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PRODUCED BY @JAMESGORCZYCA1
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KXNG KXLLSWXTCH YUNG RARE PYRXCITER YAXTZEE

yung rare - hellfighter (prod. 88VLEXX)

green dot 🆒 red dot ? i do not pick the color…. 

hmm 🤔 

red line 😡 blue line 

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okaminokami- as above …(prod. helpless + Nabi00)

GANTZ FEAT. LOSFROMTHEQ (PROD. DES1R3DKAI)

“The Ukrainian Dog” Es una sentencia, un legado hecho ruina, una cicatriz congelada en los campos blancos de Kiev. Es el retrato sonoro de Verunt Yridichenko, el último de su estirpe, heredero de una voluntad que se niega a extinguirse. Nacido de la pérdida y la desesperación, moldeado por la traición y la guerra, Verunt es símbolo del hombre al que le arrebatan todo, excepto su fuego interno.

La filosofía de esta obra se sustenta en una dualidad brutal:
 El mundo que arde, pero la voluntad que persiste.
 El linaje roto, pero el alma incorruptible.

La pieza navega por los pasajes más oscuros de la historia reciente: la caída de la Unión Soviética, la guerra de Crimea, las cárceles militares donde se castiga la dignidad, y las élites corruptas que juegan a ser dioses. Pero en medio del acero, del barro y la nieve, nace algo sagrado: la idea de que el hombre puede ser más que sus cadenas.

Verunt no busca redención ni venganza. Busca una nueva génesis, un mundo que no dependa de los mitos ni de los dogmas. The Ukrainian Dog lo define así:

"No soy el héroe. Soy la consecuencia. Soy lo que ocurre cuando la fe en los dioses muere, y nace la fe en uno mismo."

LYRICS

He walked alone...
Across the snow of Kiev...
With nothing but a rune.
No gods. No home.
Only rage... and a name.

Nine years old in the frost of war,
The Notarikon burned in his palm once more.
They buried Sven beneath the crimson snow,
And left a child to rise alone.

He wore the storm like skin and bone,
In Crimea’s hell, he made his throne.
Betrayed by ranks, he killed his king—
Ten years chained to silence and sin.

But rusted bars can’t hold the flame,
Nor cage the blood that bears the name...
Yridichenko—iron and soul,
The fire that gods could never control.

We are not dogs,
We are wolves in chains—
Forged in silence, born in pain.
We do not kneel,
We burn through night—
With truth in fists and hearts alight.

Victoria came with a serpent’s grace,
A shadowed deal, a godless face.
She broke the lock, unsealed the war,
Then showed the boy what blood is for.

The Aspects spoke with cosmic light,
Of Lidiel’s vow and human might.
“The runes you bear are not a lie—
But keys to make the angels die.”

The world collapsed in holy screams,
Faith was drowned by oil and greed.
Religions burned, the banners torn...
And Verunt rose to forge the dawn.

We are not gods,
We are stars unseen—
Fallen free from old machines.
We are the breath
That breaks the curse—
The nameless souls who’ll build the earth.

“No gods shall rule this mind of mine!”
“Let men arise, divine, refined!”
“This world shall bleed and then be healed!”
“Reinfallen rises—blades and shields!”

“I am the last...
The last Yridichenko.
And from the ashes of gods...
I will raise a world
where men may finally breathe.”


The Ukranian Dog

… zerbricht in der Nacht

"Are you feeling sad, broken, or simply inconvenient?
Try our patented little lie..."
 ...
Side effects include:
Addiction, sedation, soul death, smile imitation.

Here, take this pill - it fixes your “mood.”
Don't ask questions, just swallow the truth.
Feel a little dead inside? That’s normal now.
Just keep showing teeth - we love that smile.

Prescribe the fog, then blame the haze,
Dull the fire, then call it grace.
You’re not healing - you’re sedated clean,
A puppet pulled by dopamine machines.

“Better” looks good in a pillbox case.
Numb is the new holy place.
They don’t want you whole, just quiet and tamed -
Mental health… now trademarked and named.

Pretty pills, plastic smiles -
Wrap the pain in corporate style.
One-size-fits-all for your fucked-up head,
Just smile wide while you wish you were dead.

White coats, fake hope -
Sell the silence, dose by dose.
You're not cured - you're controlled.
Mental health, bought and sold.

Welcome to the clinic, where the pain’s on lease,
Sign your name, now you’re owned by peace.
You ain’t a person - you’re a stat, a case.
Treat the symptom, erase the face.

No therapy, just therapy ads,
"Talk to your doc!" while you're going mad.
They label you fast so they can med you slow,
Then gaslight your soul while your feelings go.

I don’t need another pill,
I need to scream.
I need someone who hears the silence -
And doesn't drug the dream.

Pretty pills, plastic smiles -
Line us up in sterile aisles.
Hearts on hold, minds on mute,
They treat the pain, then steal the root.

Branded grief, bottled tears,
Patented trauma, sold for years.
I’m not healing in your file.
I’m not a number.
I’m not your style.

This ain’t medicine -
It’s a muzzle.
This ain’t balance -
It’s a fucking puzzle.
I don’t want numb -
I want truth.
But you sell comfort
Like a fucking noose.

Smiling… but screaming.
Stable… but dreaming.
Alive… but where?

Pretty Pills & Plastic Smiles

This kinda shitty, i apologize, havent been very motivated or anything. Im sick atm so vocals were kinda hard to do. Love you all <3

RAZOR BLADE ! (PROD. 5:10)

prod. j boogie

yea i goddit
yea i goddit
yea i goddit
yea i goddit
what the fuck you goddits nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing

balls to the wall 
jaws of the mole

ouroboros ask me if i
should press on with the fist i
god cannot make action simple
yahweh passive civil
jehovah wan mind his business
with judas as my witness
if i make it i can take it
one in the same you wishing

break
break
break
dirt
shame
on 
you

on 11 fucking years
felt a century of waste
as you drink my mothers tears
dont pretend that shes okay
as you take my brothers years
place a poison in his brain
did it to your sorry self
all the cancer it contain
and you wanna know who in the fuck i think that i am
force in control and i know it its no conspiring

GODDIT (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

LYRICS

I AM THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE 
NO LONGER WILL WE JUST WATCH 
SO LONG AS HUMANS ARE EVIL 
THIS VIOLENCE WILL NEVER STOP 
CHAOS, EVERYTHING’S ON FIRE 
RIOT STAND UP FOR WHAT’S RIGHT 
DONT LISTEN TO THE MEDIA 
CAUSE IT ALL MIGHT BE FALSE SIGHT 

SOMEBODY TELL ME!
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA ￼￼
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 

THEY WANNA OPPRESS OUR FORCES 
CALLING IN HELP 
WE JUST WANT REAL PEACE OF MIND 
BUT THEY MAKING IT HELL 
CUT THE HEAD OFF FROM THE SNAKE
AND STEAL THE LIBERTY BELL 
IF THEIR AIM IS TO DESTROY US 
THEN THEYRE DOING IT WELL 

WHERE IS THE EQUALITY 
THE COLOR AIN’T THE PROBLEM SEE
WE ALL BLEED RED, 
WE’RE HUMAN IN THE END 
SAME PHYSIOLOGYWHERE IS THE EQUALITY 
THE COLOR AIN’T THE PROBLEM SEE
WE ALL BLEED RED, 
WE’RE HUMAN IN THE END 
SAME PHYSIOLOGY

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA ￼￼
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA 
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH AMERICA

2020 IS SHIT!  [PROD. 17ZDANNY X GRIMBXY]

I ONLY HAVE NIGHTMARES LYRICS**                                                       
 i been only having nightmares in my sleep fuck it ima get up on my feet yeah shit ay time to run  pussy nigga totin on a gun breaking all his ribs and take his lungs damn you out sad i don’t really need you like that you was playing games and that was wack bitch i’m bout the bread i know you had yeast up in them legs fishy toss her ass back in shred i don’t really need you like that you was playing games and that was wack yeah yeah CHOPPER ATTACK PUSSY GET BACK I DONT NEED NOBODY TEACH ME HOW TO FUCKING RAP UH BITCH IM SELF MADE YOU WASHED UP LIKE A MOP HUNNIDS ON HER HEAD UNTIL she realize she a flop FUCK CALLIN FOR THE XAN PLUG ILL SHOW YOU WHERE THE XANS AT I BEEN SLEEPING ALL DAY BITCH IM IN BACKPACK FLEX UP ON A HOE SHOW YOU I GOT DOUGH I BEEN IN MY FEELINGS SO ITS TIME TO FUCKIN GROW fuck calling for the xan plug i’ll show you where the xans at i been out all night bitch im in my backpack fuck feelin like i’m stuck shit like why need sleep internet dont eat its not a comp you cant compete steppin up to me ill drown you all inside your sleep xo is aquatic so he underwater breathe.. im sorry you know i love you call me

I Only Have Nightmares V2 (prod.mud)

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GANTZ FEAT. LOSFROMTHEQ (PROD. DES1R3DKAI)

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