Name: 6 ASKO - LASERPIENTE by LASERPIENTE
Duration: 2 min 50 s
Description: EP en dedicación a todas las madrugadas. Grabado y producido por mí, por eso quedó tan sórdido, como yo :)

noche nose cuanto
bit x smnk y choike 
prod pitioska

NOCHE #??? (BEAT SMNK & CHOIKE)

A journal floats through golden sky, pages glowing with breath left behind. Handwritten lines shimmer—unreadable yet holy, like unsung lyrics waiting for voice. Behind it: constellations drift, clouds stretch wide, music glyphs hum like prayers suspended in light. A single rose rests near the top—faded, fragrant, held by memory. Below, warm wood suggests a stage, a porch, a home. Not cover art—a portal. Not design—a return. Traveling Light: 1998 Soul Scrolls radiates groove-shaped gospel, funk-laced memory, and the heartbeat of a soul mid-awakening. Then meets now. Ink meets rhythm. All breath becomes song.

Crown of Ash and Ink

HARDY BROS

God, if you hear me — why the fuck I’m still cursed?
Why angels die young, and demons get reimbursed?

(Verse 1)
Fuck the system, I was born in a cell,
Mama cried blood, while they laughed in Hell.
Priest touched kids, but I’m the one they blame,
Sayin’ I’m evil ’cause I rap with flame.

White man rich off the hood I bled,
Still throwin’ cuffs while we bury our dead.
I don’t need peace — I need revenge,
Gimme that Glock with the fucked-up lens.

They want me silent, knees on neck,
But I speak truth, so I’m next on deck.
God don’t reply, so I sin with pride,
Tattooed pain where my soul once died.

Fake thugs talk but never ride,
I lost real ones while their mamas cried.
Now I write bars like I write obits,
Each line a bullet — I don’t miss, bitch.

(Verse 2)
Used to ride with ‘em, now they ghost in the wind,
Same ones who’d die for me turned fake kin.
Money changed hearts, now they dress like saints,
But snitch on the low, hide behind restraints.

My circle got smaller, my pain got loud,
Now I talk to the dead when I move through crowds.
These bitches want love, but I trust no soul,
Rather sleep with my Glock than a heart gone cold.

They label me thug, but I live this code,
Buried my brother in a suit I stole.
Ain’t no peace talks, just triggers and fate,
You either shoot first or meet Hell’s gate.

No medals for us, just scars and dirt,
Pray with a blade tucked under my shirt.
So fuck your awards, your charts, your fame —
I spit for the kids in the streets with pain.

(Chorus 4 Bar – Repeat, Delivered Heavier)
Can’t kill truth, bitch I bleed with proof,
Screamin’ “fuck peace” while I load this truth.
My name ain’t rap — I’m war in the booth,
You hear me spit? That’s the sound of youth.

(Verse 3)
Industry fake, they pimp our pain,
Sell our trauma like it’s Gucci chain.
They want me clean, but I came from grime,
I spit for the broke, not your Spotify shine.

Labels want slaves, not soldiers with rage,
So I tore the contract and lit that page.
I ain’t your puppet, I’m fire uncaged,
Runnin’ through hell with a verse engraved.

Media twistin’ my words like snakes,
Actin’ woke while they boostin’ fakes.
I ain’t no mascot for peace or pride,
I’m the fuckin’ storm that the calm can’t hide.

Say I’m too raw, too street, too black,
But this is what happens when you push us back.
So if I die, don’t pray, don’t cry —
Just scream my bars to the blood-red sky.

(Verse 4)
Blood on my boots, truth in my spit,
Raised on pain — never learned to quit.
Bury me broke, but my name still gold,
‘Cause I spoke shit these cowards won’t hold.

Fuck your trends, I’m a legacy breed,
I feed on wounds, where your idols bleed.
Rap ain’t style, it’s survival mode,
I carved my pain on this microphone.

Haters talk tough but fold in dark,
I built my name where the devil parks.
Each verse a tombstone, each bar a blade,
I cut deep truth — let the lies degrade.

Ain’t no heaven for the ones like me,
Too loud for angels, too real to flee.
So when I go, let the streets decide —
Did I die a man, or just multiply?

They killed the flesh, but my voice won’t fade,
Carved in pain — every lyric I laid.

Thug Testament

Alguien&Bandal- Embarazo Psicològico

EP en dedicación a todas las madrugadas. Grabado y producido por mí, por eso quedó tan sórdido, como yo :)

6 ASKO - LASERPIENTE

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Prod: El Àrbol
me ahogó varias veces en mis áridas lágrimas ,
aveces solo boto suspiros instantáneos,
revuelta en sal salieron polillas sombrías,
ojos curiosos buscan rincones ocultos.
Mis retinas son como arañas colgando ante mis hombros,
caigo en el sueño pierdo la sensibilidad un poco,
floto en el tiempo y es tangible pero no poseo tacto, sumergida en los mares que abriste parpadeando.
Manos me susurran gestos,
propuestas de vientos traviesos,
sueñas mucho con estar despierto en tus sueños te enseño dormida a encerrarte en ellos,
nubes me recitan versos,
contra la corriente confieso,
alucinaciones comprendo en mi prado perdida entre árboles e insectos.
Verás oscuridad como luces en el cielo,
tanta claridad como dudas en tu pelo.
Imaginación me haces ver mejor...manos dejaron de destruir y comenzaron a crear al son.
Sonido de arpas ¿cómo haces que las aves te sigan danzas macabras?
dentro traigo atorado un canto del alba,
el ocaso teme mi luz cargada en el habla,
poseída por soles, guiada por gorriones...
somos ilusión del alma,
una paranoia del karma.
Encerrada con escapatoria,
algo raro les pasa a mis pies que se quedan.
Ya casi ni siento, soy transitoria
sombras danzan obligadas y las flores me pesan.
GRITAME DE FRENTE DEMENCIA QUE NO TE OIGO!!!!
Si puedes decirme una sola palabra que derrumbe mis miedos porfavor guárdalas o mejor escribeme un cuento, se escuchó hasta la esquina el estruendo 
huyendo lejos de mi ceguera, despierto
por las noches a dibujar la espera.
Me rompo a pedazos, quiero salir y puedo pero... algo raro les pasa a mis pies que se quedan.

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