Not an Ounce of Subtlety is a blistering eulogy for hip-hop’s soul, delivered by a possessed siren with a vendetta. It’s satire sharpened into a blade, grief turned into fire, and lyrical precision that dissects the industry’s rot. The track opens with a darkly comic domestic threat over Nicks “Super Bass,” then spirals into a genre-blending tirade—trapmetal, glitchcore, screamo-pop, and ambient horror collide in a sonic funeral dirge. Breath-rap CPR sequences, screamo breakdowns, and cosmic horror motifs pulse through every verse. This isn’t just a diss track—it’s a resurrection ritual, a manifesto, and a warning.
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Not an Ounce of Subtlety

Power Stone — “Ash Crown” return to the Ash “I wore the sun like a crown / and burned the throne beneath me.”

Power Stone — “Ash Crown”

Hellforge behind her, glowing with cursed runes Choir of corrupted angels glitching in the shadows Blood-red moon, Tristram ruins God damn, in Hell, b*tch Blood-red moon, Tristram ruins Demons creeping out the walls, trap you in your room Silence of the Lambs, hellhounds attack you At the crack of doom Swallowed by the cosmos, motherfucker, that's your tomb Cold steps through the land of blood, death, and demons Heaven's seal broke, I'm huntin' Mephisto

Soul Stone- Hellforge

World ain't gonna know what hit 'em when I'm on it Vicious, I want it Snappin' like I'm holding the Infinity Gauntlet Glove fit snug No O.J., but the thumb fit the glove And I'm 'bout to make it known in the club Like a round of applause Fellas still giving rounds of applause Had to tell 'em that the round's on the boss With a drink in my hand Sippin' when I'm thinkin' of plans Not knowin' when my brain is gon' land What is it to Infinity Gauntlet snap? They gone in a blink I came out the blue, made the ocean think The Hellraiser box: open me and see (Oh) What is it to Infinity Gauntlet snap? They gone in a blink I came out the blue, made the ocean think The Hellraiser box: open me and see To infinity, no Buzz In my prime, no, it's not time for you to Optimus

Infinity Stoned- The Snap

wapper smacks

And how do we climb The cosmic ladder to survive? A Type I civ on the rise All the energy of Earth is utilized Global civilization maximized The population multiplied Energy sources are combined The whole world's unified And harnessin' the powers of the skies Nuclear, fusion, fission In this transmission, I'm about to go into Explorin' the stars How far will we go? Only God knows In this world of highs and lows How will we evolve? No one really knows Gotta stay woke As the galactic folk approach I need to scope out the scene Beam me up, we bout to see The greatest scheme

Type I–VII

drunk Ghoul

Dance of the souless

Second-Hand Fire

Dark Singularity

Black.

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