Knowing My Worth

1:44 Freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah…
Cross me once, and I won’t forget…
I’ll be behind you every step…
Do me wrong once, I’ll follow you to your grave.


[Hook]
Do me wrong once, I’ll follow you to your grave,
Every lie you spit, every move you made,
I’m the shadow in the night, the storm that won’t fade,
Mess with me, fool — your soul’s what I crave.


[Verse 1]
I see your mask, I know your disguise,
Every smile you fake, every alibi,
I’m the venom in your veins, the chill in your spine,
Cross me once — you’ll never be fine.
I move in silence, unseen, unheard,
Every whisper of revenge is a sharpened word,
You think it’s over? Nah, I’m patient, I wait,
Step outta line — I’ll meet you at your fate.


[Hook]
Do me wrong once, I’ll follow you to your grave,
Every lie you spit, every move you made,
I’m the shadow in the night, the storm that won’t fade,
Mess with me, fool — your soul’s what I crave.


[Verse 2]
I track your footsteps, I haunt your dreams,
Nothing’s ever hidden, nothing’s as it seems,
Your guilt’s my playground, your fear’s my song,
Do me wrong once — you won’t last long.
I’m relentless, malicious, no mercy inside,
Every slip of your tongue, every place you hide,
I’m the nightmare that lingers when the lights go dim,
Cross me once — your end begins with him.


[Bridge]
No second chances, no way to repent,
Your past is my weapon, your fate is cement,
I’m coming, I’m patient, I’m the echo you crave,
Do me wrong once — I’ll follow you to your grave.


[Outro]
Do me wrong once, I’ll follow you to your grave,
Every lie you spit, every move you made,
I’m the shadow in the night, the storm that won’t fade,
Mess with me, fool — your soul’s what I crave.
Yeah… I’ll follow you to your grave.

Do Me Wrong Once I'll Follow You To Your Grave!!

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Empire in Ashes

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A neuro-electronic descent into distorted euphoria.
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MIND VIRUS

Freestyle collab on the Wide Open Phonk Track. with HTX's kr3wLog!k.  Check out the original track inspiration. (not downloadable due to feat.)

Lyrics:

Wide Open. 
Ten toes down. Let the 808 bleed. 
Wide open. 

Full throttle, yeah, I'm wide open
In the streets, that phonk, you know it got me rollin' 
Middle fingers up, yeah, I'm wide open 
All black, that Chevy Nova got me coastin' 

Full throttle, yeah, I'm wide open 
In the streets, that phonk, you know it got me rollin' 
Middle fingers up, yeah, I'm wide open 
All black, that Chevy Nova got me coastin' 

Yeah, I'm a fiend, kill the scene, I'm a ghost in the smoke 
Steppin' on these rappers' heads, I evoke what they choke on 
It ain't a joke, mane, I'm bespoke with the speech 
Got my partner, he's a scholar of the street, he outta reach
Posted bail, inhale the fumes from the tire 
We mobbin' through the city, illuminated by the fire 
Lookin' for the drop, anonymity's the mission 
We ain't for the talking, static intermission, no competition. 

Full throttle, yeah, I'm wide open
 In the streets, that phonk, you know it got me rollin' 
Middle fingers up, yeah, I'm wide open 
All black, that Chevy Nova got me coastin' 

Full throttle, yeah, I'm wide open 
In the streets, that phonk, you know it got me rollin' 
Middle fingers up, yeah, I'm wide open 
All black, that Chevy Nova got me coastin' 

This ain't no rental, this is temporal displacement 
Straight muscle, on the hustle, from the basement 
Keep that engine clean, a mean, obscene machine 
Gotta keep these haters checked, collect my guillotine 
The 808 is slappin', shakin' concrete from the wall 
Cowbell loop hypnotic, make 'em stumble, make 'em crawl 
I'm the apparition, shadow in the neon fog 
They try to catch the vibe, they just glitch inside the smog. 

They just see the taillights fadin', pixelated 
Red streaks in the dark, isolated, overstated 
It don't matter, just the patterns on the pavement 
Analog decay, this is my enslavement 
Turn the static up until the speakers overload 
Just me and the machine, we on a different code
Lost in the feedback scream, a homicidal dream  
Yeah, they'll never catch the scheme 

Full throttle, yeah, I'm wide open
In the streets, that phonk, you know it got me rollin' 
Middle fingers up, yeah, I'm wide open 
All black, that Chevy Nova got me coastin' 

Full throttle, yeah, I'm wide open 
In the streets, that phonk, you know it got me rollin' 
Middle fingers up, yeah, I'm wide open 
All black, that Chevy Nova got me coastin'

Wide Open (Phonk'd Freestyle Mix)

Scatman's World (Klomber Flip) [Tribute]

Not Built Like Me

No Face Left makes no compromises. No Face is not just me — it’s you, the listener.

This isn’t about clout or chasing likes. It’s about building something real, bigger than the system, bigger than ego.

Every track is dedication — no copy, no paste. Every beat, every sample is chosen with intent. This is creation.

I don’t want shows — I want experiences. Harder than any venue, greater than any festival. And I can’t build it alone. Editors, designers, visionaries — step in. This is more than music.

So don’t hate me. Hate me only if you fear the vision.
Ask yourself: are you just listening, or already inside it?

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