Welcome to the WASTELAND. An auditory journey through a dead and decaying world. A provocative and spiritual look into the darkness inside mankind, to remind us if we let pain and hate enslave us, we will forever be chained to a destiny of despair. However there is always a choice to be better and to find light and love, no matter the circumstance. 

Follow The Light / Verdict Records 2025 
All songs preformed by  Purptools


The Sandstorm (Tekoda)

Pleasantries is where calm meets chaos… a soulful blend of RnB, hip-hop, and jazz where reflection turns into rhythm. The track opens with a spoken meditation on endurance, slides into a velvet-smooth female hook, and lands with a rapper’s insight — wisdom sharpened by experience. It’s not about pretending life’s easy, it’s about smiling through the storm and finding grace in your grind.

Every line breathes patience, composure, and quiet strength… a reminder that the child who bears his burden with a smile carries divine favor. This is more than music — it’s a mood, a mindset, a mantra for the ones still standing tall when the world tests their peace.

Plasantries

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—(Wooh)
Heh, ayy, ayy, ayy (Let’s go)
I talk to my stick like it’s therapy (Pow)
Whole block move when I breathe heavy (Skrrt—yeah)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Verse 1]
I read the trap like it’s art class (Art)
Color the opps red, no hall pass (Splash)
He talk slick, got jaw glass (Clack)
I don’t shoot twice—nah, I broadcast (Click—yeah)
Used to bag zips in my mom’s vase (Ha!)
Now I stack bands in my hard case (Cash)
Told shorty, “You cute,” she said, “Wrong face” (Damn)
I’m too high—confused my plug with my court case (Yeah, yeah)
I’m laughin' in pain like a meme page (Meme!)
Stick talk sound like a beat change (Boom boom!)
He flexed his rent like it’s free range (Free!)
Now he duckin' birds, that’s a street game (Duck!)

(Yeah, yeah—let’s go!)
I’m paintin' the scene with a hollow tip (Brush!)
Designer smell like apocalypse (Pow!)
My wrist froze—anthropologist (Ice!)
My block deep, anthropologic shit (Gang!)
Weird art, but the blood pure (Pure)
You text “where?” I text “secured” (Yeah)
I do math with the pack, that’s obscure (Obscure)
Add it up—subtract who unsure (Woooh!)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Verse 2]
So much drip that it clogged the drain (Splash!)
So much aim that it curved the frame (Bow!)
So much slang that it birthed a name (Yeah)
They say I’m weird, but I earn my lane (Earn it!)
My plug do yoga with the vacuum seal (Stretch)
He balance weight, that’s a real skill (Real)
He told me calm down, I said, “Chill?” (Chill?)
Then I blinked once and the pot spilled (Damn)

Nigga said he slide, but he Uber pooled (He did)
I just laugh—gang think that’s cruel (Ha!)
My blick got manners, it say “excuse” (Pop!)
Right before it teach a quick rule (Brrrra!)
Nigga wear cap like graduation day (Yeah)
Still can’t pass where I navigate (Nah)
Talkin' Picasso, I illustrate (Bang)
Put your crew in a still frame, annotate (Click!)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah—let’s go!)
I’m abstract, but I’m active too (Uh huh)
I paint bars in the avenue (Drip)
Got a Glock like it’s camera view (Flash)
Say “cheese,” he freeze, that’s gratitude (Freeze up!)
Every bar coded, barcode—wooh (Scan it)
Plug text me: “art sold”—true (Facts)
They study my flow like a lost scroll (Scroll)
My stick the brush—your face the wall (Bang!)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—(Skrrt!)
I pray to the paint and the pistol (Pistol)
I laugh at the beef, it’s official (Ha!)
Art in the trap, that’s a visual (Yeah)
Abstract but I’m still criminal (Still!)
(Gang—Wooh—Yeah)

Beam Talk [Prod. PMO Music]

The Game Of The Damned

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Be The One

Hunger

About U

But I remember
Fleeting shells sinking ever slowly
Folding downwards, into themselves
Forever tearing along the seams of the sky
Until nothing remains except the eternal ghost
And you ask yourself...
Could there be anything greater than this?

The Sandstorm (Tekoda)

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