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Foudeqush & Ludwig Göransson - Con La Brisa (Pierro Remix)

Killer Gzz - River3ay (Prod. by Yxrrboy)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Wooh)
No signal in the hills, now they can't reach me (Skrrt)
Fake vibes fade when the real get preachy (Sheesh)

[Verse 1]
I was dolo in the loft, watchin' smoke swirl (Smoke)
Now my name buzzin’ heavy in the whole world (Facts)
She ain't loyal, let her slide, I don’t hold girls (Nah)
Marble floors echo steps when I stroll, girl (Yeah)
I don't flex for the 'Gram, this my life, G (G)
Even demons show respect when they sight me (Wooh)
Got a shooter readin’ scripture on a night beat (Brrrra)
I been floatin' off the pain, gettin’ high-key (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
I got no signal in the hills, still I’m tapped in (Tapped in)
No postin', but the checkbook active (Cha-ching)
She want vibes, but I’m stuck in a backspin (Backspin)
Fell in love with a ghost — call it past tense (Ha)
No signal in the hills, but the gold glow (Glow)
Hundred mil' dreams wrapped in rose gold (Skrrt)
Labels callin', but I move like I’m solo (Solo)
All that noise gettin’ lost in the ozone (Wooh)

[Verse 2]
Got a call from my ex, said I changed quick (Quick)
Told her love don't live here — it’s vacant (Vacant)
Now the wrist worth more than the bracelet (Ice)
And my shooter got a scope, not to waste it (Pow)
Used to pray for a meal — now I hate breaks (Hate it)
Grew my circle tight, less snake shit (Yeah)
Now it's AMG curves when I lane switch (Skrrt)
Coupe flyin' like the whole whip weightless (Let’s ride)

[Chorus]
I got no signal in the hills, still I’m tapped in (Tapped in)
No postin', but the checkbook active (Active)
She want vibes, but I’m stuck in a backspin (Spin out)
Fell in love with a ghost — call it past tense (Woooh)
No signal in the hills, but the gold glow (Glow)
Hundred mil' dreams wrapped in rose gold (Facts)
Labels callin', but I move like I’m solo (Solo)
All that noise gettin’ lost in the ozone (Gone)

[Bridge]
Money tall, no talk, just show signs (Show signs)
I been ghost, no reach, on my own time (Own time)
Took the stairs to the top, had to grow mine (Grow mine)
Now my life on freeze like a snowline (Wooh)

[Verse 3]
Y’all was sleepin’ — now the wave got 'em seasick (Splash)
I was built for the crown, not a remix (Nah)
She want love, but I ghost — no prefix (Gone)
Now she sendin’ all caps like a tweet glitch (Ha)
In the hills, no bars but my stock rise (Rise up)
Every move feelin’ different like I got ties (Got 'em)
Tory flow in my pen when I drop lines (Let’s go)
And the wrist talk back like it’s online (Brrra)

[Chorus]
I got no signal in the hills, still I’m tapped in (Tapped in)
No postin', but the checkbook active (Active)
She want vibes, but I’m stuck in a backspin (Backspin)
Fell in love with a ghost — call it past tense (Past)
No signal in the hills, but the gold glow (Yeah)
Hundred mil' dreams wrapped in rose gold (Dreams)
Labels callin', but I move like I’m solo (Solo)
All that noise gettin’ lost in the ozone (Ozone)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah)
No signal, no chains — just a clear view (Clear)

Lost In The Ozone [Prod. PMO Music]

matteo montesi - un sol corpo un sol spirito

I ✝️ BEING CHRISTIAN I WILL ASCEND! tysm Lord for giving instructions only i can see thru ppl online

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Drums for the Body & Soul.
Mi nuevo EP Tribalismo presenta 4 tracks originales diseñados para el dancefloor. Una explosión de percusión tribal, groove y ritmo hipnótico, creados para hacer vibrar el cuerpo y mover la cadera sin parar.

Drums for the Body & Soul.
My new EP Tribalismo features 4 original tracks crafted for the dancefloor—an explosion of tribal percussion, groove, and hypnotic rhythm, made to make your body move and your hips shake.


Tribalismo

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Ghetto tribal  - (Free DL)

jk ill haha bugged my mind virtually hexed since i been clean from june 2nd jealousy wants me to relapse but im not what i appear to be ima real shapeshifter ion need meth in order to pierce thru perception #muertøf13dK

surveillance [landfill]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Wooh) (Dreamin')
Runnin' through time with my eyes on the ceiling—
But I still see you (Still see you)

[Chorus]
I can't breathe a line that don't trace back to you
Can’t sip slow without the taste of truth (Yeah)
Is it wild I’m still caught in your orbit? (Caught)
Everything’s a ghost when your voice don’t loop (Loop)
Every beat I write got your shadow in it
Tryna sketch the stars but the sky feel tinted
Can’t fill this void if you ain't in it (Nah)
Everything means zero if your name ain't printed (Uh)

[Verse 1]
(Yeah) Moonlight ricochetin’ off my doubt (Skrrt)
In a room full of noise, but your silence the loudest (Facts)
I been scribblin' galaxies on napkin corners (Stars)
But your constellation missin', it's a mournin' disorder (BRrrra)
Caught in loops, watchin’ smoke form your shape (Shape)
Phone lit up, still prayin’ it break (Ring-ring)
Reality stretchin’ like vinyl warped slow
And I’m runnin’ in echoes where you used to show (Gone)
(Wait) I’m in a cage of rewinded days
Still tappin’ your name in invisible braille
Told myself I’d let go of the wave
But I’m drownin’ in details I never could mail (Ouuu)

[Pre-Chorus]
Tried to ghost the feelin' like I ghosted calls
But it haunt like a drumline in mirrored halls (Boom)
Knew your rhythm before your flaws (Yeah)
But what’s the price of a love that never stalls? (Tell me)

[Chorus]
I can't breathe a line that don't trace back to you
Can’t sip slow without the taste of truth (Uh)
Is it wild I’m still caught in your orbit?
Everything’s a ghost when your voice don’t loop (Loop)
Every beat I write got your shadow in it
Tryna sketch the stars but the sky feel tinted
Can’t fill this void if you ain't in it
Everything means zero if your name ain't printed (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
(Let’s Go!)
Pages burn but I still read your laugh (Laugh)
Time stretchin’ thin like glass on a graph (Crack)
Thought the ink dried—but it bled through maps (Uh)
Now I’m lost in a city your memory traps (BRrrra)
Told 'em I’m chill—but the fire don’t lie
Still hear you in sirens, in songs that slide (Yeah)
Even in silence—I replay goodbyes
Like a drumline loopin’ in midnight skies (Boom)
I erased your name in the margins of pain
But the shape of the letters got stuck in my brain (Skrrt)
Now I’m penning these riddles, these mirrors and lanes
Still searchin’ your echo in digital rain (Tap-tap)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I’m good at pretendin’ like the sky ain’t cracked
But my soul keep hummin’ like a faded track
Tryna hold back what I can’t redact
But your name be the ink—I keep comin’ back (Back)

[Chorus]
I can't breathe a line that don't trace back to you
Can’t sip slow without the taste of truth
Is it wild I’m still caught in your orbit? (Caught)
Everything’s a ghost when your voice don’t loop
Every beat I write got your shadow in it
Tryna sketch the stars but the sky feel tinted
Can’t fill this void if you ain't in it
Everything means zero if your name ain't printed (Zero)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Your Name Ain’t Printed [Prod. PMO Music]

⏳ The clock’s ticking. "FINAL HOUR" by QWAY-LO just dropped—and it’s pure pressure. ⏳

At 80 BPM and deep in the shadows of C# minor, this beat moves with intent. It’s slow, heavy, and unforgiving—built for rappers who thrive in the pocket and spit with purpose. The drums hit like concrete, while haunting melodies swirl through the mix like smoke before a fire.

This isn’t background music—it’s the final round. The moment before the mic drops. The beat that dares you to say something real.

Perfect for gritty bars, high-stakes storytelling, or a cold freestyle that leaves no room for second chances, “FINAL HOUR” is more than a track—it’s a statement.

🎤 Your moment is now. No rewinds. No do-overs. Just you, the beat, and the weight of every word.

Step in before the last second strikes.

FINAL HOUR

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30 tracks from the digital graveyard.
Swim City rips a hole in the timeline and lets the chaos leak in.
From candy-drenched lust to roadside paranoia, BANDOBACHI don’t stop to explain.
It’s loud. It’s fast. It’s bloody romantic.
This ain’t a mixtape — it’s a meltdown.

Includes the cult single "WOLFMODE" + unreleased heat only the dead remember.

For the moshpit. For the outcasts. For the kids who stopped pretending.

producer list
espliciticz , 4NY , fukk2beatz, 1Kamui ,highsoulja, liquid, dopechef, astro, neiren, omgzanoza, dil0,

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