Name: 1 HORA DE GRIME PRA SAIR NO SOCO COM QUALQUER UM QUE APARECER by [kashin]
Duration: 56 min 29 s
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É só o nome pessoal, não saiam pegando qualquer um de porrada na rua não, pelo amor de Deus.

1 HORA DE GRIME PRA SAIR NO SOCO COM QUALQUER UM QUE APARECER

Mix: Chediak
Master: Chediak
Cover: Kawaii Oliveira & FreGT

Cachorrada Das Braba

UM DIA ARRUMO UMA MIX MELHOR, ATÉ LÁ FICA COM ESSA AI.

Instrumental: ANTCONSTANTINO - DOECHII RIDDIM
MCS: Marlon PH, MC Buret, Shoy, DJ Rogerinho do Querô & Maui.

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Marlon PH, MC Buret, Shoy, DJ Rogerinho do Querô & Maui - DOECHII RIDDIM MEDLEY (DUBPLATE)

QUER UMA DUBPLATE DA AKASCAGROSSA? FALA COMIGO.
MIX/MASTER POR ZOE BEATS
Instrumental: Chief Keef - Faneto
MC: AKASCAGROSSA

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AKASCAGROSSA - 45 KG DE MACONHA (DUBPLATE ANTCONSTANTINO E ZOE BEATS)

ANTCONSTANTINO Invites Chediak - 17 July 2025

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HOLLISTER

[Intro]
Reese growl, steel howl, drop-tuned thunder,
Dark room, low boom, tear the veil asunder.
Glitch spark, kick mark, neon faith unmasked—
Bass like a black river, push the idol to the past.

[Verse 1]
Grave-grid cadence, razor cadence—hat ticks, vein-flicks,
Flag-slick sales pitch—fear-credit, pain-fix.
Rust-bent catechisms—cash-crowned catechresis,
Mammon in the marrow, hawking holiness in pieces.
I don’t pledge a throne of stone to clone our souls in code,
I pledge the loaves and phones that keep the open table owed.
Halftime hammer, trap stagger, boom-bap backbone,
Neuro-sinew, dubstep sine wave carving through the backbone.
Culture cops in collars, call it order—cage the choir;
We torch the script with living water, douse their paper fire.
Multi-rhyme mortar, mortarboards of militant pride—
We drop the drawbridge down for strangers standing outside.
If empire’s algorithm aims to amputate our care,
We jailbreak heaven’s firmware—mercy patches everywhere.

[Pre-Chorus]
Low light, long night—still the heart drums honest,
Bassline covenant—break the counterfeit promise.

[Chorus]
No crown on cash, no chains on breath,
Deep bass bless, we drown out death.
No flag on faith, no throne on trust,
Drop-tuned love shakes gates to dust.
All rise, all free—one beat, one choir,
Neuro-kick, dub-writ, set hearts on fire.
No crown on cash, no chains on breath—
Bass says “live,” we answer “yes.”

[Verse 2]
Riff-chug, grit-lug, iron-lung snare crack,
Cadence cuts through static like a cobalt track.
Brokered halos auctioned off in weekday liturgies,
We counter with a pantry law: bread-based liturgies.
Pocket-polyrhythms: I weave a civic psalm in six,
Then slip to four-on-the-floor—truth lands, sticks.
Binary priests preach “buy or die,” try to brand the dawn,
But sunrise is an open-source—every soul logs on.
These jackboot metaphysics—ego metrics, profit ticks—
We pivot to a kingdom math: healers paid, the hungry picked.
Nu-metal grit in the grit of my teeth,
While the Reese sub wreathes through the grief underneath.
Not a saber but a scalpel in the rhyme scheme’s hand,
Cut the tumor from the budget, let the people stand.

[Breakdown — Halftime]
(Grind)—low, low, low—
(Climb)—soul, soul, soul.
Chug the floor tom, stomp the marrow,
Hands like lanterns, light the narrow.

[Bridge]
If power sells a paradise that only hoards can enter,
We shift the temple’s center—neighbor, table, mentor.
If tyrants ghost the ballot, we will body out the vote,
If law forgets the widow, we will write her name in notes.
Silence in the snare gap—hear the Spirit breathe,
Liberty is born where we unlearn to leave.

[Chorus]
No crown on cash, no chains on breath,
Deep bass bless, we drown out death.
No flag on faith, no throne on trust,
Drop-tuned love shakes gates to dust.
All rise, all free—one beat, one choir,
Neuro-kick, dub-writ, set hearts on fire.
No crown on cash, no chains on breath—
Bass says “live,” we answer “yes.”

[Outro]
Syncopated halo, grayscale rain—
808 benediction on the windowpane.
When the subline speaks, all idols fall—
We tune the room to freedom, welcome all.

LOW LIGHT LONG NIGHT

Ich Vermisse Dich

Bobobó d’Cria é um EP composto por 4 faixas nas quais o produtor Taleko mescla características do UK Drill (ritmo oriundo do Reino Unido) com as características, vivências e experiências do Funk através de acapelas brasileiras.
@talekodosbeat
Artwork: @meiofeel
Fotografia: @wanscheeffer

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1 HORA DE GRIME PRA SAIR NO SOCO COM QUALQUER UM QUE APARECER

[kashin]

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