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Delete You From The Coven

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Beat Produced By Red-I Productions 1/3 of “Force of Nature” 
Lyrics by Tyson 1/3 of Force of Nature
This one is called “Conflicted”

Conflicted (new) Demo

Dirty Harry - Tight Wad


Newest member of the roster bringing more heat!!!

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Dirty Harry - Tight Wad (Prod. Lethal Needle)

Hard techno warehouse energy—drop in now and ride the storm.
Peak‑time kicks, industrial grit—enter the tunnel.
Acid‑laced hard techno for the 4AM warehouse.
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The Story
The plain was made of black salt, a horizon of matte crystals that swallowed reflections instead of returning them. Above it hung a sky the color of cooled iron. Nothing moved, not the thin grasses fossilized in place, not the distant ribs of petrified cactus, not the oval shadows that pooled where there should have been light. The air felt thick—like a held note, like a thought someone forgot to finish.

Out of that heldness, a figure stepped.

They were not armored or robed. They carried no tools, only a glass seed cupped in both hands, small enough to hide in a fist, heavy enough to pull the shoulders down. The seed was not luminous, but light noticed it; beams bent when it passed. The traveler steadied their breath until it matched the inaudible pulse threading through the ground. When they looked up, the horizon turned by a fraction, just enough to show that all horizons here were part of a wheel.

The wheel’s center was nowhere and everywhere, but its rim—the path—ran straight ahead. The traveler started walking.

Out past the fifth step, the salt exhaled spores that did not rise or fall. They hung, counting each other, arranging themselves into a body: a lank, cathedral-shouldered mushroom being with gills inscribed in teal. Its shadow formed before its cap; then its stem curled up from the shadow’s edge, a reversed sprout. The gills flexed, and stenciled onto the air between them appeared a silent string of equations shaped like vines.

The traveler paused without fear. The equations were invitations.

The mushroom lifted its arm. Halfway through the gesture, the arm became a cactus rib, green lacquer with glints of trapped suns. The rib arched overhead and, with a soft click of geometry, multiplied into a corridor: rib upon rib, an arcade of living anatomy, each curve fitted to the next by joints that whispered when they turned. Salt slipped out of salt, forming steps that did not look like steps until the traveler placed a foot on them and the ground agreed.

A corridor of ribs and spores opened toward a darkness that was not night, and the traveler crossed the threshold.

Beneath the ribs, the air acquired weight. Droplets formed on the cactus skin and beaded, each bead holding a world full of tiny weather. Where the beads grazed one another, prisms were born—micro-faceted insects that hummed without sound and flew in quivering constellations. Columnar forms extruded from the salt like glass trees, branches interlocking in a scaffold of perfect errors. Between branches, filaments stretched into a lattice, a graph of choices the traveler hadn’t made yet.

In the prisms, the traveler’s reflection wore a dozen futures. In some, the seed had already been planted; in others, the seed was a piercing and the sky was stitched to their skin. In one, there was no traveler at all, only the seed rolling like a planet where the ribs met the plain.

Continues on the website:
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(Street Violence) (FREESTYLE) COLLAB WITH  fo_ggy and xX_SyNiK_Xx  Credit to xX_SyNiK_Xx for the fire 🔥 bars and verses, and a BIG SHOUTOUT for all the hard work. great vibes on this collab.
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2nd VERSE: @fo_ggymusic 

(Street Violence) (FREESTYLE) COLLAB WITH fo_ggy and xX_SyNiK_Xx

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[FREE For Profit] 2000's | Hip Hop | 50 Cent Type Beat | "CARAIBI"

A multi-genre Experimental beat, one of the best type beat in favour. 
An oriental styled melody with Gu zheng & Koto strings

[Owned by Blue Celestial & Angela]

Weightless

YOU A SIMP ( Prod. Fendi4Luv)

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Dirty Harry - Tight Wad (Prod. Lethal Needle)

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