T is for Techno

Various Artists 1 - EP

Demonic Dimensions

Sound of Irritation

Space Raiders (Charlotte De Witte Remix)

Space Raiders (Charlotte de Witte Remix)

Chip Splittas

Fua
Uh, Like I do you so dirt
Fire in my brain
Haha
Uh
You could talk to me Yuh Go on
Come shop with me, boy I just hit for sumn’ chunky 
They throwing cheese for me to talk my shit, I’m stuntin’
Talk with my hands, that’s if you really tryna funk it
Ya bop too friendly, man that’s tough, I know she fuckin’

Way too much work up in the whip, Lil’ Bobo sweatin’
I got my SK while this sucka bench pressin
I throw the set-up chick a bone, know she gon’ get it
Man this fucka too slow, that’s how ya folks a get you wetted 
Bah  
And my ex got me on bail money
You babblin’ about the play, I’m finna act a dummy
I cut a rug up on ya ribs in my fuckin’ foams
She tryna see me hit that SpongeBob, she home alone

You itchin’, hit that fuckin’ cat daddy for a perc
This hoe know she not supposed to hit my line when I’m at work 
I know you tryna do me grease, but I’ma getcha first 
We playin’ dummy til they bleed, then we bout to make it worse

Like why you think I kept my mouth shut? 
I hit the switcheroo, next thing you know it’s all fucked 
Go head and push the fuck up on me, I wan do it up 
I’m lookin’ sideways at ya hoe, I’m onna ruin ya

In My Foams [prod. Bosley x Rott x Lamm]

Doing Nothing Else

Help You

This Is Insanity Freestyle

Canines

Luiza

some more bump from @youngmindtrip, @joziehaze, & @ghoul33

prod @gaugemountedthisone

engineered by trip x gauge

cover art by jozie

lyrics:

Verse 1: youngmindtrip
Rosey off the ketamine, my dogs they call me Megumi 
Yeah I feel like Project Pat I’m counting up the ghetty green 
Shawty wanna blow my whistle just like a referee
Choppa with the beam, turn you ass into a memory
I will put you on a shirt then I’ll sell it for some merch
Yeah I feel like Nikolai, all I buy is guns and percs
DCR bitch that’s my kin, tat it on my fucking skin 
Take a trip up to the north, we smoking dope from Michigan

Verse 2: jozie haze
Ridin’ through, drive a car a decade old just like its new
Love it when those fuckin speakers thump, thats how I write my tunes
Marlboro burning, on my long drives, I’ll light a few
Flickin’ ash and spittin’ raps, that’s just what I like to do
Write to beats in my drivers seat where I’m minding me and my business 
Finally free, with my mind at ease, but I’d like to see you try dissing
All you hopeless losers toss you in the river, feel like onizuka
Never think about your ass again, its like I never knew ya 

Verse 3: texas shadow
Climbing through the bones lil texas keep a golden uzi chain
Worship me some alize like that shit is the holy way
Reaper pimpin in da hearse bro plotting on a life to take 
Devil shit we speak about because that’s how my dark relates
Country nigga creeping through the corn fields to make this yay 
Lyrically it’s catching all these bodies is just how I’m payed
Focus on your business them boys not involved don’t have a say
Strapped up with a forty five and sum pussy might meet the flame
Something bout da south juh made me wanna do sum psycho shit
Dirty pimpin in your cemetery she said go with it
Juugin all dem bustas wanna come get they get back nine don’t click
Labels try to run off with the sound or sum I own it

HAZETRIP - FLICKIN ASH (ft. ☆TEXA$ $HADOW☆) [prod. GAUGE]

1031 BROADWAY

Lyrics:

bumboi:
Down from the south to the north we some playas

Down down from the south to the north we some playas



Call up yung chop he might pop 
he gon spray sum 
Let that boy talk he a mop 
He might say sum 
Only time she call when she want 
me to lay some
Straight from the south to tha north we gon
Bake em 

Brodie said he want all the muhfuckin smoke yea 

Why he talkin sick better go n wipe his nose yea 

Say he got a cold we gon hang em like a coat
Then

Throw em in the sticks let him find his way home 
Yea


Uh 
he aint about it 
He be steady pillow talkin boy ikno he rattin
Grimey as them bugs that be stuck up in his mattress
Why he plottin on the bum boy u kno that gon end tragic

Aye yo money short just like it todo
Pull up to yo scene finna shoot it like a photo 

I aint never been the one to play tho
let the lemon squeeze
We gon fold em like some playdoh

Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh uh 


T-Choppa:
 tell me why you looking neckless
Big chop pop mop hella reckless
Mofucker life I’m dip where the exit
If you wanna problem wit me den come press
the way you keep my dick up in yo mouth impressive 
anything thing we drop make the ops uneasy
Ima keep g gotta keep hair greezy
I’m hella fucking mad ayo bum pass bleezy 
Hot box shit like we kicking tip 
U don’t fucking we den you can suck a pp
I’m da beetle juice in cope moving creepy
Im horn dog mama best not tease me
Ima get these bands yeah my hands look cheesy
Pull up bow bow wow do a motherfucker greezy

BAGITARIUS - bumboi x t choppa (prod.bumboi)

It's Only Real

Rave Dan Rave Rave
Techno Dan Techno Techno

To celebrate Reinier's 11th DAN black belt in raving after a full week of EATING CONCRETE he opens a creative bottle from his birth year 1991, while politely nodding to the classic T99 - Anasthasia.

Rave Dan

Get it here...

PREMIERE: Reinier Zonneveld - Eating Concrete (Original Mix) [FILTH ON ACID]

Anti-World: http://grewcrewmedia.com (@antiworldglobe)
bookings/email: jose@serranomanagement.com

EDIT 3/9/24: It's been nothing short of an incredible ride.

Latex Shawdy is out now on vinyl. Limited quantity. Purchase below. & No, I'm not changing the metadata name to Mac anything, lol, just had a fun revelation about life.

Sound of Irritation

Mac Sybyr

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