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MiSS YoUR TOucH

Dance Me / Angel Wings (feat. Mazze)

MiSS YoUR TOucH (feat. Mazze)

SLXMPED:
Heard that hoe was mad because she left me before living lavish.
I just smoke a pen and laugh up at the fact I count the bread and
I don’t ever gotta stand in front of someone misdirected  
Undiagnosed bitch she don’t ever get the message.
I got I got hella visions that I see everyday. 
Bad Bitches giving brain while massaging my brain.
What the fuck could you say other than that shit great.
I ain’t ever seen bitch that be honest as day. 
But where the fuck she at I just gotta know man. 
But I know for a fact I don’t mind the hoeflation.

Prtysunknxwn:
Step up in the dark with the blade on my hip.
Pull up on the floor when I'm fuckin taking a sip.
Bass is on the truck make the whole fucking block dip.
Eyes roll back let the demons out of that script. (uh)
Voices in my head say "don't play nice".
Life is like a gamble I be rolling up the fucking dice.
Mixin up the bitches like I'm cooking in a crock pot herbs and spice. 
Chains up on my neck cold heart like some fuckin ice.
Mixin bitches in the pot let it boil let it rot creeping in the shadows like a city on my lot
Mixin bitches in the pot stir it up make it hot.
If they talkin too loud bitch then the bodies get to drop.

T0MB R0T/M!X!NB!TCHES (Feat. Prtysunknxwn) (Prod. Requiem Cult)

adunimah

PLEASANTLY DISAPPOINTED - [CRAWDAD SNIPER - SHRED LIGHTLY (ANFERNY BOOTLEG)]

You smell that? That’s the smell of burnt rubber, cold rain, and broken promises. Welcome to the Mean Streets kid. 

You ever hear jungle breaks echoing through an empty parking garage at 3 a.m.? That’s what this is for. Mean Streets is built for late-night runs and lost causes. It's a drum and bass tribute to the golden age of the PlayStation, back when everything felt faster, dirtier, realer. Back when we were still counting polygons kid. 

Think Wipeout 2097, Ridge Racer, Need for Speed. This is the sound of busted-up jungle drum and bass straight from a memory card left in the rain.

Yeah, there's liquid DnB in here, even some future garage, the kind that creeps in when the streets are empty and the rain won’t stop and you can't get those damned memories outta your head. But don’t get it twisted kid, the heart of this record is that early-2000s jungle mayhem. The stuff that came out of blown speakers and off bootleg discs. That sound that made you drive too fast and care too little.

So here’s your induction, rookie. The Mean Streets don’t care who you are. But if you’re gonna race out here, you better have the right soundtrack. And now, you do.

This one's for fan's of low-poly dreams, 160 BPM mistakes, and the kind of nights you don't come back grom the same. If you like early jungle, Source Direct, LTJ Bukem and PS1-era Drum & Bass you're gonna like this. 

Wounded Animals

7weeks3days flip

Club lights flashin’, bottles up, toast quick,
Diamonds on my chain, got ’em dancin’ on the wrist.
Cash flow dirty but the lifestyle clean,
Pull up heavy whips, tinted out, unseen.
Fake smiles in my face, I can read that hate,
Snakes blend in close, tryna eat my plate.
Every night’s a movie, but the reel ain’t sweet,
Party with the wolves while I’m guardin’ my seat.

Verse 2
Money on my mind, stack racks, no slack,
Talk slick once, then you never come back.
Feds in the cut, gotta move low key,
Friends turn to foes, can’t trust no G.
Everybody say “ride,” but they switch when it’s hot,
One wiretap call, whole block get caught.
Rule one: never fold, keep your mouth on lock,
Play the game by the code or you end up shot.

Verse 3
Homie snitched out, put my name in his plea,
Said “forever we brothers,” guess forever ain’t free.
We bled for the hustle, now he runnin’ with feds,
Traded loyalty for freedom with a price on my head.
Heart cold now, I don’t love no soul,
Keep my burner loaded, never trust what’s told.
Fake hugs, fake dap, I done seen too much,
Street life costly — gotta pay for trust.

Verse 4
Wild parties, big tables, champagne rain,
But behind all the laughter there’s a shadow of pain.
Watch close, every toast got a dagger inside,
See the envy in they eyes while they clap and they smile.
One slip, one word, that’s a coffin or cell,
So I keep my circle tighter than a wishin’ well.
No names, no talk, silence deep in my speech,
Only code in my life is the code that I teach.

Verse 5
Kilos in the trunk, hundred bands in the safe,
Life gamble every move, can’t afford one mistake.
Either ball or you fall, ain’t no middle ground,
So I stack till I’m gone, keep my name renowned.
Enemies lurk close, tryna plot my fall,
But the closest ones to you gon’ hurt you most of all.
Blood thicker than water? Not in this biz,
Seen brothers turn Judas just to dodge a bid.

Verse 6
From the gutter to the mansion, scars still burn,
Every dollar that I touched was a lesson I earned.
Snakes in designer, rats in the crew,
Once the cuffs come out, then the lies come too.
I walk with the shadows, trust none, just me,
Every bond in the game come with hidden fees.
Fast life glitter, but the dirt run deep,
One snitch, one slip, put your empire to sleep.



7weeks3days flip

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