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All I Got

HELLRAISER

Trap Freestyle

Tomorrow (prod by VI$IÖNS)

God's Country

Palm Springs (feat. KayCyy)

Whatchu Mean?

See so much in me

Fallen Angels

Dark Country Boom Bap

Yeah… they meet in the pines where the moonlight don’t reach
Red robes, black hearts, and the screams never leak
Boom bap in the holler, truth in the smoke
This one’s for the children that they never let spoke…[Hook]
They drink from the cup in the underground chapel
Little bones in the fire while the blue-bloods cackle
Rulin’ every nation with a serpent-coil grip
If we don’t cut the head off, the world gon’ slip
Hang ‘em from the oak tree, let the crows have a feast
The elite gotta bleed for the sins of the beast
One rope, one match, no mercy, no trial
Satan’s landlords burn tonight in the country-boombap style  [Verse 1]
Midnight in the mansion, marble floors stained red
Politicians and princes with a child in the bed
Private jets to the island, manifest say “cargo”
Cameras catch the smile when the cargo can’t argue
They own the banks, the screens, the pills and the wars
Feed us fear for breakfast while they settle old scores
Ritual in the basement, candles made of fat
Inverted cross on the ceiling, pentagram doormat
They laugh when we fight left, they laugh when we fight right
Same hand pullin’ strings on both sides of the night
Inherited evil, blue blood never thins
Generations of devils wearin’ human skins  [Hook]  [Verse 2]
Preacher on the payroll, pastor with the goat head
Sunday sermon money built the tunnel where they’re both dead
Hollywood glowin’, but the light is from the pyre
Every missin’ child poster fuel for their fire
They put the symbols in the videos, laugh when we stream
Turn trauma to profit, turn a soul to a meme
Central banks printin’ despair by the billion
While the chosen few feast on the blood of the children
No conspiracy—this is history in plain sight
Just read the guest list from the night flight
We ain’t askin’ for justice, we tired of the charade
Torch in one hand, pitchfork, rope, and spade  [Bridge – half-spoken, low and mean]
Mama cried when the news said “suicide”
But the shotgun was left-handed and he shot from the right
Daddy swore that the sheriff looked away too long
Now the choir sings vengeance in a minor-key song  [Final Hook – slower, heavier drums]
So strike the match, let the pine trees burn black
No saviors comin’—we takin’ the world back
From the castle to the bunker, every crown gotta crack
When the people start swingin’, ain’t no comin’ back
Hang ‘em from the oak tree, let the crows have a feast
The elite gotta bleed for the sins of the beast
One rope, one match, end of the bloodline
Satan’s landlords burn tonight… and the boom bap keeps time  [Outro – fading slide guitar, distant church bell, then silence]
Tell the devil we comin’…
And we ain’t knockin’. [Drop that on a dusty beat with a swung boom bap loop and some eerie fiddle, and it’ll rattle bones in every hollow]

Blood On The Pentagram

Naptown legend✌🏾

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Tomorrow (prod by VI$IÖNS)

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