LONE$TAR

Straight from the cold blocks of Chicago, Kill Y’self steps out the shadows with a new drill banger soaked in raw pain, family ties, and unfiltered violence. He ain’t just repping the name — he’s carrying legacy in every bar. Dark, ruthless, and true to the trenches, this track is for the ones who know what it means to survive when the odds are stacked, and love turns to war. Kill Y’self don’t rap for fame — he raps for revenge.

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I SEE RED

Got more better stuff coming soon! just trust the process.... [Prod. By Eggacion]

Rinse & Repeat [Prod. By Eggacion]

PEOPLE WANT TO SEE YOU FAIL AT YOUR DREAMS!

BAD WISHES ON ME

From my upcoming mixtape. Single only available on Soundcloud. 

My Way  (prod. delucx)

Come, gather round, welcome to the show, let me peel your wig back with some shit you didn't know. Gotta get in where you fit in, one ticket for admission, no you do not want the smoke, & you can't escape the system, like bitch I'm on a mission, just let me get to fishin'  On my Van Gogh rendition  like I insist you listen. Bout to cut my ear off, yeah, call it acquisition.  Got me wishin' when I grow up, Imma join a coalition. Send me on an expedition to oppose the competition. Only under one condition, Imma destroy opposition. With, or without your permission, know I'm stacking ammunition. Let me reverse my position. Dreams are coming to fruition. 

Definition. my condition, superstition, apparition, audition, demolition, premonition, mathematician, in addition, tactician, transition, inhibition, repetition, exhibition, technician, inquisition, mortician, intermission, malnutrition, in remission, tradition, commission, extradition, fifth edition, obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice, giant snake, birthday cake, large fries, chocolate shake.

 Doug Dimmadome, owner of the dimmadome. It's not a dimma-house bitch, it's a dimma-home. It be never dim together, but you know it's dim alone. Bitch, it's bright out & about, but you know it's dim at home. I've been tryna dimma-call you from my fucking dimma- phone. Finna rip you apart bitch, I'm on you like a shark. Got that icky with a v, on my Chip Skylark.. Wooo!.. The shiny teeth in me..        

Intermission's over, now back to the show. I can get it when you want it, know you get it for the low. Got that loverboy flow, on my Juandissimo. When times get cold, you can warm up with my flow. Time to hit em' with a poof, on my Cosmo & Wanda. I'm tryna raise the roof, know I'm on my Jane Fonda. Brodies in the parking lot, I'm ripping in my Honda. That 70's show, I'm talking Big Rhonda. It's feeding time bitch, time to feed my anaconda. He's on a strict diet, I ain't talking Ashwagandha. See you coming in on some shit I ain't fond of. On my Don Cheadle, call it Hotel Rwanda.

No Uganda, coming in, a fucking all-American, hit me up like where you been, I'm tearing down the wall like my last name was Berlin, got that warrior within, on my Prince of Persia shit, watch me tag you on the chin, comfy in my own skin, better call your next of kin, got me drinking juice and gin, pulling tricks up on my Schwinn, watch me hit em' with a grin, got me playing violin, got your girl hitting high notes, yeah, I call her Kellin Quinn. 

All twisted up, yeah, time to disentangle. Living life like a rhombus bitch, I hit the right angle. Jingle Jangle go the keys, but the whip is all mangled. Bitch, I'll hit you with a frying pan like I'm watching Tangled. Bitch, I'm Jorgen Von Strangle, bout to wrangle, watch me ball out. Yeah, they got me breaking ankles, nuke em' playing fallout. Take out the Titanic, call it freak iceberg, & all my neighbors hate me, call it Dinkleberg..


My Way (prod. delucx)

Shinichi