Goal: 200mph

Malice K

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Post-traumatic, pre-dramatic

pb&jammies

testing tree

Orchestre Poly-Rythmo De Cotonou – Volume 2  "Echos Hypnotiques" (Analog Africa No. 6)

Malin Kpon O

Pure, Impure

Moodswing

Malice K and his friend who i forget made this, go follow them
i dont own this, im reuploading for those who dont wanna deal with gay ass ads on spotify.

03 - The Heck - My Love

02 - The Heck - My Bad

01 - The Heck - Bang Bang Shoot Shoot

Japanese Drift

Valhalla

Animorphs

gleam

shine

Clean up on Aisle Heaven

Changes

Dominic

"Cookie Dough" Ultra-crisp productions, sophisticated synthline melodies and pitch perfect vocals from Freddie Cruger and Anthony Mills. 

Serious Drug

SKRT SKRT

Full Metal Saibot Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Boy I call yo bluff    
in the studio you tough...had enough 
niggas take my style but I can switch it up    
who? they gone sleep on who?
they gone sleep on me?
thats a key for me to burn it up and form the wilderbeast     
These nigga niggas hide
cause they know I'm on the way  
These nigga niggas hide
cause I'm known to pull yo rank
Foolish fuck boys get away from me
before I pull the hammer on some fuckery 
n buck you right in front of me

[Verse 2]

Sai Saimane got his own damn shit
Sai Saimane gives no fucks about a bitch         
Sai Saimane smokin' on nothin' but that piff
she keep hitting my phone so I guess she want the tip
Daniel Son kick to his neck watch him second guess
watch that boy trip as he running from this missile rip
Full Metal Saibot... got yu fuckin' hot
I'm kicking fuck a knock... boy I'm coming 4 yo spot boy

JGRXXN X GHOSTEMANE X LiL PEEP - DEATHWISH

MERCH

DEATHWISH (feat. Lil PEEP x GHOSTEMANE)

Bottomless Pit

80808

VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH

Still depressed
Still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods
Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you
Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better
That west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team
It's that codeine fiend
Hell bound is what i'm deemed
Surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased
I can't call it anymore
Get more depressed when i'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishing that i was a fucking corpse, fuck...

VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY

Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck
I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten
This ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leave and get it poppin
Pull up on their fucking ass
All they do is fucking ask "can i flash you with the gas?"
And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
$uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression

VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH

Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls
So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up roxy's until that dope battle rattles
Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like fucking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
Sold out funeral no live nation fee
Captivate 100,000 people
Still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me
I hope they'll let me be

VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific
Sadistic, mr. pessimistic
Slickity sloth the motherfucker they call the anti-christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!"
Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems
Climb up just to fall down a stream
Drag me to the river
The richer i get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room
Keep it dark as i can
Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide
No they won't forget

VERSE I: LIL REMAINS

Yeah playa
Yeah playa
All my teeth gold
Damn playa
Damn playa
I still can't sleep though
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
I be that sheep eater
Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper
Sad playa
Sad playa
I be that sad playa
Damn playa
Damn playa
Thought you was money making?
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
Don't change that i'm forsaken
Grey playa
Third razor
Laugh at you bitches hating
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
My pupils dilating
Dope shot up in my veins
I'm feeling nauseated
Law breaker
Law breaker
I'm trying to feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

VERSE II: PAPA PINE

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard
I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before
The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go
I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
And now i'm always stoned
Always home alone
In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know
But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you
Always want to used you
Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa
Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped
The red, white and blue ones
That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser

I No Longer Fear The Razor 3

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (III)

GUN HIM DOWN(PROD.AHLECKS)

Just an album from Happy Trendy that I cannot find on SoundCloud. Will remove upon request.

Soul Golden

All Three

Boy Who Cried Wolf

Eyez Low (feat. Fat Nick)

All written and recorded in our bedroom.
Free download: https://sleepradio.bandcamp.com

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hate is an attractive force

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Earth Rocker

Owned by or licensed by Deathproof record 2020
(i got no clue what the fuck im saying, just know I did not make this, and i dont own it)

Singles

Malice K - Might Bust

Malice K - Back Off

There are ghosts all across AVANTI, the debut album from Malice K - the record wades through a disarray of chaos and loss with a sharp-toothed fervor. At points it’s howling and unhinged, a grungy layer atop a lush foundation of melodic capital-s Songwriting akin to the golden-age pop of the ‘70s, but in other moments it dissolves into a gentle, wistful haunting. Malice K’s songs are blunt, uncomplicated and unflinching as he probes the interiority of memories, of mistakes – saturated with an innate intensity that sucks you into his gnarled and visceral world, so barbed it could draw blood.
 
Malice K is a New York-based project helmed by visual artist and songwriter Alex Konschuh, but he was born and raised in Olympia, Washington. Following a stint living in Los Angeles, where he delved further into his music making and became a member of the artist collective Death Proof Inc., a trip to New York funded by a prospective label resulted in him simply never leaving the city. A period of chaos ensued, Malice K exhausted and unmoored and ultimately, unwell: “I was just... I was trying to be like a full-time performer constantly in my day to day life,” he says. “I was at every party, and doing everything, and I just wasn’t me.”  
 
That partying and instability caught up to him, and through necessity he found ways to let go of what wouldn’t allow him to continue making his art, or even to survive. He wades through that turmoil on AVANTI, which acts as a diary of the last two years of his life. The album title offers a double meaning, named for both the formative alternative performing arts high school Malice K attended and the Italian adverb, which, translated to English, means “to go forward.” 
 
He started writing the songs here across the last several years, one song at a time. Perfection is never the point. As reflective as his songwriting is, Malice K isn’t interested in belaboring the work, or even his own story. Leaving room for catharsis, for connection, for a community, is what’s most important. He prefers to distill the feeling and sound of the room, of the immediate present, the way he feels when he performs it, to tape. 
 
“A microphone just recording the room, what’s around you - there’s something that comes through there and I like to preserve that as much as possible,” he says. “Even though you can’t define exactly what someone was feeling when they made a song, you can tell when somebody felt something when you hear it. It’s like how a camera can save a photo – I want to do that, but with sound.”
 
And the resulting AVANTI undulates with a singular acuity, strangely romantic but tragic, tense and startling, even in its quieter, ballad-skewing moments. 
 
The record is unpredictable across its 11 songs. The album opens with a jarring scream on “Halloween,” Malice K’s breathless vocals buried beneath a grungy, roving Nineties riff. The track emanates a manic energy, enveloping. It’s a fitting entrypoint for the record, and for the vividness of Malice K. The snarling and obsessive “You’re My Girl” has a swaggering paranoia: “I got so high I thought my hand touching my hand was your hand.” But AVANTI exists in a lot of quieter moments – “Radio,” with its fluttering morose cello (Malice K’s first time composing for the instrument), which moves at an almost glacial pace comparatively, or the aching wistfulness on both the “The Old House” and “Blue Monday.” “The Old House” is an album stand-out, anchored in an acoustic guitar, an uneasy lullaby that never quite settles into itself: “I think to myself I got the things that I wanted, but I can’t help think there’s something else that I forgot to do.”
 
There’s an underlying theatricality throughout - but it works because it’s built on what’s simple and true. Like on the penultimate track, “Raining,” with its propulsive, percussive heartbeat, where he wonders: “You set me on fire and put me out / for what is trust / but making up for how you fucked up to begin with?” It’s the closest the album comes to a thesis – a flawed, lovesick devotion – but the idea of a guiding story is something Malice K squarely rejects.
 
“I don’t like albums formed solely around themes, or where you have to be told what it is,” Malice K says. “I don’t like being told what to think or feel about something – I stray away from projects where it needs to be explained to be heard properly, or where there’s only one way to hear something.”
 
A recent press interview called Malice K a shapeshifter, but he’s not amorphous in that way. He’s decisive and intense, more concerned with carving his own path, and building his own world, rather than finding ways to fit into what already exists. Every part of Malice K is distinctly himself – felt even in the visual components, like the “Radio” single tape-and-scissors artwork, the illustrations for the inside of the album packaging, the AVANTI album cover featuring a sculpture he made in collaboration with Cheeky Ma. From his sweaty high-octane shows to the high-flash high-contrast photos; from his gnarled and unsettling illustrations to the studio recordings that vacillates between grief and tenderness at the drop of the hat, there’s an exceptional ferocity across everything Malice K touches. AVANTI feels lived in, like peering into an abandoned house through a window smeared with grimy fingerprints, relics of a life well-lived scattered inside - despite being a debut, there’s the sense that Malice K arrived fully-realized, imperfections and all.