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Deposit . Familia. Ft BIZOE

TOP SHOTTERS(x MOTLEY)

FEW BUCKS ft. JAWDZ BANGA

Unfortunately I could be getting sent on a holiday for parole reasons. Wish me the best of luck and love. Dropping this song today , recorded & written in 2021 produced by RossoBeats
Mixed/Mastered by Deeza
Full album with Wombat finalised features include Rates, Flowz, Dwizofoz and more 
Aus 2 UK also Otw and not to mention my project with Tbish. 
Anyone tryna contact me hit up the people closest to me 

Love you all. Minor set back for a major comeback.

“SHOOTOUTS” EMCEE RAJ X ROSSOBEATS

Track from the Disorderly Conduct Mixtape!

Pay The Price - Carmer & Disapate Ft. Bfumez (Prod. By Ofer)

[Intro – Spoken Over Beat Drop]
These streets don’t pray… they whisper.
Every corner got a verse, if you listen close enough.
This is for the kids who write psalms in chalk on the sidewalk.

[Verse 1 – Soulful Storytelling]
I seen prayers written in blood on bricks
Kids with halos made of cigarette flicks
Mama cryin' over a rent slip and missed shifts
While her baby out taggin’ truth on the district

I was raised by corner sermons and sirens
Old heads preachtin’ wisdom through violence
“Don’t trust cops, but trust the silence”
Every loss got a verse, every grave got guidance

My brother got shot wearin’ church shoes
Tryna leave the life — that’s old hood news
Now his pic on a pole with a candle flame
But his name still echo in the windowpane

[Chorus – Gospel-Style, Melodic Hook]
Concrete psalms, from the mouths of the hurt
We baptize pain in this city dirt
No choir, just choirs of ghosts in the halls
We sing to survive — not to praise or to fall

Hands to the sky with the weight on our palms
Still spittin’ truth like concrete psalms

[Verse 2 – Wordplay + Depth]
We wrote scripture on the backs of receipts
Flipped groceries for weeks just to eat
And when the pastor said, “Turn the other cheek”
I asked him, “Which one when the cops stomped me in the street?”

This ain’t holy — it’s hope in decay
Where the youth light candles just to see the way
Where a dollar’s more sacred than a prayer chain
And love feel foreign as a clean vein

But still — I pen bars like I’m pressin’ roses
In books of loss that the block composes
I ain’t perfect, but I speak like I’m chosen
'Cause I seen the sun rise where most feel frozen

[Bridge – Spoken Word Over Piano]
They say we just thugs with pens…
But our ink don’t dry — it stains time.
This ain’t rap — it’s scripture from the sidewalk shrine.

[Final Chorus – With Choir Layer]
Concrete psalms, we don’t need a steeple
Just a beat and the truth of broken people
We rise in the rhythm of boots and loss
And pray that our words still reach across

Hands to the sky with the weight on our palms
Still spittin’ truth like concrete psalms

Concrete Psalms

whack life

Oaser - Luna.51 | Painless

Freakin out they watchin me
PEEPIN WITH THEIR EVIL EYES!!

RECORDED MIXED AND MASTERED BY DORE

Oaser - Luna.51 | Painless

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