Biv:

Bitch I been take a loss
Life bluer than my balls
People living off the moss
Rusty, crusty, your bitch tossed
I'm still salty and I love it
I'm still the only one livin above it
I run my business, I live on the budget
Make it myself, while you bitches is puppets
All of my bitches is bussin
All of my homies made somethin from nothin
Nobody do how I does it
If they could they would of done it
If it's money then we cut it
I don't get time for discussin,
Life been on track how I run it
Ain't gonna tell you I air out the function
But I got problems from mental consumption

Back to the pack, I feel her in my jack
Rent the staff, ya daddy cut the check
Ice on the wrist, but they slit the neck
Back to back, I lay my soul to rest

Call what you want
Boy you fake with the pump
Act like you carry the stuff
You just a moufuckin punk
Action ain't shit that you trust
Bitch you a one and you done
Call what you want,
Boy you a fake with the pump

Bitch I'll take my life, before I ever claim the street
People off and dyin, but that's problems we don't see
I don't want no vulture, but they listen, act a feign
Just because my color match the world they live and breathe

I don't want no vulture, but they listen, act a feign
Just because my color match the world they live and breathe


BLCKK:

keep that bitch just to fuck it
I ain’t never really love it
body stack i’m above it
get the paper finger fuck it I love it I’m bodying bitches in public I-

yeah
got what I wanted I did it myself
all of ya people been fucking with 12
I walk around and i’m grippin my belt
yeah yeah yeah yeah

10 of my bitch can’t take that shit
double my pay yeah fuck that split
got it all black can’t see my fit can’t see that shit like

It don’t matter what you wanted i got it already can’t sell my clique
I been through it I been did it im fucking around i’m on my shit

I just bought the first gun
I just caught the first one
yeah yeah
I ain’t paying my bond
get ya brother out the pond
yeah yeah

I compare to y’all best
I could fuck up y’all set
yeah uh
I could send it through a vest
give that pussy bitch a rest
ha

I start sippin black
I can’t run it back
i’m on track
watch me hit my shit
flip that fucking bitch
let her quit

GET IT
RIGHT
BACK
HE AINT
NEVER
COMING BACK
UH
PUT THE
BITCH
DOWN
SHE WONT
LOVE ME
WHEN IM
DOWN
UH

Pain Script ft. BLCKK

VP4L - KXNG X LEPRO$Y [PROD. BYERMASHOV]

Text:
[HOOK – low, smoky]
Shadow proof, shadow truth —
They try to blind you in the booth.
Frame by frame they twist your sight,
What looks like day was born at night.
Shadow proof, shadow truth —
Check the picture, check the spoof.
In a world of digital crime,
Don’t trust a scene without a timeline.

[VERSE 1 – detective noir]
Step into the alley, neon bleeding down the walls,
Another photo in my inbox, but the story feels too false.
Hands don’t match the shadows, lights don’t hit the face,
The angle bends like truth does in a crooked place.

Metadata’s empty — that’s a sign of guilt,
A crime scene crafted from lines a machine built.
Every pixel’s talkin’, whisperin’ what’s wrong,
But people love a headline more than being strong.

They share it, swear it, scream it like it’s fact,
But the faker ain’t a person — it’s a code attack.

[HOOK]
Shadow proof, shadow truth —
They try to blind you in the booth.
Frame by frame they twist your sight,
What looks like day was born at night.
Shadow proof, shadow truth —
Check the picture, check the spoof.
In a world of digital crime,
Don’t trust a scene without a timeline.

(solo)

[VERSE 2 – gangster rhythm, detective edge]
I walk the data-streets with a magnifying gaze,
Lookin’ for reflections that betray synthetic haze.
Reverse-search the image — comes up dead,
Like a ghost with no past, no footprints to tread.

Every story needs a witness, every claim needs proof,
But they drop these AI visions like a message from the roof.
“You won’t question this — it feels so real.”
Yeah — that’s exactly how they want you to feel.

Truth’s a rare currency, expensive on the market,
And lies? They’re cheap — you can mass-produce and spark it.

[BRIDGE – whispered noir]
Trust is fragile, breaks like glass,
One click and the future mirrors the past.
A single fake image can start a war,
So check every frame like a locked back door.

(solo)

[FINAL HOOK – heavier]
Shadow proof, shadow truth —
They try to blind you in the booth.
Frame by frame they twist your sight,
What looks like day was born at night.

Shadow proof, shadow truth —
Don’t let illusions dictate your youth.
In a world where images lie on cue,
Be the one who sees what’s true.

Shadow Proof

Ride Along (master M-M) Ft. Glo

Prod. by Biv

ft. https://soundcloud.com/blckk

piss in mi face Ft. BLCKK

TEKKEN+
⚪ : https://soundcloud.com/tekken_66
⚪ : https://twitter.com/tekken715
⚪ : https://www.instagram.com/tekken.17/

Y$57
⚪ : https://soundcloud.com/karoloser
⚪ : https://twitter.com/YVNGSVINT57
⚪ : https://www.instagram.com/karoloser/

Official Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4_Yt5kL9qc

TEKKEN+ - ERROR (PROD. Y$57) ★DARKTONES EXCLUSIVE★

WiredUP![PROD. HXSTAGE] (Instagram: @_hxstage)

cover art by yours truly
produced by the amazing @0186

Lyrics : 

[NECROLYNN]

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out 

spill your guts on the floor it's too late now
when you look down the bore it's too late now
when my face stained with blood it's too late now
gotta fist full of gore it's too late now

they call me heart seeker, I am your fever
Bloodletter make it flow let you weaken
ain't no soul reaper I am your terror
Gagged & bound her it won't get better

nightmare ethereal
I am visceral
fade to oblivion
and delirium

[FENRIR]

Running through the six 
And i got your fucking bitch
I dont talk to no snitch 
Hope u leaving feeling sick 

Boy im selling bricks 
Boy u know i got dat stick 
You are acting like prick 
Load the pistol hear a click

Bursting through your fucking door 
Shooting out hit the floor
Talking shit u want some more 
I dont care you fucking whore

Swish and a flick vingardium leviosa
Harry potter shit boy im a fucking loner 

Firing bazooka 
Cat piss super soaker
Got u in my scope yuh 
Kill u make u float yuh

Got the money in the bag 
Now im running from the twelve 
Im about to give you hell 
Getting locked up in a cell 

Cut on my wrist 
Suicide make a hit 
Dead in a ditch 
I got Knives in my kit

Røykt meg dum 
E så ung 
E så tung 
Trenger bom

Men an bør være god for eg skal dele an med 2

Make that fucking pussy suffer 
Dump the body in the gutter 
Tired of this cookie cutters 
Cut their stomach like it butter
Magic fucking cock 
I got rocks in my sock 
Lack emotions like im spock 
Born in blood no i wont stop

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out

GUNS OUT FT. FENRIR [PROD. 0186]

TREAT ME HOW U LIKE [PROD. BIV]

Spotify & Apple Music

dark thoughts

Second single taken off "Cytopathic". Coming next month!

WITH: @GULLYSPIT & @DEPTHSTRIDA
PROD: @KIRAWTHESAVIOR
MIX: @NAVVVI
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[SAINT SLEEP]
I got that cough so we set it up
Come to your block then I wet it up
Invite the virus inside of your home
Enter veins now you ape shit
Bad to the bone marrow
Black widow tap on your eyelids
Clip rip through your bitch catch her carcass on the floormat

I don't care where you been
I don't care what you seen
Mucus found on the scene

Xanax in the slammer slanging bodies out the cellar
Bet I find your skeleton hanging on the park bench
Car bent out of shape
Face down in the shit stain
Quarantine the whole trap spray the germs off the chain

DESIGNER GET STRIPPED OFF THE BODY PILE
BITCHES SELLING VACCINES ON THE BLOCK I THINK I NEED IT NOW

[BRIDGE]
Nothing left now but a dead scene and a deadlock
Burnt bridges nowhere left to go homie gotta let go
Let go
Let go
Tell me when you let go
Let go
Homie gotta let go

[GULLYSPiT]
Piss out the misery
Coke in my blood if it spill I go surfing
Get with the program or get labelled worthless
It’s not a sickness just rot on the surface
Bio-machinery ticks like a clock
Chase it with lime now the gears met a rock
Invade the middle then go back and bomb all the chalk
I know the air leave you choking but think of the stock

Pinned like an animal, pathogen phoenix
Fuck with yo mental, restructure the helix
Believe in nothing get killed with the heathens
I know it’s hard but you better not fight the adhesion
I know the lesion grows faster, increasing the fracture
With stress it reopens, no treating the cancer
Were hoping it sells

Can’t hear the siren it’s drowning itself
Doc made a promise these pills do me well
Doc made a promise that imma get right
What does he know?
Carried away by the night
I hear the silence it’s grows
I’m at the end of the rope
I know that I gotta go
Gotta let go
Gotta let go

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Peel off the surface that humans call skin
Im the disease theres no way you can win
Creep thru the city they buried me in
And father forgive me cause I commit sins
Bitch I strida walk right through your block
Ay fuck with me you get wet up
Ay they call me the devils blood
Cause I stomp humans to the ground

Ay im a virus
And you gon die from me
Okay, call me the medics
And they will run in fear
(Contagious contagious
I think I caused a plague bitch)x2