YOU ARE NOT ALONE

engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics: 
you want it back then nigga shoot for it 
i been about it i’m a rude boy 
i bring it back then buss her down that bitch a chew toy 
true story 
tell her see ya later bitch i’m too gorey 
nude whores, hennessy and hatred got ya dude snorin 
ooo boy baby independent ridin down rodeo 
ain’t no way tho lame and underpaid is how a hater day go 
LMNOP i’m dropping D all on this instrumental 
break a fuckin bag and bring it back 
she wanna taste the rainbow 

cock back 
hit a hater brain 
watchin whatcha say 
ima pain 
hanging w the gang 
bangin 808s 
what a shame 
he just fakin plays
ain’t gon spray a thang 
buddy lame 
keep the razor blade 
aimin for your vein 
maintain, ima maintain 
w my main thang 
w the k sangin bang bang 
it gon rain pain 
mk with the blade 
aj w the hk 
make plays hit the stage 
spinning shit like beyblades 
hey babe..

now how ya doin hoe?
i keep some monsters in my deck 
just like it’s yuh gi oh
and bitch you never had it bring a mag or keep it movin hoe 
i bring the static if you mad then fuckin shoot me hoe 
delusional

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grimoire: noir ver.1.77 (prod. adjacen7 x MERCYKILL)

prod. Venxm

LYRICS:
fuck the Louie v
I need some ketamine
I been in a ditch 
since I was 17
crystal with the rum
got ahead of me
pour the lights up
with the melody
memory
fucked
suicide love
every body cut
like the drugs an the hennesy
syrup fulla mud
club fulla rot
I'm a get fucked
don't stop till 
the energy 
sending me

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only found peace
when the night go black

soul full of heat
but the ice grow fast

mould on the beef
but I'm cold with the 
cold with the

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only count teeth
when the knife don't catch

froze in my weeks
but the hoe ass fat
known by the beast
I'm at home with it
home with it

pour
cigarette smoke on it
ro ro ro 
run it down choke on it
bout 6'4 
you ain't got a toe to it
diamond pistol
sending shots coasting it

anthrax in the pack
but I'm toking it

fan gas to the stash
yea we roasting it

yo man it's on sight
get the rope fitted

toe tags double dice
yea we roll with it

tab bags getting passed 
outta focus

twin locusts
masked by the potion

no slow shit
fire in the ocean

split the high
to find
my mental broken

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only found peace
when the night go black

soul full of heat
but the ice grow fast

mould on the beef
but I'm cold with the 
cold with the

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only count teeth
when the knife don't catch

froze in my weeks
but the hoe ass fat
known by the beast
I'm at home with it
home with it

Blood. Cash.

TYSON

Freddie's Inferno

Limbo

lyrics:

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

Put a cap in his ass
Feel the wrath
I'ma drag to the back of house
Put a stack on X'ing him out
If a man wanna fuck with mine
Laugh at him now
Hit a nigga, put a rag in his mouth
I don't really think of asking twice
Blast and I'm out, what a god damn ass of a clown
Cut a fucker then I dug a ditch
Cuz I never knew another motherfucker
Wanna gut a motherfucker much as Rezzy
I'm in love with this

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

a cold day in hell (prod. adjacen7)

OPERATION: NEMESIS

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KILL YOURSELF (Part III)

KILL YOURSELF SAGAS XI-XV DROPS 05/26

[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE}

2 strikes
turn that pussy to a sacrifice
slash n gut the gar
ash the blunt and park
roll the window down and ask the price
i've always hated flashing lights
i'd rather grab the mask and knife
snag the cash in spite the fact i smashed your bitch for asking nice
i'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
i bag the ice
ignite the rags in gasoline
one strike of the match and now we talking thrice
3 strikes
i might forget the events of tonight
ruby all bite
leave em bleeding
leave the scene and say goodnight

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

if we got business motherfucker
let me know
everybody know my rep since 1994
i don't swing high if i got that nine
bitch in Calvin Klein
blunts borderline
fuck it still smoke it anyway
i be that suicidal worshipped idol
filled up with that medication
burning bibles 
grab your child
chopper style a generation
reading revelations got me thinking
been ready to die but i ain't got no fucking patience
you feel me

[VERSE III: SHAKEWELL]

waking up dirty sodas get poured in
i had some blues, but i sold em
keep k's in glocks, but they stolen
i might just flip em and profit
makin more off licks
run your pockets
my OG's poppin a rocket
i pray to God they free Gozm
but God don't hear me
these prophets is all too fake so i'm mobbin
if you can't get em
i got em
pull up and handle the problem
squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
now you standing bloody can't breathe
got goonies who gone off that tweak
sip syrup and drank Hennessy
that just be the truth through these streets

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

VENOM (FEAT. SHAKEWELL)

[VERSE I: Lil Cig]

Northside shorty pull up in a drop top
3 AM with the night back drop
popping on pills like I pop cough drops
multi-millionaire all from my laptop
slob on my knob until your jaw lock
came a long way from rocks in my sock
moon walk on the block
while I'm sipping on Wok
took a whole year off and we still on top
still the same boy that came from Jeffer Street
still the best friend that the devil keep
always burning up
triple six degrees
lock Scarecrow in hell and throw away the key

[HOOK: Lil Cig & 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
another day closer to death
time is ticking
hurry x 3

[VERSE II: 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
all the things that you were gonna do
you never did 'em
now you're wondering how come they never listen whenever you're talking
look who the fuck just walked in
time to clear the air
fuck that
I'll be coughing until my coffin
and in my coffin I won't toss and turn
instead I'll rest
I've earned some sleep 
let me dream up sheep
release me into the deep
cover up my head with the sheet
As the years go by
the same fuck girls will be fucking the same fuck boys
as the years go by
the same heroes you once had have been reduced to a toy
as the years go by
the drugs used to be fun
now, they've become a problem
as the years go by
before your life even begun
now, it's coming undone

PUTRID PRIDE

Lyrics:
(NIKKO)
Yeah
Yuh go ahead turn me up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 
Aye I ain’t come to play with any nigga in the building talking shit 
Bitch I’m here to start a mosh pit
Fuck 
Fuck with me if you want lose the head off your neck
Call me Pain cause I really came drop shit 
Fuck with me 
I’m from a bloody nose you best know how to buck city 
I jumped in pussy when I was about a buck Fifty 
And now I’m burning up 
Burners I gotta tuck with me 
You get fucked quickly 
I get my dick in the picture 
I love your aunt 
I love your sister 
Drink a pitcher my piss and then link yo bitch for motion picture 
Fuck her twisted audition 
I got her head in position 
I mix her blood with some vodka 
And keep her head in my kitchen 
It’s like rage on them 
Bitch I rain on them with the pain 
Pop his brains on him 
Bitch I’m James Harden with the range 
What you claim bitch 
I’m with the gang 
Pussy tuck your chain 
Cut your veins up against this grain 
Pussy think I’m playing 

Like reckless
Duck me at the show 
Imma catch you on the set list 
Eat them to the bone imma leave them with no flesh 
 Like reckless
Duck me at the show 
Imma catch you on the set list 
Eat them to the bone imma leave them with no flesh 

(XANAKIN)
Bitch
What up (what up)
I tell a fucking ugly bitch to shut up (re-re-reload)
Fucking with my niggas get you cut up (cut up)
I fuck up on a bitch I put her butt-up (butt up)
I hope you're really ready for this, whaddup
Hold up, wait a minute
That's the wrong song
My bad
Put it back
F-f-fuck nigga trying to get buck he get busted
Bitch scared of guns, but I really know the gunsmith
She suck a lot cause she know who I fuck with
She ain't fuck a lot so just know that I fucked it
I don't get fazed
That's my setup (setup)
Like at Six Flags you're getting wet up (wet up)
I need to take it
Time get my bread up (bread up)
Just wear a fucking mask when she fello
Ape shit
Niggas let their bitch suck my dick for a placement
Dirty ass ho
Fuck her ass
Let her taste it
Forty on my hip
I'm like Old Man Jenkins
I don't need a clip with a chica and an Asian

(NIKKO)
Like reckless
Duck me at the show 
Imma catch you on the set list 
Eat them to the bone imma leave them with no flesh 
 Like reckless
Duck me at the show 
Imma catch you on the set list 
Eat them to the bone imma leave them with no flesh

FLESH

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An icon of the post-SoundCloud era, $atori Zoom drifts within genres. Pulling from experimental rap, punk rock, goth, alternative, and electronic music, his sound lives in a space between resistance and reflection. With his 2019 breakout single “BUSTER,” $atori cut through the noise of the underground and built something deeper, catching the attention of major labels and fans alike.

Underneath his signature bandana and L.A. cap, he continues to craft a body of work that defies industry standards. His debut album ATTICA! (2022) redefined the Phonk genre with sharp lyricism and atmospheric detail, earning praise from DJ Paul (Three 6 Mafia), Xavier Wulf, and an ever-growing cult following drawn to the substance behind the style.

$atori’s influences include Joy Division, XXXTENTACION, The Germs, Crystal Castles, and Radiohead. His music reflects that same raw, deliberate, and emotionally charged spirit.

His upcoming album, BLACK MOON, is his most personal project yet: a dark, atmospheric body of work shaped by loss, isolation, and the quiet work of becoming something new. It doesn’t aim to impress or explain. It leans into the discomfort. The empty space.

BLZZRD

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