prod. @akoge

Thursday morning.

I awoke to the sounds of a siren blaring down the road. Great, another accident. The traffic was the last thing I wanted in the morning while going to work. Still, I had another hour before heading off, so I started my morning routine of taking a shower and brushing my teeth before heading downstairs for breakfast where I saw my son, Michael, eating cereal before breakfast. I grabbed a bagel and sat down on the couch, grabbing my iPad to read the news.

“Terrorist leader Aamir Hadi has threatened the President!” The same old news… Nothing was “new” about it. All this drama for years between the Middle East and good old America. How long had we been at war? I couldn’t remember. Too long, for sure. All these terrorist attacks, and the President just sends in more and more soldiers, feeding a war without end. Pointless as middle school drama, but with more consequences. Whatever, who needs CNN anyways?

Flipping on the TV and putting down my iPad, I noticed more sirens flying down my street. Just then I got an email from the school saying the buses would be late. Must be a big wreck. “Hey Michael, you’re bus is going to be delayed for a bit, ok bud?”

“Alright,” he replied nonchalantly.

I imagined he would be probably be playing on his phone, or whatever kids do these days. I left the TV on as I went upstairs to Iron my shirt for work. I grabbed a dull blue, matching my mood this “fine” morning. I headed to the garage to grab the ironing board, before remembering it being in my laundry room. I set it up and left my cofee to heat up.

As I steamed the wrinkles out of my clothes, I listened to the TV playing some old, cheesy, comedy show. I heard my wife come downstairs and felt her lips against mine as she gave me a good morning kiss. I loved that woman. “Hey, Michael’s bus is going to be a bit late today. I guess theres been a wreck and it’s holding them up.”

“Ok. Did he get all of his homework done?” She asked in a pressing tone.

“I think so. You hear that bud?” I called out.

“Yeah, It didn’t take very long,” he muttered. I glanced back at my cofee, seeing the green light come on. I went upstairs to get dressed and came back down a minute later to kill some time on the TV before I headed off. After 3 minutes or so I changed to Fox news to see the status of the wreck.

My heart skipped a beat..

The video showed reports of worldwide chaos, with screaming crazed destruction everywhere. The terrorist group had set off nuclear warfare, World War III. It was happening, here and now. I felt a wave of panic go off as the feed showed mushroom clouds, rising high above the city, burning everything around it. The channel showed signs of interference, and I heard my son call out from the second floor landing.

“Hey Dad, the internet’s out.”

esli otklyuchat internet (neva broke again)

s̸h̷y̷z̸ - 🪦х_х е̷͂̀сл̴́и̸ ̷отк̶̈лю̸ч̸а̸т̶ ̴͘и̶нт̶̂е̸рн̶е̶т🚫🛜 (neva broke again) prod. akoge

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D$UAPP - (OG) BITCHES DONT FLY (prod. Rico Yyiwinny)

@teenbaby

lyrics:
babyteen я в дуре 
она любит мои песни
каждый день рискую шкурой 
ты бы сдох на моем месте
babyteen я в новой шкуре 
целуй сука мои перстни
pussy boy уже унижен 
не достоин даже мести

проливаю blood
когда наступает night
сука сильно хочет сдохнуть
я могу ей это дать
bitch вокруг шалавы
они хотят это знать
babyteen молодой траур
они все будут страдать

young mourning (prod. me)

там где не было начала для меня уже финал
со мной дом культуры в сборе мы ебашим до конца 
можешь пиздеть сколько хочешь но я подожгу напалм
хаваю дерьмо , улетаю в астраал

если сам себя не ебну то тогда убьют таблетки
может я уже блять мертв , я не понимаю где я 
фальшивая кровь , я курю эти растенья 
и я просыпаюсь вновь , и хуею от везенья

когда хороните сожгите глаза нахуй
я устал видеть все это дерьмо вокруг меня блять 
с тобой шайка тупых блядей а со мной дк 
я давно понял кто есть кто хоть не курил травку 

там где не было начала для меня уже финал
со мной дом культуры мы ебашим до конца 
можешь пиздеть сколько хочешь но я подожгу напалм
хаваю дерьмо , улетаю в астраал


астрал (ynxxet) #дк

b




yuh i js pop a bean i cant see a thing
yeahh im flying liek a bee flyiingg like a bee
glisten on my neck ye its hella bling
ye im off the druuugs i cant fuckinn sittt

yaayya dw i can bring a pipeee
u better run if i see yo ass shakes on my block
istg u can never pop shit that i pop 
i see yo bitch n she well kno who is fakeblood





hela beez in my rotten brain prod beauxlol🐝🐝

t.me/bafactivity
меня мучает тревога
я курю очень много


walkie talkie prod curxxedtaimana

yo up prod me

🐟 The Legend of the Bassquarium Wobblefish

Deep beneath the surface of the cosmic ocean, in the sea of quintessence lies the Bassquarium, an endless reef of glowing speaker-corals and crystalline sound systems. It is said to hum with the first Amen break ever dropped — vibrations that ripple out into every rave, every festival, every pirate signal beamed into the night.

From these depths swim the Wobblefish, radiant alien creatures whose fins shimmer like waveforms and whose tendrils pulse with sub-bass frequencies. Each Wobblefish is born of a different frequency band — the golden ones carry the warm mids, the violet ones ripple with high-end shimmer, and the titanic blue elders channel the pure rolling sub-bass that can be felt in your chest.

Junglists whisper that when a Wobblefish passes by, your heartbeat syncs to its rhythm. Entire shoals of them have been known to trigger mass skanking on distant shores, as if the ocean itself were rewinding the dancefloor.

But beware: the Bassquarium is not a zoo, it’s a temple. The Wobblefish are sacred guardians of rhythm, and only those who enter with open ears and wobbling knees are granted the vision of their dance. To hear them sing is to experience the cosmic wobble — a sensation somewhere between a drop, a dream, and the best night of your life at 160 BPM.

#Bassquarium #Bungalist

Bassquarium

Bassquarium Wobblefish 🐟

@vazyarmour @vazyx


мы летаем
словно бабочки пархают
я один в этом замке
кручу сижу и понимаю
я один остался
совсем никого нет рядом
эталоны страха
будто меня обнимают
меня обнимают мои демоны внаруре
восемь кругов ада, я буду собой всегда
даже если страшно даже если впадлу
2025 год сейчас
люди хотят - чтобы был 17
да я понимаю их на самом деле.
мир такой огромный если ты двигаешься правильно
мир такой огромный если не свернуть назад.

воспоминания напомнят кем ты был тогда
нужно действовать пока не поздно прям сейчас
продолжай тянуть стафф за здоровье прям сейчас
продолжать делать дерьмо брат это наше хобби

да ,это наше хобби
и нас не достать, ведь мы летаем

и мы летаем
словно бабочки пархают
я один в этом замке
кручу сижу и понимаю
я один остался
совсем никого нет рядом
эталоны страха
будто меня обнимают
меня обнимают мои демоны внаруре
восемь кругов ада, я буду собой всегда.

butterfly#бабочки

Back 2 The Basics is an immersive blend of melodies and rhythms, this instrumental album flows through moods of reflection, energy, and imagination. Crafted as a soundtrack for focus, creativity, and emotion, it speaks without words but leaves a lasting impression.

Activate Instrumental

https://t.me/ricoyyiwinny - archive beats
@ionnnnny - ig

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