Bangers XIII

mosh my posh

slapers

WINTER/SPRING24

i made this song because music is a joke and i am laughing

happy days happy days <3

TRAP METAL (PROD. BRAHMAN)

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im poppin sticks like im nick cannon
smash her like im ganondorf
all my homies stuntin
we all ballin like we manage sports
fuckboi on my dick
wants a pic
go head and tag the dork
miss me with that bullshit
yeah i shoulda been a matador
slap a whore
choke a bitch
man i think i broke her hip
fuck her til she soaked in piss
i plan to make a note of it
blanco always faded like a motherfucking poke n stick
ready to snatch a soul
seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
i'm smoking bliss
turn a fuckboy into mist
scratch a name off of my list and add another
just for kicks
open slit up on my wrist
yeah i think they get the gist
tighten up my fucking fist
blanco never fucking miss
spit out the drip
dont want crystals in my stomach
all these crystals on my bitch
align her chakras while we fuckin
rearranging all her plumbing
all these suckas think they stuntin'
but they really just lame
spittin' out flames
bitch i bang grey 
five nine til the day i die
my tear ducts all dried
i fear i dont know why i feel so normal when im high
all these voices in my head i cant tell which one is the lie
always bring the storm yeah blanco blackin out the sky

[VERSE II: Wetto]

give it how these haters want it
break a bitch up on it
yung slick walking coma as i smoke the marijuana
its yung north 
make the bass shake
tell a bitch wait
diamonds shine as i flip it
ship it make the weight skate
i been wrist whipping
flocking chickens
when i slide pimping
glock gripping
pop a clip in
have your mind spinning
spine bending
bloody linens in your mom kitchen
crime ridden
hood i'm from ain’t got no prime lending
slicky flame sizzle
rolling with a tank missile 
tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue
i'm popping 30s seeing blurry
still I can’t miss you
pop the stick and blow the clip
kill everyone that came with you
same issues
playing russian roulette with revolvers
i go gung ho with that drum roll like i'm travis barker
“last offer”
hear the devil talking to me often
fuck a coffin when I die just burn me in a foreign
wetto chris walken
haunted like the deer hunter
you a larp with no heart just tuck your dick under
you a fed you a cop you a real uncer
scarface wetto with that metal let that steel rumble

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

Every Dog Has His Day

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

Once your parents are gone 
That is that
But if you’re all you have 
Keep pushin past 
Know your worth 
Your worth more than that

I don’t need no pats on the back
Like a quarterback 
I’m pretty much the only one besides my mom
Who’s had my back
In the past I’ve definitely felt defeated 
Even though I get requests 
From people that want me feated 
It’s been a feat trying to get over my mind
That’s feinin 
Droppin to the
floor 
dry heaving 

It ain’t mind easing 
To feel floored by these people 
That are eavesdropping 
people dripped out in their condescending nature like it’s condensation 
Contemplating 

My problem isn’t insincerity it’s insecurity 
What my eyes have seen 
I wouldn’t wish-on anybody 
My brain is not pow wow
It’s a mad house

MAD HOUSE (Prod. DUMBCHILD)

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Skinwalker Social Club

STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

@txazz
@six_blades

[LYRICS]

TXAZ:
?

RATTLESNAKE:
I DESTROY HER LIFE THEN I TEACH HER HOW TO TIE A NOOSE 
BLADE STUCK IN HIS STOMACH I GOT BLOOD ALL ON MY FUCKING BOOTS 
I'M TOO FUCKED BITCH I'M IN NEED OF A LOBOTOMY 
PULL UP IN A UH IMA PULL UP IN A FUCKING

IMA PULL UP IN A TANK
PUSSY U ARE GONNA DIE TONIGHT
MAKE HIM FUCKING DRINK 500 MILLIGRAMS OF CYANIDE
PULL UP WITH THE GANG? UR EMBARRASSING URSELF
BITCH STOP ACTING ALL HARD YOU SHOULD JUST GO AND COMMIT SUICIDE

S!XBLADES:
555, GONNA KILL HIS FAMILY
TO NIGHT NIGHT NIGHT YEAH, BITCH I'M AN EPEDEMY
FUCKER YOU DON'T MAKE SHIT
JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE BITCH
YOU WON'T GET INTO PLAYLISTS
UNLESS YOU FUCKING PAY BITCH

BREAKING DOWN HIS DOORKNOB
BITCH I AM A WARLOCK
GONNA LET HIS BRAIN SPILL ON THE CARPET WITH MY 4 SHOTS

FUCK ME UP
CUT ME UP
DO IT AGAIN AY
SHOW ME THAT I AM A FAG WITH NO FRIENDS

WARLORD (FT. TXAZ + S!XBLADES) [PROD. TXAZ]

prod https://soundcloud.com/sorrow_bringer

LYRICS: I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga
Like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin bitches
She rollin' swishers for her bitches
I bought my niggas they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju- (okay, okay, okay...)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin
I beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back i'll do ya
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Deleted Account (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

Lyrics:

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests 
I'm moving lethal i'm never no less
I ain't got a PC just specs on the tec
Ain't sayin you won't make it but boy it's a - stretchhh
Like i'm stretchin your flesh 
Fuck bout no money I want my respect 
I'm pressing this piece to his head make a mess 
Could call me Paul Walker , i'm fast as it gets

One down lay dead 
We get down like that
Said i'm gon rain fire 
When I tote my fire 
Watch how my glock hi-top skin fades -
This beam his face 
Girl i'm riding round whats the location 
Pull up with the drive by leave his home vacant 
Boy you know that you could die bout this money i'm making 
All this muhfuckin paper
Chasing
Horns pierce the skin on my head call me Satan 
Say that I ain't bout it at this point you hatin
Scythe with the hoodie they know that I'm takin yo

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests uh 
Like insects, best watch where they step 
Incense, want smoke , cigarette 
Infected and i'm seeing red
You will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 

Pest
 
Pest

PEST

NIKKO - PEST (prod. Kiraw)

THIS ONE IS FOR THE MOSH TO TWEAK OUT TO!

SOCIALS:
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/ssjdaki/
TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@ssjdaki
Twitter - https://twitter.com/dakialmighty

LISTEN TO THE SONG ON ALL PLATFORMS:
Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/4jFdrKsm6edP3y0wwYifaA?si=2c0695bcbdbc4603
Apple Music - https://music.apple.com/us/album/bum-rush-simon-says/1712240391?i=1712240392

LYRICS:
BUM RUSH -
OK LIKE RUSH RUSH RUSH
I FUCK IT UP
I STAY WITH KARMA, THATS THE MOB
YEA WE CAN NEVER GIVE NO FUCKS
DONT NEED NO ARMOR WHEN WE SLIDIN
WE GON SMOKE EM OUT LIKE RUNTZS
I CALL HER DAHMER, SHE GON EAT ME UP
SHE LOVE IT WHEN WE FUCK

CUZ WE BEEN MOVIN LIKE THE BEST ONES
MY NIGGAS NEXT UP
I LET EM KNOW, I ALWAYS FLEX UP
I LET MY CHEST PUMP
THEY TRIED TO FOUL ON US, THEY MESSED UP
I LET THAT TEC DUMP
ITS SSJ, HE KNOW TO BLESS BUCKS
GO GET YOUR CHECKS UP

I BEEN PUTTIN THIS PRESSURE ON FOR A MINUTE
THEY BEEN BEGGIN FOR AIR BUT I CANT FORGIVE EM
BULLETS KNOCKIN EM DOWN, LOOKIN LIKE A MIDGET
HOW WE RIDE IN THE NIGHT, TELL EM FUCK A TICKET
HE WANT HEAT THEN WE PUT THAT BOY ON A SKILLET
KEEP A BURNER, I GRIP IT WITH OVER MITTENS
ALL THESE NIGGAS ARE PUSSY, A BUNCH OF KITTENS
BUT THEY TALKIN TO ME LIKE THEY FUCKIN WIT IT

LIL NIGGA I CANT GO
HIT HIS EYE, CUT HIM UP LIKE DEATHSTROKE
MINIMIZE, TURN THAT BOY TO DUST
CHOPPA FINNA DUMP, MAKE HIM UP THE TEMPO
IMMA GO STRAIGHT FOR THE END ZONE, FOR THE WIN
LIL BITCH I PUSH AND PUSH AND PUSH
AINT NO LOVIN
AND ALL THAT SHIT THEY SPITTIN IS NOTHIN, DIRT
ITS LESS THAN THIS RUBBISH

OK LIKE 
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH
I TELL EM
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH
I FUCK IT
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
YEA GO AND 
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH

SIMON SAYS -
HEARD THAT THESE NIGGAS WERE FEELIN TOUGH
THEY WANT WAR WELL IM TELLIN EM "LETS GO"
POP A ROCK IN HIS TOP LIKE A HEADSTONE
KEEP A STICK AND IT MAKE HIM GO (HEY!)

POP, PRESTO
WE ON SHIT THAT COMPETING WITH DEATH ROW
RIDE AROUND WITH THAT (SHH), WE CANT LET KNOWN

I CANT LET EM GET UP TO MY PACE, NOT EVEN LITTLE BIT
I BEEN BETTER THAN NIGGAS SINCE A LITTLE KID
I WAS 15 AND POPPIN IN THE 916
THROW THAT BOY IN THE PIT, IM KICKIN AT HIS RIBS
NOW GO LISTEN UP AND DO WHAT SIMON SAYS

WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK
OK YEA
WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK
OK NOW 
MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH
OK YEA
MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH
OK NOW 
THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW
YEA GO AHEAD
THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW
OK NOW 
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
YEA YEA YEA 
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO

BUM RUSH! / SIMON SAYS!

BUM RUSH! / SIMON SAYS! (PROD. MUD)

FREAK (feat. Freddie Dredd)

Ouija Macc x Trizz - Round The Way [Chopped & Screwed] By SUS PhiXioN

Ouija Macc SoundCloud soundcloud.com/fuccouija​
Ouija Macc YouTube @www.youtube.com/channel/UC9NH​...
Ouija Macc Instagram www.instagram.com/fuccouija/​

YouTube www.youtube.com/c/SUSPhiXioN
Facebook facebook.com/susphixion/
Instagram www.instagram.com/sus_phixion/
BandCamp www.phixion.bandcamp.com/

Ouija Macc x Trizz - Round The Way [Chopped & Screwed] PhiXioN

COVER ART BY VEXED WORKS

LYRICS:
Fuck Out my way 
Or I’m Wesley Snipes
Im on a rampage 
Middle fingers in yo fuckin face 
WAY TOO MANY DUMB ASS MOTHAFUCKAS 
NOWADAYS 
CONFIDENTLY HAVE NOTHING VALUABLE TO SAY 


A mass shooting isn’t noble go merk a pdf file

Punch the smile right up off their fucking face 
Wanna rip the skull right 
Up out their frame 
My heart is not a Happy place 
all I see is death 
At the tail end like a license plate 

I got people hoping I don’t see the next day 
Gone through a campaign of hella pain 
 it doesn’t always pour when it rains
But I’m tryna make steps 
So I can change 
Too many fake fucks 
Too many fakes 
Way too many people I pray burn at the stake 
Cognitive dissonance 
IS Running rampant 
Fuck an influencer 
I’ll turn em inanimate 

Shoving a camera 
Up in innocent peoples personal space
Acting like what you’re doing is the second coming of a holy name 
parasites and you
Are basically the same
But you’re just a bitch 
Tryna Do it for fame 


Fuck Out my way 
Or I’m Wesley Snipes
Im on a rampage 
Middle fingers in yo fuckin face 
WAY TOO MANY DUMB ASS MOTHAFUCKAS 
NOWADAYS 
CONFIDENTLY HAVE NOTHING VALUABLE TO SAY 


You Gave yourself tinnitus 
Tryna stunt on the internet
Took a gun and accidentally 
fired it 
You’re pathetic 
You’re an itis
How you make music 
but the outcome is the opposite 

I AINT NEEDA USE YOUR NAME FOR CLOUT 
NEVER SIGNED THAT NDA 
So you SCARED OF ME NOW 

I know your true colors
It’s quite unfortunate 
I could drop the info 
At any given coordinate 

I could end that career 
Without sending you to heavens gate 
You wouldn’t know a real homie 
Even if they waved in your face 

Don’t hit me up 
Don’t ask me why
The ball is my court 
And You crossed
 the realest alive 

To me that is music to my ears 
They say not to hold grudges 
But this is my souvenir 
With what I know 
I know that you live in fear 

And that makes me smile
From ear to ear

RAMPAGE (Prod. SCARYPLAIN)

The Best Of...

Israel

PROD. 
@k_ai_se_r

MIX&MASTER
@k_ai_se_r

LYRICS

DEPTHSTRIDA MACHETE FLOW
KILL YOU BITCHES FOR THE SHOW
NO POINT IN RUNNIN JUST LET GO
SHOOT YOU WITH UP WITH MY CROSSBOW
WATCH MY BLOODLUST RISING SLOW
RAGE IS GROWING FASTER THOUGH

I CANT DIE NO MATTER HOW
PLEASE TRY TO MAKE MY BODY BLOW
YOUR BLOOD MAKES MY MACHETE GLOW
JASON VORHEES ALSO KNOWN
AS SHADOW FROM THE CAMP BELOW
TRACE YOU UP NO PROBLEM HOE
CUT YOUR FUCKING TOES FOR NOW
I JUST WANT YOU TO DIE REAL SLOW
I BURY YOU IN ICECOLD SNOW

SLITS ON YOUR FUCKING BITCH WHEN I DODGE BULLETS NEO SHIT
 WAIT FOR ME TO EMPTY CLIPS TO END YOUR FUCKING EGO TRIP
ADLIBS LIKE IM 9G  SHIT YOU BETTER HIDE BEHIND YOUR CLIQUE
SHINRA TENSEI MAKES YOUR BODY SPLIT 
CALL IT CHOCOLATE AND BANANA BITCH


DEPTHSTRIDA AND KAISER ARE THE SCENES OXIDIZER
 KNOWN AS OLYMP CLIMBER WHERE THE GODS CYPHER
WHILE YOU BITCHES ARE THE BIGGEST BITER	 
YOURE KNOWN AS COPY TIGER 
EMPTY CLIPS THE WORKING MINOR 2x

MACHETE FLOW  [PROD. KAISER]

Ramirez - The Bodies Fall Just Like The Leaves [Chopped & Screwed] PhiXioN

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Facebook facebook.com/susphixion/
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Ramirez SoundCloud @ramirezdg

Ramirez - The Bodies Fall Just Like The Leaves [Chopped & Screwed] PhiXioN

OPP CLEAR OUT FT.83HADES + LILDARKIE PROD.YUNG GLIZZY

Super big thanks to @mugetsu117 for the vocals, and sorry for the spam on discord.

LYRICS:
[Mugxtsu]
You are dead to me.
I saw your cold body.
Torn in pain.
I don't know what to say about the blood. 
You are, I saw your cold body.
Torn in pain.
I don't know what to say about the blood. 

I don't think your right about fucking anything.
I don't think you can do whatever you want here.

Oh I did not do anything that deserve
getting put away from my killing spree.
You are dead to me.

[Scrub]
Dressed down 
Get your answers somewhere else 
Or with something 
Unthread all strands 

Blind 
Sight shit 
Black 
Stare at the guide 
Take out the vision 
Draw a blank on it, decide 
Phase out 
Pages declined 
Ruins at the mission 
Write a bible of my crimes 

Stay in cement 
Dry 
Run I hit the back line 
Flipping positions cardiolipin reads the scan lines 
Play in the fence 
Sirens 
Gon hit the vein right 
End of dependence
A pending end
Don't ever sound right

Obsolete (with MUGXTSU)

Featuring and co produced with @istasha

go listen to all his music or ur lame

Lyrics:

bridge: Na$tii
came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked 
you don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck
40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping
come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust 
x2
verse 1: Na$tii
young dirty cutter 
yeah my skin look like a battleground 
staring at the lock, pick a time 
to come up in the house
shawty wanna fuck but affection
put you in the ground 
couple plastics bags and a tank
I won’t make a sound 

I won’t say a fucking word
u ain’t listen anyway 
put you in the dirt
or jus leave you in the alleyway
bro he mixing chemicals 
now they going in my veins 
bitch I’m a guerrilla 
bloc black I’m renegade 

chorus: Na$tii
killer got a gun
killer got a god complex 
x4

bridge repeats: Na$tii

Verse 2: @istasha
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

Drain 
When your left up 
Uh 
Running it back on medicine 
Never set up 

One with no face 
But his chest up 
bout to see you wreck it like 
Honestly not a bother in novelty 
Uh

Shooting it over off like a javelin 
Split open wigs like a pair of pins 
Inattention 

Knock on the frame and the seams degraded
Facing the cages your locked and faded

Fucking with no false light 
the stasis 
Break open crack out the places
Sought it into pathos and lost in oasis
Turning over
Bitch and then you're back into your basics 

chorus: @istasha 
Killer got a gun 
Killer got a god complex
x8

outdo: @istasha 
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

God Complex Ft. Istasha The Scrub

"Red Bull from Hell" was Released in 1993 on vinyl and is now available on Bandcamp: https://djhellofficial.bandcamp.com/album/red-bull-from-hell

Electric Indigo

DJ Hell​ - Sprung Aus Den Wolken EP (1993) - Including the tracks "Sprung Aus Den Wolken" and "Butter Säure":
https://djhellofficial.bandcamp.com/album/sprung-aus-den-wolken
#djhell #djhellanalogcatalog #analoghell #sprungausdenwolken #buttersaure #djhellclassics #hellmutgeier #helmutjosefgeier #techno #acid #house

Butter Säure

"Futureshock" was released in 1993 on the Energy '93 Compilation - Buy here: https://djhellofficial.bandcamp.com/track/futureshock

Futureshock

NO I DON'T SKATE!
but i do be on that motherfucking grind 

{lyrics}
(CHORUS)
I'm on the grind
Nigga talk that shit ima slide
Drop straight facts i ain't gotta lie 
On the grind ti'll i motherfucking die 
Man i'm chilling i don't even gotta try 
Villain chilling in the building high 
Acting idiotic just to get by 
Looking like a damn sheep in they eyes
But im running shit i'm just the master of disguise
Always fucking high luke walking on the sky
Pussy rock the boat like we be living life of pi 
Fucking with the villain man i swear i'm not the guy 
We can go eye for an eye for an eye

GET PAY BACK UNTIL EVERYBODY DIES 
(VERSE 1)
What the fuck don't hit my phone 
Please just leave my ass alone
Want they fix like autozone 
I made all these shadow clones

I done moved alot of work through the damn hole
Think i'm playing when i'm saying that i snatch souls 
I'm grim reaper and i been asshole
Florida bitches looking at me like im Castro
I can't give a fuck i'm focused on my cash flow 
But they know that i know i'm about to blow 
But they know that i know i'm about to blow 
But they know that i know i'm about to blow 

(CHORUS)
I'm on the grind
Nigga talk that shit ima slide
Drop straight facts i ain't gotta lie 
On the grind ti'll i motherfucking die 
Man i'm chilling i don't even gotta try 
Villain chilling in the building high 
Acting idiotic just to get by 
Looking like a damn sheep in they eyes
But im running shit i'm just the master of disguise

(VERSE 2)
Love to talk cuz he really ain't got shit 
I was really all alone when i got this
people fake cut em off cuz they toxic
Flash back to all the shit that i was robbing
Running in with the bat man robbing 
Got me thinking but i keep my brain thoughtless 
Trying let my spirit be let i talk bitch
Trap P.T.S.D change the topic 
All my homies Japanese get the chop sticks 
All my homies Japanese get the chop sticks 
All my homies Japanese get the chop sticks 

(CHORUS)
I'm on the grind
Nigga talk that shit ima slide
Drop straight facts i ain't gotta lie 
On the grind ti'll i motherfucking die 
Man i'm chilling i don't even gotta try 
Villain chilling in the building high 
Acting idiotic just to get by 
Looking like a damn sheep in they eyes
But im running shit i'm just the master of disguise
Always fucking high luke walking on the sky
Pussy rock the boat like we be living life of pi 
Fucking with the villain man i swear i'm not the guy 
We can go eye for an eye for an eye

NO I'M NOT A SKATER (PROD PASTA)

DOUBLE DEE (Ft. SADFRIEND) PROD. CHINO JAY

BRVTAL - BRV001
Niki Istrefi / Draugr
12"EP / Digital

BRVTAL has started in 2018 and after several gigs and episodes of the podcasts series at last we arrived to kick off our dream project: the music label!
There was no question who would be on our first release, because we have been following their music since the beginning and we had a banger nights and great times with both of them at LÄRM and in Budapest. These awesome producers to whom we thank BVR001 are Niki Istrefi and Draugr!

Niki Istrefi is a rare precious star in the danish techno scene, everyone can recognize his music in the first minute, this mindfulness, fast, harsh and tighty sound with the essential melodies of melancholia. Niki is pretty determinant in BRVTAL's life, because we noticed him since his first release and it was obvious that we invited him to our first LÄRM's event!
Worldspawn gives the first push on his side of the vinyl. This catatonic sound is the enter to the darkness, what we can accept from the whole release. Blood Run is another step, much faster, much harder with an iconic spooky melody that will haunt us through our nightmares.

But we don't have to be afraid of Draugr either, he isn't joking at all. He became one of the unavoidable figures of parisian techno over the years. It wasn't a surprise how he totally bombed the LÄRM to the delight of us and our audience in 2019. We fell in love for the first time when we heard XB71. This track is the real taste of Draugr's music, the
uncompromising, tough sound with cruel hammering and flooding energy like an atomic bomb. Lastly we get to the final track of the vinyl that is dedicated to us, so the title is Brvtal. It's a great honor for us that this more galloping banger with killer dark melodies has the same name like our label and event series!

A1-A2 Written & Recorded by @istrefi in Copenhagen, Denmark 2019-2020
B1-B2 Written & Recorded by @draugr8 in Paris, France 2019-2020

Digital Master by Axel Fesancieux in Paris, France 2020
Vinyl Master by A.P at GS Mastering & Post in Stockholm, Sweden 2020

Artwork by Zsófia Cséve

Distributed by Triple Vision Record Distribution in Rotterdam, The Netherlands