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Mix 1

a track that happened suddenly, but its good, good good

https://soundcloud.com/grioten
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Nateki, Grioten, Scythermane - BREAKYOURBONES

watch em' bleed!

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watch em' bleed! (w/ Sadfriendd)

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SENSEI! feat. Sadfriendd

Kaushion X DeeKay X Hxzz - Yandere ft. Clxuda (prod. by PANDEMXNIUM)

KIDOMARU (prod. FIDI & BXRTOO)

I PRAY TO APOSTLES I PRAY FOR THE BREAD

The Porsche Walk on Water Watch it Hydroplane

Montagem Carro

checkmate <prod.ayashi>

prod zyller + nightbrdd
Mixed by aragoth
Cover by my wife ❤️

Lyrics:
I had to make you mine 
Cuz you so damn fine 
Big titties, ass fat 
Imma hit it from behind 
Everytime you walk by 
I wish I could hit rewind 
Why you always on my mind 
spending most of my time 
Just thinking about our life 
Baby, call me when you home 
So I know that you’re alright 
Promise never let me go 
Imma hold you so tight 
Cuz treat me so right 
Wanna smoke a fuckin blunt 
to the face get high 

Take a load off man
got my mind feelin light 
And our futures so bright 
Like the stars in the sky 
For a good minute now 
I had you in my sight
And I love you all around 
From the out to inside 

Say it with me, It’s love 
I would never, switch up 
You an angel from above 
I could never get enough 
Keep that pistol on me tucked 
anybody plays with us 
then it’s stuck, bitch what? 

Yeah yeah 

Had to use my fucking stick 
Just to get me out the mud 
Purple potion in my cup
Used to mix it with the drugs 
Just so I could feel the numb 
Used to hang around some bums 
Now I’m counting up the funds 
Counting up these hunnids 
I got blue on all my thumbs 

Verse 2: 
Im tired of this life style 
gotta leave my thugs 
Shout out Brodie and my cuz 
And my slime thats my bloods 
I got blood all on my hands 
For the crimes that I’ve done 

Yeah yeah 

Running away from emotions 
Everybody on some bullshit 
But I got a new focus 
And It’s you in this moment 
So take this moment 
And own it 
The devil is my opponent 
I was searching for a purpose 
Cuz I been so fucking soulless 

Now I’m found 
And I finally have it all 
Feel like I could never fall
With confidence 
standing tall 
You helped my problems 
Dissolve 
You helped me heal it’s resolved 
I promise to take care of you 
I put that shit on god

LOST & FOUND

DYSTOPIA

DYSTOPIA (SLOWED)

God I love the Ugly
Good now we Bad hitting licks to get some money
So they really got me laughing when they thinking that we lucky

ong

DEVIOUS

tears on the floor
count my blessings no more
keep it it locked to your dome
we outside with the folks
we outside with the folks yuh
tears on the floor
count my blessings no more
keep it locked to your dome
we outside with the folks
we outside with the

give me the time
give a moment
needs some peace of mind
rip it open
need some breathing time
lungs go potent
can’t stay off the grind
cuts exposing
feelings things you fuckas never seen
gotta hush hush
we don’t need to make a scene 
tryna wipe my past, wipe my slate clean
but I ain’t even like the new me
spent all this time tryna better myself
rather I suffer than ask you for help
fuck is you doing
you ain’t give me wealth
you just wishin me well yuh
different day, but same shell
told you he was pussy, I could tell
all these fuckas fishy by the smell
how you even living with yourself 
how you even living with yourself
too many things I could’ve seen
couldn’t even count them in my dreams
they been wildin out
can’t respect the theme
whole thing just built off self esteem
get my money clean
or blood shot green
fuckas packin teams
picture perfect feigns
cut that shit up off the screen
Bitch fuck does you mean
I been speaking for a minute
not just habits in my system
I been better when I’m hidden
they gonna say it was written yuh
you just a little one shot that popped while you had permission
you just a little one shot that popped while you had permission

Still praying for brighter days
sad to say I made it this way
but I’ll keep it a buck if I may
I promised plenty I couldn’t make
bread that I couldn’t break
nights when we see the same
smiles fading by the day
smiles fading by the day


tears on the floor
count my blessings no more
keep it it locked to your dome
we outside with the folks
we outside with the folks yuh
tears on the floor
count my blessings no more
keep it locked to your dome
we outside with the folks
we outside with the folks yuh

on the floor

Lyrics:
If you ain’t first you last, so fuck being nice I’m not that guy
Watch me through yo screen I do big things you whine and cry
I could be broke as shit still pull these bitches I don’t try
Talk that talk all day and night but you ain’t lived that life

I’m chasin’ knowledge while they beefin’ we are not the same
This shit esoteric baby too deep for yo brain
Throwin’ dirt up on my name that’s they claim to fame
But Sinny be the final judgement put they ass to shame

So close to evil I can feel it baby cash is king
Put that crown on me I’m Leonidas, they concede
ADHD brain is crazy what the fuck you mean
HA HA laughin’ at you you a fuckin’ meme

They lookin’ at the fuckin’ greatest why they look confused
I ain’t got no time for bullshit who the fuck is you
Lost my mind a couple times so I got some loose screws
I’m fallin’ down I get back up I don’t make no excuse 

Spread my ashes in the quarry don’t forget my name
I stare at portrait frames of us before I light the flame
Lookin’ down that loaded barrel, 30 round bang
I’ll just suffer here in silence everday’s the same

Album Stream

NotThatGuy (prod. Netuh)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Big Sin I been a savage straight up out the womb
.30 cal, I Spitfire and rappers blowin’ fumes
I’m Tutankhamun out the tomb you boutta meet ya doom
Kick in doors, super soldier clearin’ out the room

Self righteous hatred coursin’ through my fuckin’ veins
We can’t collaborate, you trash and I discriminate
I’m Hannibal Lecter, cannibalize, that’s my philosophy
Ain’t takin’ votes, it’s no debate, ain’t no democracy

Been there done that peep the catalog
You do the fact checkin’ ain’t a thing I haven’t done
Your favorite rapper need a verse lil bitch I wrote him one
I’m second to none, bitch I’m the one, ain’t doin’ this shit for fun

Type-A, pure rage, I put that on display
Only way to keep me calm so stay the fuck away
Muthafucka you a busta, fuck you what you portray
12 gauge to ya brain bitch I’m inhumane

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

Verse 2:
Blood on my axe, I’m ready for action makin’ his brain go splat and—
Bitch I’m assassin, slappin’ the mag in, lyrical killin’ with passion
Split him like fraction, watch his reaction, think I might cause a distraction
Sociopathic, type it in captions, bitch I ain’t showin’ compassion

Ten thousand hours, bar for bar I do it in my sleep
Refined technique, I play for keeps I got that shit they need
I’m takin’ risks, what you wager, bitch I make that leap
Throwin’ punches in the air when Sinny on they screen

Your records floppin’, lookin’ sad and bitch I’m kickin’ ass
I pop more Nazi’s than the Russians back in Stalingrad
Weaponize the pen & pad lil bitch I’ll show you passion
Ain’t no actin’, bitch I’m flashin’, diamonds shinin’ past ‘em

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

Sandro Cardio - BULGA [MUS035]
Free Download: https://hypeddit.com/thefinesttechno/sandrocardiobulgamus035

Artist: https://soundcloud.com/sandrocardio
Label: https://soundcloud.com/makeuniquestudio
Release Title: Bulga Signature
Release Date: 2025-07-25
Catalogue: MUS035

Sandro Cardio
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/sandrocardio
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2zdIePmkWwpZote67KM17v
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sandro.cardio

Make Unique Studio
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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/make_unique_studio

The Finest Techno
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Bandcamp: https://www.thefinesttechno.bandcamp.com
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Bulga Signature

BULGA

FREE DOWNLOAD

Free DL | Sandro Cardio - BULGA [MUS035]

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Gucci my feet when I walk in
ColdWorld on my body I’m flossin’
Came wit a grip, came wit a grip
Came wit a grip we ain’t talkin’

I be on point like a sniper
Put two in his chest Ima line up
Your whore really want me I pipe her
Found out she can sing like a choir

Pretty boy swag, pretty boy swag
Pretty boy swag they can’t touch me
Bitch I came out the womb wit them good genes
Ima trigger a bitch like I’m Syd Sween

Wait, wait
Sippin’ too much I can’t see straight
Laid up wit your whore on the first date
Five Star service she fellate 

Suicide bomber I’m all
Put all of my opps in a coffin
I’m in your town in that foreign
Back that hole you gon’ crawl in

He don’t want beef like a vegan
Beam on the chop when I see him
30 round mag, 30 round mag
30 round mag it gon’ eat him

Bridge:
Keep dumpin’
30 mag go what?
30 mag go blaow!
Let’s go!

Verse 2:
Sunglasses at night I don’t need light
Tracer tip shells they gon’ take flight
Bark like a dog and I do bite
They not gon’ press me, I move right

Dead man walk, dead man walk
Dead man walk, issa cold world
Dead man walk, dead man walk
Dead man walk, issa cold world

I don’t got no friends I’m solo
Winter depression, I’m so low
Came home from the trenches I’m loco
Black & white world I see mono

‘Cause the Gucci my feet when I walk in
ColdWorld on my body I’m flossin’
Came wit a grip, came wit a grip
Came wit a grip we ain’t talkin’

ColdWorld (prod. Plague)

Lyrics:
ColdWorld my body I’m froze
Bitch I’m fresh out the grave and I rose
Middle finger to all of my foes

If you gon’ hate on me I know you broke
On the IG makin’ them posts
“Rent is due, Rent is due”
Fire sale, everything go!
ColdWorld my body I’m froze
Bitch I’m fresh out the grave and I rose
Middle finger to all of my foes
Them hoes go crazy at my shows

If you gon’ hate on me I know you broke
On the IG makin’ them posts
“Rent is due, Rent is due”
Fire sale, everything go!

Bitch I’m turnin’ that nothin’ to somethin’
Just check out my story, no frontin’
Sinny gon’ get this bitch jumpin’
Just murdered a verse ain’t no punch-in

Never had a lot but I hustle
Till they bring me my cash in a duffle
Gymshark bitch I got big muscle
Bowflex on the chest and I crush ‘em

What the fuck they want, what the fuck they want from me
What the fuck they want, what the fuck they want from me

My choppa gon’ spray I don’t pray
AK make him do ballet
When I’m all up in the pussy I slay
Shorty gon’ eat the dick, buffet

I’m swingin’ that sword that shogun
Wolverine, they callin’ me Logan
Like Anakin bitch I’m chosen
I do not take no shit from no one

Coldworld my body I’m froze
Bitch I’m fresh out the grave and I rose
Middle finger to all of my foes
Them hoes go crazy at my shows

Album Steam

GymShark (prod. Plague & Hellsing)

Lyrics:

Hook:
Ghetto Blaster bumpin’ bitch I make it rain
Came in like I’m John Wick bitch I bring the pain
Fuck around and call me DYLAN bitch I’m spittin’ flame
Throwin’ bows like UFC I knock you out the frame

Fuck around and spend too much on some Gucci kicks
But I be flooded like a hurricane with all this drip
Peep the patchwork on jeans I got that custom shit
Black and white my shit is vintage lookin’ stupid crisp

Verse:
I keep a pussy hater mad because I run the show
‘All Eyez on Me’ like I was 2Pac they gon’ watch me blow
Bar for bar I came equipped lil bitch I got the flow
If I go Manny Pacquiao that fool gon’ hit the floor

Hit ‘em with the five, hit ‘em with the five, hit ‘em with the five five six
Bitch you ain’t shit, bitch you ain’t shit, bitch you ain’t shit I’m lit
Bringin’ that pain, bringin’ that pain, ima let the choppa spray
Stay in yo lane, stay in yo lane, ‘cause I be up in my domain

Hook:
Ghetto Blaster bumpin’ bitch I make it rain
Came in like I’m John Wick bitch I bring the pain
Fuck around and call me DYLAN bitch I’m spittin’ flame
Throwin’ bows like UFC I knock you out the frame

Fuck around and spend too much on some Gucci kicks
But I be flooded like a hurricane with all this drip
Peep the patchwork on jeans I got that custom shit
Black and white my shit is vintage lookin’ stupid crisp

NoveskeGhettoBlaster (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Lyrics:
Void inside my mind I keep it secret I don’t tell no one
Stay up on that surface level you might drown in my ocean
Lots of lore, the theologian’s cannot crack the code not close
Iced out drip I keep it cool but deep inside my heart is froze

Washed up on the shore is where I lay and then you picked me up
I can barely breathe, can barely see but you the solution
Vision finally clear no more confusion you my conclusion
Breathed new life into me like an angel where the fuck you from

Ain’t nobody like you in my life I’m glad you finally showed
Packed my bags and left when I met you we could not be alone
I been on this road so long alone thought I was losin’ hope
Mind was calloused heart corroded body full I might implode

Fuck this world but it gave me you guess I can’t be mad so I play the game
Ima keep you safe from the pain know you might’ve heard that but we not the same
I could lose everythang but if I keep you that’s the move that I need for change
Take a risk, take a chance and we did it now we in it mothafucka now we here to stay

Nanaimo'23 (prod. Zyller)

ORDER ON iTUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/radical-$uicide-ep/id1126901431

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Radical $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x GETTER - CHAMPION OF DEATH

Music Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zsay7MHbvrE

Produced by Hammo Sung
Mixed & Mastered by Nikolaj

Unleashed - Single

Unleashed

Stream on SPOTIFY

Unleashed (prod. Hammo Sung)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rU0ErOkEnkY

NOW ON Lyrical Lemonade Playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/user/32rtvwejajcym22w5t8lbwapu/playlist/2VW7zwJv83l40msv47bnHt?si=JP70f3gYSrKtgM8Af_TT5Q

Produced by Flexatelli on behalf of FlexCamp.
Mixed & Mastered by Nikolaj Frame

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I heard you counterfeit
You ain't 'bout the shit
You just stealing styles
You ain't down to rip
 The whole stage down end up face down
 Tryna front on me you’ll have a breakdown
Like a greyhound I'm always on the  move
Always breaking rules
Might eat yo plate of food
Rappers hella fake 
 They wearing fake jewels 
 In the videos 
Flashing fake tools
Oh you Instagram famous you the man now
Probably in yo momma's basement popping xans now
When the shit pop off then it's Man Down  
Thought you was a tough guy-you was just playing around
Copy what you watching on the phone right
Try that on me it'll be a long night
 I'm calling fake shit out yeah it's on sight
 If you rapping after me bitch get your own mic

Verse 2:
Ain’t no stopping me
Ain't no stopping me
 Yeah Bitch this what it’s gotta be
Fake rappers get the fuck up off my property
Yeah this shit is going down like monopoly
All I see is the hypocrisy
The way I’m talkin’ you would think I had Ciroc in me
But I'm focused like an eagle just keep watching me
When it's time to eat Ima eat ain't no blocking me
Got a part in me 
Ima part the sea
 Like a part of me 
From the Odyssey
  None of these rappers hard as me 
All of ya wanna target me 
All of y’all logic backwards 
And All of y’all backwards logically 
My dead homies proud of me How many in the crowd agree?
  Let’s put an end to the bullshit
 I’m on some Ghost in the muthafuckin’ Shell shit 
I’m goin’ viral like the Blair Witch 
When I show up hold up don’t get scared bitch

Deathmatch - Single

Deathmatch

SPOTIFY

Deathmatch (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Produced by FLEXATELLI + FlexCamp

Watch on WORLDSTARHIPHOP:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMoASpNhU0w

Lyrics:

Hook:
Russian AK get to drummin’, leave him gushin’/
Whole squad of shoota’s and we layin’ down the scunion/
Seven six two’s, catchin’ bodies by the dozen/
Choppa like a zombie eat the insides out his stomach/
Russian AK get to drummin’, leave him gushin’/
Whole squad of shoota’s and we layin’ down the scunion/
Seven six two’s, catchin’ bodies by the dozen/
Choppa like a zombie eat the insides out his stomach/

Verse 1:
Peter Piper picking off these pussies one by one/  
Jumping out the bushes look if I was you then I would run/ 
Shit get hot as Takis pop and droppin' bodies by the ton/ 
I ain't Russian but I rush in with that Russian (Gratatat)
Bitch I snap like Thanos/ 
Clean the gun with Drano/
Quick to send your soul where yo fuckin' body can't go/ 
I dont fuck with lames we are not the same bro/ 
You do what you can and I do what you can't hoe/ 
Bang!
Bitch you know my name/ 
Sinizter I’m bringin’ all the pain-ah!/

Hook:
Russian AK get to drummin’, leave him gushin’/
Whole squad of shoota’s and we layin’ down the scunion/
Seven six two’s, catchin’ bodies by the dozen/
Choppa like a zombie eat the insides out his stomach/
Russian AK get to drummin’, leave him gushin’/
Whole squad of shoota’s and we layin’ down the scunion/
Seven six two’s, catchin’ bodies by the dozen/
Choppa like a zombie eat the insides out his stomach/

Verse 2:
Party like it's 2020/ 
I just bought the semi/ 
Automatic packing like I'm camping but I’m in yo city-ah/
Gritty I get fuckin' busy ain't no fuckn with me/ 
Choppa spin'em like a fuckin' frisbee now he walkin' dizzy/ 
Bitch I sleep in camo/ 
On the creep like Rambo/ 
Cross the line like flannel/ 
You gon get dismantled/ 
No Tekashi bitch I'm more like Ozzy meets Sopranos/ 
Pockets full of ammo/ 
Like I’m out the bando/
Bang, bang/ 
Bitch you know my name/
Sinizter I'm eatin’ yo remains-ahhh/

Hook:
Russian AK get to drummin’, leave him gushin’/
Whole squad of shoota’s and we layin’ down the scunion/
Seven six two’s, catchin’ bodies by the dozen/
Choppa like a zombie eat the insides out his stomach/
Russian AK get to drummin’, leave him gushin’/
Whole squad of shoota’s and we layin’ down the scunion/
Seven six two’s, catchin’ bodies by the dozen/
Choppa like a zombie eat the insides out his stomach/

Russian AK - Single

Russian AK

WORLDSTARHIPHOP

Russian AK [OUT NOW ON WSHH.COM]

MVKO

Bloody razor in my fist I swing it cuz I'm ruthless, 
Dont give a fuck about an opp my steeltoes leave em toothless, 
Only down for gang most you motha fuckers useless,
Slammin liquor loud as fuck I am a fuckin nuisance, I'm foolish

I ain't got time for a fuckboys shit,
Fly into your state just to pull up and go fuck yo bitch,
Some Magic shit, pull my chopper out my fuckin bag of tricks,
Hellhounds walkin in the night we navigate with candlesticks, 

Creepin thru your home Like a ghost (like a ghost)
I'm the presence everywhere you go (where you go)
Followin my footprints through the snow (in the snow)
They leadin to the front door of your home (of your home) 

I'm the revenant, bullet in your head not hesitant,
Its effortless, cleanin up the scene no evidence,
Genesis, we the start of plague and pestilence, 
We venomous, one bite rot you to your skeleton,

Full moon watch me rise up from my grave, (from my graaaaave)
Eyes glowing red i am deranged, (I'm deraaaanged)
Was gifted for the soul that I exchanged, (I exchanged)
Walking out the flames I am unscathed, (I'm unscathed)

Pull up on your block,
Whole team strapped up like the swat,
Before we light up your spot, 
Better give us what you got,

Hellhounds comin kicken in your front door bitch,
See the lazer sight know that you are done for bitch, 

Sick of all the mouth racin,
Sick of all the clout chasin,
You're cattle to your government your mother fuckin cows grazin, 

Fuck a suicide note bitch I've been dead for years,
Write my name with blood on my gravestone when I depart from here

SINIZTER

Walkin’ like a zombie, feeling crummy motherfuck the money/ 

One man army shootin’ like a junkie, they can trace the tracks/

Take a trip, final destination they won’t make it back/

Banana clips walkin’ through the jungle like a razorback/

Chest beatin’/

Death cheatin’/

Trigger squeezin’/

Less breathin’/

More bleedin’/

What’s the meanin’/

Intervenin’/

Met demons, I left ‘em feindin’/ 

For my soul my heart cold, brain freezin’/

Sinizter, fuck a finish this just the beginning-yuh/

Send in the, back up before I clap at ya emperor/

No Kings power to the people/

All my bros bring anarchy load the cannon be...fore I blow steam/

Woah/

You already know/

I hit'em high, Mako hit'em low/

Nobody survive everybody’s a ghost/

You ain’t gotta go home, but bitch you gotta go...YUH/

FMJ feat. Sinizter (Prod. Fallen)

Lyrics:

"Wither is god he cried...
I shall tell you...
We, have killed him...
You and I..."

Hook:
Life is a meaningless nightmare/
Under yo bed I be right there/
Runnin’ my fade I don’t fight fair, been with the shit’s no emotion I don’t care/
Nihilistic point of view but I ain’t no Neitzche/
Smith & Wesson in my pocket when I meet ya/
Better on my own that’s why I ain’t got no features/
Subliminal verse when I’m talkin’ my shit that’s my mystique, yuh/

Verse:
Shoot for the face and I bury him/
Under the floor won’t remember him/
Fuck on his bitch and I married her, fuck it I’m jokin’ I’m fuckin’ and leavin’ her/
Draco on my hip I’m lookin’ like a Soviet/
Might be kinda violent guess that’s what the Army did/
See that Gucci on my feet you know I’m livin’ it/
Choppa gon’ lay down the scunion they runnin’ and yellin’ “holy shit!”/

Ima.../
Talk.../
My.../
Shit.../
You just.../
Jealous.../
You a.../
Bitch!/

Hook:
Life is a meaningless nightmare/
Under yo bed I be right there/
Runnin’ my fade I don’t fight fair, been with the shit’s no emotion I don’t care/
Nihilistic point of view but I ain’t no Neitzche/
Smith & Wesson in my pocket when I meet ya/
Better on my own that’s why I ain’t got no features/
Subliminal verse when I’m talkin’ my shit that’s my mystique, yuh/

God is Dead - Single

God is Dead

God is Dead (prod. Cliiifford & AKACHI)

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