night verse (we're alone) w/ Mako's Eclipse [prod. nekogod]

Hostage Situation II ft. Kashimotu

MIXED BY BO
MASTERED BY ABI

(Lyrics)
Put you in my spliff
Now its running bitch
Greet 'em with a fuck you suck my fucking dick
Left 'em stank like old shoes shot him in his shit
I don't know no kung fu but I got a glick
You're fucking stupid bitch
Just saying stupid shit
I'm gone' beat you stupid, leave you stupider than stupid is
I go fucking stupid super stupid I go dumb as shit
Dumb as shit
Dumb as shit

-YONDER-
Put me in '85 and I'm selling out the Roxy
Shorty want to get intimate when we having coffee
How you biting on my style chewing on it might be toffee
You really ain't living this life you n****s must lost me
Lost me
Always on a call
I see that you don't get it
I was in it from the fucking start
Huh
You n****s tried to put me on a cross and cross me out
I'm trying to see tendencies and what you n****s really bout
Who the toughest round this bitch came here to see 'em hit the ground
I was in there trend setting while you was chasing the clout
Really really in the streets
Really really what you bout
Really really in to beef
Really really got the
Clout
I'm in the city what you trying to take me out
Shot to his head n**** take 'em out
Shot to his dome n**** take 'em out

You're fucking stupid bitch
Just saying stupid shit
I'm gone' beat you stupid, leave you stupider than stupid is
I go fucking stupid super stupid I go dumb as shit
Dumb as shit
Dumb as shit
Dumb as shit
Dumb as shit

STOOPID (feat. Earl from Yonder)  prod. Michael Link

[Chorus]

I’m writin’ you this letter just to prove that I’m still here,
Every thought I never said is spillin’ out from fear.
If the world won’t hear me, maybe future me will stand,
’Cause I’m tryin’ not to vanish while I’m reachin’ out my hand.

⸻

【verse】

Dear future me—
I hope you don’t mind the length, but this time I gotta write it all,
Every rise, every fall, every “almost” I recall.

I was twelve when the cracks in the walls felt louder than voices,
Home shakin’ like the universe couldn’t make up its choices.
Dad gone for days, mom prayin’ for grace,
And I kept runnin’ a marathon inside the same place.

I used to hide my notebook under floorboards with dust,
’Cause if they found what I wrote, I knew they’d crush my trust.
But that pen moved fast—
Fast enough to make me feel like time couldn’t catch me,
Fast enough to drown out the fear that always tracked me.

Fifteen came colder than the winter I remember,
Basement air thin, like breath from a dying ember.
I rapped to the pipes, kicked beats off the wall,
Only stage I ever had was that concrete hall.

Kids laughed,
Said my voice was weird, said I’d never stand tall.
Funny—
Those same jokes became gasoline when I stalled.

Seventeen had me boxed-in, shadow-punched, nervous,
Heart racin’ like it owed someone money, always feelin’ worthless.
But the mic was a doorway, a shortcut to surface,
And every rhyme kept me from dippin’ under on purpose.

Then I turned twenty—
And adulthood ain’t the freedom they swear you get,
It was two jobs, late buses, obligations in debt.
Boss barkin’ orders like he needed to place a bet
On whether I’d break first or whether I’d reset.

I recorded at midnight, beat bleedin’ through the plaster,
Tryna turn failure into something comin’ faster.
Neighbors complained, said I needed a “real life.”
But my whole life felt real only when the beat cut like a knife.

By twenty-four, pressure sat heavy on my lungs,
Like every unpaid bill added two more tons.
I kept hearin’ the younger me whisper, “Don’t fold,”
So I rapped through the cold even when my confidence sold.

Some nights I swore my reflection grew faint,
Not gone—just… thin, like a half-finished paint.
But the notebook from twelve kept callin’ me back,
Sayin’ “Even broken lines can still stay on track.”

Now I’m twenty-seven writin’ this one long chapter,
No breaks, no cuts, just everything I’m after.
I ain’t famous, ain’t flawless, ain’t close to a master—
But every year I’ve survived has been movin’ me faster.

If you’re older reading this—
I hope you turned the noise into somethin’ worth keepin’,
Hope your purpose ain’t a ghost you’re forever chasin’ or sweepin’.
Hope the kid in the basement would look at you and say,
“You didn’t quit. You lived enough to write another day.”

And if you’re younger readin’ this somehow—
Know the pain didn’t last, but the lessons did.
Know the mic didn’t save me—
But the words I wrote as a kid
Carried me through every crack that the darkness hid.

This letter ain’t perfect. It ain’t polished or planned.
But future me—take it, hold it, understand:
I wrote all of this so I wouldn’t disappear,
So the quiet in my chest wouldn’t swallow the year,
So the boy in the basement could finally see clear
That the man he becomes didn’t vanish in fear.

⸻

[Chorus]

I’m writin’ you this letter just to prove that I’m still here,
Every thought I never said is spillin’ out from fear.
If the world won’t hear me, maybe future me will stand—
I’m just tryin’ not to vanish while I’m reachin’ out my hand.

And if tomorrow never answers, I still know one thing:
Every line that kept me breathin’ taught my heartbeat how to sing.

not to disappear

NAILS AND TIMBER. AGONY UNDER THE SUN. "CRUCIFIXION" is a slow, epic track capturing the prolonged suffering of ancient execution. The beat is a heavy, relentless march, built around the crushing sound of the hammer and the straining of the wood. The lyrics detail the physical horrors—the tearing of the ligaments, the struggle for breath, and the public exposure. You are raised for all to see. The weight of your body is the final judge.

CRUCIFIXION

@0rch_id

Guess you don't see what you see in me
I'm the villain in your dreams
I'm the bar that you will crave
I'm the weed that takes you away
I'm
The bane
I will reign
On your day
Bring me p-

I'm leaving marks all on your skin
So you'll never forget I'm here
Cuz all I wanted was somebody to make my head clear.
Now I got you in my reach and nobody can do a thing
And i dare a stupid motherfucker to step up into my ring.
I suffocated in my hell
Teleporting feelings, lack of shell
So lost
I'm vacant
No cost
I'm making you cough
My angers your loss

Blind me
Shoot me
Don't you wanna lose me
Hate me
Love me
My brains going cookey
Stab me
Scab me
I want all your bruisings
Fight me
Dying
I wanna see lucy

It's really hard to come to terms like this
Especially when you're alone and you don't wanna exist.
And I jus really wanna know if there's someone there.
Im sick of hold my emotions
So my solar will flare
Now everybody scared of me it seems that no one here
To the bitch who fucked me over hope there's no one here.
If I wasnt tall and societally labeled a guy
I would give you mad bruises and some jabs and a right
It seems that everyone's against me
so I'm working alone.
Steady chasing after bitches while they carry the bone
Aye Prince Cire don't need a queen to the throne
Prince cire needs some money to hold up
Do you remember all the times
You would whistle all through your lies
I’m reminiscing though I’m blind
Your recycling bin of lies

I’ve came to terms with all my sins
Demonize me once again.

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