a collection of my most intense work yet, enjoy.

MEANINGLESS END

10
prod otwljupiter, noprada, & 637rxss
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arpsweatpants on ig
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arpsweatpants on twt

lyrics:
[arpsweatpants]

[luvseat]
she like "damn you boutta blow," i knew that already
see my numbers, boutta glo, i been growin steady
i might buy a new rolls, while you still whippin a chevy
ash my blunt on my bitch butt, bitch i feel like im nevi
im boutta blow like a rocket, i swear they aint even ready
too many bands in my pocket, yea, they been gettin too heavy
you think you up, bro just stop it, we know your pockets is empty
you think you rich, bro thats not it, bitch i been chasin the fetty

i just made a rack, in my bedroom, how you still broke?
bitch im coughing up my lungs, but imma still smoke
say you up next, bro thats funny, you a real joke
why you talkin all that shit? you know i kill folk
got a choppa by my hip, it got a real scope
you sleepin on me, but soon you finna be real woke
got a zip up in my bag, this only real smoke
got a zip up in my bag, this only real smoke

[oftenforgotten]

[luvseat]
who are you? i dont know you please remind me.
talkin shit, but you always been behind me
i been going to the top, bitch im climbing
say he tough, but he wont pull up, he wont fight me

i been going up for a minute, this shit easy to me
i been cookin, in the kitchen, no one realer than me
always working, never finished, till im feelin the breeze
drama aint no good for business, bro stop talkin to me

[arpsweatpants]

PRESSURE w/ ARPSWEATPANTS & OFTEN FORGOTTEN

MISS HER! (ft. Malice)

dirty5o[w/ issbrokie][p.flockaboi]

I CAN SEE EVERYTHING WITH MY EYE ON THE SCREEN
PICK AND CHOOSE WIN OR LOSE ITS THE END OF YOUR DREAMS
BITCH IM FAST HIT THE JETS BITCH ILL DRIVE BY YO JEWELS
NOW IM PISSED FEEL THE WRATH WHEN I SLIDE ON BLACK DOOM

Bitch I’m the better man
You just another man
Don’t compare me to nobody I’m better than
She sent me a “P” so my dick in her lettermen
I bust on her back clean it up with yo sweater man
How you so tuff when I know where you stay?
Bitch got my foot all up over yo state
I don’t mind driving to see where you lay
Got people so close to yo village don’t play
Cracking a yolk so I’m calling you eggman 
You a copy the shadow of dead man
Hatred turn red and I’m bouta start blastin
Feeling the chaos I think I’ll go batshit
Bitch I’m the real one no clone stand a chance
There’s nothing else you can do so just dance
I’m the reminder that you ain’t elite
What In the fuck did you think you were me?

I CAN SEE EVERYTHING WITH MY EYE ON THE SCREEN
PICK AND CHOOSE WIN OR LOSE ITS THE END OF YOUR DREAMS
BITCH IM FAST HIT THE JETS BITCH ILL DRIVE BY YO JEWELS
NOW IM PISSED FEEL THE WRATH WHEN I SLIDE ON BLACK DOOM

DAMN 4TH CHAOS EMERALD (•12fps)

IN THIS PLACE (PROD. SONUS)

BROKEN LENS (PROD. SONUS)

Interlude ( PROD. SONUS X STARRFIELDD)

WEAPONS OF GUILT (PROD. SONUS)

Outro (PROD. SONUS)

*prod by michael mars*

What’s left? anti theft, Yeah can’t take from me I’m an icon deft

Now, what’s next? stay hext, Yeah flirtin with the devil she replied with a sext uh

Who’s at the bottom? I wrote the novel, mass execution play it out like sodom wait

Mirror faced, living waste, I be making what I feel but I don’t know my own taste uh

Who’s at the bottom? (X4)

Yeah, I, can’t tell what I am anymore, an extension of myself opened up to my core, this be DLC never seen before, hit the system reboot then watch it all restore

RGB value three, for all that I can see, third eye like Zee, in my mind is the key, livin life in 5D, enter name there’s a fee, why the thoughts never free?, crush you fucks in debris uh

Every body wanna just fuck with F A D E, all caps with spaces when you write the name, what’s the point of makin music when you sound the same?, I never make the same song and I can make that claim uh

Our service paid no more remorse, superb destruction from final force, my spirit burns the eternal torch, as we venture through infinite doors

My life to you can become undone, burnt to a crisp by hated suns, while the holy few rot away in slums, and our hearts to die war fluenced drums, like the mocking bird shot via guns, on the holy land blessed by the nuns, hands left to bleed built by their sons, watching people die fights for the crumbs

It’s all fucked, and they know that it’s all fucked

All Caps With Spaces

CRACKYASKULL 💀 (FT ME!)

HOOK 1 [SHOOKIE]:
Where my bitch? Boutta dick her down
Sittin in the car, Northside, with like 50 rounds
Gotta get the money, stack it up, and pulled a figure out
Climbing to the top with middle fingers, I won't put em down
Everybody gettin 5 strikes until they're fuckin dead
I already got my 5 strikes, they're on my fuckin head
Boutta take ur head and then I fill it full of fuckin lead
He tried to run he tried to hide, but you can't run from infrared

Verse 1 [SHOOKIE]:
He tried to run, he tried to hide, I got his blood up on my face 
I got up in the car and dodge the opps, i never caught a case
I feel like Elon musk, I'm smokin za, and then I go to space
I got my dick up in their jaws fuckin up their fuckin face
Stackin up my money I js wanna see a couple commas
Chillin in the city, Southside, with a couple Llamas
Shit it rlly hasn't felt real since losing kama
Bitch can you shut your fucking mouth, bitch losin drama

Bitch, can you shut your fucking mouth and put my song back?
Anyways, tell ur bitch she got a fuckin long neck
Droppin NOVA BOMB, everybody mad, thinkin my song whack
Talk about ur bitch, I told your bitch she had a long back
Jim beam in the bottle, sippin, gettin fucked up
Grab a henny bottle, pour another fuckin cup up
Grab another mag and put it in the glock like POP POP
Rather be alone and do my shit cause I'm a fuck up

Hook 2 [SHOOKIE & IRAQ]
Where my bitch? Boutta dick her down
Sittin in the car, Northside, with like 50 rounds
Gotta get the money, stack it up, and pulled a figure out
Climbing to the top with middle fingers, I won't put em down
Everybody gettin 5 strikes until they're fuckin dead
I already got my 5 strikes, they're on my fuckin head
Boutta take ur head and then I fill it full of fuckin lead
He tried to run he tried to hide, but you can't run from infrared

Verse 2 [IRAQ]
He a little bitch boy, he think that he can top me
He steady fuckin hatin but his bitch is on my body
I know ill never make it to the top, but bitch I'm never stopping
The plug just showed me gas so u know I'm fuckin copping
Go and talk ur fuckin shit but ima get straight to the droppin
You can suck my fucking dick, bitch I'll put you in a coffin
Not that you would fuckin know but this gas it got me coughin
And it got me super high it even change the way I'm walkin
Shut the fuck up, bitch you are a fucking nuisance
Everytime I fuckin speak, you gotta hit me wit ur two cents
You're super fucking fat, bitch you need a fucking juice cleanse
And I only work in 100s I don't even rlly use 10s

I'll fuckin stomp ur head, with my boot and take a souvenir
Call me Mike Tyson, ima take ur fuckin stupid ear
Ur a fuckin pussy, havin all these fuckin lucid fears
Ur a fuckin bitch, I don't know if u did fuckin hear
Suck my fuckin dick until I cum up in ur fuckin mouth
This that fuckin music comin straight up from the fuckin south
I can't control my anger, and lil bitch I'm always fuckin loud
Not a single thing out ya fuckin yapper, that would put me down
Walkin to the beat, I think a bar, and took a fuckin perc
I walk up in the club and all these bitches start to fuckin twerk
Sorry i offended you, was born to be a fucking jerk
I got ur bitch up at my house she takin off her fuckin shirt

Outro/Hook 3 [Shookie]: 
Where my bitch? Boutta dick her down
Sittin in the car, Northside, with like 50 rounds
Gotta get the money, stack it up, and pulled a figure out
Climbing to the top with middle fingers, I won't put em down
Everybody gettin 5 strikes until they're fuckin dead
I already got my 5 strikes, they're on my fuckin head
Boutta take ur head and then I fill it full of fuckin lead
He tried to run he tried to hide, but you can't run from infrared

NOVA BOMB

NOVA BOMB REMIX (W/ SHOOKIE) [ManuGTB]

Certified Trapper
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HEADBACK

vocals by xolostboy 
ukulele and percussion by banda

untitled

“Die to War” is a requiem for humanity’s contradictions — beauty versus brutality, faith versus greed. A sonic apocalypse where love and violence share the same pulse. When the city burns, the heart still beats — but only to explode.

[Intro]
Born to love, born to hold
We cradle hearts but sell our souls
Forged for touch, we learn to fold
Build our graves where flowers grow

Cities shine, we trade for chrome
We trade a home for plastic thrones
Feed machines with children's bones
Sing lullabies while thunder roars

(Spit) We write our names in ashes, sign the sky with credit lines.
We seed the ground with iron, sell salvation on the dot-com shrine.
Born for love — we turn to noise; kissing lips then firing toys.
Ticking hearts, ticking time — watch the empire self-implode.

[Pre-Chorus]
We were soft as summer rain, (A)
Now we hammer iron in the vein. (A)
Love turned currency and pain, (B)
We burn the bridges we would name. 

[Chorus]
Born to love — we built the war,
Hands that heal now break the door.
Born to hold — we let it burn,
Ashes fall, and lessons learn.

(Born to love) We light the flame,
(Die to war) We call your name.
Born to love — we made the war,
(Feel it) Hear the city roar.

[Verse 2]
Soldiers march on neon streets, (A)
Crowds applaud the cymbal beats. (A)
Promise peace, then market cheats, (B)
Sell the world for golden treats. (B)

Mothers shout and fathers fall, (A)
Glass and sirens, empty malls. (A)
We worship screens and neon halls, (B)
And rust the angels off the walls. (B)

[Bridge I]
FEED THE HUNGER! (SCREAM)
(SCREAM: FEED THE HUNGER!)
POUND THE HEARTS! (GROWL)
(GROWL: BREAK THE EARTH!)
WE SPIT THE TRUTH IN RADIOSTATIC,
(ROAR: THE CODE IS PLAGUE)
LOVE DIES IN THE CIRCUITATIC.
(CRY: WE BUILT THIS CAGE)
NO REDEMPTION, ONLY RITUAL,
(ROAR: BLOODLESS, DIGITAL)
WE ARE THE VIRUS, WE ARE THE RITUAL.

[Chorus]
Born to love — we built the war,
Hands that heal now break the door.
Born to hold — we let it burn,
Ashes fall, and lessons learn.

[Breakdown]
Drop into the pit, let the chorus bite,
Screams in stereo, neon black the night.
Crush the bones of comfort, stomp the truth in chrome,
We dance upon the ruins of the home.

[Bridge II]
RISE, MACHINE! (SCREAM)
(SCREAM: TAKE THEIR SOULS!)
CATCH, THE CHILD! (GROWL)
(GROWL: EMPTY HALLS!)
BORN FOR LOVE? — THE LINES ARE BURNED.
(STANCE: WE ARE STORM)
WE PRAY IN ADS, WE PRAY IN FERM.
(ROAR: WE ARE WARM)
NO MERCY GIVEN, ONLY FEEDS,
(ROAR: FAST, FAST, FASTER)
CONSUME THE STILLS, IGNITE THE SEEDS.

[Breakdown II]
(GROWL MACHINE)
SMASH THE HEAVEN, CRUSH THE LIGHT,
TEAR THE NIGHT, MAKE IT BLIND.
(Drop) — heavy chug, polyrythm, bass slam
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SIREN’S CALL —
WE RISE ON ASHES — LET EVERYTHING FALL!

[Bridge III]
SHOUT THE LIES! (SCREAM)
(BELLOWS: BREAK IT DOWN!)
BURN THE FAÇADE! (GROWL)
(GROWL: RAISE THE GROUND!)
OUR HANDS ARE DIRTY, OUR HEARTS ARE STEEL,
(ROAR: NO MORE FEEL)
WE FORGE THE FUTURE FROM THE TEETH WE STEAL.
(SCREAM: RISE!)
NO LOVE WILL SAVE US, NO PEACE WILL HOLD,
(GROWL: WATCH IT UNFOLD)
WE WANT THE FIRE — WE WANT IT COLD.

[Final Chorus]
Born to love — we built the war,
Hands that heal now break the door.
Born to hold — we let it burn,
Ashes fall, and lessons learn.

(Born to love) We set the fuse,
(Die to war) The city fused.
(Born to love) We made the war,
(Explode) — NOW HEAR THE EXPLOSION.

Die to War

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