Ghost of the East

Mental

Blacky Drippy - Broke Opps

BLACKY DRIPPY, PAPY BLACK - NOCHE DE TERROR

Babylocc - EN UN DRILL

Spotify

Yaii King - Con Mario

LH-Tata

The gamble

DANDOTE PILA DE AAW - LIL NAAY, SLAYTER

[Intro]
Front row, blacked out
Flash flood, maxed out
Chrome heart, cracked halo
Watch the rack sell out (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Walk in, Paris, fangs out
Black lace, knife in the waist like a belt now
Goth chick, baby got the backstage pass
Fake friends in the pit tryna screenshot clout
Silver on teeth
Glitter on scars
Diamond chain swing like a wrecking star
Stylist say chill, I just laugh in her face
“Put the horns in the hood, leave the tags on the lace”
I don’t chase, I get chose in the line
Little demon in Margiela, she been stuck in my mind
Scent so sweet, attitude so vile
She said, “Post me or you’re blocked,” then she smiled

[Chorus]
Paris fashion show, I’m in my own nirvana
Walk that runway like I’m walking on lava
Cross on my neck, but I look like karma
Devil in designer, saint in trauma
Paris fashion show, I’m in my own nirvana
Eyes go red when they cut that camera
She my emo angel, full-black armor
Devil in designer, saint in trauma

[Verse 2]
She got pins in her hair, lil glass in her cup
Lip gloss smeared, but she still don’t care
Tattoo peeking through the ripped-up tights
Says “heaven’s closed,” but she snuck in there
I got code on my sleeve, not a brand, that’s a hex
Every step leave a sigil in the floor where I step
Model in a mask with a barcode neck
Scan once, see hell, scan twice, see debt
We don’t eat, just chew on the pain
Turn insecurities to a household name
All-black wings on a see-through top
If the church outside, tell ’em meet us at the shop (aye)

[Chorus]
Paris fashion show, I’m in my own nirvana
Walk that runway like I’m walking on lava
Cross on my neck, but I look like karma
Devil in designer, saint in trauma
Paris fashion show, I’m in my own nirvana
Eyes go red when they cut that camera
She my emo angel, full-black armor
Devil in designer, saint in trauma

[Bridge]
Front row, fangs out, lights go blur
Can’t feel feet, but the fit still purr
If we burn out here, let it burn in fur
If I crash this world, let it crash with her (with her, with her)


Runway Nirvana

Granite Pulse carries seven trap tracks built from sharp rhythmic geometry and thick, resonant bass shapes that move with deliberate force. Instead of leaning on familiar trap tropes, the album explores a colder, more architectural soundworld: beats cut like chiseled edges, melodies flicker in coded fragments, and each track feels carved from dense material rather than layered from presets. There’s a poised aggression running through the music, but also structure, restraint, and a sense of underground momentum. This is trap with a sculptor’s patience and a fighter’s stance.

Splinter Arc

Og fabulous Life les presenta esta peste junto a Mc Drumz en La mezcla, Un placer colaborar con mi G Yulian bendiciones bro! #ElDeseoFueDinero

Draco Ft Yvlian

LIRO 100