Auyyyy wtf this shit is fire as fuck keep it up maybe we can do something in the future 🙏

ayo k

HEAVEN

COLD CASE

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BEAT Hip-Hop W31 PROD. Wariat85

what if we...

You wouldn’t understand, it's been so long,
Years have passed, and life moves on.
Yet sometimes memories take me back,
Moments that fade and never come back.

I chased a comet through the starry veil,
Found a path where dreams set sail.
Yet in the stillness of the night
Your shadow dances in the light.

But I wouldn't trade this feel I've found,
For a life where you might be around.
Though sometimes I dream of what could be,
This is the life that's meant for me.

You were the sound that never played,
The melody that time let fade.
I chased a dream that wasn't mine,
And found that truth was never kind.

With every laugh, with every tear,
I cherish the love that's crystal clear.
Yet in the silence of the past,
Your ghost appears and goes away at last.

But I wouldn't trade this love I've found,
For a life where you might be around.
Though sometimes I dream of what could be,
This is the life that's meant for me.
what if we

The roads we take, the paths we choose,
Lead us to the moments we can't lose.
And every heartbeat, I'm grateful still,
For the love that fits the space you couldn't fill.

And I wouldn't trade this love I've found,
For a life where you might be around.
Though sometimes I dream of what could be,
This is the life that's meant for me.

So here’s to love that could not be,
In my heart but never free
Truth is without you I can breathe
It is what it is, this is what it is

A Heart In Two

Psycho

Outstanding

probably will be one of my last doomshops, cuz its really getting repetitive and im just tired of the genre. Btw this is why i havent been uploading doomshops for a while. 

doomshop 20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxlnRlKUNsw

Second track from the project "NE."
Mixed/Produced by KingHippo. 

Lyrics: (VERSE 1.)
This like Bill Murray's Groundhog Day, I'm in a cycle, man.
Connecting with geometric patterns like spirographs.
From Nbome Perma-visuals - within this omnibus.
And like a mixing engineer's fingertip, I'm on a bus,
on a thirty-two, passing commonwealth graves,
where the old-souls of our soldiers from their deaths lay.
Afar is Gateshead where (faggot) reps,
n’ a modern generation who rock the makina sets.
Hotel’s full of smack heads with more skid marks like nascar,
where the vein is, skin orange like geordie shore's cast, dawg.
Needa pack it in with the chemicals like whit-worth pharmacy,
in the needle-drop like Fagtano from drugs-in-store, ironically.
The lollipop man’s like the wise-owl, cuz he’s seen it all. 
Hawthorn with a razor, childhood trauma for the little corn-
ea. the magpie's at St.James, I want that x2 for luck,
when it's time for the love.

(HOOK.) 
when’s it time for the love though?
we've been spitting with the same sentiments on our ones bro, (long roads.) 
same old, long roads,
on a bus-trip, tryna make sense with this art form on long roads,

(VERSE 2.)
There’s the place I’m suspended from: Newcastle College,
Where the radgies, chavs, teenies, slags n’ autists, goths, gan’ frolic. 
Where you see an average dealer trek with tens for sixth formers, man.
To mix with turner bought from ol men from Villa Victoria,
Discovery Musuem's tank ain't real; it won't blast off,
but round the corner you'll see teenies do it from some hash, or
Amnesia, but I got memories like Coach Station,
Gannin 2 brum to see me princess for 4 days n'-
a decade ago with me gang at Centre Of Life!
For the....primary-school trip, n' the old times,
I used to go on a trek to pick up some bits of Dixy Chicken;
now these kids are singing "Fingerlicking" from my lyrics, (WKD!).
Know too, O2’s where I wanna perform in granddad’s eyes,
More soon all-new raw tunes, and after, I might be at tramlines. 
Or on the corner depressed with frosties from Metro Express,
Contemplating the end or rise to fame all over again.  

(HOOK.) 
when’s it time for the love though?
we've been spitting with the same sentiments on our ones bro, (long roads.) 
same old, long roads,
on a bus-trip, tryna make sense with this art form on long roads, (long roads.) 

(VERSE 3.)
Forgive is lord, for I have sinned, it ain’t on, I’m a bit hurt. 
I fucked a "grosse dame" at St. John the Baptist Church. 
Pardon me french; fuck these spicers and spiceheads,
There’s only smeg in them because they’re well truly dickheads,
and hentai-loving faggots in town, the weakling weebs.
Bullied heavily in school so they stay at Geek Retreat. 
C.R.E.A.M, like at Ramzden's Gold:
Steal ya ma’s ol' wedding rings to make dink dollar, son. 
Or work at maccie Ds if you’re literally thick as fuck,
like the milkshakes you get from there, you fuckin silly cunt. 
Round the loos, you'll hear a lad spunk on the face of a bitch,
After fucking her with dick the size of Grey's Monument. 
So ya probs ain’t able to watch it like Odeon Cinema. 
You sick fuck so get on your bike, go gan shit ya pants. 
I’m getting off the bus now, for the start of today.
feeling modestly grey, so fucking honestly, mate, ay. 

(HOOK.) 
when’s it time for the love though?
we've been spitting with the same sentiments on our ones bro, (long roads.) 
same old, long roads,
on a bus-trip, tryna make sense with this art form on long roads, (long roads.) 

(OUTRO.) 
Long Roads. (x4.)

LONG ROADS. (PROD. KINGHIPPO.)(MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION.)

LYRICS: 
(verse 1. - eum.) 
miraged in the darkness, heartless, 
blood-stained orange from all their corpses
disintegrated, vanished to ashes, 
the masks of the animals,
packed as some lambs for the slaughter,
order’s weak, it’s yang for ying 
for this map-marauder’s boredom. 
just war with is, don’t bug is out, like Beelzebub. 
there’s jagged-edged teeth inside my guts- that’s bitten off. 
robbin’ ‘is/robbin’ us/robbin hoods, (Robin Hoods)
a sass 'n, all their talks
is costing none, that’s honest bro,
it’s optional, don’t walk from ‘um, 
cuz lots of yers, blunt, are just cunts, 
it’s solid, huh? so drop dead where your arse’ll run. 
your synopsis? on my brush, I’m on it son. 

(verse 2. - danzo.)
my thoughts are running away, they’re running astray,
in a different dimension, they’re locking the gates,
gates to the fort, they thought it was great 
they love every second, they’re playing me mind just like it’s a game. 
doing this night and day, just like a grave,
they’re spilling their blood on the page. 
me mind’s doing its best to mix it up, and changing me lanes, 
it’s begging to see depression written all over me face. 
ill scribble it out cuz it’s fake. it doesn’t exist, it’s all part of the game. 
this is the shit me mind says, supposed to be united and great, no chance, so,
i sit and i rhyme, i sit and i whine, I’m a grape. 
extracting all the poison out of me veins,
a bit too late, it’s sunken and stained, 
so I’m accepting me fate, 
staying with me all the way to the grave
all the way to the grave, all me life, nothing but a slave.

ayo k

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