Remeber walking tru Brooklyn, Boombox on your shoulder, blaring late 80s hiphop? Yer neither do i, i was born in london.

ARTWORK:-
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PLUGINS USED -
Ujam Dope
Arcade Sample Kits - 
   -Raw Takes: Intrusive thoughts
   -Drum Machinery: Room Rocker
   -Particles: Inherit Galaxy

Boom Box

Boom Box - FREE BEAT -

Loud

BESA (Official Audio)

The Batman

Newest track from Drey Viloria. Hope you enjoy Path2Purity!

[Prod. By Drey Viloria]

Trapped

13 out on all platforms: Link Below! 👇
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Prod. Andrew Rapier x TYZN

13 - Single

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After experiencing so much rejection from a lot of people who I thought had my back I must now learn and understand that the only way I can truly be happy is if I accept what they did. Not because I agree with it in any way, but because I need to be free. I had that we fell out but I guess it had to happen, in order for me to experience true freedom.

It Happened They Are So Mean

This Song is Danger. One Listen You'll be Kicking Ass, Railing Coke, Plowing Ho’s, Giving No Fucks.

Happy 4th of July x0mbies!
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Blunted wit the hash, fuck the cash
If it doesn’t pass, jump on the track
Spill my heart to the ProTools
Old school, wit no rules
Know some fools
Who ain’t show me what’s cool
I was always myself, don’t ever try 2 help
Days I should remind myself
I still gotta climb for the wealth
The mountain is high, countin them dimes
Fed a fountain of lies, what I do
But get the town high
I paid the price of never making it right
Now I’ll blaze thru the night
Perhaps escaping my plight
I could make the darkness bright
I had harder fights, my heart is tight
I got chest pain, I’m cruisin' the death lane
Like I was never afraid
If I get better wit age
Then I'll never be dead in the grave
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Resurrect, no I never left
I’m back for the next check, wit that
I’ll put some bread on your head
I won’t pretend that we friends
No Skinz, No Ends
Deep breath, take it in, release
My brother’s soul is what I keep
Quite the feat to capiche
Man up and take the heat
You could speak your piece
Just not against your peeps
If you put your ear to the street
You could hear my heartbeat
And the nightmares of the park I’d sleep
Not a single tear that I’d weep
But I’ll grit my teeth, I don’t deserve this
Good luck, I'll call it bird shit
Word to my gift, I’ma wordsmith
Still yet 2 reach the best version
They couldn’t gift me a virgin
To entice me, no answer
But found what it might be
Thought it sounded unlikely
Get knocked down, you see what Mike see
In the Land of the Blind
I don’t need a hand to guide
Thru stanzas I rhyme
Blood thru the hammer’s design
You ain’t a fan of mine? I can’t deny
I don’t give a fuck... Wrap the ribbon up
I'm spittin tough, for the family
Gotta split the cut, I’m in the cut
Like salt in the wound, all but consumed
To fall in the doom, call me a goon
Shut in the padded wall room
Caged addict in a straitjacket
A new way, be great if I had it
Instead recreate tragic
I make magic, every sublime
By the next line, before I’m left to die
Muthafucka know that I’ma get mine
Big time.. Gary

In the Land of the Blind
I don’t need a hand to guide
Thru stanzas I rhyme
Blood thru the hammer’s design
Hope you understand my lines
After all, this the land of the blind
In the Land of the Blind
In the Land of the Blind
In the Land of the Blind, the one eye'd man is king.

The Batman

Bra$il