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dusse n thrax prod. rage santana

Stunnaman

Chii-888 freestyle

they say im snappin again,

FUCK UNIVERSITY 2021-2022

AGAIN {PROD. NINO}

Xandru - M3SSY (Prod. HINH X 5TUPPL)

Don Lotus - Read The Room (OMGitsWillyy)

HATE [Remix] - ATMField$ x KrisWittDaK (prod. B.A.N.S)

THE BLVCK TVPES (VHS EDITION) is a corrupted playback of the original EP — not a remaster, not a remix, but a damaged archive. These tracks sound like they’ve been copied too many times, passed hand to hand, chewed by machines that don’t care what they erase.

Heavy industrial dark trap bleeds through VHS hiss, static bursts, pitch drift, and tracking failure. Distorted 808s warp under tape strain. Vocals arrive fractured, buried, and hostile — sometimes clear, sometimes swallowed by noise. Hooks loop like stuck reels. Outros cut without warning. Nothing resolves.

Lyrically, the project spirals through nihilism, memory decay, self-erasure, trauma loops, and the violence of replay. Ghosts don’t haunt these songs — they’re burned into the tape. There’s no master recording here. Only degraded copies fighting to exist.

PLAYBACK NOTICE warns you.
END OF RECORDING doesn’t give closure.

This is YUNG HADE$ at his most hostile and mechanical — a body of work trapped inside damaged media, repeating until the signal collapses.

Press play.
Don’t rewind.
There is no original.

REW1ND

2021 XELA FREESTYLE 
@FATALXELA
@FATALFACTION

XELA – BALANCE (2021 FREESTYLE)

@FATALXELA | @FATALFACTION

Description

“Balance” is a 2021 freestyle by XELA, recorded during a period of heavy motion, pressure, and transition. The record reflects on money, time, risk, and growth—where hustling pays but balance is hard to maintain. No hook, no polish, just real-time perspective. From boxes turning into pallets to interest compounding, the track documents a moment before everything fully changed.

Independent. Raw. Unfiltered.
Lyrics
Fatal

I live like fuck the balance
Niggas just like fuck the ballots
Ran it up, now what’s the balance?
Might smoke too much, but I moved them pounds

I feel like I’m stuck in Pallet Town
I used to catch the boxes, we getting pallets now
I’m finna unload the truck right now
Cashed out, now I’m finna break down

How I make more in your town
I know you thought about taking me down
Tryna tap in, nigga, how you sound?
Ride around with a hundred rounds

I don’t really be in town, OT
Don’t come around me
Unless you got the racks or brought some wild shit

Had a Rolex, but my time priceless
Niggas so funny, said don’t talk about prices
Seen them add ten points, that’s life
Say the deps indoor, at night

You said you need ten more, that’s light
I knew I should’ve sent more, last night
It’s like I travel through time, maybe it’ll catch up
My price is my price, I ain’t goin’ for a setup

I don’t wanna sleep at night
But the za make it better
Ridin’ in the whip, thinkin’ ‘bout goin’ federal

When it touchdown, I’ma let you know
You want fronts now, I gotta let you go
My interest compound, I gotta let it grow
You gon’ catch some hot rounds, scoping out my grow

This all work, I ain’t take shit, nigga
I was in the trap first, this ain’t no fake shit, nigga

I used to have a Perc with a Lortab
Packs way before that
And I stack and I smoke what I made way before then

All my packs farm fresh, no groceries
How I move all that, still smokin’
But I can get it all back, keep goin’

Five phones ain’t gon’ call back
Pull up on me — what up mane

This shit too easy, but if you don’t really know, you don’t see it
Diamond donut, nigga, I can’t breathe
Finna hop on the I-5 and go high speed

It don’t matter if you leave, the money come with me
I can get a lot of P’s, a thousand if I need
I break down the block like Steve
Tryna get the profit out the bag

I could’ve copped a drop each week
But I went and put it in some packs
It’s not worth the risk unless a lot of racks
I need all of that

I ain’t finna flop and I ain’t finna fall back
It don’t matter where I’m at, I’m still on that

All this not no loan, man
I pull up where the smokes at
I ain’t finna fight, niggas finna blow that

How you trappin’? Got no pack
Smokin’ shit with seeds, niggas need to grow that
At least a couple grams or I ain’t finna roll that

I remember .5 games, what I used to smoke
You really not my gang unless you on
I been on the road, I ain’t comin’ home

Ran up about a hundred bands on each app
Niggas had a China plug bustin’ off of WeChat
I don’t really need friends, I need racks
I don’t got my old friends, niggas rats

I don’t like to owe things, drop them racks
APL, nigga, check the stats
Niggas went through hell, still made it back

You can’t get my time, ’cause I can’t get it back
You can’t get two lines, I need all of that

I’ma sip until I sleep
I don’t need no pills, I got my weed
For that money, I’m a fiend
Fuck love, cash is what I need

I’m finna do the dash, go high speed
Goin’ out bad, payin’ 40 for the oxy
Niggas goin’ out sad, gettin’ tricked out they spot

I can’t let a nigga stop shit, yeah, I know what I got
I just gamble with my life like slots
Tryna live long and proper like Spock

It’s my trap but it’s not my spot
You got attached ’cause it not your stock
I brought it in, so ain’t shit gon’ stop


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