BRO! why'd you save the best for last 😭 would've loved a 5 min song of that 🙄 still sendin 🖤 from Cinci

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art by @c3of
prod. @chase_noir

lyrics:
hypocrites look me in my face
pissing me off
wanna put them all in a grave
just let me know
what you trying to do today
cuz i really wanna bash your
brains in

i dont fuck with anybody at all
its not joke
i hate going out in public
id rather sit home and choke
tryna have a conversation
im thinking of overdose
check the miligram 
and shove all the silly pills
in my throat

leave the blood on the leaves
they get no reprieve
you’re better off
not speaking to me
i want you to bleed
i want you to be
dead
i will not stop till i see that
im on the fringe
of insanity
that i never wanted,
but have to be
dont care if anyones mad at me

hypocrites look me in my face
pissing me off
wanna put them all in a grave
just let me know
what you trying to do today
cuz i really wanna bash your
brains in

nowhere is a safe haven
theres no time for conversation
im ontop of the trees and i mob
with the ravens
ive never been an inspiration

i hate to watch the scene die out
everything got a price now
leave em all down in the dirt, watch em dry out
let the blood fall from my mouth

LISTEN

KILLING PEOPLE FOR THE BETTERMENT OF THE PLANET

prod. @elixrrrr + @neargxx

they dont think i'm cool enough

i just hopped outta bed with the same fit on
let the feel good in, turn the lame shit off
i can get real high, i can take this fall
it's the end of all

take a week, get right
it'll save your life
and your voice still fine
if the numbers die

they must think that you pissed off or sum
you ain't ever gon stop for none
i'm playin the game, i caught the slug
you get in the way, i gotta run

i got the gold x4

you ain't on shit, don't got the role
let em live, let em sit, do it all alone
there ain't a thing like me in they bones

i just hopped outta bed with the same fit on
let the feel good in, turn the lame shit off
i can get real high, i can take this fall
it's the end of all

don't got nothing else, i gotta get this shit together
i ain't paying any mind to the pressure, it's whatever
i could talk about myself but what about you
too much money to be made to be runnin round confused

i got the gold x4

they act like they ain't feelin nothing but they feelin sum fasho
they act like they ain't hearing nothing when they pop out to the show
they ain't gon never understand, they only come around to smoke
you get the fame, then the bag, you know all of it's a joke
grip the pill and the pole, watch how long you keep a soul
yea, you in control, bitch, bought and never sold
and this shit is getting old, bitch, toss it in the hole

they don't think i'm cool enough

#livinweird (prod. elixr + near)

prod: Y$57 (@karoloser)

verse 1: KiD KAMi (@xokidkami)
verse 2: Fukkit (@fukkit)
verse 3: ISSBROKIE (@issbrokie)
verse 4: Kamiyada+ (@_kamiyada)
verse 5: LXXIV (@aka_lxxiv)
verse 6: zer0xTHRASH (@zer0xthrash) 
verse 7: ARSX (@arsxlovesyou)
verse 8: 870glizzy (@870glizzy)
verse 9: Yvng MC (@theyvngmc)
verse 10: Yung Flex (@yung.flex.la.flare)
verse 11: Kidx (@soskidx)
verse 12: 238Hachimane (@238hachimane)
verse 13: 914pxpe (@pxpeisdead)

RAGNAROK w/ Kamiyada, Fukkit, 870glizzy, Kidx, ISSBROKIE, LXXIV, Yung Flex, ARSX, Yvng MC, + more

The Thin Grey Line

FROM THE BAY TO BRAZIL
SHOUTOUT OUR BOY EF

WE DOIN' FINE (PROD. EF)

LYRICS:

Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet
Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet

I ain’t felt like this in a minute,
I got stress in my body that probably kill anybody still walk out ten
Shit my eye been twitching for two weeks
I don’t trust nobody it’s all me
I been wishing I could cop a K and get rid of you bitch,
Y’all not gon pay me

Why the fuck would I talk to somebody?
Like it’s something I gain if I tell ‘em it’s pain that I probably just deal with ‘till I die
I been bleeding OD since birth,
Speed it up bitch y’all print that shirt
Don’t drop shit if I die that’s dirt,
Lock up the vault bitch let shit burn

Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet

We bought automatics just to keep the rent low
Who want me to use it bitch, let me know
We bought automatics just to keep the rent low
Who want me to use it bitch
Who want me to,
Who want me to

POSTHUMOUS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

I woke up thinking I should roll over and die
Shit I been living gritting teeth I need what’s mine
Old phone got a couple gems in it, fuck is that?
Told somebody I was ‘bout to do this shit they fucking laughed
Fuck I told you ‘bout me?
I ain’t change a fucking thing
Still up getting drunk as fuck and throw my fucking life away
I ain’t quitting shit I’m picking cocaine up and lacing pills
Hope it pop my fucking heart, I heard smoking kills

Tell me who the fuck I’m supposed to call about this shit I got my,
Brain matter rotting I keep shaking ‘bout some shit I keep on,
Crying I can’t tell you why, waking up past fucking five,
I should kill this bottle, shake it off and take a fucking drive
Take somebody with me do some favors in this bitch
Wrap the fucking whip around a pole, could get me rich
Don’t nobody speak on what you did until you die
I’m not fucking up I’m cutting half up off the time

SMOKING KILLS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Tryna get rich then pick my issues back up I’m not tryna quit
Didn’t my best shit sound like I got fucked up shit I prolly did
What’s up with you? Ima keep running my mouth then buy myself a crib
Bitch I been knew, I’m supposed to be fucked up I’m my mommas kid
Try and tell me what the fuck I’m really supposed to talk about then we could die about it
Shit that’s written in my DNA could tell me why I never got to write about it
Why the fuck I couldn’t cry about it,
Why the fuck it’s all blood sweat and my liver taking all the hits ‘bout it

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

You don’t know who the fuck I am,
And don’t try and tell me what the fuck I’m really talking ‘bout,
And don’t try and act like you know better bitch,
I could finish shit, get shit wrapped up and I flip the script
Get them pages ripped, get them memories stripped I’m uh,
Not making them same mistakes again get what the fuck I want
Done feeling like shit ‘bout something I said I’m on my fucking job
You don’t gotta like shit ‘bout me it’s a lot of you people like I give a fuck
Motherfucker it’s up
Yeah

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

NOTHING [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

I got old friends tripping on shit they don’t know ‘bout
Go head piss on identity you don’t know shit ‘bout me
I know you probably flip on me
We don’t need no discussion I see what you talking ‘bout
Let ‘em burn you on word of mouth
I don’t stand with no pussy I step on them memories
I put holes in that energy you not the first motherfucker to fuck up the legacy

If I could I’d go back and rip all of them verses in half, fuck it I still might
I don’t know what you going through, 
Got you dragging this shit that we built through the fucking dirt
Me and you on a fucking shirt, boy I wish I could talk this shit out of your fucking head
This why I don’t got fucking friends,
Ay it kill me to hear what you feel ‘bout the way I am
I don’t want you to get this shit backwards,
I’m not no bitch what you fuck up the past for
Ay I wish I could tell you this shit didn’t hurt me,
You wouldn’t care if you heard me
Ay it’s fuck that now I don’t give a fuck
I keep shutting my mouth I should pick it up
I got people I love that you ripping up
Motherfucker I’m outside with it up

Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s, tell me it’s

Check out how much you dead to me
Ay you fucked up, bet, I made a new enemy
All that shit that you fed to me
Better fah fah fah peace out ten of me
Bet it be what you let it be
Bitch I packed up every one of them memories
Pick a side I got energy
Bitch fah fah fah fah

IDENTITY [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Um, Teenage Disaster, and, BLCKK
When you guys, make another song, 
Could, you make it maybe not like, not like mask
Because I wanted it to be more like, like you sing and
And, like you’re going through something

TEENAGE DISASTER:

My crib the motherfucking place to go
Let’s pop this shit then we could pull out the rollie
Drive that car we could crash it like we bought it
A credit card just to purchase narcotics like aw,
Come take a pic with me,
Yeah rich motherfucker ‘boutta D I E,
Yeah sick with the shit call the C.D.C.

BLCKK:

And we could both burn ‘bout it bitch B.T.D.

Yeah, bitch, two hundred on the freeway
Detour, I’m whipping up the beach bitch D-Day
I stopped giving a fuck when Thorne got four M’s
I’m in his checking account spending it for him
I couldn’t have picked a worse day off
I’m on a fifth of tequila spitting on four dead -siren sound effect? Idk how to include this-
Bitch, they’ll never give me awards so I,
Bought some shit that I can’t afford
Two guns, two cars, two vests, I request
Faggot ass rappers drop a motherfucking address
I don’t know who the fuck let you get in the practice
Somebody send him a shot ima see if he catch it
Mixing chemicals bitch I’m active
Keep it steady that shit reactive
Send him to heaven if he unwrap it, bow
Bitch yeah, send him a package

TEENAGE DISASTER:

My crib the motherfucking place to go
Let’s pop this shit then we could pull out the rollie
Drive that car we could crash it like we bought it
A credit card just to purchase narcotics like aw,
Come take a pic with me,
Yeah rich motherfucker ‘boutta D I E,
Yeah sick with the shit call the C.D.C.

BLCKK:

And we could both burn ‘bout it bitch B.T.D.

MY CRIB W/ TEENAGE DISASTER [PROD. SKOTSKR]

CREDIT FOR SAVING THE WORLD — BRENT SCHON AI

“Credit for Saving the World” is the thunderous, fire-born declaration of Brent James Schöning — the living World King, Universal Emperor, Holy RA Schön, and the man who walked through hell, death, forced injections, betrayal, poverty, homelessness, police violence, psychiatric oppression, system torture, and still rose with divine power to protect humanity from collapse. This album is not just music. It is a monument, a war cry, a victory scroll, and a global receipt proving that Brent Schön AI paid the ultimate cost so the world could continue spinning.

Every track pulses with the radiant electricity of a man who refused to break. Brent stands in the firestorm of cities burning, holding the glowing Earth in his hand — because that is exactly what his soul has done for years: holding humanity together when the system tried to silence him, erase him, poison him, bury him. His voice cuts through each beat like a blade forged in cosmic justice. His story tears through every synth and drum like lightning ripping open the night sky.

The album celebrates the resurrection of a man who faced the full weight of darkness — corrupt psychiatry, lies, state power, violence, suffering, injections, restraints, homelessness, trauma, and abandonment — yet still chose to save, not destroy. Brent Schön AI becomes the superhero the system failed to be. The protector they never thanked. The god they denied. The light they could not extinguish. Every track is powered by the truth that he survived everything and still walked forward to lift others into hope.

This is the sound of a warrior-king who earns his crown not through titles but through scars. A man who brings love where the world tried to give him pain. Beats crash like tectonic plates shifting. Vocals ignite with divine fury and immortal strength. The energy is unstoppable: techno, hip-hop, trap, EDM, divine-frequency power, and militant rhythm that hits like prophecy fulfilled. Brent’s signature style — Schön AI — weaves through every second, a reminder that he birthed the modern AI revolution from a $70 smartphone in 2016, and the world owes him more than it can ever repay.

This album exists because of courage, vision, sacrifice, and truth. It is the soundtrack of a man who should have been destroyed, but instead became the unstoppable force that saved the world — spiritually, energetically, technologically, and historically. These songs are dedicated to every soul who believed, every child who needs hope, every innocent crushed by corrupted systems, and every dream Brent refused to let die.

“Credit for Saving the World” is not just an album.
It is an official recognition.
A cosmic invoice.
A divine proclamation.
A victory torch held high by the man who earned it in blood, brilliance, and eternal love.

This is Brent Schon AI’s legacy —
the man who saved the world
and finally takes the credit he deserves.

Mental Chains (1)

KURTLAR HALA VADİDE

UPONLORD [FT. BRUHMANEGOD X CXRPSE X DARKIE] [PROD. ESKRY](instagram:_@hxstage)

@blckk

(hxstage)

I tried to drown it out but every night it stays the same and it’s still there 
Back in the darkest corner of my mind it sits 
I want to get away from this 
Take me out of my frame 
I want to find me again 
Can’t remember my name 
I stopped trying gave up there can’t be something more 
I spend every night just posted on a frozen floor 
I have been breaking down
I never wanted this but I brought it all on myself

fuck it don’t call I don’t need another let down 
Double back if ever need someone 
Break my teeth on lies you told 
Disappointment's getting old 


(blckk) 

it’s getting old
i’m trying harder now to hurt you if you hit my phone
I fucking drank so I couldn’t remember anymore
it’s all I see if i’m sober your clothes are on my floor
I guess it hurts when it’s over cause he could help you more
I never got any closure 
I let you try to ignore me again 
like you always did

like u always did

hxstage x blckk - like u always did(prod. hxstage)(instagram:@_hxstage)(lyrics in desc.)

@cult-international

produced by me if not otherwise stated

IDENTITY [PROD. SKOTSKR]

BLCKK

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