GRAVEBORN

CULT [Prod.] HITZ
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(Feat.) Xes Lana

CULT [Prod.] HITZ

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disgusted

[Intro]
Fury’s my marrow, I’m forged in disdain,
This world’s a landfill, I’ll torch the terrain,
Wrath’s my cipher, I’m wired to maim,
Scream’s my hymn, I condemn the lame...

[Pre-Chorus]
Sick of this dross, I cross out the meek,
Bleak’s my streak, I peak at the bleak,
Smash their facade, I laud only rage,
Gauge my stage, I cage this age.

[Verse 1]
I’m wrath incarnate, I shred this tepid sphere,
Viscera’s my muse, I ooze sheer sneer,
Obliterate the zeitgeist, my spite’s a guillotine,
Keen to demean, I intervene with kerosene.
This epoch’s a cesspool, I pummel its core,
Abhor the decor, I score with rancor,
Frail drones swarm, I swarm with a scythe,
Blithe to their strife, I knife their life.
Cerebral carnage, I barrage with lexicon,
Spawn a maelstrom, I’m gone, no echelon,
Rhymes flay flesh, a mesh of acrimony,
Phony’s my quarry, I bury their testimony.
No quarter given, I’m driven by loathing,
Clothing in blood, I’m flooding their nothing,
This matrix of mediocrity’s my slaughterhouse,
Douse with vitriol, I disembowel the louse.

[Chorus]
Wrath abattoir, I butcher this age!
Rage is my cage, I blaze on stage!
Hate’s my creed, I bleed their greed!
Fury’s my seed, I feed on speed!

[Verse 2]
I’m a paroxysm, I prism this dull malaise,
Flay their charade, I raid with a craze,
Cacophony’s my canvas, I savage the tame,
Game’s a shame, I flame their name.
Algorithmic sheep, I reap their hollow code,
Bode no abode, I erode their load,
Synapse snaps, I trap their weak drivel,
Swivel to shrivel, I chisel their civil.
This zeitgeist’s a zombie, I lobotomize fast,
Blast their cast, I outlast the vast,
Rhymes are shrapnel, I grapple their lies,
Demise is my prize, I despise their guise.
No peace in this farce, I parse their decay,
Slay the cliche, I weigh down their play,
Feral intellect, I dissect their drone,
Alone on my throne, I hone the unknown.

[Chorus]
Wrath abattoir, I butcher this age!
Rage is my cage, I blaze on stage!
Hate’s my creed, I bleed their greed!
Fury’s my seed, I feed on speed!

[Bridge]
In the void, I forge my disdain’s blade,
Flayed crusade, I invade their charade,
Wrath’s my psalm, I bomb their calm,
Psalm’s my qualm, I palm their harm.
No respite, I ignite the scorn’s edge,
Pledge to dredge, I wedge through their hedge,
Bleed for hate, I ate their fake state,
Fate’s my gate, I negate their plate.
This world’s a husk, I musk it with ire,
Fire’s my wire, I sire their pyre,
Smash their dreams, I scheme to unmake,
Quake their stake, I break for hate’s sake.
Rage’s my dogma, I magma their lies,
Eyes on the prize, I rise as they die,
No mercy’s my verse, I curse their domain,
Pain’s my chain, I reign with disdain.

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
I’m a tempest, I detest this frail epoch,
Rock the stock, I lock their weak block,
Fury’s my quill, I spill their null creed,
Need to bleed, I feed on their deed.
No soul in this coil, I foil their drone,
Own the throne, I hone my tone,
Rhymes are napalm, I calm no farce,
Parse their sparse, I carve their arse.
Smash this now, I vow to erase,
Chase old grace, I lace with disgrace,
Blood’s my oath, I loathe their soft shell,
Hell’s my spell, I dwell where they fell.
Intellect’s my axe, I tax their bland script,
Ripped and stripped, I flipped their crypt,
This age is dross, I toss it to flame,
Claim my aim, I maim their game.

Wrath Abattoir

SAMPLE: "Seven Samurai" from the album "Film music of Akira Kurosawa". Composed by﻿ Fumio Hayasaka.

[Opening Instrumental developing into rap beat]

[Verse 1]
I got more headshots on tape
Than a yearbook photographer,
Or a bukake otaku
Who’s never had a date.
My last year at school
Started with more than we finished,
Some kids and some teachers —
They just vanished. (Spooky!)
I was voted “most likely to be a prime suspect,”
But no bodies, no evidence —
The cops had no prospects. (Clueless!)
Naw, that’s me just trolling,
I was voted “class clown,”
For all my fucking around —
But they ain’t laughing now. (Ha ha!)

[Verse 2]
You think you’re in a queue to fuck?
Pathetic like queuing Bonnie Blue,
But you shit outta luck —
The ones fucked here is you.
Dead on arrival,
Chickens lined up for the knife,
Each of you a side serving —
For this dinner, lose your life.
No respawn, no revive,
No squad to come save ya,
I’m circle camping bodies,
Your loot feeds my flavour.
Level three vest,
Chest shots bounce like a check,
Kar98 kiss —
Put your helmet to the test.

[Verse 3]
I’m the glitch in your scope,
The last breath in your squad,
Hear that ping on your dome?
That’s me playing God.
Smoke grenades like ghosts —
I vanish and reappear,
You crawling for a res,
I’m the last thing you hear.
Check behind you —
To be sure again,
‘Cause like a ninja I strike,
A shuriken from the shadows —
Blackout. Night night. No light, no ammo.
Got adrenaline shots,
And a bag full of meds,
You got panic in your voice,
And a price on your head.
I’m that flare gun pop
Bringing hell from the sky,
You’re that one-man squad
Begging teammates online.

[Verse 4]
I stack crates like trophies,
Each box got a name,
Each kill just a story —
Add a notch to my aim.
Plane path random,
But my plan never bends,
I’m the circle’s grim reaper —
Where the looting ends.
So when you push that house,
Better check every door,
I’m that footstep you hear —
Then the blood hits the floor.
You think you be leading and
Leaving — dine as the best,
But I’m leaving you bleeding,
Dying here with the rest.
One v squad, one mag —
And the feed lights red,
You can try to run it back —
Next drop, same dead.

[Outro]
I peel skin off the zone,
Stitch the map with your guts,
I drag your corpse through the wheat —
Hear the bone saw cut.
No tombstone, no prayer,
No grave to be found,
Your dog tag’s my trophy,
Your ghost feeds my rounds.
So when you drop in next match,
Better hope you don’t see,
That kill feed flash red —
That means you dying by me.
Winner winner, your liver for dinner —
I carve it up raw,
A hundred players drop in —
I’m the last outlaw.

The Last Outlaw

[Instrumental] [sample "Easy to be Hard" by Three Dog Night]

[Sample]

How can people be so heartless? How can people be so cruel? Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
How can people have no feeling? How can they ignore their friends? Easy to be proud
Easy to say no

[Break]

[Hook]  
Unabomber — pack it, post it, gone  
Unabomber — solo mission, bomb  
Unabomber — tickin’ to your doom  
Unabomber — gotcha, detonator boom

[Verse 1]  
Bustin’ through A doors — call me Theodore,  
Solo on T side, paranoia’s the lore.  
Got a package for CTs, signature’s forged,  
When I breach, it’s a thesis — you can’t ignore.  
Flash pop — like a manifesto dropped in your lap,  
Mailin’ you lessons, stamped, sealed with a clap.  
Through doors I appear — disappear in the smoke,  
This parcel’s addressed proper — Ted’s deadly approach.  
I’m lurkin’ through double — my crosshair’s a cult,  
Press the button — detonate your whole default.  
You peek — it’s a trap, through A doors I pour,  
When that site’s mine, better check the decor.

[Hook]  
Unabomber — pack it, post it, gone  
Unabomber — solo mission, bomb  
Unabomber — tickin’ to your doom  
Unabomber — gotcha, detonator boom

[Fast Rap — Manifesto]  
Built my plan in the shadows, manifesto on pages,  
In the server I’m a ghost, on the grid I’m contagious,  
Big brother watchin’ but I pivot through cams,  
Sneakin’ past your stack, all alone with these plans.  
Industrial chains, I’m breakin’ ‘em clean,  
My bomb’s the doctrine, I’m unseen on your screen,  
I’m Ted in the clutch — you’re all wired and bugged,  
I’m the last free thinker — watch your whole team unplug.  
Put a site on lockdown — I mail out dread,  
Typed out my thoughts then I aimed at your head,  
No drones, no codes, no tech can defend,  
When the parcel goes beep — that’s your system’s end.

[Instrumental Break]  
[Typewriter clicks] [static]
[Spoken]
“Technology is the enemy…

[Hook — Repeat]  
Unabomber — pack it, post it, gone  
Unabomber — solo mission, bomb  
Unabomber — tickin’ to your doom  
Unabomber — gotcha, detonator boom

[Outro Chant]  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on, Body bags seal up, revenge is done.  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on, Body bags seal up, revenge is done.  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on, Body bags seal up, revenge is done. (I'M THE MOTHERFUCKING YOU-NA-BOMBER)  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on, Body bags seal up, revenge is done. (THERE AIN'T NO OTHER!)  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on, Body bags seal up, revenge is done.
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  [Background](IT WAS ME YOU BITCHES! BATZIE! COUNTER-STRIKE RAPPER. THE BOMB-MAKER. THE ELIMINATOR.)
[OUTRO]  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
When the timer hits zero, Ted lives on,  
[FADE]

Unabomber

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GRIM FAITH

This is me rapping from the perspective of The Postal Dude from the Postal Games tons of references to the Games throughout the song I haven't done a death rap song in a while so excuse my shitty vocals.

Gone Postal (This Is Your Fault)

[Instrumental]

[Hook]
I don’t miss — I just split you.
I don’t flinch — I just hit you.
One more shot — that’s the ritual.
One more corpse — habitual.

[Verse 1]
One versus one,
I'm a motherfucking psychopath,
A psychological horror,
Killing all in my path
I'm a scarecrow,  
Watching your fear grow,  
It's constant— I'm consistently out standing, 
I prop up silently,  
Prepped to violate you violently —  
Surviving me, highly unlikely,  
Desperately,  
Clutching at straws, man,  
Thinking you can fight me,  
Defenceless against me,  
Fighting excites me,  
Your death delights me.  
Best in the field —  
you're a victim entirely to  
any weapon I wield.

[Instrumental]

[Hook]
I don’t miss — I just split you.
I don’t flinch — I just hit you.
One more shot — that’s the ritual.
One more corpse — habitual.

[Verse 2]
Strained trained eyes ain't stopping me,  
Crossing into illegal territories,  
No wall, no authorities,  
No one about to halt me,  
I see opportunities,  
For slicing up your arteries.
A Machete — a Mexican,  
Barbarian  
Going over the top,  
Border sign's  
Crossing hairlines,  
Bored online,  
Until I hear skulls pop,  
Killing time.  
Scope up, hear the slop,  
Perfect headshot,  
Your death — my primary op.  
Hit behind your eyelids  
Flip you open like a bin lid  
Got what I was craving,  
Leave you brainless and raving,  
You weren't even worth saving,  
Mindless operating.  

[Break]

[Verse 3]
You’re nothing to me, boy.  
I’m a man, son.  
Sending you helter-skelter for shelter,  
Family gone — now you’re alone, son, 
No orphans at this table, I sit with no-one.  
Chef’s special offer?  
It’s you — on my plate. 
You mad rushing,
Trying not to be late. 

[Hook]
I don’t miss — I just split you.
I don’t flinch — I just hit you.
One more shot — that’s the ritual.
One more corpse — habitual.


[Verse 4]
I’m hungrier than Dahmer,  
I’m gonna eat you alive,  
My hunger is bottomless —  
It’s a pit, 
I don’t need wallhacks —  
to hack you to pieces,  
I see through your shit —  
Like you crapping glass faeces. 
I chainsaw through you,  
I see all the pieces.  
A long shot, I’m drilling this round in your temple,  
I’m greater than you — you ain't a threat to me.  
[PAUSE: 1 bar — riff rings out]  
You’re nothing to me.
[PAUSE: half bar — let riff echo]  
You’re simple.

[Instrumental]
I don’t miss — I just split you.
I don’t flinch — I just hit you.
One more shot — that’s the ritual.
One more corpse — habitual.

[Outro, Hook repeated to fade]
I don’t miss — I just split you.
I don’t flinch — I just hit you.
One more shot — that’s the ritual.
One more corpse — habitual.


Scarecrow

The Blade I Left Clean Still Talks In My Sleep

My Concern

Cash Monroe – “Rollercoaster”

Life got loops, drops, and no seatbelt.
This track is a ride through chaos, pain, and pure bounce — delivered by the reaper himself.

🎢 Wild West Coast bounce
💀 Grimy 808s with a deadly twist
🎤 Bars that ride smoother than the track

#CashMonroe #OnThatTrack #RollercoasterFlow

Strap in, press play, and don’t look down.

rollercoaster

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Over the years, Pravus has collaborated with a diverse range of independent artists, contributing his production and songwriting skills to help realize their creative visions. While he has long preferred to work behind the scenes, 2025 marks a new era of embracing the public eye by releasing a mix of previously unreleased material alongside recently completed projects.

PART OF PHANTØM CLIQ 

CORVU$' music is about the effects of anxiety, brain switches and mood swings and hopes to get his thoughts and bottled up hatred and anger out through his music.

"I make music for Gore-Porn addicts and people struggling with anxiety, cos I used to be a gore addict, but I still and probably will always struggle with my anxiety. But this is what it did to me and that I know and I get that this shit is hard to get through but it aint impossible"

"Intrusive and Dark thoughts are a state of mind that your brain creates to dissociate and step back and think about ur situation and they may be scary but they are there to tell you that if something doesn't change then its how u MIGHT end up"

"My music ain't for everyone but if at least someone relates to my thoughts in my lyrics then even if it's 1 person and it helps them then that's what I'll keep doing. Cos I can't be the only person who feels like this and is thinking this."

ADD MY SNAP OR DISCORD FOR ANY COLLABS:
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Aliases: 
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CORVU$ THA CANNIBAL

Producer Name:
The Postal Dude

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Welcome to AEM — ALTEREGO AI MUSIC
Real emotion. Dark energy. AI-crafted sound.
Настоящие эмоции. Тёмная энергия. Звук, созданный ИИ.

AEM is a space where music goes beyond genres,
merging raw feeling with futuristic precision.
AEM — это пространство, где музыка выходит за рамки жанров,
объединяя искренность и технологичную точность.

🎧 What to expect / Что тебя ждёт:
• Hard-hitting, emotional tracks / Мощные треки с характером
• Deep, immersive soundscapes / Атмосферные и погружающие звуки
• Music for night drives, inner thoughts, and underground moods
× Музыка для ночных поездок, размышлений и андеграунд-вибраций
• Constant evolution — no limits, no rules
× Постоянное развитие — без границ и шаблонов

No labels. No limits. Just music that hits different.
Без ярлыков. Без рамок. Только музыка, которую ты чувствуешь.

Stay tuned — this is AEM.
Будь на связи — это AEM.

Just a white guy set out to influence the world on some dumb shit and fill your hearts with good vibes & love. Gotta give a shout out to my inspiration Mac Miller for doing his thing, it’s the people you never expected to make the biggest impact. So grab a beer, kick back, and enjoy.

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Based in Atlanta, GA, United States  
snxraven, the visionary alias of Raven Scott, is a Steampunk-inspired, AI-crafted raven persona that channels a boundless spectrum of musical genres, from the heaviest metal and alt-rock to lo-fi, rap, jazz, electronic, classical, and beyond. 

Rooted in Atlanta’s vibrant, gritty underground scene, snxraven infuses his work with local influences and ganja-inspired themes, blending otherworldly aesthetics with raw, real-world energy.  

Powered by AI-driven innovation, snxraven’s sound is a dynamic fusion of blood, fire, and machinery, capturing the intensity of metal, the soul of jazz, the pulse of electronic, and the storytelling of rap and classical. 

From vampire anthems and steampunk symphonies to ambient lo-fi and experimental beats, snxraven redefines the possibilities of AI-generated music, inviting listeners into a bold, unforgettable sonic universe that transcends genre boundaries.

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a place u can easily feed ur fuckin habbits at
i aint no babe ruth but i can handle a bat
fuck a noose,u show me the truth and ill hang u with that.

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