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DEEP

AKABXS - SOCIOPATH PT. IV

Prod by gravee #RIPGRAVEE

[Verse]
blast these bustas underground
Im just chillin smokin a pound
on my ass and smokin gas
mane tha shi is all i smoke
chiefin blunts up in my dome
as im chillin in my throne
had to dip up out the scene
i was faded off the greens
aint no bustas have a pound
they aint never packin rounds
mothafucka ya know i see ur bluff
aint no strap up on ya back
mane these bustas
always be tryna cap
grab da gat n bust da cap
silence bitch im smokin thrax
since ya bitches dont know
ima tell ya how dis shit goes
i talk this shit up in my tracks
i witness in my mind
to expose the system’s game
bru i get it im insane
got it off da grave
they kill a fella it starts to rain
im just tha phenomonistic 
Anti-Pacifist
watch me curve up on these bitches
im just smokin potent
whipping the ufo up pass the clouds 

[Hook]
BLAST EM UNDER
BLAST EM UNDER
BLAST EM UNDER
UNDERGROUND
BLAST EM UNDER
BLAST EM UNDER
BLAST EM UNDER
UNDERGROUND
BLAST EM UNDER
BLAST EM UNDER
BLAST EM UNDER
UNDERGROUND
BLAST EM UNDER
BLAST EM UNDER
BLAST EM UNDER
UNDERGROUND

13: BLAMANE - BLAST EM UNDER PROD. GRAVEE

EXTEMA DA SICKOMANE - HOOD LIFE

Desperation

The Gable Window

Cold Shadows

The Lynx In The Willows

Same words, different world.

There was a time when the world was quiet. Or maybe it wasn’t the world—maybe it was just me. I remember the silence, the kind that wasn’t empty but full, the kind that settled softly like dusk over a slow-moving river. Back then, my mind was still a place I could rest in, not a storm I had to survive.

It must have started as a whisper, a small ripple in the stillness, something I thought would pass. But it grew until it became everything. Now, the quiet feels like something I dreamed, something too distant to be real. I chase it, reach for it in the rare moments when the chaos slows.

And I am left here, a drift in the wind, unable to remember what it felt like to simply be.

Sometimes, late at night, when the world is half-asleep, I almost hear it again. A memory of silence, pressed between heartbeats, between the ticking of the clock and the sigh of the wind against the glass. But it never stays. The storm always finds its way back, tearing through my thoughts, scattering them like leaves in a wind I cannot stop.

I wonder - was I ever truly at peace, or was it only the absence of knowing what would come? And if I was, if that silence was real, is it lost forever? Or is it waiting for me somewhere, just beyond the horizon?

I remember the silence (rework)

Soldier Of God (Extra Slowed + Reverb)

How To Disappear Completely

My main job is video editing/vfx and color correction. I'm doing music for passion and release. I cannot fucking stand politics and world bullshit. This is supposed to be about creativity and connecting with people over a common goal and interest. Long term schizophrenia and PTSD survivor just trying to make my way through life.

The Lynx In The Willows

Cold Winds of Sorrow