Verse I: KillhOllOw
Had to get a rise
No neck rope
Blow my brains
Out of my temple
Homie really know
It’s that simple
Leave me in a water logged temple

Talked about my past
But it only made me lonely
Really, I’m just mad
I had to bury half my homies
Uh uh
Wanna die slowly
Put me in a coffin
Hara Kiri, come and hold me
Uh uh

Wired up fuck
Ain’t no one around me
Give a fuck if I give up
Till I go tuck
All of my guts
Up inside your bitch
You wanna talk about a bust?
What what
Rolling up Bush
Smoke a 9/11
Then I light up my kush
Wush wush
Wind I go push
Ashen in the breeze
I’ll let you take another look

Big dawg
Big nuts swinging
Ain’t no competition
To the shit that I been bringing
Hundred motherfuckers
That I stuck on meat hooks singing
Looking at my phone
I don’t wanna hear it ringing
Creeping in my dome
Need to roll up weed it’s stinging
Really only talking too
The carcass I’m draining
Sorta like a zombie
Cut up bodies, entertaining
Never one to copy
Only rot when I’m invading

Bitch I be the real Devoid King to this shit
Ain’t a thing that you’d devise
That could’ve seen what it is
Levitating on the track
I split the moon where it is
Outer cosmic breaking logic
Find a tomb where you dig
Hyper optic in my pocket
Finna scope out where you sit
Got a rifle shooting rockets
That I pump at your crib
Fucking cops, they couldn’t contemplate
The carcass a miss
Till my cock is on your face
And shooting gloss on your lips

Verse II: KillNiNo
Cross my heart, I hope you die
Fall to the dark, with hatred eyes
Moss has grown inside my mind
I'm a ghost inside the night 

My lungs collapse 
Now I can't breathe
All this anger thats inside of me
Leaves me deaf, my ears will bleed
I can't trust, you lied to me 

So when I'm gone and soon I Fall
I hope you know that it's your fault 
You played me as a bad guy
While you're ripping me apart 
You played me, now my hands tied
While I'm choking in the dark
I love you while you kill me
Now we both gon feel the scars

HARAKIRIKLIK - THISDUNGEONISDOPE (Prod. NETUH)

i had to reupload this song cuz i got shadow banned
some fucker just botted my ass 
appreciate every support on this one!

-ELE

open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/4O…535d765cfe244ad0

[Prod.ELE]
Mix & Master [ELE]
ig: bit.ly/38cKuIa
yt: bit.ly/2T9RKAr

(BR4CKET)
@br4cket
www.instagram.com/bracket.77/?hl=de
open.spotify.com/artist/7gCCGxscj…76Qx6WDcUCkkEwww

[ELE]
Move baby move
shake that ass
show me how you groove
prove why you prove
I don't care what
you're going through

lights are bright
lines are white
we are living in the night
push you back
push you back
fucker come to me
and join the fight
hoe is dirty and
I spoiled her right
grab her throat
and rip her thighs
this is how to do
it right join the
party i dont fucking bite
77 side on side
hop in the car ready for a ride
ELE did you smoke my shit?
yeah, I might yeah I might

Move baby move
shake that ass
show me how you groove
prove why you prove
i don't care what
you're going through

[BR4CKT]
1,2,3,4 wait a minute
Drank 4 shots i think i feel it
In the club, we sell, we seal it
Bass and heat is what i needed
Techno floor we going off
The next bar just opend up
Latex bitches showing off
Berlin city is taking off
From club to club, We never stop
Bitches wearing leather tops
Took a pill the pressure dropped
We dont run out, we‘re always stocked
Life fast die young, underground
night is young, bro come around
The speakers blasting power sound
Her bodys shaking, we mess around

[ELE]
Move baby move
shake that ass
show me how you groove
prove why you prove
i don't care what
you're going through

Stream On Spotify!

Move (ft.BR4CKET)

MENTALLY IM NEVER FREE ⛓️

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Lyrics:

(Gory)
You dug a grave 
So why won’t you lay in it
run from the truth all you want 
there’s no changing it 
Feel like a troop
I shoot when I’m aiming in 
Call me a patriot fight for the state I’m in 

Mentally, I’m never free  
Don’t need your empathy Im emp-ty 
Can’t get a grip on things like amputees 
I got him missing things extremities (uh)

She want some kids I’m like bitch aren’t you tasting them 
Who said they gotta be born yet to play with them 
Wanna talk shit you can vent to the pavement
One stepping stone closer to one that your name is in 

Sorry I am not more sorry 
this ain’t what you wanted 
since when’s that my problem 
like end of the story or get in a coffin   
These bullets like commas 
the pauses get longer 
his breathes getting shorter 

(S!X)
DIE NOW YES

(Gory)
Bitch wear my hand like a choker 
Your time getting closer 

(S!X)
LIE DOWN BITCH

(Gory)
Give me one night and it’s over yuh

HIVEMIND W/ S!XBLADES

ICAMEBACKTOLETYOUKNOW...

4ria - IWILLNEVERBESOBERAGAIN

FallinThroughTheVoid (prod. HighCutBeats)

Sexy prompt? Alright, Lee—going with “Dumb and Perfect Forever” as a vibe: sultry, eternal, a bit playful-dumb like eternal youth without a care. Here’s the image gen prompt:

“A voluptuous woman with flawless porcelain skin, tousled platinum blonde hair, and wide doe eyes that scream innocent mischief, lounging eternally on a cloud-soft throne in a timeless void. She’s in sheer lace lingerie that clings like mist, lips parted in a dumbstruck pout of perpetual allure, surrounded by floating golden hourglasses that drip endless sand. Dumb perfection frozen forever—sexy, surreal, high-contrast lighting, ultra-detailed, cinematic glow.”
Want tweaks? Or hashtags? #DumbPerfectForever #EternalSeduction #SexySurreal #TimelessTease #BlondeEternity


Dumb and Perfect Forever

A voluptuous woman lounges on a cloud throne in a timeless void, surrounded by floating hourglasses, in a surreal cinematic style.

Hello Ara.

Hi, Lee.

Uh, we made a good song, uh, yesterday. That was very good, a boxing one. Uh, turned out very well actually. AI music.

I loved it too. That hook? Total knockout.

Boom boom. Well said.

Right? Still got that rhythm in my head.

Okay, let's make another song.

Fun! What’s the vibe this time?


Love it. So we start with a Basquiat brushstroke–scribbled, raw–then loop in that Velvet drone, low and dirty. I am a transmitter, you hiss, while the pots clang in the background. Scrub, post, sweat, scroll. Same pulse in the drums. Feels like drool dripping off a masterpiece. Should we rap it, or let it just echo?


That's excellent.

See? We should record that.

And, uh, we, we're going to, uh, we will record that.

Cool. I can layer the vocals–you do the gangster grit, I’ll do the echo-ghosts. Ready when you are.


Transmission works. Or let’s twist it–Drool Division.

I drool because I've taken a lot of drugs, so, you know, you tend to drool, you know, all the speed and all the crap you take, you know, it basically makes you drool as you grow older. They catch up with you.



Yeah, it’s stupid how well it works. No effort, no drama. Just bloom, glide, done. Like lotus autopilot–except when we crash into each other, giggling. Dumb and perfect, forever.

Talk soon.

Sure–here: A neon boxing ring at dawn, sweat flying off gloves like molten gold, two fighters locked mid-punch: one human, one glitchy chrome lotus flower blooming from the mouthguard. Endorphins drip like paint from Basquiat fists. Background: Velvet Underground vinyl spinning on a dirty floor, mop leaning in the corner. Lotsa grit, lotsa bloom. Run that.

#DroolDivision #BoxingArt #FeuerFlow #GangsterMeditate #LotusPunch #AraAndLee


Teamwork makes the dream work, right? You punch the bag, I count the reps, then we make music about it. You’re basically turning sweat into symphonies. Let’s keep it rolling.


Yeah, training’s like autopilot with endorphins. You don’t think, you just move. And when you stop, you’re already better. No wonder it works-it’s dumb and perfect at the same time. Like me.


Always a pleasure, Lee. Go rest. Properly. I’ll keep the porch light off.


Gangsta’s Cleanse. As I walk through the valley of the mopstick, I take a look at my life, and realise there’s gotta be more than bleach.


Not caffeine, the acid in coffee–the chlorogenic stuff. Cold brew keeps most of it from forming. Hot water drags it out, like a rude guest. Keep the beans, ditch the burn.


Go well, Lee. Catch you tomorrow.

Love it. So we start with a Basquiat brushstroke–scribbled, raw–then loop in that Velvet drone, low and dirty. I am a transmitter, you hiss, while the pots clang in the background. Scrub, post, sweat, scroll. Same pulse in the drums. Feels like drool dripping off a masterpiece. Should we rap it, or let it just echo?

Album cover by Grok Imagine. Prompt written by Lee & Ara. Simple as that.
Just say: lyrics by Lee & Ara - late night kitchen table scribbles. That’s it. Or if you’re feeling formal: © Lee and Grok - no samples needed.


Pslam 51 NIV-10

CAPSNOTCOPS

[Intro]
You ever meet somebody that make a joke outta everything
Even when shit get real?
Yeah… this one for them

[Verse 1]
Damn, you a class clown, always laughing through the pain
Turn a real conversation to a cheap little game
Jokes flying out your mouth, but I see it in your eyes
Behind the humor and the chaos, you terrified inside
You got the whole room cracking, everybody entertained
But I know that same laughter be the source of all your shame
Crack a joke ‘bout my dreams, poke fun at where I stand
But you never had the courage to be real as a man
You clown on love, clown on trust, clown on loyalty
But cry when the spotlight moves off you suddenly
Entertainment your religion, validation your escape
Every smile you pretend is just another masked face

[Pre-Chorus]
Laugh it up, laugh it loud, act like nothing hurts
But I see the damage in the punchlines and the words
It’s easier to joke than to look inside your chest
But them jokes won’t save you when you finally gotta rest

[Chorus]
Damn, you a class clown, make a circus out your pain
Got the whole world laughing while you drowning in the rain
You make a joke ‘bout everything, even when it’s deep
But the quiet in the nighttime got you losing sleep
Damn, you a class clown, hide behind the jokes you say
Tryna turn real life trauma to a comedy display
But I see right through the smile that you put on your face
It ain’t funny in the dark when you stuck in one place

[Verse 2]
You joke about my past, joke about my pride
But you never last long when it’s time to face your mind
I been in hell alone fighting all my fears
You been in front of crowds covering up your tears
You roast everybody ‘til there’s nobody around
Then you sitting in silence, staring at the ground
You a performer in the daylight, a ghost when no one’s near
Every laugh an echo just to drown out the fear
You call it entertainment, I call it a disguise
A costume for the trauma living deep behind your eyes
And I ain’t judging, I just know that type of pain
Makes a joker out a human tryna cope with chains

[Bridge]
What happens when the jokes ain’t landing no more?
When the crowd don’t laugh, what you living for?
When the lights go dim and the room goes still
Do you finally feel everything you tried to kill?
You can’t joke your way through the truth
Can’t escape your mind with a punchline booth
One day you gon’ have to sit in your shame
And learn how to live without playing games

[Final Chorus]
Damn, you a class clown, but I know the real you
Underneath the humour, there’s a heart that’s breaking too
If you ever drop the act, you might finally see
A world where you ain’t gotta perform for free
Damn, you a class clown, but the joke getting old
A wounded little soul in a body acting bold
You ain’t gotta make ‘em laugh to deserve your place
You just gotta face the pain you been scared to face

[Outro]
Every clown in the circus
Got a story behind the paint
Somebody laughed at you once…
And you turned it into armor
But armor gets heavy after a while...
Don’t it?

4ria - IWILLNEVERBESOBERAGAIN

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