NEFARIOUS [FT. WHOKILLEDXIX] (IG: @zoomthrax)

LYRICS:
Sippin on that biccardi
She welcome me to the party
Give me that golden ticket
to that pussy, feeling like I’m Charlie 
Couple of thotties feeling naughty
Barbie got good ‘nani
Like oh no, slow your roll girl

I know you want some more
Bend over baby touch your toes
Wanna see you drop it low, limbo!
The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco
Like!

I know you want some more
Bend over baby touch your toes
Wanna see you drop it low, limbo!
The way she look over her shoulder
A yah-yah yah-yah

Bend it back back back 
Bend it back back back 
Bend it back back back 
Like oh no, slow your roll

Walk up in the function like a million bucks
No fucks when I to start to 
cause a public ruckus
I be rocking that Ed Hardy, kinda hard to miss me,
You can miss me with that fuck shit, cos I came to party Like

Oh my god, she shake it, naked
Damn that ass intoxicating
I’m so faded, toxic, wasted
Oh no, slow your roll!

Now she go, left, right, up, down, booty hit the ground
Putting cheatcodes on her ass, super booty powers
Shaking and dropping it low, turn the music louder
In the zone, ain’t going home til the early hours nah uh

I know you want some more
Bend over baby touch your toes
Wanna see you drop it low, limbo
The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco
Like!

I know you want some more
Bend over baby touch your toes
Wanna see you drop it low, limbo
The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco
Like!

Bend it back back back 
Bend it back back back 
Bend it back back back 
Like oh no, slow your roll



Aye I gotta fight B just to see what he bout 
And yes I always got the heat on me like skin in the south 
They know fasho that i'm the coldest out the city no doubt 
And baby girl I know you want me so bitch open ya mouth 
Yes sir i'm breaking in the game just like the door to your house 
I might just fuck up on your baby getcha daughter some clout 
I’m contemplating going in so is you down or you out
I love the rain and for my nina it ain’t never a drought 
It’s like newport smoke might choke, no stroke
She suck dick, might curl my toes 
Boots on go, all gems on froze
Vlone on soul, all dark i know
Uh if seek test he best get strolled 
She slob like pest her neck no joke 
Outcast set like vet no fold
Lil mama reaching for my pockets, feel money right where my cock is, uh huh


I know you want some more
Bend over baby touch your toes
Wanna see you drop it low, limbo
The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco
Like!

I know you want some more
Bend over baby touch your toes
Wanna see you drop it low, limbo
The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco
Like!

Bend it back back back 
Bend it back back back 
Bend it back back back 
Like oh no, slow your roll

LIMBO

▶️ LYRIC VIDEO

LIMBO (ft. NIKKO) 🍑Prod. S1NINJA🍑

BOMBAY w/ Ghostface Playa (IG: @zoomthrax)

lyrics: 

big clip out the ride 
rip out your spine 
bitch i buss back, lift his body then he die 
never really want click clack til ya whole clique whacked 
it’s a fact, put a body in the sky 
what’s that? touchback? well you got that
rucksack fulla mags for the contact
one splat, get clapped, never come back
better back up fore your ass wit a toe tag 
blap! blap! blap! 
in the back of the 'lac 
where i go? where i go? 
wit the mac on my lap, i know, i know 
you was askin for that, times up, times up
leave a mag in your back, psycho, psycho 
i’m G O D 
now a couple hoes wanna be on me 
i got heat on me, wit my D O Gs
i go C O D 
but this a pricey fit so don’t bleed on me 

i spit killer shit like my glocky do 
i might hit ya bitch when i pop at you 
you better get a grip fore my dogs are loose 
they might hit a lick, they might bark at you 
i might sip a bit while she off a bean 
never really got what i’m offering 
hit him in his top if he talkin sweet 
you know talk is cheap, so i charge a fee

2077 (prod. erlax x rose)

ROLEPLAY - YNG MARTYR X OMXNEMO (ft. LUCIE’S NIGHTMARE + ISSBROKIE) (PROD. YUKII)

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

Gotta strap in the back with Glock an attach
And I run wit yo bitch I be blowing the back
Gotta AR attach I be holding it back
And I'm back from the trap where I rap and I crap
And I smoke on a dab no mid or wack
Gone count my chips and count my racks
From the back I clap bounce back if that
And you don't want the smoke I could promise you that

Ima spaz on the track we gone get that bag
No cap big stack like a big big bad
No clips at the pad we gone click clack back
No bag just racks and bands bands

Bands Bands
50 on your block bro
Holo with the dot
And a pussy what I'm not hoe
Talk all that talk when you can't even walk tho
Might need a mop clean ops out the blocko

Goner a Walmart gay machine gun kelly
How you a shrimp and you still got a belly
Talk like a brit on the televised tele
Claiming you tough but Evan bitch really

Adios my nigga time to say bye
Your boy is dead in a ditch in Dubai
Wait to pull straps cause I like to win fights
Without my holos but after I might

Pull out the gat put a hole in his head
Bitch you a mat with the way that I step
Skin to the bone and ill eat what is left
Spit that shit out cause you bitch in the flesh

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

DEADMAN WALKiN

Day$okee- DEADMAN WALKiN feat pranav.wav (prod. bumboi)

THE LOUDEST PACK IN THE UNIVERSE! FT. SUGS (PROD. AWGUST24)

lyrics: 

i got a bad lil biddy
hit her dance, shake that ass in the back drop
grippin with a plan, i be laughing when the mac pop
feelin like the man, huh?
where the stash spot?
run into the gang, leave you prayin when that ass drop
blade drain veins, got a target on you
i bang janes, AKs and a rocket or two
i be chillin in the back, 8 racks for the strap
name tag X'd out, i ain't arguing dude

i ain't rocking with the bean or the lean, too
nigga get it poppin with the beam, i am evil
niggas hella gaudy in the scene, they be see through
pussy not a problem, got the keys like i'm riku

damn
ay, where the party?
ay
ay, let's get it started
ay
heard that pussy nigga want a fuckin problem
eat his damn face, pussy nigga, i am starving

12 men dead, spun the block on my skateboard
12 came in, saw the blood on my baseboards
5.56 or the glock with the razor
i can't pick, outta stock i got 8 more
lil rezzy got a bone to pick
i'm on the road to rich
they try to clone the shit, huh
and if he rippin like a vulture, shit
i'm not opposed to clips
and I will fold your shit up

out on all platforms

heat signature (prod. stvrfire)

Spotlight

DNR: @Donotresurrect
Producer: @YUNGMERCYKILL
Art: @kidmangx

LYRICS:

[HOOK: MERCYKILL]
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

[VERSE 1: MERCYKILL]
ON MY MIND CAUSE IM A SUICIDAL KID
I GOT TIME TO TRIP ANOTHER FUCKIN LID
I DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT THE FUTURE THAT MUCH
I JUST KNOW A THING OR TWO BOUT BAD LUCK
THATS TUFF
NOW LIVE WITH IT
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT YO ISSUES GO AND DEAL WITH IT
I MIGHT HIT A LICK WHEN IM 95
SCOOTIN IN MY WHEELCHAIR TO DRIVEBYES
IMA TAKE A PISS WHEN I STROLL ON BY
I BE GETTIN HIGH WHEN THE SUN RISE
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT THE MONEY BUT ITS THERE
SPEND IT ALL ON DRUGS SO IM ALWAYS IN THE AIR
THINK ABOUT IT TO MUCH I MIGHT CUT MY FUCKING HAIR
ROLL ANOTHER BLUNT IMA HUG A FUCKIN BEAR

[BREAK]
I BEEN TOO DAMN FUCKED UP FOR WAY TOO LONG WHEN THE MOTHER FUCKER SINGIN THEY BE SINGIN MY SONG
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

[VERSE 2: DO NOT RESURRECT]
IMA HIT HIM WITH A RED DOT
IMA GET A HEADSHOT
IMA GET LIKE 10 KNOTS
BURY YOU IN BEDROCK
NIGGA YOU A DAMN COP
GET UP OUT MY DAMN SPOT
I BEEN KINDA RICH
I JUST WANNA SEE HIS HEAD POP
THEN IMA FUCK HIS BITCH WHILE WE LISTENING TO SLIPKNOT
IMA TAKE A PIC THEN I POST IT TO HIS DESKTOP
NIGGA I BEN TOO DAMN COLD
MY HUMAN SOUL
BEEN HELD UP IN A UFO
SHE DOIN COKE
I TOLD HER THAT SHE TOO DAMN SLOW
SO MOVE THAT BLOW
IM BOUT TO HIT A KILLSTREAK
YOU NOTHIN BUT A NEW X CLONE
NOW WHAT YOU WANT NIGGA
?
SHE TOLD ME DADDY TELL ME WHEN AND IMA BUSS WITH YA
SHE THICK AND TATTED STILL DONT THINK THAT IM IN LOVE WITCHA
NEVER BEEN A THUG NIGGA
LOOK AT WHERE THEM DRUGS GETCHA

[HOOK: MERCYKILL]
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS
RED DOT
AIM IT GET A HEADSHOT
SMOKIN WEED AT MY SPOT
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS YEAH THEY MIGHT CROSS

Deadshot! (ft. do not resurrect)

WOKSTAH (IG: @zoomthrax)

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.