Song 1- King $atan- IGIWTA (prod. GRiMM Doza x bsd.u)
Song 2- King $atan- Killamortis (prod. Willie B)

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King $atan- Oldies

I made this for anyone building their life from the spine outward…
For the ones steady while everything spins…
For the ones who move worlds by moving within first.

-Niko Mac

Center Of Mass

[Verse]

Yo, bounce off the walls like a rubber band,

Pocket full of nothin', but I still got plans.

Shoes so worn, they whisper when I walk,

But the pavement listens every time I talk.



Slick moves sharper than a barber’s blade,

Ideas in my head like a live grenade.

Clock tickin' faster, hands won’t wait,

So I’m runnin’ on fumes, tryna chase my fate.



[Chorus]

Bounce, bounce, feel it in your spine,

Rhythm in my chest, heartbeat on time.

Bounce, bounce, let it unwind,

Life’s a crooked road, but I’m walkin' the line.



[Verse 2]

Drip so cold, turn a sauna to snow,

Words flow dirty, like a river won’t close.

Hat tipped low, eyes scan for the glow,

In the dark of the night where the wild things grow.



Got a soul made of steel but my feet stay light,

In a shadow-boxin’ match with the ghosts of the night.

Every line I drop’s like a spark in the dark,

Ignitin' whole forests from the tiniest spark.



[Chorus]

Bounce, bounce, feel it in your spine,

Rhythm in my chest, heartbeat on time.

Bounce, bounce, let it unwind,

Life’s a crooked road, but I’m walkin' the line.

Bouncing Bars

See him Dwells in the darkness
Rails in the shit till he car sick
Only see his eyes when the caste lit 
Try to find a smile without a tar lip 
Single file for the hard shit and the shard, bitch.

them hooded brevs walks heads over necks, 
necks over chest 
slinging bags of the best of asbestos 
5 beaks face north eyes south, chase sores 
Only hold them jaws when you hide from the Police Force

Tin foil carpet, house the bastard
who done rubbed her nose in the casket.

Town with a thousand roundabouts, 
Pass a snouts, come downs are bound to shout.

We R G's says it in the post code 
Smoke class b’s, All my boys shot crow.

We R G's says it in the post code 
Smoke class b’s, All my boys shot crow.

Car sick carcinogen, bars split when in a trend
Belligerent to sin again, the hidden plant of thickened skin.

Decipels known to hear me, Lack decibels for listening 
The Jezebels of Ritalin sat picketing my christening

I tell you Beauty is relative, heads to the chest with it 
my duty to sedative, spreads round repetitive.

Negative foresight clouded but see fine 
awake for a fortnight, you’re a sight for a sore mind

Town with a thousand roundabouts, 
Pass a snouts, come downs are bound to shout.

We R G's says it in the post code 
Smoke class b’s, All my boys shot crow.

We R G's says it in the post code 
Smoke class b’s, All my boys shot crow.

Your Estr.

42/12


wonda - your baby 
reuploading cus he took this shit down
not my song all credits to Wonda!!!!

ur baby - tobi lou

it don't make sense ft. atlas prod. Wrona Da Beatmaker

Finish To Start

Good Times

Good Times (prod. Hotline)

nothing (Prod. $wedo Beats)

kimetsu no yaiba is my fav anime of this season 


art by tun evah : https://www.deviantart.com/tunevah/art/Nezuko-Kamado-Kimetsu-no-Yaiba-802856734

it don't make sense ft. atlas prod. Wrona Da Beatmaker

Bryson McGee