hollowtiphero_viss_sh6ne_no_auto_perc40.wav

garments (anthonyramxs)

rocket - hunchovelly (slo x trp)

@1skoolproject
5 wit @slojittfree
7 and 10 wit @9bluu

july samples 1/1 (prod.skoolproject)

July Samples 1/1 [prod. sano]

call up slime ft cadeezy (livedfears)

9th w/ @styckfr
10th w/ @styckfr & @gnrlyx
last w/ @styckfr

October Samples 1/1 (prod. ezel)

JUSTIN BIEBER GOATSHHTDEMO

deadmaryy is a weirdo. 


beat fye tho...

leaving mary dead (deadmaryy) #DEADMARYY WEIRD ASF

Iconism Samples - October 2025



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VERSE 1 – Cosmic Happy Hour
Life drags me to a shadowed spot, last call for broken days.
A dim star leans above the roof; its shimmer lights my ways.
I tap my fingers on the bar and ask for something wild—
A truth that hits me honest, fierce, unfiltered, unreviled.

PRE-CHORUS 1
Old parts of me shrink back in fear,
New parts laugh and step in clear.

CHORUS
Give me a mix that cuts then mends,
that shakes me once, then lifts again.
One bold message through the static camp—
I raise this day like a wavering lamp.
“Try not to die, champ,” the shadows say—
“Keep choosing the unruly way.”


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VERSE 2 – Hill For No Reason
The road leans sharp beneath my feet,
mocking every doubt I meet.
Horns throw heat from hurried lanes,
but still I rise and cut through strains.
Some folks chase soft predictable light,
but I crave corners that bend the night.

PRE-CHORUS 2
Stand too long on a tilted street
and you lose the ground beneath your feet.

CHORUS
Give me a mix that cuts then mends,
that shakes me once, then lifts again.
One bold message through the static camp—
I hold this day like a wavering lamp.
“Try not to die, champ,” the echoes say—
“Keep choosing the unruly way.”


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VERSE 3 – Underdog Orbit
My friends cheer loud from distant rings
each time my ragged courage sings.
Small kindness crack the hardest stone;
their echoes bring me safely home.
Hidden forces tilt my map,
yet luck still meets me where I step.

PRE-CHORUS 3
Stormclouds crowd the widest view,
but one thin ray still cuts me through.

CHORUS
Give me a mix that cuts then mends…
(you know the rest rising through the bends).

TAG
“Try not to die, champs,” the heavens say—
“Keep dancing the unruly way.”


VERSE 1
Here I go, dodging cracks in the street,
weaving through noise with blistered feet.
Midday weight presses on my chest—
still I chase the story that feels best.
Why keep moving when the world says stop?
Because stillness tilts and doubts rise up.
Momentum keeps the ghosts at bay
and quiets what fear tries to say.

CHORUS
I carry a kink in the soul—
that wild small fracture I can’t control.
For every bright power I cradle inside,
there’s a soft cracked place I tend to hide.
Grace grows steady along that brink—
the gift and the crack, that kink.


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VERSE 2
Every face in the rushing crowd
keeps their secrets wrapped in loud.
Strong ones break when the nights run long,
quiet ones rise when the world feels wrong.
I hold sharp wit, yet tender bone,
hide from love then fear being alone.
The part of me that shines with light
leans on the flaw that keeps me right.

CHORUS
I carry a kink in the soul…
(and the mantra repeats its whole).

BRIDGE
Maybe some cosmic watcher smiled
and paired my strength with something wild—
a soft flawed zone inside my chest
so every triumph stays humble-blessed.

FINAL CHORUS/TAG
So when I stumble on my private ache,
I remember every heart must break.
Half saint, half mess, half honest truth—
this kink keeps me aligned with proof.


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JUSTIN BIEBER GOATSHHTDEMO

Blondejosh (@blondejoshh)