write sad shit drunk

Prod: Fewtile
Mix & Mastered: Deeza

Music Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUaP8iMywKo&ab_channel=NXTE

True Colours

True Colours [Prod. Fewtile]

Bomp

LOYALTY

So Lit - Rosyln Grey ft. HorrorHeadBeats & NXTE

- Produced by HorrorHeadBeats
- Mixed & Mastered by Deeza Productions
- Cover Art by Zeussartistry

SO LIT - Rosyln Grey (prod. HorrorHeadBeats)

ONE ON ONE EP 
Track 1: ONE ON ONE ft. DEC & Dakreecha
Produced by Ivanjnr
Mixed & Mastered by Deeza

ONE ON ONE ft. DEC & DaKreecha

BRIDGEY x VKB - TOKE IT UP (REMIX) Ft. NXTE

muks soundcloud | https://on.soundcloud.com/XJHBBojHdKZ814Ez7


cix50 soundcloud | https://on.soundcloud.com/DAMSWC7qcPihiVKy6

MUKS DIED | Jackie Chan feat. Cix50

Hust - Block Boy

SHOOKZ X STRIKE WON   0NE 53C0ND PAST MIDNIGHT

Father, Mother (Feat.Roger Sunlight) (International Dance Music)

Chorus :

Hey bro, fist bump, my guy, how you doing?
Yeah, it’s rough, same old, same old
WESH wesh, this vibe is wild
We break it down, yeah
Yo mom’s smiling, she’s proud
Friends say it’s the bangin’ spot, for sure

Verse 1 : 

Belek on the rise, wesh, Dawa on the beat
I’m not shocked, I’m here, I’m bringing the heat
Pécho in the pocket, plans never dry
Meuf, keuf, vibes rise, the game gets on fire
Belek-belek, we slam the bass, teeth clenched tight
Brother, the flow is raw, no time for slow
Father, Mother, we spin the crew, the spot shakes
Big bang on the mic, we take control, it’s quake  

Pre-chorus :

Low lights, concrete echoes
WESH wesh, words hit hard, that’s how we roll
Hands on deck, queens on sight
We move, we strike, proud of who we are
Chorus:
Hey bro, fist bump, my guy, how you doing?
Yeah, it’s rough, same old, same old
WESH wesh, this vibe is wild
We break it down, yeah
Yo mom’s smiling, she’s proud
Friends say it’s the bangin’ spot, for sure

Verse 2 :

Storms come? we don’t fear the sky, we ride the bass
Walls sweat our steps, bass hits with no delay
Wesh, we move fast, brief bars, booming pace
Keuf in the rear? nah, we stay clean but heavy on bass
Pécho in the pockets, the vibe is heavy, streets we own it
Mother on the accelerator, heart beating under neon glow
We swing, we grind, we live loud, the crew moves as one
The handsome guy steps up, girls and ladies all in flame

Bridge :

Tap, beat, drop. Deep bass shakes the ears
We fist up, we shout, we keep the light near
Musical burst, it’s all here, all clear
Street heavy, we roll on, never fear

Chorus :

Hey bro, fist bump, my guy, how you doing?
Yeah, it’s rough, same old, same old
WESH wesh, this vibe is wild
We break it down, yeah
Yo mom’s smiling, she’s proud
Friends say it’s the bangin’ spot, for sure

Outro :
Father, Mother — etched in the concrete
Belek-belek, the sound sticks, the spot is ours
The handsome guy, the girl, the ladies all in place
We sign the track, gravity drops, we vanish in taste


Father, Mother (Feat.Roger Sunlight) (International Dance Music)

Yo, listen up, this ain't no fairy tale, it's my hell in a cell,
Québec City streets turned nightmare, where the shadows swell.
I was slangin' pills, synthetics poppin' like fireworks in July,
Till these three beasts rolled up, eyes glowin', ready to make me cry.
First off, two giants, Jimmy and Johnny, built like tanks on paws,
Franky the runt barkin' orders, settin' off their jaws.
They in full leather, patches flashin'—Hells Angels, Raccoon City crew,
Bottom rocker "Raccoon City," top "Hells Angels," skull and wings too.
Spleen says "Shiva," diamond "0.1%," colors red and white blaze,
Bustin' through my door like T-Virus rage, leavin' me in a daze.
They knew every spot—under the floor, in the walls, behind the fridge,
Sniffed out my stash like pros, no mercy, no bridge.
Took all the chems, the meth, the tabs, the synthetic fire,
Left me with weed, hash, shrooms, opium—plant-based empire.
Counted my cash, precise as hell, snatched 10% for the Québec due,
Said, "Pay up or face the squirrels, punk—we watchin' you."
Feed the surveillance squirrels? I laughed, thought I was tough, no fear,
Ignored those bushy-tailed spies, sippin' my beer.
But oh man, they came back swingin', iced my porch with frozen spite,
Raided my pad, stole all the nuts, acorns gone in the night.
Woke me from dead sleep, cayenne pepper blast to the face,
Burnin' eyes, chokin' lungs, squirrels dancin' in the haze.
Bling-wearin' rodents, chains and rings, aggressive as hell,
Jumpin' from trees, bitin' ankles, turnin' my life to a spell.
Public plaza attack, they swarmed like a furry storm,
Nippin' at heels, scratchin' arms, leavin' me torn.
I ran screamin' to the cop shop, beggin' for shield,
"Squirrels after me! Giants in vests! This ain't no drill!"
Babblin' my sins, admittin' the deals they never knew,
Local slanger spillin' guts, PTSD breakin' through.
Now I'm locked in this cage, starin' at walls that close in tight,
Refusin' to call it a dream, but giants and squirrels? That can't be right.
T-Virus twisted 'coons, enforcin' the Atlantic Union law,
Replacin' my poison with nature's high, leavin' me raw.
Yo, Jimmy's rage, Johnny's silence, Franky's sly command,
Turned my empire to dust, with a paw-print brand.
Squirrels in bling, watchin' every move I make,
Hauntin' my nights, keepin' me wide awake.
Québec City's fallin' to this furry regime,
Montréal city-state, NL joinin' the dream.
But me? I'm done, shattered soul in this pen,
Prayin' for peace, but the nightmares won't end.
Crazy? Yeah, but it's real—feed the squirrels or pay the price,
In this T-Virus world, where beasts rule the vice.

Local shift.

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ONE ON ONE ft. DEC & DaKreecha

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