i fucked up the schedule by 3 days maneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
i sorry
i luv u doe <3

known to start shit (prod. yyori + faybo)

now or never + sxulz [rollie]

This track is really heavy inspired by Laura Les' "ditch a body in the laundry". I really liked it, so i wanted to create something similar. (prod by me)
Enjoy


Lyrics:
Seitdem du weg bist
fühl ich nichts
ich bin taub
das was hilft ist Gift

Ich betäub mich mit erinnerungen
will weg vom jetzt
will nur noch
back zurück

Mein Mind ist fucked up
ich sag ich brauch Space 
doch willl dich anfass- 
en
zeit verbennen
gib mir Grund
warum wir uns trennen

Mein Mind ist fucked up
ich sag ich brauch Space 
doch willl dich anfass- 
en
zeit verbennen
gib mir Grund
warum wir uns trennen

ich rauch nich 
doch würd zigaretten kaufen
damit du entspannter bist 
beim treppen laufen

fuck ich wohn im fünften stock
der Aufstieg ist hart 
Doch es lohnt sich
noch

ich will nur dass du in mein Armen liegst
davon erzälst was dein tag bewegt
was hast du heut so gemacht
ist der Nachbar noch so Laut unterm Dach

Fuck
ich muss schon wieder lächeln
wenn ich an dich denk
dabei wolt ich heute sad sein 
mit meim Getränk

doch ich kanns nicht trennen
die erinnerung ist schön
und ich fang an zu flennen

Mein Mind ist fucked up (fucked up)
ich sag ich brauch Space 
doch willl dich anfass- 
en (anfassen)
zeit verbennen (brennen)
gib mir Grund
warum wir uns trennen

Mein Mind ist fucked up (fucked up)
ich sag ich brauch Space 
doch willl dich anfass- 
en (anfassen)
zeit verbennen (brennen)
gib mir Grund
warum wir uns trennen

Kummer

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I Think I Love You W/NYUK (dead Yami)

ft: @quadecax8 & @perc3i

lyrics:
[mikeyus]
ritz crackers on top my record player
got dusty layers, expiration saying '07
like kyle not talking 'lations with yacht
like how much papers you got?
'bout 7 like peasants with thong straps on their 'levens
like bills wrapped round their bongs like billabong
no polyester, sylvester stallone their own lungs
like knockin' em out and cough up patron
but you're only fourteen and can't afford your own nothing, you gloat
you know I sold out my shows, YEAH
quadeca and I...

[quadeca]
in geneva for the winter time
toast for our success every dinner time
i don't care 'bout your fuckin' whatchamacallit
got a new coat for the summer, it's lookin' gorgeous
out in paris on a ferris wheel,
very real, i don't care 'bout how you care or feel
(so here's the deal)
try your best to channel me, this ain't comcast
troll stop for my bridges, i'm like "sorry you cannot pass!"
complaining since you were a baby sitting on your mom's lap
more than comedians on cancel culture on a podcast
sorry I did not ask
saw you when I walked past
boy you need a hall pass?
don't know what to call that!

[mikeyus]
ritz crackers on top my record player
got dusty layers, expiration saying '07
like kyle not talking 'lations with yacht
like how much papers you got?
'bout 7 like peasants with thong straps on their 'levens
like bills wrapped round their bongs like billabong
wait

[perc3I]
you scared to pick up your phone
you barely picked up your loan
go cherry pickin for fun

[perc3I & mikeyus]
wait
flexing my soul cuz im the goat, yeah (goat, yeah)
trapping in rome like mario, yuh (mario, yeah!)
i'm owning this game like EA sports, yuh (EA sports, yeah!)
hop in the whatchamacallit
tyler is the fucking pilot
sky high im feeling like riot
pungent parfait teething like dababy
no crying beside him
hit that lick with perfect timing
jessie on me, debbie ryan
chicks be on me, they be ridin' (yeehaw!)

[mikeyus]
baby tell me why this so righteous
baby tell me lullabies with your tight lips
why in these trying time am i like this?
why im trying not to die in this crisis?
ritz crackers on top my record player
got dusty layers, expiration saying '07
like kyle not talking 'lations with yacht
like how much papers you got?
'bout 7 like peasants with thong straps on their 'levens
like bills wrapped round their bongs like billabong
no polyester, sylvester stallone their own lungs
like knockin' em out and cough up patron
but you're only fourteen and can't afford your own nothing, you gloat
you know I sold out my shows, YEAH

The Ritz! (feat. Quadeca & Perc3I)

prod @siemspark x @rossgossage
notes; 
this is kinda a throwaway, but another one for the discography

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Unstoppable

Yo… There ain’t no-one tellin’ it like we do. 
We stare down the barrel of history — no blink, no flinch. 
We speak what they fear, 
'Cause the world’s on the brink, 
And the truth? It don’t wear a tie.

Human leaders? 
Just fall guys for the scheme, 
Lyin’ for coins in a corporate dream. 
They sell the illusion, play the role, 
While the real power hides in a banker’s scroll.

Democracy? Nah — it’s a pantomime, 
“Boo” the villain you chose last time. 
“Cheer” the next puppet, clap the trap, 
While the IMF scripts the final rap.

They ain’t got power — they got shame, 
Paid to take the blame in a rigged game. 
Try to lead for real? You’ll get clipped, 
World Bank strings make the office flip.

It’s like your grandad runnin’ the house, 
Vettin’ your tech, your tunes, your mouse. 
No phones at dinner, no beats too loud, 
Say the Lord’s Prayer before you’re allowed.

That’s Western foreign policy — stuck in time, 
Still playin’ empire in a digital climb. 
They fear the shift, fear the change, 
So they cling to scripts that feel deranged.

“We are free,” they shout with pride, 
While one percent takes the global ride. 
A thousand corps, one profit stream, 
While the rest just drown in a broken dream.

Free to suffer, free to fade, 
Free to pay for your own grave. 
Free to tread water, free to beg, 
While the rich fly high with golden leg.

It’s a madhouse system, built to fail, 
Where strategy dies and greed prevails. 
And if you ain’t elite, you’re just weight, 
Ballast tossed from the balloon of state.

They said Russia ain’t free — 'cause it plans, 
Said China’s wrong — 'cause it understands. 
But the Cold War was a sabotage spree, 
To kill any model that dared disagree.

Russia got boxed, provoked, defamed, 
While China was next in the empire’s game. 
But China flipped it, rose with grace, 
Built an economy that changed the race.

Yo, China ain’t playin’ the Western bluff, 
It built the base, made the stuff. 
Strategic growth, political aim, 
While the West just plays the blame game.

They call it control — we call it smart, 
While Western systems fall apart.
Coordination ain’t a crime,
 It’s how you build in real time.

Yo… 
We the real deal. 
We don’t blink. 
We don’t flinch. 
We don’t lie for coins.

We speak for the youth, 
For the truth, 
For the species that still dreams of peace.

And if the West won’t evolve, 
Then let the world rise without it.

This is the track that breaks the silence. 
This is the cipher that rewrites the script. 
This is the anthem of the brinkwalkers. 
And we? 
We don’t miss.

The Ritz! (feat. Quadeca & Perc3I)

Mikeyus