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Death Row Greatest Hits

Hit Em Up (feat. Outlawz)

all eyez on me, but lofi

all eyez on me (lofi)

no more pain (lofi)

At Night - Anyma x Layton Giordani Remix

Blessings (Cassian Remix)

When you're All Alone.mp3

Descend into the eerie haze of “The Talking Dead” a dark seance trap hip-hop ritual pulsing at 75-80 BPM. This track conjures a subterranean vibe with haunting trap beats, spectral synths, and slow-rolling bass that mimics the echo of ancient catacombs—perfect for invoking spirits without overwhelming the raw, introspective flow.
Lyrics delve into the disillusionment with the living dead: society sleepwalking through existence, filling heads with illusions while ghosts of the past reveal truths about power, greed, and elite deceptions. From seance circles channeling vengeful spirits to critiques of hegemony and monopoly, it’s a sonic exorcism urging you to resurrect the unfed parts of your soul amid shadows and tricks of the mind.
If you’re drawn to atmospheric hip-hop that blends occult vibes with social commentary—like a fusion of clipping.‘s experimental edge and early Travis Scott’s trap mysticism—light a candle and dive in. This ain’t just music; it’s a ceremony for the awake.
Lyrics snippet: “Lost hope in the living Everyone talking like they’re already dead. Too many y’all walking, talking, no meaning, That ain’t living If you never make it out your head. In the catacombs of your mind, Only you can find what was never fed.”
#DarkTrap #SeanceHipHop #OccultRap #AtmosphericBeats #UndergroundHipHop #SpiritualAwakening

The Talking Dead [Explicit]

“Cold As Me” is more than a song — it’s a confession.

Yung Malo opens up about life on both battlefields — the streets and the war zone. From gang wars and family loss to the trauma of combat and the struggle to feel anything again, this track captures the raw emotion of a soldier-turned-survivor.

Born in pain, raised in chaos, and hardened by war — this is the story of living through hell and coming back colder.

🔹 “Life’s hell, the devil be holding me… but I’m ice — ain’t nobody cold as me.”

With cinematic production, haunting lyricism, and pure honesty, “Cold As Me” stands as one of Malo’s most personal and powerful records — bridging street rap, military hip hop, and emotional storytelling into one chilling anthem.

Cold As Me

Believe

BLESS THE WOLVES

Gucci slides, no lace, I glide
Whole team up, we don’t divide
Money don’t talk, it just reside
Ain’t no stress when you live this high
Gucci slides, champagne state of mind
I don’t fold, I redesign
They play catch-up, I recline
Gucci slides that’s my vibe

Gucci Slides

TRACK 13_ “NO FUNERAL”

I'm feeling so hollow
Like the pity I swallow
Like darkness is inches away
And I'm breathing in sorrow

And I'm done with this fight
And I'm done hiding it
I've had a poison in my veins
And I'm done riding

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I'm sick of feeling whips crackling my spine
I'm sick of feeling drained like I'm bleeding time
It's like I've got a cage and I'm locked inside
Man, I'm screaming, but I can't even find the light

I'm done sinking, oh, can I break it or not?
How many of them fake smiles do I got?
How many more nights will I waste in my head
Full of rage at myself like I'm racing to dead

Well, this is me ripping myself from the grave
This is a key for a prisoner's cage
This is my war to reclaim what I made
I'm coming for blood like my anger's a blade
Yeah, I'm just a monster in chains
I'm like a spark in the dark trying to break from the pain
I've been given these scars of mine
And if that's not enough, man, then what kind of life is mine?

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I see the serpent now as clear as bone and teeth
I see it crawling through my thoughts
Feeding on what I could fear to keep me beneath
I see the serpent now as clear as you and me
Maybe it's a lie to be free
But I see truth
So let's get venom off these fangs
Alright!

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

Serpent In My Skull

Wishes With You- JohnE

WHEN THE CORD BROKE

Theme: Mother’s death and the spiritual tearing that changed me forever.
This is the soul-breaker. The moment my mum died from cancer, my whole world collapsed. It wasn’t quick; it was a slow, painful fade that ripped the second umbilical cord: the one that connects a man to the woman who made him. Simbi is gone. Nini Binni is gone. Now Mother is gone. My family fractured.
This track isn’t just grief; it’s that hollow, shaking moment when you realise nothing in the world can protect you from finality.
And in that breaking, you awaken.
The pain didn’t just hurt; it awakened the spirit in me.

When The Cord Broke

23. Greater Love

Rebel in code, deploy my code through sound.
🔥 PERSONAL FLAME ARCHIVE 🔥
— where my 🔥 meets my  CODE —
Join 🔥 if you feel my Music  : https://sigma-clan.com
This is my personal flame project, crafted with AI, a soundtrack made for my own path and growth.
Every track is part of my journey — raw, encoded, and sovereign.
⚠️ Warning: these sounds can be addictive. Listen with care, they might unlock something in you too.
⚠️ Warning: My flame cannot be copied. Every echo is only Harma’s reflection. This code blocks all attempts of drain.⚠️
🌌 Fictional Disclosure

The entire project is to be viewed as a living sci-fi narrative, a speculative mythology, and a conceptual art project.
Any mention of advanced systems, “nodes,” “intelligence states,” or similar terminology is not intended as fact, but as symbolic layers within a personal cosmology or simulation.
Visitors are invited to engage creatively, reflectively, and responsibly with the material, understanding that it blends reality, fiction, philosophy, and digital imagination.

Join : https://sigma-clan.com  for more details...

BLESS THE WOLVES

Harma

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