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I KNOW (K.V.N REMIX)

Mixed & Mastered by frdm.wav
Cover Art | Insta: @markypuwu

Yeah, yeah don’t want to talk about it
My minds going blank when I get violent
Hold on to your rank when you fell silent
My minds going crazy when I hear the sirens
Run around like pyramid head yeah
You keep wishing I was dead yeah
Bloody mist, I keep seeing red yeah
As you take your final breath yeah

Double addy got my body shaking ugh
This bitch so fine, she look just like a pollock painting
Can’t see through the green through all this bread I’m making
Pussy I get mad, you best shut up or imma take your life
All this fuckin snow up on my body like it’s a winter night 
I did all of that shit that you been dreaming, ain’t even 25
TSA straight buggin, I’m on my flight and strapped with 20 knives
He ain’t think I got it on me, I’m a reaper told him
DIE DIE DIE
Yeah body snatcher, take his soul too
I fuck up on his bitch, I ate her pussy like it’s some soul food
I lost my sanity some years ago, don’t give a fuck about it
My bitch give me grief, I told that bitch don’t wanna
Don’t wanna 

Yeah yeah, don’t want to talk about it
My minds going blank when I get violent
Hold on to your rank when you fell silent
My minds going crazy when I hear the sirens
Run around like pyramid head yeah
You keep wishing I was dead yeah
Bloody mist, I keep seeing red yeah
As you take your final breath yeah

Pyramid Head [Prod. frdm.wav + aszi]

produced Kill Ebola
mastered Frdm.wav 

Ebola andy eddie stain
Im a devil off a pill or bottle all the same
Or a God inside a game and saw it all in hate
To get to what today i never could explain 
Dealt the blood felt the stun, i cant feel their laughter 
Loneliness got me spun, never felt this happier 
In a World thats never real, whats the matter dear? 
Cant taste the meal just the fear of seeker gather gear 

Vintage pose reflected off a traffic cone 
Barb wire med kit you cant grab and go 
Red paint on its hand like it tagged the groped
Light in know Soul scrambled see it in my eye windows
Out my bitterness and weathering to hang with weirdos? 
Yall just relishing in telling shit i keep my ears closed 
Just whore around spoke metaphors aloud wrote over fear notes 
Imma turn you down and shut you off just how sears goes 
Umbilical chord
Spreading its spore
In an Agonized bore 
In endless corridor 
Inner oculus floor 
Torturing squeal from the pork turned to smear odor 
Stuck on the wheel with nothing left to tear over 
Electrified eel at the heel said its near over
Cant hear closure 

Guess im writing down what
Create timing now something 
Watch em swing but its bunt its light 
Throwing fits its your time of month and i see a clown show getting fucked repeat
Everyone around me annoying dumb pesticides to breed 
rather run on by just to die and be 
by the side of tide right as nukes will free
Us all from memories of trades we made 
Turning everything to an ace of spades
Double barrel breakfast buck is ate 
Bone marrow head fast duck and wait
Gut is late, Fuck it make 
Blood is taste, Shut its face
Just a waste, Such a state

Vessel / Death Source

HEAVY RAIN W/ HEYKVT

Drear's Verse

IM IN A NEW LANE SAME ME NO CHANGING
.556 ONE SHOT HES BRAINLESS
WHAT MADE ME THIS WAY SAME ANSWER THE PAIN DID
30 ROUNDS CLOSE SO I ALWAYS STAY DANGEROUS
BASS SO LOUD
THAT IT SHAKE THE GROUND
WE GOT WEAPONS HOT
TO LEAVE YOU FACELESS NOW
BASS SO LOUD
THAT IT SHAKE THE GROUND
WE GOT WEAPONS HOT
TO LEAVE YOU FACELESS NOW

MQ-9 Reaper

"SERAPHELLE"

featuring. @saturnslament
produced by @zyrom
Mixed and mastered by @zyrom
Cover art by @the0000

LYRICS :

theo :

The longer I’m breathing, the tighter the noise on my soul
Dragging my past like a carcass behind me, while the years’ fading it’s taking a toll
I rot in a room full of echoes that scream when I claw at the walls
Thousands of mirrors distort me, breaking each time that I glance
Cannot escape from their claws
The doubts are just piling. It’s reaching the ceiling
And I cannot get to my door
My legs are so weak, they both turned into roots
Digging their way onto the floor
As I’m running away, I just turn in a circle. I cannot do it no more
I’m afraid of the calm and addicted to storms
The noises are feeding the mind of a corpse
Drown out the thoughts, don’t want em no more
Rip off my face just to hear myself screaming
The silence surrounds me when I close the door
I cannot keep living like this
Choking on quiet, I’m hearing things I simply cannot ignore

saturn :

I’m afraid of the calm and addicted to storms
The noises are feeding the mind of a corpse
Drown out the thoughts, don’t want em no more
Rip off my face just to hear myself screaming
The silence surrounds me when I close the door
I cannot keep living like this
Choking on quiet, I’m hearing things I simply cannot ignore

The longer I’m living, the more I regret being born
The memories fossilize into my core, pick up the chisel. I don’t want this weight anymore
I wither away like a plant that’s been watered a little too much
The mold reaches down to my roots and my nucleus starts to decay, I just can’t get enough
Why am I afraid? Why can’t I stop the adrenaline flooding my veins?
I cannot tell if I’m safe, need a phlebotomy just to feel lighter again
Vulture circling above me, at least there's somebody that wants me to stay
I don’t wanna deal with the pain, manifest all of my fears till my barrier breaks

I’m afraid of the calm and addicted to storms
The noises are feeding the mind of a corpse
Drown out the thoughts, don’t want em no more
Rip off my face just to hear myself screaming
The silence surrounds me when I close the door
I cannot keep living like this
Choking on quiet, I’m hearing things I simply cannot ignore

theo :

I’m afraid of the calm and addicted to storms
The noises are feeding the mind of a corpse
Drown out the thoughts, don’t want em no more
Rip off my face just to hear myself screaming
The silence surrounds me when I close the door
I cannot keep living like this
Choking on quiet, I’m hearing things I simply cannot ignore

Out Now Everywhere

SERAPHELLE (feat. saturn's lament) [prod. zyrom]

Spotify

I'll Come Back 2 Haunt You

Let me die faster, nothing really matters, heart been on a platter, my life been disaster, cranium shattered, my brain matter scattered, fuck what comes after, stab me with my back turned
Tryna recall happiness or how it shouldve felt
and it doesn’t ring a bell
Ive been feeling this way back before 2012
I hope you find some peace yourself
I’ve been tryna find the piece that’s gone send me to hell
From this life I finally bail I guess, I guess I won’t live to tell
I meant, I meant can you put me on the shelf? 
Do you think that I could be helped? The only thing that holds my head high is the belt
Hows the motherfucking room smell? After a few weeks of Missing all they think what can we sell? Whats his email? I need every single detail, let me take what’s valuable, you know that he won’t be here 
Start to see clear, but only on my death bed can I say Ive seen fear and not from me dear
Got you Shocked you seen my body its like headlights to deer
I’ve been waiting my whole life and now it’s time the ends near
Dont shed me fake tears, over my body dont copy, prolly forget about me its mere, please let me disappear 


Remembrance of the Ghost Boy (prod. Sphynx)

Digital Pollution is the residue of years of work, the grind crystallized, the fragments that survived the purge. Tracks born, tracks erased, echoes of everything that didn’t stick. Sharp. Fractured. Persistent. Noise pressed into form. Something coherent, if coherence is a lie you choose to believe.

What emerged was never one album, but two gestating forms. One punk, raw and serrated, teeth bared to the sky; one rap, fluid, fractured, a pulse looping through circuits of thought.

The vision, unstable and electric, suddenly became for us the violent algebra of collision: two sonic organisms smashed together, fused, fractured, reborn. This is not a merger, not a compromise, it is experiment, collision, entropy harnessed, a cross-species mutation of noise and rhythm. Punk bleeds into rap, rap gnaws at punk, everything oscillating, folding, snapping back on itself, a feedback loop of aggression, cadence, and pulse. The album is the experiment made manifest, a collision zone you inhabit, ride, survive.

The end result? It’s a Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater soundtrack compressed into one album. Energy ricochets, corners clipped, rails smashed, crashes into walls of sound, collisions of adrenaline and distortion. Unpredictable, alive, chaotic but curated, somehow. You ride it. It rides you.

The architecture is ritualistic. It begins in rap, erupts into rock, then spirals everywhere in between, oscillating, fracturing, bending, folding back on itself. Sub-songs sample one another, trap metal siphoning the pulse of hardcore punk, bending it, twisting it, rebirthing it. Punk collides with metal, hip-hop stretches beyond its limbs, everything bleeding into everything else. A spectrum, a feedback loop, a glitch in continuity that refuses to settle.

Digital Pollution comes straight from the crippled mind of Bruxism, who shapes the lyrics, sculpts the production, orchestrates the chaos of everything else, and SK3RED, whose crushing guitar riffs and ferocious bass lines carve structure from noise, pulse through distortion, and give the chaos a spine. The music surges and fractures, bending punk aggression into new forms, threading a needle of raw voltage through the sonic whirlwind.

Bruxism’s lyrics gnaw at decay, map the brain rot, and fold political unease into rhythm and rhyme, guiding the listener through the hollow, recycled landscapes of the digital wasteland. The distorted rhythms combined with the high speed vocals coforges a feedback loop of sound and thought, chaos and structure, pulse and decay, an organism that is only one thing. Digital Pollution.

Digital Pollution swims through the cesspool. It's not afraid to get dirty. Observe the ever present culture-war through the hollow, recycled landscape of the Internet. Every post, every meme, every echo of thought devoured and reborn hollow. Beneath it, unrest simmers. not a rallying cry, but a reflection of systems crumbling while you scroll, the undertones pulsing between nihilism and faint resistance. The decay is tangible. You ride it. You feel it. But now, as you listen to what we have created, you will come to understand.

Digital Pollution exists online now. Noise, clarity, fragments, collisions, pulses, loops. Immerse. Let it grind. Let it linger. Let it gnaw at the edges of your mind. 
credits
releases September 30, 2025

Digital Pollution (DROPPING 30/09/2025)

i am fearless
in this world,
endless tides crashing over

covering my mouth
with my intentions,
but i still have my own words

dont breath
dont seethe
dont grieve
dont believe

dont WRITHE

im ahead of yu
and all of yur lies,
will fade away

i can call out to yu
do yu hear my cries
as i fade away?

i am worthless
in your world,
thunderous waves grow slower

and as things go south
pitiful selections,
are a poor choice of words

i think therefore, i am [prod. trynacommunicate]

Deep End Freestyle

Deep End Freestyle ft. Fousheé

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED- SKULL CRACK!

JUPITER$ TYRADE MUSIC + SOCIALS:
https://linktr.ee/JUPITERSTYRADE
https://www.instagram.com/jupiters.ty...

SONG ON ALL PLATFORMS:
https://songwhip.com/jupiter-tyrade-2...

COKE WHITE AMV:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IghaI...

Produced by HOOLIGN
https://soundcloud.com/hoolign
https://www.instagram.com/prod.hoolign/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzn-9m41Q-Isl9X5Oec6G2Q

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh

Uh, news clips for a shorty boo bitch I'm
Fuckin' dickin' her out until that pussy loosens
I'm a nuisance
Coke White Cruise Ship
And Im up in her mouth until i hit the dueces
Never had needed me when I was
Nevermind
Wanna hit again another Gemini
Ima pick it up and Ima set him up
Probably gonna take another mother fuckin' sedative
Shorty get rid of the cocaine and the evidence
And you better know who the fuck it is
Yea Kick that bitch off my bucket-list
And with your friends I'm stuntng real quick
Mobbed up with the whole clique
....
Yea I think I heard a click
Yea i think i hit his bitch
Yea i think i dicked her out real raw then dipped out real quick
Yea you know just what it is wait you know um who its with
I already got a bag you know that cocaine fill the brim
Yea i really got her up when she sucked me as just a friend
I had really think when she suck me up right here again
....
I dont know what the fuck yo' bitch be talkin' about
Because Im walking in the spot and motherfuckers air it out
We got the silencers on bitch you won't here a sound
Or whenever we be at your door we be kicking it down
Yea put your hands to the sky and your head to the ground
Yea probably dead on arrival
Dead what am I on
Pussy boy be talking but you know we got the sight on
Aiming in between your fucking eyeballs
Pop another xylophone

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh

Uh, news clips for a shorty boo bitch I'm
Fuckin' dickin' her out until that pussy loosens
I'm a nuisance
Coke White Cruise Ship
And Im up in her mouth until i hit the dueces
Never had needed me when I was
Nevermind
Wanna hit again another Gemini
Ima pick it up and Ima set him up
Probably gonna take another mother fuckin' sedative
Shorty get rid of the cocaine and the evidence
And you better know who the fuck it is
Yea Kick that bitch off my bucket-list
And with your friends I'm stuntng real quick
Mobbed up with the whole clique

Sippin Paint outta styrofoam... yea

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