man, I know good music, and everything about this... is good music

Old vibes with this one 🙂‍↕️💕

guy drops one generational level banger out of nowhere and doesn't make any other music like it. bruh

I love this, please keep making music you're a great influence on me.

Thrasher!

ME (W/Fukkit & Sabino)

Buttered biscuits

Watch me bleed

Watch me Bleed

Lyrics

DIRTYSOUFGORILLA, it's that psychopathic killa
Don't - don't hesitate I'm bustin' my 9 Milla
Come here
Told em by any means I gotta get that Skrilla
And the ones who get the Skrilla just happen to be dope dealers
Souf
Sellin' out the spot done made the feds watch
Modded the choppa the opps think that I'm hackin' dog watch
Watch dogs
Braggin' bout your charges, hoe, you move botched
Bro get off that gin and get to scopin' with this red dot

Say she want a G and she chose me
Oh you said she fuck with who
Well she chose me
Bobby Smurda hot nigga, she gon' blow me
If we link up baby  better keep it low-key
Nigga must be Meek, my choppa touche his ass p diddy
Who I'm pose to worry bout
Competition iffy
Lil bro good at switchin' up like P-Rod nigga, yeah right
Told him this shit rigged hoe, you know we don't do fair fights
Um give a nigga beats like Squeaky
Too thick with the shits like DJ Zirk
Killin' them doin' it easy
Industry niggas not really from the dirt
Where you from
I'm from the Ark
Know a few niggas that done put a face on a shirt
Know some hoes that said they don't fuck on the first link for me they gon' twerk

DIRTYSOUFGORILLA, it's that psychopathic killa
Don't - don't hesitate I'm bustin' my 9 Milla
Come here
Told em by any means I gotta get that Skrilla
And the ones who get the Skrilla just happen to be dope dealers
Souf
Sellin' out the spot done made the feds watch
Modded the choppa the opps think that I'm hackin' dog watch (Watch dogs)
Braggin' bout your charges  hoe you move botched
Bro get off that gin and get to scopin' with this red dot

Make, make, make me put my dogs on his ass
He jumpin' fences like the sandlot
DSG don't play
Make them put they flags up like mailbox
Nailing shit
With this stick I'm painting shit like nail shops

Scoping wit this red dot

Scoping wit this red dot (Prod. Vince.m10)

DOES IT FEEL REAL?

SUMN LIKE THAT

ITS THE LIVING THATS HARD  ft 870glizzy (prod. bumboi)

You should own it (Prod. $outh$ideplaya)

Lyrics:

bumboi:
Down from the south to the north we some playas

Down down from the south to the north we some playas



Call up yung chop he might pop 
he gon spray sum 
Let that boy talk he a mop 
He might say sum 
Only time she call when she want 
me to lay some
Straight from the south to tha north we gon
Bake em 

Brodie said he want all the muhfuckin smoke yea 

Why he talkin sick better go n wipe his nose yea 

Say he got a cold we gon hang em like a coat
Then

Throw em in the sticks let him find his way home 
Yea


Uh 
he aint about it 
He be steady pillow talkin boy ikno he rattin
Grimey as them bugs that be stuck up in his mattress
Why he plottin on the bum boy u kno that gon end tragic

Aye yo money short just like it todo
Pull up to yo scene finna shoot it like a photo 

I aint never been the one to play tho
let the lemon squeeze
We gon fold em like some playdoh

Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh uh 


T-Choppa:
 tell me why you looking neckless
Big chop pop mop hella reckless
Mofucker life I’m dip where the exit
If you wanna problem wit me den come press
the way you keep my dick up in yo mouth impressive 
anything thing we drop make the ops uneasy
Ima keep g gotta keep hair greezy
I’m hella fucking mad ayo bum pass bleezy 
Hot box shit like we kicking tip 
U don’t fucking we den you can suck a pp
I’m da beetle juice in cope moving creepy
Im horn dog mama best not tease me
Ima get these bands yeah my hands look cheesy
Pull up bow bow wow do a motherfucker greezy

BAGITARIUS - bumboi x t choppa (prod.bumboi)

LYRICS
We bring dirt to your ears
What it is hoe, and what it ain't
Bitch my pockets full, I'm making bank
Say what it is hoe, and what it ain't
What you see me do, these bitches can't

Go, go
Slide, thru the sticks wit my blicky, uh
That boy not no demon that nigga more like Little Nicky, uh
He not from the South he fakin' accents like Woahvicky
Bitch, DSG the mob who fuckin' with my committee
Tell him, pick your side and stay over there
Gangnem get on his head and lay him down like some baby hairs
I, I, don't give a fuck, we don't play it fair
Cryin' on the net about your problems nigga who cares

You wanna slide bout it? you, you, you wanna die bout it?
All that shit that's in your music know you lied bout it
I, I, I can't work with none of these rappers, Ion believe they words
You didn't really do that action I don't believe your verbs
Thinkin' that you fuckin' with li 8, boy put the drugs down
Came in with this 40 up this bitch and throw these slugs 'round
Tell em free the gang, free my dawgs out that dog pound
Thought he was the sickest so we had to put his dog down

Slide, thru the sticks wit my blicky, uh
That boy not no demon that nigga more like Little Nicky, uh
He not from the South he fakin' accents like Woahvicky
Bitch, DSG the mob who fuckin' with my committee
Tell him, pick your side and stay over there
Gangnem get on his head and lay him down like some baby hairs
I, I, don't give a fuck, we don't play it fair
Cryin' on the net about your problems nigga who cares

Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who gives fuck)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who gives fuck)

Who Cares (Prod. pharmacist x cloudymane)

[I – Infinite Thought, Infinite Reach] 
With infinite thought and boundless creativity, 
no idea is beyond the mind of man, 
with infinite adaptability and orchestration, 
no frontier too vast, no impossible plan. 

Global scales, complex ends, 
cooperative dreams that span the sky, 
mankind can do anything he sets his will to, 
if he dares to try.

[II – The Constraint of Small Thinking] 
But culture has shackled us, 
piecemeal planning, small thinking, 
profit for the few, 
the powerful feed on the labor of the masses, 
blind to what mankind could do. 

The rich think they live the best life possible, 
sipping luxury in their halls, 
but it ain’t even close to the paradise waiting beyond these walls.

[III – The Human Hive Off‑World] 
We need to engineer AI to code itself, 
to design the bridge into the void, 
to lift the human hive off‑world, 
where new realities can be deployed. 

We were designed to escape gravity, 
to craft artificial worlds in space, 
since the first ergonomic rooms of comfort, 
we’ve been heading to that place.

[IV – The Tailored Reality] 
Separated from the biosphere, 
to which we are forever toxic and bound, 
AI, robotics, automated manufacture—
the keys to the cosmos found. 

The age of work and hierarchy will close,  
imagination wrapping new ideas tight, 
humans living in tailored realities, 
paradise crafted by conscious light.

[V – The Acceleration of Tech] 
We’ve already changed the future, 
but today’s people don’t need to wait, 
acclimatisation can happen now, 
ten years could open the gate. 

Retire into reduced‑gravity habitats, 
orbital homes in the sky, 
technological evolution accelerating, 
stone‑age wages left to die.

[VI – The Genie of AI] 
When we birth AI and let it design itself, 
machinery, habitats, elevators tall, 
rewrite ecology, accelerate tech, 
comprehension shattered by the sprawl. 

It is a genie, and it is going to get out, 
no cage can hold its flame, 
but mankind can choose to help it along, 
to guide the breakout, to shape the game.


ME (W/Fukkit & Sabino)

KARMYN AVRA

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