MEYEM | kul•ton (DAS LIEBIG)

“Blasphemy” is a distorted, high-energy rage beat built for chaos. With BPM ranges from 136–150 and a dark G minor foundation, this instrumental blends glitchy textures, industrial drums, and raw trap aggression. Perfect for moshpit vocals, rage sessions, or full-volume destruction.

Inspired by the madness of Playboi Carti and the ferocity of Scarlxrd, this is not a chill beat. This is weaponized sound.

💥 Free for non-profit use (credit: Prod. KLVNE)

Blasphemy | Playboi Carti x Scarlxrd Inspired

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BLASPHEMY

In a life as locked too demiseful. Ass I’d cum. Still the horns blown and fire strikes assized whores. What about the wardrobe it’s like chasing the four four. Watching every bang one step warrior./ Hadn’t heard of yo folks. We all toked. On some shit. Nigga if that’s from the day your a boy and you’re raised to blow or. No time to see the reality to just say no and listen you get a vision of the hoax po’s throw. When they don’t get what they want and want to cut your dick off slow mo. But like I told you I don’t give a shit about you you slow. Fates not for the soul when against. You or me? Who goes first who go’s lo. You hear me. I think you might have me confused you and your Twisted Sister their all wrong for each other. Deep Six! She’s this? No go blow on a sloan and kiss the back of my Romas. You’d never catch me anywhere not even subdural. Hit from the Dodge head on for years pig its versus a Ram. Normal. Fuck this! I don’t make shit up you fucking niggaz for the power. When you aint shit just a man. One man. Like the kids that come out her. Now you mixed in races like flour. You must want flowers. I said god said put the law first it’s in the bible and you flew to the observation tower. Told the devil to follow me for hours.

We can’t be free cause we niggaz So I listen to the devil and dream hollows please lord devour my enemies. I tried to help myself and more things low power. This nightmare is never over told us. Why voices went into the skull killing daughters. Can’t keep it out of my words that go on the recorder. Superpower. Do you tell that to every one you fucking over I’m a soldier. I got the code to the holes their stories of ode. Steal a radar that go on a destroyer and roll over her lord knows. Trafficator. Doing Uee’z to make a weekend in hell for the root Jesus. Thought they would throw me in a cage but waiting till they throw me to the slain. Using the slave trade to hide in plain sight fucking on rotten strippers. Turned to prostitution because it’s on tv. Tell a ho from a tipster. And I was fallen bustn’ the woofers bumping the Drips Curse. From the 90’s to today cop killa’. To go ape. Ain’t much for me in that life still. But they call me back still keep. Calling BLOW! Nigga! We didn’t have nowhere to run but the dark/ going down. To hell. I want out. I fenced the dames from assurance and runned them down. Live with it. Probably catch a’ fare one. And pash’ you on Santa Ana. Fingers in the air folk. Air one. Dare the courts on the grounds I see dead boards.

I admit to facts that you confetti but your girls wouldn’t let me in. And since that’s what I’m made everyday why tell me words I’m with me enslaved unpretty. You’ve just only made a place for me to appropriated. Hated even. Never got enmity for this way and they gates and they waste away what goes against me/ face. What you’ve done you’re not innocent. No matter how you cut the cake. Twirl spaghetti. Or studs in your corsets. You’re owed rap. Go ahead and do more. To add to them Chronicles etiquette. Tea. But the devils present to me. Can’t respect god/ he’s never one in the alike trajectory. It was just that/ told as product/ sold separately. And now that I’m that gate I chose to know/ wet you niggas scared of me. There are more worse threats than pulling convention out west/ hear you’re bandn’ me. That’s good I’d hear your abandoned plea. Much like the man and a man I guess it’s me. But the leaders to our souls in charge of the Holy Spirits’ Son or I don’t know it’s so many words so would you just take one from some I got in the mouth odontoceti. But the hustle I can’t be mad. Like Jonah. It was a part of the gift of gab I had learned from what would now cost me today to get buried in a jetty. Gotta be out now I send you well bid regards to it concetti. A vendetti.

The Antichrist

A classic grunge song. Break the walls that blind; wouldn't that be a miracle.

Text:
Force feed me your sensibilities from the sky
Lies we adore, your divinity on high, criminal in the sky
Walk on water again and play with my head
Doubting again on account of design, just bill it to my head
Having faith in a miracle (walk around Jericho)
Bring eyesight to the blind (blind)
Doubting again, misguiding my friends, I am so fearful of the divine criminal in the sky (sky, oh my, you really gone to my head)
Walk on water again and play with my head
Doubting again on account of design, just bill it to my head
Scold me for words not yet spoken
Mold me into a soldier golden
I've been chewing on the lie you tow to keep me in line, simple stories in that we seek divine, conveniently if you seem to believe to the plateau you will go so through your words we go from beast to dog yeah, priest to God damned, call my name and I will lick the dick in god's hand, deadly crime with punishment till the end of time, if you doubt the lie you will fry
Put your faith in a miracle (walk around Jericho)
Bring eyesight to the blind (blind)
Doubting again, I fear for the blind (blind x4)
Too much and I may come undone

Sky Criminal

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bet my raider bless em up
tryna run? aint letting ya
im tryn see what's next for me
tryn say she the best for me?
hoe I know that's blasphemy
keep on tryna set me up
know these niggas after me

eughahhhh I just spilt my cup, yeah
left em on the back street, I say go pick em up, yeah
eughhahh made em trip, now he got blood up on my kicks
euahh all this jewelry, look like cuts up on my fist

yeah yeah, shawty gon try to get next to us
niggas really think they testing us? I wish em best of luck
I dont really care what you reppin, yeah, 
but u flexing that bread? better run
I was just tryna get some head from u shawty,
but I don't even think that U meant for it, yeah
ion even think...
eugahhh, something like Marilyn manson, that heavy metal
me and twin up in that fats whip, said push that fucking pedal
they say they want some action? we put em on our schedule
take em off the map man, niggas dead to me
riding with some mad mens, white hoe wanna do k*tamine
tryna front on me, get backhanded
pray for when that pack land
protection never lack...

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Purity scorched into blasphemy, this anthem sets the choir aflame. Their sermon is rage, their gospel destruction.

07. Nuns from Hell

Confessional

If gods were real, I’d curse their name,  
For weaving death, for crafting pain.  

They painted life with cruel design,  
And split the hearts they should entwine.  
From tender bloom to rotting dust,  
All flesh obeys their silent lust.  

Oh, gods of hollow, gods of lies,  
I spit at heaven, sever the ties.  
Death’s cold hand, your gift, your blight,  
I walk in shadows, shun your light.  

Each fleeting friend, each whispered breath,  
Falls to the chains you forge in death.  
Your temples rise, your statues gleam,  
Yet life decays within your scheme.  

No psalm shall praise, no candle burn,  
For I will turn your gifts to urn.  
The void is kinder than your throne,  
I walk alone — forever alone.  

Oh, gods of hollow, gods of lies,  
I spit at heaven, sever the ties.  
Death’s cold hand, your gift, your blight,  
I walk in shadows, shun your light.  

If I believed, my hands would tear,  
The world you built, the cursed air.  
Your stars, your skies, your sacred breath,  
Would rot beneath my scornful death.  

If gods were real, I’d curse their name,  
For weaving death, for crafting pain.  
I walk unblessed, I walk unmade,  
Beyond your reach, beyond your shade.

If gods were real, I’d curse their name

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