UP FULL OF LEAD, LIL
BOY I LEAVE EM DEAD

ALL YOU REALLY PUSSY, WONT DO NO SHIT FOR YOUR FRIENDS 
I CANT REALLY TELL YOU WHY All THESE RAPPERS ALWAYS ACT THE SAME 
SXLRAC LIKES TO CONQUER, HE’S A MARKSMAN IN THE GAME 
TIME TO GO TO WAR, IM WAITIN FOR THE PROPER PLAY

CREASES W VYTHE

PORTRAIT OF RAGE

DIEPERRY- INFLUX OF DECISIONS [PROD @KILLINGFRANCIS]

DIEPERRY- INFLUX OF DECISIONS [PROD @KILLINGFRANCIS + MMT]

lyrics and shit 

Oh somebody teach him etiquette
His bitch won’t let him hit 
It’s call puff puff pass why u fuck holding it 
I can’t understand you fake punks 
You posers not legit 
Why the hell you throw yo roach away 
We put those in the spliffs 
Oh these cigarettes don’t do the job
I wish that I could quit 
But lately I’ve been in my feels dawg 
I’m sadder than some tits
I can’t walk inside a church dog without a fucking exorcist 
YUH Everyday I work the same job 
These people don’t exist 
There all fucking npcs dawg
There just emotionless
That’s why once I week dawg 
This weed and I we mix 
Quit tryna speak to me dawg 
I’m  tryna get  high n shit 
But if u drop the weed dog 
U dying very quick 


So my please don’t drop the blunt 
I don’t mean to be blunt 
Yuh so please dont drop the blunt

Air him out 
Why the fuck he acting hard 
when the hoes around ?
Who the fuck got pick him up when he’s on the ground ?
Yuh we got stomp him out for dropping rolling loud
Yuh the father of this shit 
Got way to many Childs
Uhh I almost beat his ass for smoking black n milds
Yuh 150 on the dial
uh that shit brings me a smile
Posted with a white boy I think his name is Kyle

DIEPERRY- DROP THE BLUNT [PROD @KILLINGFRANCIS + MMT]

Chama que não se apaga

About "Shadows of Silence"
Silence is a weapon. This is the sound of it backfiring.

"Shadows of Silence" was not written; it was forged out of necessity. It is a direct response to the creeping chill of censorship, the hypocrisy of a two-tiered media narrative, and the corporate-approved consensus that now masquerades as public opinion. This track is a line in the sand against the digital book burning and the slow, quiet erasure of inconvenient truths.

The song tells two stories, not as isolated incidents, but as archetypes of our time. First, the truth-teller silenced by the mob and their corporate enablers ("In Charlie Kirk's Name"). Second, the forgotten victim whose tragedy doesn't fit the preferred narrative (Iryna's story). These are the shadows—the censored voices and the ignored lives that the establishment wishes you would forget.

We didn't need a ballad; we needed a battering ram. The sonic architecture of the track—a furious, syncopated fusion of hard rock and alternative metal—is intentional. It’s the sound of frustration given a voice, of apathy being burned away by raw, defiant energy. The tension in the verses mirrors the simmering anger of the unheard, and the explosive, anthemic chorus is the cathartic release we are all denied.

This track is a rallying cry for the politically homeless, the silenced majority, and anyone with a moral compass that still points true. It’s a challenge to the gatekeepers and a reminder that truth doesn't need permission to be spoken.

Play it loud. The shadows hate the light.

(Verse 1)
In the land of the free, where voices once rang, 
They silenced a man with a bullet's cruel bang. 
Charlie Kirk spoke truth, but the mob cheered his fall, 
Indoctrinated hearts, no mercy at all. 
Like Rome's leaden plates poisoning minds from within, 
They celebrate death when opinions don't win. 
Amazon's gatekeepers axed the track, 
"In Charlie Kirk's Name"—called it wack!. 
Free speech on the pyre, burned by corporate might, 
While the powerful hide in the dead of the night.

(Chorus) 
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away.
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Verse 2) 
Iryna fled war, sought safety ashore, 
But on a Charlotte train, fate closed the door. 
Stabbed in the shadows, no help from the crowd, 
She collapsed all alone, her cries not allowed. 
Where are the riots, the headlines that scream? 
For George Floyd they burned, but for her, just a dream. 
If races were flipped, the MSM would ignite, 
But white refugee blood fades out of sight. 
Peaceful protests whisper, ignored by the press, 
While lockdowns and layoffs sparked the hot mess.

(Bridge) 
It's not about money, we've got truth on our side, 
Respect and decorum, let justice be our guide. 
Corrupt politicians, hiding in plain view, 
Get 'em out of office, start something new. 
From Epstein's dark web to the A.I. machine, 
Raping the land, turning hope to a screen. 
We're in the empire's twilight, dry as a bone, 
But united we'll rise, no longer alone.

(Chorus)
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away— 
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Outro) 
So here's to the fallen, Charlie and Iryna's light, 
We'll sing through the censorship, into the fight. 
No more killing dissent, no more biased divide—
Get off the couch, let the moral compass guide.

(End )



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