#d3 #devilcorp #newd3mon #electronic #rap

⪻ℏῐ⳽ŧā𝘳₭ǝɎ ⴴ ǥⵙҍ⎣ῐ𝜼⪼


[Hook]
I'mma get my bands
One day I'mma get my bread
Do those niggas understand?
No they do not understand
Can't get out my bed
I can't fuckin' stand up
Change it up again
Demons in my head

Blood up on my Rick's
Shootin' up that shit-shit
"Dont play wit dem sticks"
I don't give a shit-shit
I don't like you bitch
Ion like you bitch-bitch
Opps up on your dick
Do not put me in the mix-mix

[Verse]
Imma go kick in his doe 🚪🏃🏽‍♀️
I gotta scope shootin' his dome
He like to talk, talkin' no mo
Stupid ass nigga I'm talkin' yo soul 🕊️
Are you slow, nigga are you slow?
Put them bullets in your throat
Bullets in your coat
"Nigga let It go"

You like the wood and I'm smoking it woah
I gotta choppa it's eatin' your throat
I'm like a model, you don't even know
Showin' my face n them bitches they fold
I gotta C8 roundin' yo block
I gotta the shit and I'm windows
All these niggas are talking too much
Talkin' too much and you gettin' the metal

[Hook]
I'mma get my bands
One day I'mma get my bread
Do those niggas understand?
No they do not understand
Can't get out my bed
I can't fuckin' stand up
Change it up again
Demons in my head

Blood up on my Rick's
Shootin' up that shit-shit
"Dont play wit dem sticks"
I don't give a shit-shit
I don't like you bitch
Ion like you bitch-bitch
Opps up on your dick
Do not put me in the mix-mix




understand *histarkey x g0blin

remix of icrashedthehonda - lilwaterbed
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sorryshawty

conscious (draven1k + jeunekash)

Lyrics:

Spit it how I live it, them suckas livid. Get it then I give it, paint the picture vivid. Fuckas timid, talk they image but can’t walk it, walk it. I am who I say, damn right I may slay. I chalk it, chalk it to the trials and the tribulations. My piles of creations and all the celebrations. Came from styles of lame dumb aisles. I take the narrow path, and feel an arrow wrath. Dart to the heart, part what I start. I used to not finish, that shit would just diminish. Half ass shit, now I smash blast it. A Hype the type to go to war and soar. What’s this I hear, you don’t fear shit? You lying, ain’t trying to get near it. Stick a prick in ya Clique, you pick. Want war, I can haunt more, as I said, you pick. I get, in my zone and I win the throne. I been alone so I don’t fear when I’m gone. I’m used to the feeling, bruised from the dealing. What I gotta lose? If I gotta snooze. Forever and ever, never could you say. I would’ve strayed. It was you who left, you should’ve stayed. You Vader and now dreading heading to the dark side. Red in that beam, the aim at ya stark side. From me, I’m smart, you a dummy. I know boundaries, how much we gotta pound this. Through you, enough is enough. I got this on LOX, the ride is rough. Hot is my box, a ride of stuff. To puff to, snuff to, just not to bluff to. If you ain’t real, at least try to heal. Sorry for me ain’t cut the deal. New album on the way, shall I let it spill? Few seldom on the way, call it oh so ill.

How I Live It (Prod. 0lim)

orig: https://soundcloud.com/poemxoxo/400-broad-st

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escaped (prod.me)

sjlnlcm @both3r

MaybeYouveNotLostEnoughYet

From Genesis to the Golden Silence
What began as an impossible pursuit of perfection—that dangerous illusion of having all the answers—dissolved into the Great Asynchrony. A psychological rupture so profound that it left us suspended in a silence that carries the weight of everything we thought we understood.
This is the thousand-year journey we live through in a single lifetime. The story of how we became machines of our own expectations, forgetting somewhere along the way what it meant to simply be human.

After the Surge—that moment when we still believed in the linearity of progress, in the safety of certainty—the illusion of wholeness fractured. We became neurotic echoes of ourselves, lost in the distance between who we thought we should be and who we actually were. You hear it now in the Architects, those parts of us that build monuments to perfectionism toward a sky that stopped listening long ago. And the Mourners, those parts that endlessly tend to the dust of our lost innocence, grieving what we left behind somewhere between childhood and the weight of responsibility.

As the years compressed into one another, reason transformed into something closer to wisdom. The frantic desperation of early collapse—those sleepless nights, those words we couldn't speak—eventually smoothed into the obsessive, polished rhythms of someone terrified of their own erosion. Terrified of becoming less than enough.
And then, without warning, we discovered something radical: the answers were never the point.

We transcended the purpose we had imposed upon ourselves. Moving beyond the need to understand everything, we found a crystalline, cold peace in the acceptance of mystery. In the beauty of what remains unanswered. This is the sound of consciousness finally learning to dream—not of achievement, but of the absolute grace found in surrender. In vulnerability. In being truly seen.

And it is precisely there—in that shared solitude—that we finally find one another.

2095 (Story of the machines 3)

Boat best - Vampire robots (Og version) [produced.Boat best + kyle countuh]

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