This is the instrumental of So Far Away by Agust D feat. Suran.

Agust D - So Far Away feat. Suran (Instrumental)

bts - intro: ringwanderung (slowed + reverb)

BTS - Silver Spoon

Still life(with Anderson.Paak) (RM indigo)

(Buckubucku) (Feat. EE, RM of BTS, Dino-J)

j-hope - i don't know (with HUH YUNJIN of LE SSERAFIM)

j-hope - NEURON (with Gaeko & YOON MIRAE)

Check Out The Music Video...
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Benny The Butcher - Legend (2025 Remix)

Lyrical hammer

Yeah, yeah…
Welcome to H-Town’s inferno.
They want bars? I bring brimstone.
Let’s GO!
Yeah!
I’m spittin’ venomous sentences, menaces tremblin’,
Rhythm and adrenaline blendin’ in every penmanship.
I’m the GOAT with a notepad, motor like a V8,
Houston fire storm — I roar when the beat shake.
They call me wigger, configure my sound, it’s bigger,
I pull the trigger with lyrics that flicker quicker than liquor.
I’m sicker than cynics thinkin’ I mimic their scriptures,
But I’m scripture rewritten — my rhythm deliver pictures.
Microphone preacher, baptize the block in flame,
Bar so hot it sterilize your stage name.
I’m a hurricane brain with that Texas slang,
Red dirt in my veins, Red dirt in my chains, (repeat)
Fire in my lungs, pressure in my pen,
H-Town thunder when the storm begin.
You can mock my skin, try to box me in,
But I spit that venom till the walls cave in.
Fire in my lungs, pressure in my pen,
H-Town thunder when the storm begin.
Try to cross my name, but I cleanse my sin,
From the southside roots to the crown I win.

I’m the bigger boss, you scorn your loss,
Toss words from the cross, get torn and flossed.
Talk cheap when the mic heat meet frost,
But I spit truth raw — no sauce, no gloss.
Engine hummin’ like a sermon in motion,
Each rhyme devotion, each flow explosion.
Took pain, took hate, turned both to potion,
Now I rise in the smoke, that’s holy emotion.
Never been a clone of the mainstream scene,
I’m the ghost in the system, the code between.
Eminem drive with a southern lean,
Mean with the schemes like a dream machine.

Fire in my lungs, pressure in my pen,
H-Town thunder when the storm begin.
You can mock my skin, try to box me in,
But I spit that venom till the walls cave in.
Fire in my lungs, pressure in my pen,
H-Town thunder when the storm begin.
Try to cross my name, but I cleanse my sin,
From the southside roots to the crown I win.

They can call me what they want — I still talk divine,
Still write rhymes that bend spines in time.
From the Screw tapes deep to the 8-mile grind,
I fuse both worlds in one bloodline.


I’m… the fiiire… of the souuuth…
Veenom spreaad… from the moouuth…
H-Towwn… stiill hooooldin’…
Baaars tooo cold… tooo boooldin’…

j-hope - NEURON (with Gaeko & YOON MIRAE)

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