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SEXY MAGNET

NUCLEAR

PSYCHO TRIP

new song :)

lyrics
blood up in my system
why she say she miss em
i just killed that mf
talking all that shit yuh

.45 make em shit yuh
fucking on his bitch yuh
i aint tryna live yuh
wait i think i did yuh

wait i think i do yuh
glocky it gon shoot ya
shoot at yo medulla
i be wit them shooters

killers, fr yeah
baby know the deal yeah
easy off them pills yeah
we not tryna feel yeah, fill yuh

wait hollup wait, i see 12 out the window
know you know the drill bro
yeah we shoot to kill bro

get your choppa ready
when they come in we gon spill bro
blood up on the pillows
do this shit fr hoe

it's a long way home
one more murder then i'm gone
two more bullets to his dome

i'm inside, can you please leave me alone
i miss life, when, i ain't do nothing wrong

i'm locked inside my home
i'm reaching for my chrome
can't nothing keep me calm
got blood up on my palms

yeah, its blood up on the ceiling
i ain't one to deal man
why can't nothing kill him
why ain't nothing kill them

looking out the window

spotify :)

2000-x

Kick Puncher - The Order (The Kremlin Czar Version)

REZNYCK's new album "HORRORGASMO" OUT NOW
Written, mixed, mastered and produced by REZNYCK
Vocals on ARTERY CATCHER by KABBEL

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01 - Landroverdosis

04 - Maseratiphoïde

When the fracture split the vacuum, the chrono-compass snapped to 174.
Courier-pilot Saint VII tightened the straps and slid into the seam of the cosmos. Inside, space moved like a staircase: every two beats a new level, every third an ironic wink from fate. Bass wasn’t sound but ore—mined with a swing-pick, packed into crates by layers, tagged with sharp breaks in the pattern so the route wouldn’t be lost.

On the far side waited the black market of gravity. They didn’t sell fuel there, only knots of rhythm: quick punches, toothy wobbles, strobe-lit syncopes—fresh, predatory, a little cocky. Saint VII slices time into slivers, flips the riff mid-flight, throws right-angle turns that leave the time inspectors grabbing a silent bar instead of evidence.

Landing: the platform of the dance floor. Containers open—and orange impulses surge out.
A short hit—“here,” a reply—“there,” the mocking sub clings to ribs and marches the room up a ladder of breaks—every eight bars a new turn, closer, rougher, bolder. Hands rise, air trembles, and time—embarrassed—pulls a reload: the same motif, louder and straighter to the chest.

Galactic Fracture is contraband geometry of rhythm: a raider’s log that brings back not fear from the cracks, but the urge to jump. Every track is a new step, every break a portal, every pause a sight line.
DEEPNAS logged the signal. Saint VII returned intact—so we can dive back into the rift.

Saint VII - Current Value

Track 4 from El Huervo's LP "Vandereer": https://elhuervo.bandcamp.com/album/vandereer

ONI

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