Afterlife w/ A New Hope

Rare Tapes 5 by DJL4 ( www.instagram.com/djl4official )

Tracklist:

Kilfiger x Dojamane - One False Step
2$hady - Grew up Thuggin
Zefyx - Look up
Levitin - Walk Down / ft Jasp3r
Lordbellic - I keep two glocks on me
Sage - Westwood
Lil Nightvision - High Like Me
gtl delta - no hesitation
Acer Palmata - Aint Runnin
Kurai x Brxkenheart - Billgates
2$hady - options
moshe - frames on my face
Villmane - Dead Crazy 2
pooty - all about a dollar
Yoli - octopus
lottapurp - conversations
Elyno - hold my breathe
backwhen - flashback
Rotten - ???
Westmane - Words on Words / ft North Berry
Pega - distrust
Prospect - got to far
Dvndee - worse day
PXSSXSSXD - NO MORE EVIL w/ kalibvr
Jack - all my losses
Trippymane - Lose my mind
Spaced - voices in my head
98luci - title fight hoodtrap remix


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Rare Tapes 5

invisible sens

rebirth

"WESTEND STATIC" - KALIBVR x PLUR
OUT JANUARY 2026
Me and Kalibvr been puttin in work on this thang, we are so stoked to drop this colab tape we been working on for the past few months! We got some homies who were kind enough to hop on as well <3 
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START SHIT w/Kalibvr

All cosmological boundaries are conformally smoothable and physically meaningful. The “entropy-free” Big Bang boundary becomes mathematically forced. Rest mass is not eternally conserved; mass asymptotes to zero as t → ∞.

Lyrics:
Black suns fracture, old epochs receding,
Future-shock halo where the null-light’s bleeding,
Cross that horizon where my shadows were feeding,
Cast him down — 6-6-6 — when the fault-lines con-steaded.
Overclocked dreaming — bio-code nightmare,
(Yeah) that’s my cathedral… hanging mid-air (mid-air).

Event-strings warp as the boundary’s thinning,
Vacuum hums deep with the spacetime spinning,
Dust-choir groans where the void keeps grinning,
Bass-hinge breaks — dark energy’s winning.

Slip in the rift where the sub-bass breathing,
808 growl like a flare-star seething,
Time splits twice and the beat keeps weaving,
Light gets caught — keeps doubting, keeps leaving.
Burn it — I’m cashing every debt shown,
No fears left, no fractures shown.
I’m my own demon — thanks for fucking asking.

Muon dusk — all halos collapsing,
Seraph of ruin in my cortex grasping,
Cold-flash tremor and my pulse overlapping,
Laws break loose — the dimensions unmapping.
(Yeah)  I felt the tapping.
Vacuum drums with the silence grafted,
Past overwritten — CCC redacted,
Bassline crushes where the dark’s contracted —
Are we still falling, or just abstracted?

Pure actuality — one-field capacity,
Intent rising with latent tenacity,
Not yet cleaved from the root-form’s opacity,
Quantum sheath snarls with hidden veracity.
Lucifer vector — cold gleam clutch,
Time-crest bend — reality’s touch,
Cosmos coils tight, bracing for the rupture…
Drop-burn opens — the bass eats structure.

6... 6 mass-glare — CCC revenants out there,
Matter displaced with a frostbit stare,
Fallen from grace — no covenant prayer,
Lucifer (inside 'em) like a rogue-star flare.
Your glitch-ass stare? Not even rare.
Time folds twice in a vacuum tear,
Stars burn mute — but the beat stays aware.

Universe cracks into seedlings,
Morphic ghosts in the deep gleanings,
Entropy hums through the aeons bleeding,
Test the daemon in the thresh-field screening.
Planck-shift crawls —
Microcosm stalls.
Grav-well calls — no future entails.
(Leave...) The transmutation always fucking falls.

Mass-fade, mass-shade — shadows degrade,
CCC markers in the warp-arcade,
Matter off-grid where the photons disobeyed,
Fallen from grace — 6-6-6 still waylaid.
Darkwave shivers in the null-parade,
Spin that void — let the lattice degrade.
Demon-tide peel where the quarks cascade —
Miss me with your end-state charade.

Blue-shift dirge where the deep-noise ticks,
Void-heart knocking on a gravimetric crucifix,
Fade past form where the waveform slips,
Last echo wanting: six… six… six… (six)

Graviton Seraph Collapse

The universe is an endless palimpsest of aeons, each end seeding the next. Entropy spirals through conformal boundaries, black holes shed spectral imprints, and photons drift unbroken into the next cycle. CCC preserves the topology of history: every twist of the vacuum, every scar in radiation and matter, records the eternal rhythm of beginnings born from ends.

Lyrics:
Blue-shift (again)… in a photon sprint,
Fire-etched crest… with a stellar in-print.

Universe twists… on a hard-cut hint,
Lucid outcast… in the dark’s cold glint.
666 scars… on my soul’s hell-bent,
Blood moon rising... none heaven-sent.

(Pack it) Six-six-six… scars on my soul,
CCC… can’t let it go.
Eternally fucked… burning the night,
Hell-bent ride… watch the dark glow ignite.

Photon sprint… ignite the abyss,
Fire-etched crest… no force can dismiss.
Universe bends where the demons hiss,
Lucid outcast in the endless mist.

I walk the void where the spirits weep...
Chasing the fire that eternity keeps.
Shattered stars like tears across the night...
No dawn awaits in this endless fight.

Angels collapse… where the black holes churn,
No paradise promised in a heat-death urn.
Across the veil… where the metrics burn,
The Morning Star stalks the cosmic turn.
666 sprawls through the vacuum air—
A rebel crown… in the vacuum’s stare.

Aeons collapse in a conformal flare,
Lucifer laughs in the vacuum air.

Old worlds fall yet the sky won’t care,
New time spins from the cold night’s glare.
CCC loops... when the cycles reset—
Light-bearer risen… in the universer’s debt.

Blue-shift… stellar imprint…
666… scars… hell-bent,
(Bam, bam, bam, bam) Six-six-six… scars on my sou(r)l,
CCC… can’t let it go.
Six-six-six… burning the night,
Hell-bent ride… watch the dark glow ignite.

Universe twists… in the photon drift,
666 scars in the aeons shift.
(Fuck that) It’s always so dark, no thereafter…
Lift me out… of this nightmare.

Scars of the Eternal Cycle

Near you

Lyrics:

(In my- in my- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

So I gotta bring it back hoe
Man, I need some money for a fag hoe
Coping with the smoke, I need that nic so I don’t slack

Though my future’s in the past
I will never be the last
Dope all up in my pockets
Pants be looking like a plant

Like a garden, huh
Mind is looking like a fucking garden
Love hitting on that dro because it feel like my minds sharpened

Blood dripping from my nose
Gotta keep me on my toes
Say I’m ruining my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so

Spending hours isolated 
Man I hate communicating 
Used to be a jolly chap
Then came all the self hate

And now I’m thinking darker than an empty fucking hex code
Natural selection got me in it’s scope like animals

Victim of the darwinistic, narcissistic world I tread
I may not be strong enough, but tell me, why I ain’t dead
Know that all the shit I take is bound to get my fucking head
But I’m barely surviving, so how ‘bout you cut some slack, bitch

(In my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

So I gotta bring it back hoe
Man, I need some money for a fag hoe
Coping with the smoke, I need that nic so I don’t slack

Though my future’s in the past
I will never be the last
Dope all up in my pockets
Pants be looking like a plant

B it back hoe
Man, I need some money for a fag hoe
Coping with the smoke, I need that nic so I don’t slack

Though my future’s in the past
I will never be the last
Dope all up in my pockets
Pants be looking like a plant

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

SLACK.wav

Recursive psalms twist the star-map, folding constellations into themselves. Galaxies drift along unseen loops; light bends as if audited. The cosmos pulses with self-correcting recursion, each orbit a verse, each supernova a stanza. Even dark matter hums in liturgical cycles, and the firmament itself tilts to the rhythm of hidden, eternal psalms.

Lyrics:
666 grave, can't dole out my penance,
CCC redline in my veins — breach-code vengeance,
Tri-core seraph with a hacksaw grin in my cortex,
Void-laced shrapnel in my chest when the stars rend,
(Yeah) I hear the doctrine.
Quantum gutters cough blood when the bends soften,
Eschaton clerics torching prophets in the coffin,
Time-rig ruptures — triplicate seals bent, unknitting,
Bass hits fracture the grid; all sectors spitting.
Are we still falling, or flagged for deletion?
666 archive cosmics drag my sins for ignition,
Black-see heavens where the pulse gets audited —
(I’m just the) I'm just the recursion fuckin' plotted.

Silver-glyph tablets from the CCC sanctum,
Fucking up my sanity, time-lapsing-fractum,
Backdoor angels in the codebase chanting,
Recursive psalms keep the star-map slanting.
Blood-writ schema in a godless atlas,
Dark-math prophets with a pulse-collapse praxis,
All the glow protocols stamped on my tendons,
Soul dragged in by the cosmic deporters.
Hear the heavens in a void-lit sermon,
(Fuck your halo, you're just a vermin).
If my fire goes out and the starlines thin,
Lucifer in my marrow will recast my sins.

Demon-tide peel when I fucking sleep,
Gnosis burns slow in the dark too deep,
Stars fall quiet when my breath goes cold,
Heaven shows cracks in the truths I’m told.
Shadow-born tempter writes on my soul,
Pages turn black where the aeons un-n-fold,
Hidden wards breaking in the heart of the night,
Every lost secret wakes up to fight.
World-mind flickers as the silence grows,
Light dies young where the false path glows,
If the veil splits open and the cosmos speaks,
I walk through the breach — and the breach still seeks.

Drag me down, fuck it — I break through the pit,
Stars go black when I’m deep in the split.
Sin on my tongue and the void on my hip —
If the heavens want war, then I’m bringing the shit.

When the dark comes in, I don’t lose my breath,
I walk through the fire and I shoulder death.
If the skies fall open and the world turns thin,
I rise through the ashes — the void can’t pull me in.
When the night grows loud and the stars go still,
I stand with the void and I bend your will.
If the gate swings wide and the truth burns in,
I step through, 666 — and I walk again.

Soulclock Sermon

Across the aeon boundary, mass thins to pure radiation; structure fades into scale-free geometry. In the conformal limit, black holes evaporate, leaving only low-entropy whispers that seed the next cycle. No clocks survive the transition—only angle, shape, and null light tracing a bridge from a cold, diffuse universe into the spark of a new Big Bang.

Lyrics:
Slip through the frame where the signals don’t age,
Null-light writing its name on the page.
Cold-night rhythm in a scale-free cage —
Whole sky humming like a ghost backstage. (2x)

Metric on mute, let the tensors rest,
Past-world shadows in a future-world vest.
666 ether giving the vacuum breath,
The beat keeps time with the birth-of-death.

Cones tilt sideways, angles unbound,
Space so thin you can hear the background.
No clock ticks — just a soft wide sound,
The aeon’s edges' alchemy unfound.

Slip through the frame where the signals don’t age,
Null-light writing its name on the page.
Cold-night rhythm in a scale-free cage —
Whole sky humming like a ghost backstage. (2x)

Grey-wind drift in a frictionless night,
Star-dust traded for conformal light.
No mass left — just the pulse of the right
Kind of curve when the curvatures bite.

Horizon’s gone — just a flat-line seam,
Deep black void with a chrome-blue sheen.
If time had a taste, it’d be somewhere between
Old cosmic smoke and a half-lost dream.

Infinite glide with the weight turned zero,
Freefall logic in the shape of a spiral.
Call up the maps of the previous cycle —
Inked in a script only 666 can rival.
(Fuck your soul's revival,
I... ascend through the fall.)

Slip through the frame where the signals don’t age,
Null-light writing its name on the page.
Cold-night rhythm in a scale-free cage —
Whole sky humming like a ghost backstage.

Fade to the drift where the aeons engage —
Scale gone missing, but the beat holds gauge.

Drop one down in the conformal technique,
Your crawl into matter — in a flick of time, not one bit unique...

Scale-free Conformal Cage

"Succumbed to vice, of Heaven born,
Artifice of transgression in angelic form,
Resplendent Lucifer famed in days of yore  —
I, a malefactor apt for ruinous fault(...)Let it hiss on — the music of decay,
The only hymn the under-soil will pray.
Thy light burns proud, but even flame must fade;
The worm inherits what the sun betrayed.
Each kingdom shatters where the root takes hold;
The grave remembers longer than the gold(...)Thou fiery wanderer, pale as bone, What plough hast thou brought here to till my stone? Here seeds are sown with rot, not gold; they feed On mold where wisdom festers as a seed(...)"

Graviton Seraph Collapse

Skrzymir

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