this is a hit bro trust me it hits hard man

SKELETONS IN MY TRAP (Prod. ARTEMIS LAFLARE) (Slowed + Reverb)

DEVTH-NXT3

404 Pourin

[404 Pourin]

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BITCH I DONT FK WITH YOU (ALL PLATFORMS)

When The Last Flower Falls (prod. BOJACK BLACK)

2am in my heads spinning ft. Malcolm Schomas (prod. Crescnta)

COOKIN IN HELL

Lyrics 
D1S1
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Rollin up smokin up, 
Ona Beatiful day,
Come on up, test yo luck, 
If u up in my way, 
Getting high, to the sky, 
reinventing  mah lane making bump, 
till I die, with no fucks if I gain
Riches or trick bitches, 
6 feet under has my name, 
don’t give fuck about nobody, 
Soon Im in my grave. 
Companioned by some critters, 
eating, as I rot away. 
Has me changing colors for this world, 
So fucking grey. 
Crashing through the celling, 
Mane  so caught up feels the same
Feeling stressful, still I’ll make it, 
with ah burning flame, 
fierce I am with passion, 
got abundance mah brain, 
Cannot stop till I’m bawlin 
Gotta make it rain

TokaChri$
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Tokin chokin on that potent 
Smoking up a fat pound 
Toka with tha sinna 
we gon take you out 
To the darkness 
Harness 
My evil magic 
Sailing like a scallywag 
Rolling devils lettuce 
Up in a Bible wrap 

Smackin drums and rhyme 
Dialed like a time clock 
As bass just as boomin 
Like the nukes I’m letting off 
Meeting Jesus is the fate
But I’m on the look for satan 
To brag to bro 
About how I seen heavens gate

Testin Luck |Feat|Toka Chri$|:Prod.ZzXIETYzZ:

“Body Count” is a venom-laced rap exorcism forged from horrorcore imagery, lyric density, and apocalyptic symbolism. This track blends vampiric mythology, cybernetic metaphors, and psychological warfare into a single assault of language. Every bar cuts like a ritual blade, every verse reads like scripture burned into concrete.

From Dracula’s skin and the Lazarus Pen to lexiconic Megatron and cybernetic wordplay, this song operates as both attack and autobiography. It is spiritual warfare disguised as battle rap, philosophy hidden inside violence poetry, and rage sharpened into rhythm. The writing moves between monstrous bravado and existential collapse, merging occult aesthetics with trauma coding and sci-fi chaos.

If you’re drawn to dark lyricism, myth-infused rap, or cerebral brutality layered with emotional decay, “Body Count” is built for your bloodstream. This is not background noise. This is confrontation music. A sermon carved into distortion. A survival hymn written in acid rain.

Body Count

Non Profes

Rich and Famous

505 Albuquerque, NM

JVY.RXW@Outlook.com

This is for everyone who has been abandoned, kicked out or hit rock bottom in there lives, I’ve been in your position with drug addiction, and have dealt with nothing but loss and the empty cards dealt YOUR NOT ALONE im the voice for the unspoken let’s join together and help turn all the negatives in our life into a positive movement in music 🎶

DEVTH-NXT3

JVY-RXW

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