Name: Scully by Lightly
Duration: 8 min 12 s
Description: the truth is “Spittin’ Scully (Cold Case Files)” is a mythic rap descent into conspiracy, possession, and dimensional collapse. The track opens with coded bars and swamp gospel warnings, invoking plagues, cursed weapons, and spectral allies. As the beat unfolds, the lyrics spiral through alien lore, government corruption, and psychological warfare—out there .

This track is a dual-blade anthem—half venom, half vulnerability. “Wicked With It” spits paranoia and prophecy over glitchy bass and trap metal percussion, while “Chronic Tree” drifts into purgatory with ambient horror and poetic dread. It’s a sonic exorcism: from betrayal and fame to rebirth and identity. Light’s vocals cut like ritual daggers—commanding, haunted, and unforgettable.Thank You to My Fans
To everyone who’s listened, shared, and stood beside me in the shadows—thank you. You didn’t just hear the music, you felt it. You saw the vision when it was still smoke and static. Every stream, every comment, every moment you vibed with the chaos means more than you know. This isn’t just a track—it’s a piece of my mythos. And you’re part of it now.

Stay wicked. Stay gifted. —Light

Wicked with it

Mid‑tempo (85–95 BPM) trap beat with heavy 808s, distorted sub‑bass, and glitchy percussive chops. Use abrupt dropouts and stutter edits to mimic “waves crashing.” Layer metallic hits, reversed cymbals, and filtered white noise swells for tension. Add eerie synth pads and granular‑sliced vocal samples for a chaotic, scientific‑lab‑gone‑wrong vibe. Build to explosive drops where the kick and bass hit like a tidal surge.

selling water to a tsunami

formulas into weapons and equations into diss lines. It’s braggadocio with brains: infinite series, sigma signs, and TI‑84s woven into a flow that’s equal parts cocky and calculated. The beat hits like a bass‑boosted theorem—808s growling under rapid‑fire wordplay, glitch textures, and a delivery that makes “nerd” sound lethal. This is the soundtrack to outthinking, outrunning, and outlasting everyone who doubted you.               💌 Thank You to My Fans
To everyone who’s been riding with me from the first bar to the last—thank you. You’re the reason I can take something as cold as calculus and make it burn. Every stream, every share, every time you caught a reference and grinned—you’re part of this equation.

Calculus Assassin

There's a job I'm a Doom S.T.A.L.K.E.R There's a job I'm a Mars Walker

W.A.L.K.E.R

Dark  of  Castlecórdova

“Fractal loops, razor‑edge wordplay, and cinematic darkness — I build verses like siege engines, loaded with philosophy, sarcasm, and myth. Every bar’s a mirror and a weapon. If it makes your head nod and your brain recalibrate, it’s doing its job.”

Hodor holdor

This that, this—no intro, introverts that kinfolk. I go beamin’, Scottie, go ahead, see the body. Mind go where it don’t belong, sayin’ so long to what the mind know. My soul’s been gone. Time’s flown. World overblown. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. (BIGGG BOD Da BOOM!!!!) Life is no guarantee.

💥 Thank You to the Fans 💥 To everyone ridin’ with me through the fallout, the chaos, the couture—y’all are the reason this myth keeps breathing. Like it. Share it. Repost it. Let ‘em know: the Vault Queen’s back and the world’s been split.

#ReadyToSplit #FalloutAnthem #CoutureChaos #WeaponizedBeauty #AwWow

spitting atoms

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Warp Drive (OVER CLOCK)

præy

the truth is “Spittin’ Scully (Cold Case Files)” is a mythic rap descent into conspiracy, possession, and dimensional collapse. The track opens with coded bars and swamp gospel warnings, invoking plagues, cursed weapons, and spectral allies. As the beat unfolds, the lyrics spiral through alien lore, government corruption, and psychological warfare—out there .  

Scully

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Scully

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