FUCKED UP OF THAT.........CANT FINISH SENTENCES

I aint gon lie this instrumental flames famo

COVER ARTWORK : MYRON
ARTIST : MOTLEY ZEALOT
PRODUCTION : DARINGER
ENGINEERING : MYRON & H.SPINN
MIXING & MASTERING : MYRON

Over Gold - Single

LORD, FORGIVE ME [OVER GOLD] ~ MYRONS MIX

Send Me To The Sky (Prod. Carson Brosnan)

god help

COVER ARTWORK : CHIBES
ARTISTS : THE AUROR, XERXES, BISHOP, & KILLEDBYNATURE
PRODUCTION : KING KILLAH & MYRON
ENGINEERING : KING KILLAH & MYRON
MIXING & MASTERING : MYRON

"555 (Lonely)"  - Single

555 (lonely) f. xerxes x bishop x killedbynature p. king killah x bela kiss

all for fun. prod by icedoutray






i just took a trip to the 8th dimension
my bitch got add she cant pay attention
if you aint tryna slide then get out my mentions
niggas to my side like some fuckin henchmen
me and my niggas ridin like the goonies
ima goon off the shroomies
yeah im tryna fuck, bitch sue me
tired of niggas rappin bout shit they aint really doing
kick the bitch out she moving
shoot the whole clip movie
rock the fro cuz im groovy
too much lsd now im loony
say you a shooter prove it
pop a perc im snoozin 
fuck the bitch till she drooling
i cannot be bullied
dont leave the crib without my toolie
got the bitch seein 2 of me cuz i slipped 2 in her drink
im in tune u outta sync
when you around me cant think
smokin loud and it stink
jewel crown ima king 
i cannot be defeated
max level low ping
he on the internet heated


Rayylmao im in the sun like photosynthesis 
Fucked up off that…… cant finish sentences
lil bitch say she love me cant do companionship
fuckin up my life quick still managin 
hit her once then abandon the bitch
so much smoke like im vanishin
new pistol hurt my hand with it
cut em up one hand n shit
on some different planet shit
witta Slimthick hispanic bitch 
walk around with my hand on my hip 
i feel like a feminist 

keep a pistol like csgo
too many opiates TMO
she broke my heart i aint EMO
my plug deliver like domino’s
she top me off in a neck pillow
we aint friends dont wave hello
choppa hurt ya like some damn legos
bitch eat me like some damn eggos


you aint bout that life quit tryna hide it nigga
i been doing coke since the day that i tried it nigga
outta my siblings i had be the violent nigga
i dont even really leave da house ion like you niggas
goddamn ray you still
sleep man the sun is up
i just hit a shot crossmap with no fuckin luck
popped a whole bottle
fuck my stomach up 
too much dust got me throwin up
i get the gold you a runner up

TWEAKIN

follow @hmlfortrizz and @rayylmao360  on IG

CLOCKTOWER feat. Trizzy (remastered)

BEAT UP THE PLUG (+fuckkjon) (prod. EGODEATH + CORESAP)

“Fire"opens with an exhausted parent on their first day off in weeks, white-hot rage ready to burn down a broken system—until reality intervenes. "Standby Captain." Because when you're the only one your family can rely on in corporate America, there are no real breaks.

What follows is a surgical dissection of how extractive empires maintain control: separating children from parents within weeks of birth, breaking family bonds, then flooding kids with "educational content" designed to hook them before they can think critically. Mom and Dad are too busy working multiple jobs to notice their children being programmed by curriculum that keeps them away from actual books.

The track exposes the rigged game where corporate moguls started with Boardwalk and millions, passing Go thousands of times before anyone else even stepped to the starting line. It's Monopoly on a civilizational scale—no reciprocity, no balanced books, just extraction and legal fictions that treat pieces of paper as constitutional persons.

Through the metaphor of "cultural cremation," the artist burns away the surface lies to reveal the skeletal structure underneath: holographic political theater performed by crowned clowns, while shadows coordinate cons and launder legitimacy through corporations and academic institutions. We once witnessed history being made; now we watch it being systematically erased.

The vampire imagery captures how these undead entities drain life from human bodies while projecting false prosperity. They claim we're making more money than ever while growing poorer every year—but nobody's listening to the contradiction.

The resolution comes through controlled fire rather than destructive rage. "Sometimes got to turn the gas down, just enough to warm the house"—the wisdom of protective parenting in a predatory system. Their children's lives matter more than any machine cog, any simulation, any propaganda spewing from the swamp that DC has become.

While corrupt delegates and representatives hide in underground luxury resorts beneath the National Mall, real people are "building, growing, grinding, striving to make heaven on earth." The contrast is stark: life-builders versus death-dealers, creators versus extractors.

The track ends with quiet defiance. Where others' fires have died out, this one still burns—controlled, purposeful, and impossible to extinguish. It's not about burning everything down anymore; it's about keeping the flame alive to light the way forward.

Fire" transforms personal exhaustion into systemic analysis, protective love into political resistance, and righteous anger into sustainable hope. It's a complete manifesto for anyone trying to stay human while building something better in the ruins of empire.

Fire[Explicit]

Island

natural math mix' -I'D RATHER HAVE A ROUND BLADE

I just hit a trickshot on acid

SPACE RANGER <3







XBOX GT: Trickaxe
rayplaysclaw@yahoo.com 
send beats

TWEAKIN

RAYYLMAO360

Recent comments

Cloudikinz

Dom$

Dom$

Trizzy (@hmlfortrizz)

Related tracks