No Punk Shit

Digyograve

I’m bustin’ and rushin’ the beat, ain’t no bluffin’
You steppin’ to me, then you steppin’ to nothin’
I’m twistin’ and flippin’, I’m dippin’, I’m clutchin’
The burner, I’m yearnin’ to bust it in public
I came from the bottom, I’m rotten and rugged
I’m nothin’ but shadow, my mind in a dungeon
They told me to chill but I’m feelin’ the function
Of death in my chest when I’m pressin’ the button

I was born in the fog with a blade and a book
I was raised in a cell where they never would look
I be cookin’ these lines like a chef with a hook
And the page turn red every verse that I took
Isolationist—bitch, I’m the voice of the void
Every word I deploy got a purpose: destroy
I’m that click in the dark when you hear no noise
Then your world go cold and your face get void


show no emotions 

I’m smokin’, I’m zonin’, I’m flowin’, I’m broken
My brain in a loop and my thoughts are corrosive
I’m holdin’ this steel while my demons approachin’
I’m laughin’ and talkin’ to ghosts while I’m tokin’
Ain’t no emotion, I’m colder than oceans
I live in the silence that follow explosions
Bitch, I’m the glitch in the code, no devotion
I’m sick in the soul and I show no emotion

Say what I live, lie when I breathe
If an opp die before we can meet 
I'll catch them in hell and I'll send him to Heaven 
Not even his God can fuckin' protect him 
If the feds come, I’ma toss that piece
I don’t pray now, I just sharpen my teeth
They want heaven? Gotta beg for the peace
Poppin’ pills in the void, can’t feel what I’m facin’
Ten toes planted in a world full of fake shit
Still ain’t rich but my soul been ancient

I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m flippin’ the script
I’m loadin’ the clip, and I empty it quick
I’m itchin’ to trip, I be ready to rip
I don’t never feel shit, I just murder and dip

I’m twisted, ballistic, I’m vicious with visions
My mission is death, so don’t ask my decision
You talkin’ that rah, but you stuck in submission
You fuckin’ with me, better sign off permission

𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

Get to dumpin’

Murkmode

Target Prod by Sphynx

All black produced by sphynx

Murder on my mind prod requiem cult

Dark phonk from the underground — distorted 808s, trunk-rattling bass, and raw, gritty vocals straight out the gutter. Isolationist energy, cold visuals, and that Memphis-inspired sound built for late-night drives, red-lit rooms, and demons in your head. This ain’t for the mainstream, this is for the ones who live in the shadows.

Carved in flesh

9 to ya dome

666 No cheap thoughts I rap as a hobby. Trying to get better.

Isolationist

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