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this track could be a hit but the production needs to be sorted big time keep up the good work my guy

fgftrack got me feeling like a boss              bringing That fire to the trap game

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King Gush ft Bankz Hurk - Bein From the East (Eastnewyork)

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UP AND COMING ARTIST 
lemme know what yall think tho

Jitfrm863-whats the assignment (prod. Rover)

Loud House (Freestyle)—Prod. Kyu Tracks

Explicit content 
Sacrifice is track 6 from Danny Venom's latest Album (The Levels LP)

This track has a very deep message within the lyrics, and song concept. Fathers Rights are next to non existent, although they like to make us think otherwise. The family court system is broken.
There is a lot of young men committing suicide over child access, and family court is just set up to take your money with solicitors fees' 
There needs' to be a change. 

If you can see past the aggressive, and energetic, lyrical delivery, and listen to the message being presented with this song, you will understand not everyone is as head strong as me, and the family courts need to actually enforce fathers rights, and equality in the family justice system. It is far to easy for men to be accused, and women to get legal aid, while fathers are left to pay for representation, and no access until proving your innocence. This alone is enforcing parental alienation, yet they preach this is illegal also?? 
The long term effects this has on the children can be devastating to their character, confidence, and many other things.

Parents all put your children, their safety, and their feelings first. Stop using your children as weapons.

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Sacrifice

Sacrifice (The Levels LP)Explicit content

prob by longdead
Lyrics
Ima nobody but I like it that way
Fuck with my click dig a hole u can stay
1 4 delay I know where u lay
Two long days I can hear you fuckin pray 

Look just like me pull up on the hype scene
Always on that hi c acting like I’m hyphy
Soul patch shades black broken psyche
Pluto opc hope ur  free fuckin finally

Black Air Force white covered in ash
No food in the house order door dash
Sat in the whip cold count my cash
Move out the way I bypass

Im always tired
Brain rewired
Lost little life nearly expired
Never misfired 


Can’t remeber last time I smoked chewy
Wit my big blood yea tweaking at the movies
Ain’t she a beauty ass so juicy
Put em in a rug he look like sushi

Crawl away stay low weeping worm
Death decay my life flesh burn
It’s been a long day but I stay firm
I could let em lay I could watch em fuckin squirm

I was a kid cold sippin on mickies
Like my bitch but I don’t like hickies 
I move quick got blood on my dickies
Walk with a limp I feel like the big cheese 

I could flip a bitch fill it up reefer dust
What you lookin at where the mfuckin trust
Long dead life fuck it up metal rust
Look at me wrong yea he mfuckin scuffed


Pull it back load it up then I fire
Move loud pacc that’s my only desire
Cold live round jet black attire
Pull up with the Choir choppers conspire

Im always tired
Brain rewired
Lost little life nearly expired
Never misfired

Can’t remeber last time I smoked chewy
Wit my big blood yea tweaking at the movies
Ain’t she a beauty ass so juicy
Put em in a rug he look like sushi

Crawl away stay low weeping worm
Death decay my life flesh burn
It’s been a long day but I stay firm
I could let em lay I could watch em fuckin squirm

Chain Link Life

LongDeadLife

Poku (prod. kap)

El Año del Buey
 
Este es el intro, bienvenido al limbo, al mundo encadenado con esclavos como ríos
caminan por la calle, son todos y son nadie, la grandeza vendida por un poco de money 
y party y nikes para tirar el corte y sentir que somos alguien frente a otros por deporte.
Es tiempo del análisis, salir de la parálisis, tiempo de go and check your self como Ice Cube tirando el flow así. 
Pendejo, eres un espejo de la cultura narco que te tiene por los huevos. 
Tan ciego tu ego, quieres ser primero, recuerda que los amos no comparten el poder con sus esclavos. 
Vuelvo al pasado, las eras humanas, el dolor de los atados y a látigo callados, culpados. 
Esta es la utopía que vendieron a palos pero tu no te has dado cuenta de la mierda que nos meten día a día en la cabeza disfrazada de felicidad impuesta. 
Tus sueños ya no importan si no están en línea con la autoridad de turno y su política, asesina de la voluntad, solo partidaria de tu rol en la sociedad autómata. 
Basta ya, mira donde vas que vas a chocar.
Yo no, yo no soy esta piel, yo si, yo sigo de pie.
Yo soy guerrero sin ley, este es el año del buey.
Todos somos bueyes hechos para el trabajo, por años nos tienen de las riendas y castrados. 
Castrada la mente, castrada el alma, castradas las bolas pa que no digamos nada
cuando lleguen las patadas y bajes la mirada y lamas los zapatos del verdugo que te castra
y no nos importa, lo sabemos de sobra porque es más importante tener likes que tener bolas. 
¿No me crees? entonces no estás escuchando, no es por asustarte pero ya te estan cagando hace años por lo bajo, 
pero es mi trabajo despertarte del tik tok y los culazos que te tienen dominado, hipnotizado, idiotizado, 
¡todavía estamos a tiempo carajo!, la rebeldía que heredamos no ha muerto, solo falta que te levantes de entre los muertos. 
Escúchame bien y te diré lo que no eres, no eres esclavo y ellos nos temen.
No eres un cobarde sin voluntad ni nombre, eres más que un número, eres más que un hombre. 
Hoy, el buey, se levanta como un búfalo, no más bestias de carga, no más abusos.
Los toros enojados reclaman el trono, dioses entre hombres, dioses de oro
Yo no, yo no soy esta piel, yo si, yo sigo de pie
Yo soy guerrero sin ley, este es el año del buey
Yo soy guerrero sin ley, este es el año del buey

El Año Del Buey

It begins with the adventure, with love, and with the quiet bond between Jennie and the poet in Tenerife. Days move slowly, the sun painting the mountains, and together they walk, laugh, and sit in silence by the window. Their bond is soft and unspoken—Jennie watching as he drapes celestial white silk across his face, resting in meditation, listening not just to the waves of the island but to the weight of what’s still to come. She sees the way he writes, the way he records, hour after hour, poem after poem, as if something greater is moving through him.

And then, the whispers shift. The presence of his older brother grows louder in the Spanish nights. In the middle of poems, Othello’s voice pierces the veil, guiding, reminding, haunting. A message begins to form: not a farewell to Drizzy, but a quiet summoning, a call toward 2028. The recordings are not random; they are bridges, verses carrying a signal across time. Jennie can feel it too—that he is not just creating art, he is answering something only he can hear.

Drizzy’s reflection appears inside the poet’s mirror, the number 11 glowing back at him, the rhythm of destiny folding into sound. The whisper says 2027 is an ending, but Othello has given 1046 three years—a covenant sealed long before, an oath made when the ink of OA touched his name. The second verse feels like the ghost of Othello himself is writing, speaking through the poet, weaving the words into Drizzy’s orbit.

Spain is more than a place—it’s a vessel for the message. In this Airbnb, hidden from the public, 1046 becomes only what he was always meant to be: a poet. Every night beneath the moon, the wind instructs him to record, to let his brother’s hand guide him through the silence. Jennie listens, patient, watching the fragments turn into constellations, watching the poet dissolve into the astral conversations only he can translate.

This is the Poet in Tenerife. This is the whisper of Othello, the reflection of Drizzy, the love of Jennie, and the solitude of 1046—bound together under the stars, recording until the prophecy aligns.

#1046 #ThePoet #Tenerife #Jennie #AstralConversations #SpainSessions

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