Colby and cigarettes off my debut, EP dropping whatever the fuck I want to ￼￼ featuring irrational ￼

Cold Beer and Cigs

[Verse 1]
In the shadows of power, where darkness breeds,

Warlords and criminals plant their greedy seeds.

They shred the rights of women, they tear down the young,

But the voice of the people is a song yet unsung.

Rise up together, we’ll shatter the chains,

[Chorus]
We won’t be silenced, we’ll shout through the pain,

For every child lost, for each drop of rain.

With courage we gather, we’re breaking the mold,

In this fight for our justice, our spirits won’t fold.

[Verse 2]
Across the borders, where injustice reigns,

We stand strong for freedom, in unity we gain.

The walls they erect can’t hold back the light,

As hope fills the air, we’ll fight for what's right.

Enough is enough, we reclaim this land,

[Chorus]
We won’t be silenced, we’ll shout through the pain,

For every child lost, for each drop of rain.

With courage we gather, we’re breaking the mold,

In this fight for our justice, our spirits won’t fold.

[Outro]
Fear not their empire, stand firm, be bold.

In the heart of the battle, our story unfolds.

War Lord Criminals

Feel

Blessed Day Ft. Complex

Unchrist by Orizon is a bold and thought-provoking exploration of spirituality, identity, and the struggle between faith and rebellion. With this album, Orizon pushes the boundaries of hip-hop by merging raw lyricism with deep religious and existential themes. "Unchrist" challenges conventional narratives of religion and society, reflecting the internal conflicts of the artist as they grapple with questions of belief, doubt, and self-discovery. Each track blends sharp wordplay with haunting beats, creating a sonic landscape that is both introspective and confrontational.

This is more than just an album; it’s a statement. Orizon’s unique voice and vision invite listeners to question the systems they are part of, offering a gritty yet poetic critique of modern-day spirituality and the search for meaning in a world that often seems at odds with truth.

children

Carhli Virus

CONVERSE

Pu$yElado

tote 2 w trinxty

a message lost in distortion.
god on hold, soul in reverb —
voices bend, sirens blur, faith don’t answer.
God$peedinhood bleeds over the drums,
nixsi floats through static like smoke through stained glass.
this isn’t a song, it’s a signal.

prod. by me.
recorded off-centre, mixed in sleep.

Untitled 15 (feat. God$peedinhood & nixsi)

Oscar New Guy

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