After The Tone

VENGEANCE (feat. Sxmpra)

Buzzcut

prod. zac spruill
released under give up still here llc. 
mix/master/vox [blvckehart, vqcant]

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Broke the code but there's no Da Vinci
Heat the stove yeah that's word to Demi
Men trynna kill me there's many
I'm Mickey she Minnie we off the grid

Broke the code but there's no Da Vinci
Heat the stove yeah that's word to Demi
Men trynna kill me there's many
I'm Mickey she Minnie we off the grid
Beat the case Johnny Cochran
Double park the whip
The sawed off sound off and shit
Then take off in some moccasins
Life really need some competence
We the kids out in Hawkins bitch
You'll find me in a coffin bitch
The backyard graveyard pop off and shit
Shoutout spooky season
Runnin' round town like a foolish demon
Pick your pockets without a reason
Midwest with depressed depletion
We the highest crime rate in the region
Winter's cold we been freezing anemic
Muhfuckas always playin strategic
But it's all the same

But it's all the same
Stone cold shooter with a marksman aim
John Wayne true grit the game
And I'll take the blame
Like John Wick fuck a witness claim
Jon Jones with the bones cause that's all that remains
Tippy toe through the flows and the willows and veins
(Tiptoe)

They won't find me shootin' like Alice in Chains, no Kurt Cobain
City a hurricane, breaks windowpanes
Killas' and bloodstains
Meth on the front page
Addicted to champagne
Amy or Billie with no DOA
Fuck this city and the box I've crawled in
Here's a cart and a box to stock with
Shove the bullshit right down my throat
And expect the kid to not grab for rope
But to grab for straws, and write songs on a Macintosh
Press pause on life just to ask for applause
Panic grip tight always have to sharpen the claws

Horrorland no R.L. Stine
Thunder sky like the 405
Watch me shine like Stanley Kubrick
Make a midnight classic I love the magic
Turn birds into enemies like Alfred Hitchcock
Psychosocial I tie the slip knot, 
Time will tick tock, we stuck in grid lock

Dress in all black cause my mind cluttered
How can I get back when my mind shutters
Yeah my vibe tight word to my motha'
Once again no one fucks wit my brothas'
Revamped and rebranded
No Marilyn no Manson
So careless can't stand it, stand up or get trampled
It's the Jack Torrance, former warden
Mothafucka tune in cause you know you can't ignore it, bitch

i missed spooky season

SPOOKY SEASON

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US Rap Hip Hop 2025 – American Trap Beat Mix #4146

Project_3next  x (mastered)

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YOU WERE NEVER A THREAT ft. DEADBEATVILLAIN (PROD. BABE)

LAST SINGLE OFF "A STONE WRAPPED IN SWADDLING"
Album Coming April 19, 2018.

Tracked/Mixed/Mastered at @thornwallstudios
Beat produced by @realreptoidshit

Lyrics

VERSE 1: Eidolon

Sicker than your average clout demon cabbage patch kid 
Catch a cataract from staring at the aftermath 
Eidolon the asshole
Self centered lazy ass 
Eidolon the world shaker, wave and the avalanche 

So what’s it gonna be? 
Hand grip a rosary
Bare your own cross be a man who you’re suppose to be
Little focus see blurry from the Tully D 
Pussy foot think devil marked mommas ovaries 

Wish I could make these decisions quick 
Wish I ain’t exist 
Wish I knew it’d all work out but 
I been drowning ain’t nobody shift 
Cinderblocks on wrist
And I know I’m the one who tied em 
I been learning how to hold my breath 
Guess I better learn to swim 
It’s Summoned Souls or I’ll be sinkin 

VERSE 2: Richmaiden

Torn up into pieces 
Maiden got a plan to retaliate he been showing too much weakness
Don't help I've been swimming with the leaches 
I don't need this 
I refuse to resist 

You took a part of me 
You left me incomplete 
Crying out clogging my arteries 
Used to the larceny 
Look at me see what's left partially 

Hardly afraid 
Noose around my neck until my grave 
Maiden be the motherfucking serpent slithering away
No shame 
This abomination never tamed 
I been honest with myself and that got me nowhere 

ok ok 

I'm running away from everything that I ever knew 
Afraid to hold it back I wish I was afraid to tell the truth 
Glass full 
Pouring liquor in the booth
Yung amaro fuck a sleuth 
Coven holy you uncouth
Summoned Souls yea

And In Your Solitude, We Will Become One With What's Destroyed Us (prod. Mana)

ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @tumaggz

Pull up with the motherfucking blade in my pocket
I don't really give a fuck imma put it to my wrist
motherfuckers thinking they can hurt me with some words
and I don't think they understand I don't ever feel shit
If you wanna kill me motherfucker come and do it
Let me see if you about it I don't think you really is
if you wanna get it motherfucker we can get it
don't be in my fucking business if you acting like a bitch
I don't even really wanna live right now
I don't even really wanna leave my crib
demons in my head I try to kick them out
but they really wanna see me bleed again
telling me they wanna see me kill myself
tears rolling down on my cheeks on my chin
hard to breathe need a friend
but I'm leaving again
wonder what I'm gonna fucking see when it ends
Pull up with the motherfucking blade in my pocket
I don't really give a fuck imma put it to my wrist
motherfuckers thinking they can hurt me with some words
and I don't think they understand I don't ever feel shit
If you wanna kill me motherfucker come and do it
Let me see if you about it I don't think you really is
if you wanna get it motherfucker we can get it
don't be in my fucking business if you acting like a bitch

Witchouse 40k (@hell_usa):
Aye
I smoke on ops every day
I go gorilla he look like a bad strain
Glizzy gon pop leavin holes in your top
And if he in my way Imma lay em to waste
Pussy you talkin we takin yo chain
Witchy the reaper I snatch em away
Hand in yo grave
I got a bag fulla bones and Im robbing your soul and your bank
Aye
Pullup spend a bag on the fit
Yeah I’m counting cash by the brick
Big racks in this bish
Yeah I smoke gas out da zip oh
Rollin up thrax by the fifth
I ain’t ever gonna miss
Now I put a beam on the glock
Got the whole team runnin shots
We ain’t ever gonna stop
Yeah I gotta pack of the ship
And I took another tab for da fix
Now I’m feelin like shit
HHM in the veins
Okay
Double glocks weighing down my waist now
Heart gettin colder erry day
You ain’t safe, lil bish
kick a pussy out the way now
Imma knock his top, so he ride low
Lil forty in his bag, like embargo
Chest fulla holes, yeah I’m hallow
And I’m Hoping that I’ll make it to tomorrow
...I ain’t ever have a bish that i care about
Shawty makin promises she aint carry out
He ain’t send it so Pullup his whereabouts
Catch a flight and now I pullup and air out
lay em down and until his body get buried 
Forty on me got me lookin so scary now
I want money sell his soul call it sharing
Build em up I cock it back and I tear em down
....bitch

ORANGE BALISONG Ft. Witchouse 40k (Prod. Whosteeno)

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