🔥 🔥 🔥 love this one your wordplay is on point My Guy def gonna be Bumpin this in the Whip 🔥 🔥 🔥

NORD DIVISION -BESSMERTNI- Topic – LUMPAKI (YAZHEYAO BEATS ....m4a

Ikigai - Ти співала щоб віддати (Official Audio)

lyrics:
you don’t have to lie 
you won’t last
survive the fall
so small without me
we don’t have to die
we don’t have to 
if we never were alive

sitting in my room watching anime
laminate tops of the ramen eating ten a day
i just wanna vibe 
i don’t wanna slide to your party already tied up
honey why you cry 
hold my heart
wiping your eyes up
but it’s raining
i’m paying for something real
shared experiences, meals, and the 
ways we tend to feel
i don’t need a record deal
i’m amazing on my own 
and i reckon all the labels decided to hit my
phone simultaneous for reasons extraneous
yeah they see i hit a million and they see
how “in fame he is”
but they’ll never know my talent
love my fans or what pain he is in
keep saying my name you was
never really the brainiest kid

why’d i wait to do what the fuck i wanted to
i like my fate
you tryna deduce the honest truth
i might pray for you and it is my honor to
try not waste away

(chorus)

still sitting in my room watching animations
stay patient and you can change the whole nation
spit it abrasive cuz real art is evasive 
but not a race 
it’s not about whatchu can get away with 
i made this song half a decade ago
i think it’s funny how they call hindsight 2020
i’ve made a lot of money and lost a lot of friends 
but made a lot more family til the end 
blueberry pie that’s that food for your soul
til i grow cold spit shit bolder then control + b 
on the pc 
rap till i d-i-e 
spread love til i’m no longer me

i can’t wait 
to do what the fuck i want
gotta decide my fate
you trying to find the truth
every night i pray 
for you and it is my honor to
sing for you today

(chorus)

blueberry pie (2020 + 2025) (prod. tsuyunoshi)

more music soon... yeah scwipz!
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They call me scriptz but im waiting on this shit

dreams are bending in the light, shadows lurking like a gift

picking up on these daphodils, im  petal rippin bitch

metal cocked back for the fuckboy creepin on my hymnss

Yeah Im him, godly body with the sawed off shotty got the red dotty land this fuckin hotty, im like kami cept now im above this, Im in the writing

Im the language on the wall, im the terminal im the fall - culduhsaq is where I land  and then I lunge out, never starts

I cant see this and im seething, married death but I need a prenup   - lose my breath I wanted evil, got a quest and now Im heaving 

its too much and im uneven, losing balance from this dreamin - going far but I cant see it - vision dying cuz im leaking...............

--blood is on the ground - laking round

knights around the table red surrounded what I founded

started a grass-roots movement got some students

wasn't much but my depth is proven

flows for days and my wisdom ruthless

art of war this planet suits it....

MOTHER TONGUE (PROD. NEKK)

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Просто пали, як я падаю вверх
Я в худі all black — час починати
Бруду в думках менше, бруду у чартах
Хочеш забрати усе — будь готовий втрачати, втрачати, втрачати, втрачати все
Хай усі підуть, лишуся я і плани
Твої слова мене більше не ранять
Пали, як я падаю вверх

Я весь в проблемах, знаєш, я навіть звик вже
Доля грає на нервах, та я меломан —
можна гучніше?
Пхаю своє тіло уперед
Та чомусь всі упереджені
Вивезу і сам, мені не вперше вже
Вулиці дають багато, та не все — бери обережно
Я в худі all black, і я black в цьому hood'і
Повір, тобі не зайдуть мої будні
Виліз із бруду — і знову у бруді
Знову на студії

Просто пали, як я
Просто пали, як я

Просто пали, як я падаю вверх
Я в худі all black — час починати
Бруду в думках менше, бруду у чартах
Хочеш забрати усе — будь готовий втрачати, втрачати, втрачати, втрачати все
Хай усі підуть, лишуся я і плани
Твої слова мене більше не ранять
Пали, як я падаю вверх

Фрай - Олблек

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Demons in the Pomade .m4a

Shadows of Addictions

Pantheon Of Ash + ᴮʸ ᴾˡˢᴰⁿᵗᶜʰᵃˢᵉ

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Temple of Echoes ⛩️🔊

This isn’t just music — it’s a reboot protocol.
Each track is a mental hack, a spoken-code designed to reset thought patterns, awaken awareness, and merge spirituality with digital architecture.
From BOOT SEQUENCE to CODE OF FIRE (SIGMA 13 EDIT), every verse is a command-line for self-sovereignty.

DREAM DEBUGGER

[Verse 1]
Echoes in the skull, bones rattle like loose change in a pocket full of regrets,
Sweat on the sheets, solo symphony of screams I never let escape the net.
Fingers claw at ghosts, grip slips on the ladder I built from broken bets,
Every step a stutter, tumbling back to the pit where the heart forgets.
Whispers from the walls, "You fumbled again, king of the almost-there throne,"
Mirror cracks a grin, shows the clown crown I wear when I'm alone.
Pills scatter like confetti from a party that ended before it begun,
Chasin' tail lights of dreams that swerve and leave me spun.
Fury bubbles low, a storm in the gut twistin' slow,
Punch the pillow pretendin' it's the face of the me I let go.
Nights bleed into days, a cycle of "why" and "what if" chains,
Solo in the storm, drownin' in the rain of my own dumb pains.

[Chorus]
Alone in the wreckage, fists to the sky but the clouds just laugh,
Fuckin' up the script, every line a glitch, aftermath crash.
Shadows tag along, pullin' strings on this puppet show farce,
Never nail the landing, always the spark that fizzles harsh.

[Verse 2]
Kitchen floor confessions to the fridge hummin' lullabies of loss,
Bottle caps collection, trophies for the nights I crossed my own boss.
Friends fade like smoke signals I misread in the fog of my flaws,
Dial tones mock the calls I chicken out on, clawin' at closed doors.
Double dip in despair, heir to the error, terror in the mirror stare,
Pair of eyes hollow, swallow the sorrow till it chokes the air.
Schemes unravel quick, brick by brick I stack the blame game wall,
Fall through the cracks, tracks of tears map the crawl back to crawl.
Rage ripples out, shout at the void but it spits back silence thick,
Pick at the scabs of "shoulda," blood drips rhythmic, sick tick-tock trick.
Wander the warehouse mind, aisles of "if only" stocked high,
Supply run for sanity always comes up dry.

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Ceiling stares back judgmental, paint peels like promises I shred,
Bed a battlefield, bullets of doubt lodged deep in the head.
Solo jam session, guitar strings snap under frantic fret press,
Mess of melodies mournin' the moves I second-guess.
Entendres double-edged, hedge bets on the edge where I ledge-dive,
Alive but barely, parley with the dark that makes me thrive? Nah, jive.
Turkey in the straw, draw the short one every raffle round,
Ground swallows the sound of my stumbles, profound pound.
Ire ignites sporadic, erratic static in the brain pan fry,
Try to tie the noose on the blues but the knot always slips by.
Drift through the driftwood days, waves of "wrong" crash relentless,
Defenseless in the deluge, foolish fuel for the endless.

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
Drawer full of drafts, half-baked plans that bake in the regret oven,
Shovin' down the doubt but it bubbles up, sudden gut punch lovin'.
Echo chamber solo, polo shirt stained with the sweat of "almost won,"
Done before the dawn, withdrawn from the race I never run.
Fumble fingers on the keys, pleas to the ether go unanswered flat,
Scatterbrained cat chasin' its tail in the trap I set, splat.
Wrath whispers sweet, "Smash it all," but the hammer hand shakes weak,
Leak of fury feeble, retrieval of the pieces? Nah, too bleak.
Rhyme ricochet wild, child of the chill that kills the thrill slow,
Flow folds under the weight of the wait, plate full of "no."
Linger in the limbo lounge, lounge lizard lappin' up the lone,
Bone-tired, wired wrong from the jump, home in the groan.

[Outro Verse]
Final flick of the lighter, ignite the night with a sigh that sighs deep,
Creep through the creep of the keep I can't escape, sleep a thief.
Beef with the reflection, deflection of the truth hits like a brick,
Sick of the script flip, trip on the rip in the seam, quick.
Alone? Yeah, etched in the etch of the etch-a-sketch shake,
Mistake parade marches on, dawn breaks on the fake awake.
Fury fades to flicker, thicker than the mist but mistier still,
Chill pill swallowed whole, hole in the soul that time can't fill.

Alone In The Wreckage

Fallout

Street sermon energy. Razor Jaxx preaches the “dead weight gospel” — the spiritual truth that sometimes the holiest thing you can do is let go of people who are dragging you to the grave.

Cutting Season

DEAD WEIGHT GOSPEL

PRESIDENTIAL

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