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outsiderX
https://instagram.com/iamoutsiderx?ig...​
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6aAXv...​

PROMPTO
https://open.spotify.com/artist/55l8X...​
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/pro...​
https://soundcloud.com/promptomusic​
https://www.instagram.com/promptomusic​

OutsiderX - Don’t Wake Me Up (ft. PROMPTO)

Lyrics:
go hard all you rappers need a face lift
put in work while I'm clockin on the late shift
my demons said I ain't ever gonna make it
I'll just hack it cause I'm livin in the matrix

gettin money but it dont change what I feel inside
gettin honeys call me daddy and they wanna ride
rollin gas but every feeling that I've had has died
gettin rich I'm makin bank I never even tried

flow cold I'm just spittin all these mad bars
no slow when I pull out in a fast car
jungle roll you would think its Madagascar, way that I be physically fit I'm runnin past yall

in bed, cause I'm lost in my head
been dead, yeah you heard what I said
mislead, gettin money instead, so I'm conflicted ion even needa work for my bread

ion even gotta beg, ion even gotta pull
ion even gotta try, i just gotta make it rule
cause you know that I'm the king, ima take all yall to school
I be reppin for the boys, like you know I always do

got it all yeah but still something missin
got the house but it still got me wishin
got nuff food for the fam in the kitchen
got that purp but it ain't even hittin

They Know

they know

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когда я умру—Кис-Кис

беременна в 16

стокгольмский синдром

[Lyrics]

Penthouse dawn on a breadline night,
you toast our bones with asset light.
Call it “efficient,” call it “fair”—
you sell us air, then meter air.
We weren’t born as species two,
your loophole god just severed “you.”

Premise A: you can exit; we cannot.
Premise B: you shift costs; we get caught.
Therefore: your “merit” floats on debt—
our blood is your asset.”


Leech man, leech man—silk tongue, vacuum hands;
you don’t pay, you prey, then trademark our demands.
Equalize the pain, universalize the good—
streets aren’t pipelines for your private neighborhood.
If kindness is a cost to you,
then something human died in you.



You privatize the harvest, socialize the ash,
call theft “alpha,” call courage “trash.”
Governance, captured; ethics, for rent—
your saints wear spreadsheets, heaven is percent.
You bless extraction, tithe to greed,
and wash your hands in public need.

Premise C: harm deferred is harm accrued.
Premise D: your gain externalizes blood.
Therefore: our cities fund your throne,
and every wound compounds your own.


Leech man, leech man—silk tongue, vacuum hands;
you don’t pay, you prey, then headline our demands.
Equalize the pain, universalize the good—
commons for the many, not your gated neighborhood.
If duty makes no sense to you,
then something human died in you.



Anesthesia from excessive light,
your nerves forgot another’s night.
A simple test you always breach:
feel a stranger’s hurt or be a leech.
If kindness counts as overhead,
you’re wealth alive and conscience dead.

We were not split by nature’s plan—
there’s human, and the leech within a man.
Starve that parasite, feed the brave;
let mercy charge what numbers save.



Let G = common good, minimize ∇pain.
Tax rents, not bread; close offshore drain.
If K = kindness, then wealth / K → void;
for rich x with K = 0, x is paranoid.
Q.E.D.: no private Eden on a public grave—
your heaven sinks unless we save.


Leech man, leech man—step from the trough or drown;
we’ll salt your rails and shut you down.
Equalize the pain, universalize the good—
dignity is not a line-item of your mood.
If kindness is a cost to you,
revive it now—or be what leeches do.


We weren’t meant to cleave in two;
choose the human—
we’ll choose you.

LEECH MAN

@lovejsan - I GOT YOU FLOWERS! (Prod. Banrisk)

Lyrics:
heard you around, i wont call back
im my own self, not your fall back
i been living fine but yourself i know you got some problems all that

better tell me now what you wanna do
ima listen now then ill run it through
let it all come out while im in the booth
choking it all down what i mean to you

hitting my line like i been lost
where you been living with the cost
staying up late when panic calls
heard you been fine man not at all

now you know me with the fame, and the name, in the place, where im hiding an ace, cuz your fate, is the same, when im dead in the grave, youre displaced, a discrace, while im lost in the haze

marceline whyd you have to go and get me all fucked up
know youre seeing what im posting im just tryna push my luck
got me drowning in gin got a bottle drink it up
cuz you sick in the brain watch me dying from your lust
Marceline, you vampire queen
Drink my blood take my red sheen
Watch it drip from your sharp teeth
Take my life have all of me

you said toughen up why dont you be a man
got bruised on my body so i took a stand
been fighting these demons before it began
it piled up so high i could see all the lands

you know me im not one who lives up in their body
im always floating round i loiter in the lobby
of all the thoughts i run from cuz im getting sloppy
my mind is out of order and im really sorry

marceline pt 2

Produced By Michael Bao & Nash
instagram.com/michaelbao_
instagram.com/nathan_lamarche

Contact Vino Tarantino:
instagram.com/vino.tarantino
Contact Ryster:
instagram.com/ryster

Cover Art Direction By:
instagram.com/designbyfriday

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