Evil

this oneeeee is a throwback to like 2013-2014, somewhere around there I feel like this kind of trap was popular
i've had lots of moments at live shows where this kind of beat comes on and i instantly bass face and turn into a creature
i hope that happens to you when you listen to this

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Another Level

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TRAPSEASON - WUUKZ X SIRSTEEZ

South Face Mix 2024

I drop the tape lines drawn by ghosts,
Quiet roots lift stone where no one toasts.

I gather names I left in old halls,
Dim bulbs hum out; my echo withdraws.

Signed vows drip down the windowpane,
Fine print runs off into silver rain.

I bless the crack where daylight slides,
No blame, just path where my weight resides.

I hold my worth above crowded rooms,
No empty thrones, no bargain fumes.

Those who scan for shine, step past;
My glow loves those who love it last.

Right on time—my slow-burn, fluent stride,
Hands off the clock; I walk, I ride.

I quit chasing doors that swing for show,
I love the handles that move and know.

Every soft no saves one soft life,
I cut one thread, unhook ten knives.

Calm leans down where the fever flew,
I clear that smoke; I keep what’s true.

I stack my days like steady stones,
No more masks that steal my tones.

Old stories pack their bags tonight,
I keep the lines that land in light.

If you feel my pace, you match my feet,
If not, no war; our routes don’t meet.

I leave like dawn slips out of black,
Clean break, no scorch, no looking back.

I let wrong tables lose my chair,
Empty space grows greener air.

Right on time—my golden inward beam,
No scramble sprint, no swollen dream.

I trust the pull that speaks low, clear,
No circus hook, no yarn of fear.

I tune my spine to quiet yes,
I walk through less and live in more.

My bones remember every wait,
Still I arrive through my own gate.

Love that left taught shape, not lack,
I pour that lesson; I never crawl back.

I hold my palm to my own face,
I love the lines, the woman, the grace.

I choose slow roads that match my eyes,
I read clean skies, not borrowed lies.

What rings true walks close, unshamed,
What drifts loose falls off unnamed.

Right on time—no late, no rush,
Just heartbeat tempo, holy hush.

I plant each no like quiet seed,
Roots learn the dark, then rise and lead.

The ones who see me, walk in tune,
We share soft streets and honest moon.

I stand with all my pieces near,
I ride my life without the fear.

Right on time—open, steady, wide,
I meet myself and stay beside.

No looking back

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Evil

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