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ALL RELEASES FROM 2023

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Re-Extase 05

IreQ's Best Tracks All Time

produced by @areobeats
Featured Artist-
BROOXCiV: https://soundcloud.com/swirlycube
Bundy: https://www.youtube.com/@bundyart5779/playlists
Lyrics:
Runaway runaway
Right where I belong
Runaway runaway
Find my way home
Getaway getaway
So far gone
I'm on my way
On my way
I'm on my way
On my way
I'm on my way
On my way
Runaway runaway
Right where I belong
Runaway runaway
Find my way home

Lost my way think back how I went astray
Haunted by my demons
Trying to keep the voices at bay 
praying for insurance 
I’ll be gone one day 
On the road tryin to find an alleyways
I’ll be there soon
Hoping for today 
GPS says tomorrow feeling hollow 
Found solaces in a bottle 
Found love in a brothel 
Got it backwards like it’s hard to follow 
Would slow down but I Gotta get back 
No time to wallow 

Lost my way think back how I went astray
Haunted by my demons
Trying to keep the voices at bay 
praying for insurance 
I’ll be gone one day 
On the road tryin to find an alleyways
I’ll be there soon
Hoping for today 
GPS says tomorrow feeling hollow 
Found solaces in a bottle 
Found love in a brothel 
Got it backwards like it’s hard to follow 
Would slow down but I Gotta get back 
No time to wallow 

Drown it in a bottle 
Bad example
Poor model 
Don’t like me unfollow 
Care less what they think 
Don’t have time like I’m sprintin to the finish 
Stayed to myself 
Mind my business till I finished my sentence 
Yuh
A lot lost sons 
A lot of sad moms
A lot dads gone A lot of broken homes
Streets raise us
In the streets late when da sun gone 
Hear the gun shots, now we on the run 
Prayed for a come up 
Working till the suns up
What’s the sum of the years for bullets shot in fear 
Harsh lessons 
They said stay strapped for protection 
In a cold world to avoid life’s lessons 
But it happened-
So close to my home 
So now I’m so far away 
I don’t know where I belong 
So I stay a stray In these street 
hoping to find my way back
One day
I’ll be there some day

On the way
On the way
I'm on the way
On the way
On the way
runaway runaway
Right where I belong
Runaway runaway
Find my way home

Close To Home - ft. BROOXCiV, Bundy (prod. Areo)

Produced by @areobeats
Featured Artist-
Ramona Star: https://foundramona.bandcamp.com/music
Lyrics:
Panicked I frantically scan da perimeter in panoramic 
I can’t see pass the scope of my vantage point 
Looking for mortals wantin more damage
My temple wanted Dead or alive 
My bounty would support the hive 
Extinguish famine make abundant supplies 
For us to stack the cream real high 
This is not a dream
Pour one out for my homies addicted to lean
Thought my past defined me
But it’s just there to remind you how to find me
Made through experiences 
Interjected from someone’s suggestions
Looking at my ego 
Wondering if my mom meant to not use contraception -
She did deliberate exaggeration in a test tube 
Feed formula over the boob 
Was shy until I learned to broke the rules 
Call me a leader from running up some views
I’m the mass manipulators, many try to emulate 
But they don’t know what it really would take
They think I’m poppin pills for appearances sake 
Thinking these voices Im hearing are fake 
They Couldn’t dwell in my consciousness 
Can’t keep up with how my mind is functioning 
Punish you donkeys over the kick
These phonies here searching for hits
Edgy doin anything just for some clicks 
Think these songs I dropped my only shtick 
I’m bored just tryin different shit 
When y’all are just limited  
Overrated, x rated Face down to the pavement 
For 10,000 hours I was loyal to my craft 
That’s why I get the last laugh 
Fuck y’all and ya peers 
I’m optimums prime on diesel mode 
Ready to truck y’all like some deers
Never scared, But on y’all I smell the fear 
Couldn’t escape My hemisphere 
My scope Locked on 
That’s why I’m yelling 
Hands up Locked on Hands up
I been a master 
Y’all talk like pastors paying tithes think they paid their dues
I played the fool confess my problem With y’all talkin
Check your tone if you aint ready for these stone 
Check ya tone Cause I’m Locked on Hands up

Straight from the underground, currently covered in carpet lint
I have pride, don't need capitalism to market me it
And if I attend a parade, imma huey freeman it
Call me a faggot, u better be healthy enough to take a fist
Get your ass and mouth gaped turn you quicker than prison rape
The best trans rapper currently, the rest of em playing safe
Haphazardly suicidal, I jog with a boxcutter under my tongue
Get my tear streams tattooed as a reminder of where I came from
In the hood, they'll know me as devilman crybaby
Don't gotta snatch your chain, I'll floss on you with a guitar string
I'm ill, I'm sick, mentally deficient, a evolution of the original plague strain
I rip it, hardcore like porno flick bitches, put a serrated blade in your 4 inches, pull it out like beyblade
Have ur urethra extend by multiple digits, give you a extra layer of foreskin, like the condom business
Fuck these grifters, bitches, white culture pitchin piglets, a perfect picture of falsified prison statistics
You ever see a white rapper have their lyrics reviewed in court
You ever seen a white rapper have trouble getting their shit reviewed in forbes
Y'all do the most, except for when it matters
Police ass snitch ass rappers
Fuck these Marshall Mathers
Put my dick so far up your plane ass i make your sphincter aerodynamic
You wanna make a hit so bad, I'll give you one when I'm careless in your SoundCloud traffic.

WATCH AMV HERE<--

->> AMV LINK

Fracutured Ego (prod. Areo)

Producer: @jcpinthecut
Mixed/Mastered: Eli S. Oyola IG: @madhattahaudio

Lyrics:
Sickly, I’m infected with this knots
We double up like pigs on da slop 
Start the timer my retainer got da clock
My service running numbers like a bot
Numbers heavy like big mom standing on a scale 
This weight too heavy for da mail 
Like a crate of empty shells
Pick it up
Cover up da details 
Stupids drinking monsters snorting rails 
I’m drinking water eating kale 
This dudes dirty like finger nails 
Ugh 

Haters not doing well
Haters not aging well
Haters not doing well 
Stressin got em looking old hell
Ugh
Haters throwing salt hope we melt like a snail 
Mail it in 
When we excel 
What it is, off da clock
Don’t matter, we don’t stop
Jugernots 
Blowing up like balloons 
We poppin like money coming soon 
LETS GO
Sickly, I’m infected with this knots
We double up like pigs on da slop 
Start the timer my retainer got da clock
My service running numbers like a bot
My service running numbers, like a bot

Sickly, I’m infected with this knots
We double up like pigs on da slop 
Start the timer my retainer got da clock
My service runin numbers like a bot
My service runin numbers, like a bot

We out

AMV LINK <--

SICKLY (prod. JCPinthecut)

Beatsmith: @areobeats
Mixed/Mastered: Eli S. Oyola IG: @madhattahaudio
Lyrics;
I got too many racks
I got too many clothes
I got too many options
Shawty wanna roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty wanna roooll
Yeah, shawty wanna roll

I got too many raps
I got too many flows
I got too many options
Shawty wanna go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty wanna goooo
Yeah, shawty wanna go

Pick up and go
Like that window gotta close
Yeah yeah, Feel that breeze
What’s that sound from the trees
My pack louder than 1000 dogs barkin
Made it through some pressure
Came out sold
I’m doing a 100
They giving 50
Half assed missed me
Grind like I’m through the city
Collectin 100s, 50s
Got the eye like I’m thrifting
Changing shifting
My horses kicking
My spirit lifting
On the open road I’m whipping
At the top I’m sitting
My next choice I’m sifting
Thinking and picking
Trying to make a choice
When variables are plenty

I got too many racks
I got too many clothes
I got too many options
Shawty wanna roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty wanna roooll
Yeah, shawty wanna roll

I got too many raps
I got too many flows
I got too many options
Shawty wanna go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty wanna goooo
Shawty wanna go


She knows what that means
We had to make moves
Had to make it up
Ripped the garbs
The Taylor had to touch her up
Before I switch it up
Grabbed the jeans with the open button up
I'm killing these dudes, I’m too much

I got too many racks
I got too many clothes
I got too many options

This is my show
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty want a show
Yeaaah
Shawty let’s gooooo

Options (prod. Areo)

produced by @areobeats
cover art by @lukezimm

Lyrics:
Yeah
Pray to the Lord that we living for a reason
I hope this is our season
Everything come around in cycles
Strange world got AI breathing and breeding
The legion of machines
Replace the human beings
Bio-engineered birth from a scheme
Schematic blue print to humanity dreams
Things grandma couldn’t imagine in her wildest dreams
Cybernetic organism, breath still bad
Shapin' a future that people say is bad
Sedentary humans still sad
I’m just glad nothin’s made to last
Existential dread will come to pass
Forget my worries in the grass
Smoke a pound like barbecue
Hard liquor to wash down the plastic particles
Collagen for the lips, got shawty getting lower than a barnacle

They say the coast won’t last
She still getting injections in the ass
Politician still smiling tellin lies behind a mask
He said it’s good
She says it’s bad
I say, it will all come to pass

Yeah
Yeah?

Uhh
Forgetcha ya worries
To the universe you’re small as a particle
Aliens looking down on us
Like we some munchies
Wondering how long we’ll continue to function
The bottle neck coming
Let’s jump on something
Gets so gone we don’t feel nuthin
We all living and sufferin
Speech so slurred
Just trying to feel wanted, yeh

They say the coast won’t last
She still getting injections in the ass
Politician still smilin tellin lies behind a mask
He said it’s good
She says that’s bad
I say, it will all come to pass
Yeh
I say, It's all made not to last

->>AMV LINK

The Future Is Alien (prod. Areo)

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Aaron Steel x FATHER MERCY x KAEDO - Righteousless [FREE DOWNLOAD]

Song: Bad Man Sad Man
Album: Cattt Man Do
Artist: TomCattt
Composer: Thomas Patton
Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPgCgia7I4A&t=23s

About this track: Solid rock 'n' roll that inspires a new lease on life to those who have suffered from abusive relationships. 

Recorded at: TJP Entertainment Toronto, Ontario and Pezmosis Music Productions Oak Ridges, Ontario
Mixed and Mastered: Mark Pezzelato at Pezmosis Music Productions Oak Ridges, Ontario
Production and Engineering: Thomas Patton
Lead and Harmony Vocals: Thomas Patton
Rhythm Keyboard: Thomas Patton
Alto Saxophone (Synth): Thomas Patton
Horns (Synth): Thomas Patton
Bass Guitar: Bernie Serrao
Electric Guitar: Dan Strudwick
Drums: Mark Pezzelato
Album Cover: Thomas Patton
Art Direction: David Ouderkirk Mesmer Creative Oakville, Ontario.
Photography: Thomas Patton
Copyright: 1182165
Lyrics:

A little advice for ya baby, so listen-up.
The man wouldn’t compromise and refused to realize; that helped you rationalize the way he treated you.   
So, now you’re free.  Free to love again. 
He showed you no respect and treated you like his pet, that helped you to forget the pain he put you through.  
So, now you know, stay away from that man.  

Cause he’s a bad man and a sad man who's to blame.  I’ll say it again.
He’s a bad man and that bad man’s quite insane.  A-just one more time.
He’s a bad man and that bad man’s gone insane.

Cause he wouldn’t sympathize; just wants to victimize, so glad you realized before it was too late.
Now you're free, free to love again.  But, just remember.  

He showed you no respect and treated you like his pet; that helped you to forget the pain he put you through.  
So, now you know stay away from that man that’s right. 

Cause he’s a bad man (I know you know) and that bad man’s gone insane (he’s not quite right not quite right). I’ll say it again (not quite right). 
He’s just a bad man (you know you have to) and that bad man’s quite insane (let him go). 
A just one more time (let him go let him go).
He’s a bad man (you understand he’s) and that bad man’s gone insane (not quite right, not quite right, not quite right).

The man is mad, and he’s bad and he will hurt you if he can.  
You know he’s a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad bad man. 
That’s right.

Cattt Man Do

Bad Man Sad Man

Stream

Introduction in English:

My mother was always a smart woman, endowed with a naturally high intelligence .

Living alone with her sick father, she had to leave school already in the 6th grade and go to work in a factory.

When she later met my academically pre-educated father, she was introduced through him into the circles of the so-called " educated citizens ".

We then often had corresponding "nouveau riche" and "status conceit" parties in our large rented apartment. Here, my mother regularly got to feel the "fine", subtly deeply humiliating difference between the would-be educated and her as a despicably uneducated person.

At the same time, the would-be educated often had a style of communication that I call "trash talk" in this song. They often engaged in name-dropping by mentioning only the names of famous personalities without knowing anything more about their work. When asked more closely, they quickly changed the subject or texted you with some quarter-truth.

My mother, who was plagued by feelings of inferiority, was very intimidated by this, and it made her feel all the more stupid, uninteresting, and not socially acceptable.

At that time I was still too small. But I would have liked to turn back time for my mother's protection and sing this song at the highest volume to all these "trash talkers" standing on our dining room table at that time.

That the topic of "subtle differences" is a timeless one (I bow here to the wonderfully perceptive Pierre Bourdieu in this regard) is shown by the deep rifts that continue to exist between today's self-proclaimed "elite" and the supposed "primitives".

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Trash Talk

Just chat, don't think anymore, dislocate brain, be stupid 
Chattering sideways, never wavering, just no profundity, flatland

They remain one-dimensional, quite gloriously meaningless
The wordplay is all thin and stale, The shallow is all big with them

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk  

Are at many parties with colorful Smarties, with false eyelashes and pout 
No contacts, just meaningless verbal acts, word junk.

They are the heroes of the lazy mind, meaningless in the jelly glow 
Are narrow-minded, cheeky and brazen, persist in the one-legged dance

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk 

Have no enemies, no friends either, talk beside, nothing remains 
Leave only grease stains, can`t even bump, get stuck in the approach, nothing drifts 

Except: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)...

________________________________

Deutscher Originaltext

Trash Talk

Einfach quatschen, nicht mehr denken, Hirn ausrenken, Dumm sein 
Seitwärts plaudern, niemals zaudern, nur kein Tiefsinn, Flachland

Sie bleiben eindimensional, ganz herrlich bedeutungslos
Der Wortwitz ist ganz dünn und schal, Das Seichte ist bei ihnen ganz groß

Komm schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk  

Sind auf vielen Parties mit bunten Smarties, mit falschen Wimpern und Schmollmund 
Keine Kontakte, nur sinn-entschlackte Verbalakte, Wortschund.

Sie sind die Helden des faulen Geists, nichtssagend im geligen Glanz, 
Sind borniert, vorlaut und dreist, verharren im einbeinigen Tanz

Kommt schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk 

Haben keine Feinde, auch keine Freunde, reden daneben, nichts bleibt 
Hinterlaßen nur Fettflecken, können nicht mal anecken, bleiben im Ansatz stecken, nichts treibt 

Außer: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)…

Trash Talk

This is the first song I do with the French singer Davidé , it's about love and try to find the paradise , enjoy !

Paradise feat : Davidé

Out now, get it here: https://td.anto-music.com/trassel

Trassel

Buy/Stream

Cole The VII - Set Free

Together

Introduction in English:

Last year, my wife and me bought a cottage on the Baltic Sea. It was to be something like our retirement home for the next thirty years. 
Unfortunately, this vision has so far been thwarted by our increasingly resentful neighbours. Consideration is a foreign word for them. They let their children play loud basketball as long as they want; they grill foul-smelling meat as long as they want and they party as long as they want. 
If you ask them nicely to be quiet, you will be dismissed with slogans like "We don't give a shit", "Move away if you don't like it" or "We'll do what we like".
In my helplessness and speechlessness over this dissocial stubbornness, I came across an old Beatles song called "Not a Second Time". Of course, it was composed by John Lennon in 1963 in a completely different context.
But its lyrics fit just as well with my desperate and so far largely unheard plea for more neighbourly consideration. - In particular, the lines: "You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ sum up our current plight with these self-centred neighbours.
And as always with covers, my aim is not to get as close as possible to the original, but to transform it into a Karlit-O-Kay sound design.
The picture cover for the song is by German artist Markus Schuke.

Einleitung auf Deutsch:

Letztes Jahr kauften meine Frau und ich an der Ostsee ein Häuschen. Es sollte so etwas wie unser Alters- und Ruhesitz für die nächsten dreißig Jahre werden. 
Leider wurde diese Vision bisher von unseren zunehmend renitenten Nachbarn durchkreuzt. Rücksichtnahme ist für sie ein Fremdwort. Sie lassen ihre Kinder lautstark Basketball spielen, solange die wollen; sie grillen übelriechendes Fleisch, so lange sie wollen und sie machen Party, so lange sie wollen. 
Bittet man sie freundlich um Ruhe, wird man mit Sprüchen wie "Ist uns doch scheißegal", "Ziehen Sie doch weg, wenn es Ihnen nicht paßt" oder "Wir machen, was uns passt" abgefertigt.
In meiner Ohnmacht und Sprachlosigkeit ob dieser dissozialen Dickfelligkeit stieß ich auf einen alten Song der Beatles namens "Not a Second time". Der ist natürlich damals 1963 von John Lennon in einem ganz anderen Zusammenhang komponiert worden.
Seine Textzeilen passen aber ebenso gut zu meinem verzweifelten und bisher weitgehend unerhört gebliebenen Bitten um mehr nachbarschaftliche Rücksichtnahme. – Insbesondere die Zeilen „You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ bringen unsere derzeitige Not mit diesen egozentrischen Nachbarn auf den Punkt, 
Und wie stets bei Covern geht es mir nicht darum, dem Original möglichst nahe zu kommen, sondern dieses in ein Karlit-O-Kay- Sounddesign zu transformieren.
Das Bild-Cover zu dem Song stammt von dem deutschen Künstler Markus Schuke.

Not a Second Time

Not A Second Time (Lennon/Mccartney)

Hear Jenn live in the desert on the Yang stage @ LMG with beautiful melodic set!

IG: @jenngarcia____
SC :@djjenngarcia

Jenn Live! @ Lotus Moon Gatherings 6. 17. 2023

Jenn Garcia Live! @ LMG 6. 17. 2023

A track about growing up in Johannesburg, South Africa, with solid groove, percussion stabs, organ stabs and pitched vocals.

Growing Up In Africa

HOE FREESTYLE ? OR? AMNESIA   (PROD. GRIM JONES)

2TOUGH2TRUST2 <3 (PROD.GRIM JONES) (VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION)

7 TEARZ 7 DOVES 7 BLUNTS [PROD BY TRIAD$]

This is for everyone that has gone through love lost because the one you loved wasn't really who you thought.
Produced by: Lester, Nowhere
Mixed by: Cage The Great
Mastered by: Stu3y Da Mad Hattah

|Verse 1:|
I find in you what's not in me
On the passage to your sea
Inner woven in ya heart-
My counter part
Counting parts 
Both half's in Noah's ark
I had to run it up after I blew a bag -
on titanic tickets just to see bodies spill in the sea
Sworn to secrecy
Promise me 
That you and I make "we"
A dynasties
Harmonies destines
Attached like Felonies 
Over smooth melodies
In blue hues, her voice is heavenly 
Tethered to my waist 
In free fall, we flea all
And evolve to shift seesaws 
Hee-haa
Kicking stank ass
Attitudes brash
I swear I'll wont change
But that wouldn't last
Reflecting on the past-
When i drowned in a flask/daydreaming of the future/ bored after class 

|Hook:|
I find in you what's not in me
I question if it's meant to be,
Is this our destiny?
--            --
I find in you what's not in me
I question if it's meant to be,
It's not a fantasy?

|Verse 2:|
Could it be, could it be,
What my eyes see-
What's reality/hard wired for me,
Is that what I need?
Or what they deem?
Lost in infinite dreams 
Weighing down the beam
Throwing off the balance-
Eyeballing schemes 
engineered for we- 
Si-
So she reaches for me-
Baby knows that I know 
I'm down to plant a tree-
For my family/but no plans with me/ 
is what I believed 
She wanted to be free- 
Playin her harp
Manipulate the heart  
Betrayal from the start
Trashed for spare parts!

Ex Machina (Fantasy)- Lester, Nowhere & IreQ Savage

Might as Well

Griffin

Here are some bars before the bar, Happy New Years Eve!!!!!! 
Prod: Bc//u @nemesis-beats 
Mixed/Recorded : Jimmy @beatsbyjimmy

Hook::
Jägerbombs, Jägerbombs
Then some vodka
Drink it down with a frown
You know you gotta
-- 
Jägerbombs, Jägerbombs
Then some vodka
Mix it round with some brown
They should of stopped ya
---
Verse 1::
Drowning down from boozing
Pass the lobsters to the bottom/ time to get it poppin/
so I get to pourin/blood flowin/Snapping/In the wind
Broken pendulums/Droppin into engines/blockin power/
It's only been an hour
I'm Drowning/damaged turbines Can't convert/Over worked
Black out/over flowing/DAMN
Might find the grave thanks to a -
heavy hand
I'm the Numb arm/strapped underneath the belt
I drank to get away
Hiding how I felt
Dreaming I was sinking-
In need of help
-- 
Hook::
Jägerbombs, Jägerbombs
Then some vodka
Drink it down with some brown
They couldn't stop ya
-- 
Jägerbombs, Jägerbombs
Then some vodka
Drink it down with a frown
The bottles gotcha
-- 
Verse 2::
A fearless beast behind sour breath
Unfocused/sick as cirrhosis
Imploding/too many drunk emotions
Thought he was floatin/ Stomping toes/ off the dance floor
Yak got him open/ Thought no one would notice him
Drifting away on a Sunday
Speeding down the runway
He meet the wall on a one way
Hit his limit into the current-
He saw himself in a sea drowning in Vodka tonic
Before he knew it
He jumped overboard
Not thinking
Fallin
Splashin

Tipsy (prod. Bc//u)

Prod:  Bc//u @nemesis-beatsm
Mixed/Recorded : IreQ Savage (ME)
Mastered By: Djsemiauto @djsemiauto 
Cover Art By: Justin Maxam

Broken keys don’t turn locks
Blotched tit jobs fake friends
Play pretend can’t fake the flop
Falling too fast
Followers
Thought I would die
Talent not enough
Wolves catch ya eye
Pour the porridge through my pores
Ooze hubris, chill as coolant
I'm a coup to the radicals
Too extreme to breed
They cloning consciousnesses
You sure you know it all
You claim to speak supreme 
And know a higher truth
Fuck your prophet
You couldn’t see the future of what I prophesied 
That's the power in my eyes
Swear they seen it all
Swear they seen the scene solved
Saw it when we stalled
But don’t see how we ball
I smile at the double cross
Heat maker drop the load
On the creep for a streak
In the stash, know the code
I seen the mold so I see how it goes
When you know the game
You navigate the pot holes

I wonder why
When I look to the sky
I didn’t know why a tear fell from my eye

I wonder why
They never thought I’ll soar high
See it in ya eye 
Ya see now I’m Azor Ahai

I wonder why
When I look to the sky
I now know why a tear fell from my eye

I wonder why
They never thought I’ll soar high
See it in ya eye ya see now I’m Azor Ahai

I rose to the top
The cream of the  crop
Plunged my sword in her
I won’t stop
I brought the light to the top
Gliding on a breeze
They thought I’ll never fly
Flames falling from the sky
I’m The Promised One soaring by

Azor Ahai (prod. Bc//u)

She Loves Me

Party Addiction

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Golden Bsp- Party Addiction (Prod. Make a Hit)

Kizuato X rxmbrvndt /// bullets (prod by. spyder)

i made this cool beat. the vocals come from https://soundcloud.com/keifergr33n check him out

https://open.spotify.com/track/6RKPivSw59Zqv8HuVTGhh1?si=EtpsMFT3R0ql55OzqnL17A

Underground

Happy fucking Halloween ft rxmbrvndt (prod by. cliiifford x MAXOKOOLIN) #MaxoCliffContest

Idk Where 2 Go

Swimming Pools

Prod. IreQ Savage

Lyrics:
Yeah 
Yeah
Yeah 
Yo
Yo
Vocal 
Vocal 
VOCALDINOSAUR 

I’ve been tripping like I been time traveling
Been feasting on some savages
Been searchin and scavenging 
Hungry for destruction 
Trying to fuck the world till nothin’
Viral stimulation 
Evisceration make a new patient  
Patient so I’m pacing 
Man, woman, or some Pagans
Makes no difference 
Reborn a carnivore
Removing eye sores, snatching herbivore
Dent the population
Invasive species
Freeloading eatin whores, sick like a virus
Invading like a pirate 
Piracy 
Watch the main event
 In the event you over charge
They think I’m paying until  I’m bittin legs 
like a turkey 
Clamping down, rippin jerky
Destroy these goats curry
Black hole
Engulf them all in hurry

It takes concentration, It takes concentration 
When you this old and seen it all
Along time ago
Like they naked in the garden
After eating Ancient bloodline
Know my pedigree 
Yuh

Ancient blood line to the past know my standing 
You mortals know nothing I’m a god
Know my standing overall all
One with time before you recall
I’m a God
The VOCALDINOSAUR-I seen it all
(What)
I seen it all 
(What)
I seen it all 
(What)
The VOCALDINOSAUR, I seen it all 
(Tell me)
I seen it all 
(Tell me)
I seen it all
(What chu seen)
The VOCALDINOSAUR, seen it all 
(ALL)

AMV HERE<<--

SCP - 682!!!

𝙄𝙧𝙚𝙌 𝙎𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙚 ( i•wreck /ˈsavij/) 
IMAGINE ME TALKING TRASH 4 OUT NOW
·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙂𝙔,
TRAP CRYOMANCER, 
Irregular,
AWAKENED BEING,
Lofi Slayer Candidate,
🦖𝙑𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙇𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙎𝘼𝙐𝙍✨
¸♫·¯·♪¸¸♩·¯·♬¸¸

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