I rmb seeing some edit of this song last year sht still fai

bro that so that i'v never heard this music before god damn i hope you found lvoe soon <3

god damn all of this shit becaus yu didn'"t listen to me .... but i know 2019 will be the years for uss to be happy with our girls

It begins with the adventure, with love, and with the quiet bond between Jennie and the poet in Tenerife. Days move slowly, the sun painting the mountains, and together they walk, laugh, and sit in silence by the window. Their bond is soft and unspoken—Jennie watching as he drapes celestial white silk across his face, resting in meditation, listening not just to the waves of the island but to the weight of what’s still to come. She sees the way he writes, the way he records, hour after hour, poem after poem, as if something greater is moving through him.

And then, the whispers shift. The presence of his older brother grows louder in the Spanish nights. In the middle of poems, Othello’s voice pierces the veil, guiding, reminding, haunting. A message begins to form: not a farewell to Drizzy, but a quiet summoning, a call toward 2028. The recordings are not random; they are bridges, verses carrying a signal across time. Jennie can feel it too—that he is not just creating art, he is answering something only he can hear.

Drizzy’s reflection appears inside the poet’s mirror, the number 11 glowing back at him, the rhythm of destiny folding into sound. The whisper says 2027 is an ending, but Othello has given 1046 three years—a covenant sealed long before, an oath made when the ink of OA touched his name. The second verse feels like the ghost of Othello himself is writing, speaking through the poet, weaving the words into Drizzy’s orbit.

Spain is more than a place—it’s a vessel for the message. In this Airbnb, hidden from the public, 1046 becomes only what he was always meant to be: a poet. Every night beneath the moon, the wind instructs him to record, to let his brother’s hand guide him through the silence. Jennie listens, patient, watching the fragments turn into constellations, watching the poet dissolve into the astral conversations only he can translate.

This is the Poet in Tenerife. This is the whisper of Othello, the reflection of Drizzy, the love of Jennie, and the solitude of 1046—bound together under the stars, recording until the prophecy aligns.

#1046 #ThePoet #Tenerife #Jennie #AstralConversations #SpainSessions

BEYOND (PROD. ALVX)

DL: https://sharkx.bandcamp.com/track/step-over-here-ft-syringe-hy-prod-shark
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIO1D9EPBQo

Prod @sharkclvn
Vocals:
@sirsyringe
@yung-hy

@WeirdClvn

Step Over Here Ft. Syringe, $hy Prod. Shark

KAMIYADA X JOHNNY GEE - THANK YOU (Prod. OOGIEMANE)

Weird Kid

Mind of the Abyss

Final Form (Prod. Yung Castor)

you’re a lick+

ZOTiYAC - LICC HOE$ (SURREAL623 FLIP)

mad dog *! (prod. purpdogg)

Had a dream i was just standing in the kitty pool,
Pissin countin money, drinking till my liver pulled
But im heavy smoking cigarettes, daily basis
Nothing face me, im too militant to let it taze me
Prescription yeah i call it crack cause its all in the seat
Neat- like it need a treat
It's anything but simple sweet
I don't talk it, I just ramble
Swear this life a game of gamble
Struggle with some dumb idea
Make art, thats just one idea
Random onomatopoeia,
I dont drink coffee
I need uppers
I need something
Need insurance no deterrents
I aint hurt but need a surgeon
Gonna get these fuckers workin
Till they back is hurt from lurkin
Thats a cost of being urgent
Now you get it,
But you ain't with it,
All that drama I dont read it, go n perch it
Disturbing all the shit thats going on, it aint worth it
I aint on the TL for a laugh, thats for serpants
Swallow all ya meds, you just bugging in the current
Gon n get loose, find tobacco nigga burn it
Counting all these plays, getting stats-cause i earn it
I dont do tutorials but sure get editorials-for certain
Make A Dent, but not a hole

08 Make A Dent, Not A Hole Prod Landfill

First Release in 2019 from Sybyr
"No Attention" features Eric North (@ericnorth)
Executive Producer: Landfill (@lordlandfill)
:
No Attention,
(ya feel me!?)
No Attention,
Straight to detention,

Yeah they talking pressure
But they luuk like they wear Skechers
Shit you just cant measure
I highkey put shit together
Im still banging beats no effort
Dressing like a wine mom
I was sober like whatever
The marketing was clever
'Time to get to bouncing
Rollin snowballs off the mountain
I was giving no attention
To the drama yall can drown in
Shit is like a fountain
LEDs, changing colors
Funny how Yall buying fits
With the money from ya "brothers"
I heard niggas off the H
Now he tweakin n don't know better
Are you serious?
Yu think that I'm delirious?
All these stories, it dont add up
Highly curious
On 2nd thought 'we dont talk no more
You not onto shit
Clearly on some other shit
Yeah I get the opps but
You actin like a bot
Someone need to go upside ya head
n Make you Diddy Bop
You just got expunged
Fuck you doing with them rocks?

Playing with my time accelerate in fucking black flame
I dont have the patience tu be fucking with the twitter games
Yuu not holding me back,-fast forwarding without you lames
I already see the envy,
I already see the change
All these little checks,
They aint gonna cut it
We either talking how we comin up
If not then shut it
Super Tired of the runaround
Cause I dont live in loops
Still they call me underground
N I hate it like a knot
Cut it loose

Yeah they talking pressure
But they luuk like they wear Skechers
Shit you just cant measure
I highkey put shit together
Im still banging beats no effort
Dressing like a wine mom
I was sober like whatever
The marketing was clever
'Time to get to bouncing
Rollin snowballs off the mountain
I was giving no attention
To the drama yall can drown in
Shit is like a fountain
LEDs, changing colors
Funny how Yall buying fits
With the money from ya "brothers"

No Attention (feat. Eric North) (Prod. Landfill)

ꁲꅏꄞꐇ꒒ (ꉣ.ꍩꂦꂦꂠꌅꂑꇒꍩ)

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BOONDOCK CITY RECORDS | MIDNIGHT SOCIETY

Final Form (Prod. Yung Castor)

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