Rivilin Socials:
https://rivilin.com/
https://www.instagram.com/RivilinOfficial/
https://soundcloud.com/rivilin
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3Zx6YOsYHf5uj5xvnNhhgL?si=4e6bdfa691f847a0


Broadus Socials:
https://www.broadusmusic.com/
https://www.instagram.com/broadus972
https://soundcloud.com/broadus972
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7CIMNFNrpE8Ta9hMVhE162?si=wrNsDKQkTIieVuCQtanK6w


(Broadus)

Nothing left to lose  
But we stay stuck abused


You got something else to say 
I see nothing but a stain 
Spit it out and burn away 
You’re a waste of fuckin space 

Ash my life out 
I treat my mind like I’m the prey 
Hunting me down 
No right or wrong we’re both to blame

Ash my life out into the tray 
I treat my mind like I’m the prey 
Hunting me down we’re in the grey 
No right or wrong we’re both to blame 

We burn so bright then thrown away 
Dancing around in this ballet
We put our crowns on to display 
No right or wrong we’re both to blame 

(Rivilin)

Yeah, so crucify me out on the cross, you know that I never learn
You set the kindle ablaze, see watch my skin start to burn
Is this it? Is this all you have to give?
You're nothing but a senseless waste of time, I raise from this pit

I'm coming back, I'm the illness that's inside of you, I'm digging in your skin
I will show you what you could have been, break the bones in your shin
As we left you there, yeah grovelling, you'll find nothing within
Just a hollow empty spectre, yeah you never put all in

(Broadus)

Ash my life out into the tray 
I treat my mind like I’m the prey 
Hunting me down we’re in the grey 
No right or wrong we’re both to blame 

We burn so bright then thrown away 
Dancing around in this ballet
We put our crowns on to display 
No right or wrong we’re both to blame 

There is a nightmare living under the surface 
9 pounds to cut isn’t enough I have to go to the bone 
I treat my mind like I’m the prey 
Hunting me down 
No right or wrong we’re both to blame

Ash my life out into the tray 
I treat my mind like I’m the prey 
Hunting me down we’re in the grey 
No right or wrong we’re both to blame 

We burn so bright then thrown away 
Dancing around in this ballet
We put our crowns on to display 
No right or wrong we’re both to blame

Both To Blame

Muck

This is Dead Tongue Tribe forged in smoke and steel — a track for June 17, 1953, when Berlin’s streets caught fire and voices rose against stone and state. 
Industrial guitars, marching drums, and iron chants carry the memory of boots, blood, and barricades. The machines may march, the hearts may freeze — but the uprising stays.

— D.T.T.

06 - 17 June 1958 (Maschinen)

This one’s straight chaos — heavy riffs, distorted energy, and raw emotion. A blend of metal + rap + rage.
Turn it all the way up, break the speakers, and let the madness hit.
🎧 Play loud. Share it. Add it to your rage playlist.
If you’re rocking with this, hit that repost, drop a comment, and follow — more heat dropping soon.
#ohshit #droolvs #metaltrap #rapmetal #rage #hardcore #newmusic #underground

OH SHiT

Stand!

@dannyleans @vedoth

ya I'm pourin line after line
i just jugged your mans ya I'm hitting crimes
i don't give a fuck about you bitch you wasting time
i just spilled some lean on my number nines
ya we juggin and finnesin
i just fucked your bitch toting Smith and Wesson
pull up on your block ya we shooting with supression
counting hella bands bitch you dealing with depression

ya these bad bitches fuckin with me
i just got the ARP took it off of semi
ya i got all these pills ya i got plenty
ya i got a big ass gun ya this shit heavy
fire from the sky ya its a pave low
ya I'm chilling with angles bitch ima halo
ya I'm in Russia but this shit aint NATO
spin around in an SRT like a tornado 

SUPRESSION [FT. VEDOTH x SLAY] (prod.bad kid)

TOUGH AS FUCK — Insane Booze Mafia
This is not a jam. It’s a blackout. Rap-metal chaos recorded to sound busted and real — whiskey breath on the mic, glass percussion, and fist-driven rhythms. Vocals are shouted, slurred, and gang-cried. Expect ripped shirts, bloody knuckles, broken neon, and a drumbeat like a thrown punch.

Produced by Flush It Records / X-Pit Radio. Parental Advisory — explicit content.
Stream / Follow / Share:
YouTube: https://youtube.com/@flushitrecords?si=q3JFKNhz4eOZyCn5

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/share/1CzFqB8W3c/?mibextid=wwXIfr

Tough as Fuck

'i' first release by the self, ecstatic pumped for collaborations just getting off my feet with mixing, mastering and the produce, will get that sorted right quick ah, plz share, like, leave a comment and add me to any playlists i well just want tah get this good for listeners lmk if if its rad then, love growth n peace                                                                                                                  
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tearsortears

ZAEBALI

Crawling through voids where the shadows won't speak,
Churning black seas where the maddened gods weep,
Tentacles writhe, the abyss starts to preach,
Sanity frays like the threads on a breach.
Yorkshire grit with a cosmic twist,
Reality bends, it’s a f***ing abyss.


Sigils carved in aether's spine,
Chant their names no sense of time.


Bow to the void, where the whispers reign,
Eldritch gods, their chaos remains.
Bow to the void, your mind unchained,
In their madness, no one’s sane.

Torrents of screams from the deep unknown,
Mind torn apart, cerebellum dethroned.
Teeth of the stars chew the flesh of the weak,
Pulse pounds hard, and the cosmos leaks.
Mandibles snapping on the edge of thought,
Lucid dreams in a cage they caught.


Chainsaws grind where the guitars roar,
Bassline detonates, shattering the floor.
Drums like cannon fire chaotic, raw,
Ripping apart this eldritch law.


Fingers grasp at the seams of the sky,
Time folds inward as dimensions die.
The chanting grows louder, the techno beats rise,
Synths collide as the light denies.

Sanity Insanity - Single

💩 Flush It Records – Where the underground overflows.

We ain’t just one genre—we’re a full-blown sewer pipe of sound. From raunchy rap to outlaw country, metal sludge to reggae haze, punk rock brawls to hip-hop hysteria, Flush It Records is the filthy buffet you didn’t ask for—but can’t stop listening to.

🎤 Satirical AI bangers, dive-bar anthems, stoner jams, toilet humor classics, and unfiltered fire from the weirdest corners of every genre. Our artists don’t chase trends—they piss on ‘em.

🚽 We don’t polish turds—we weaponize them.
🧻 Wipe away the mainstream—Flush It’s floodin’ the system.
🔥 Country, rap, reggae, rock, comedy, metal… if it’s loud, raw, and wrong—we’re on it.

Follow us. Stream the chaos.
💀 Welcome to the throne room.

Check out our YouTube Channel! https://www.youtube.com/@FlushitRecords

We advocate for fun and chaos, preferably in that order! First, have fun, and then create chaos!

Email: dannyleans@gmail.com 
send beats^
#BloodthirstyEmpire
Demons
@cryptixxx

Self produced / Sad  

CONTACT: RIVILINAU@GMAIL.COM

13 schools made me DROOL.  
Sleep is for the rich until we live in the dream.  
DROOL VS — the villain era.

Bedroom producer making random shiz, on my journey to get 4 likes,
Learning guitar bit ass atm

Weirdly this does cost me some expenses, any donations would be massively appreciated! 

If you have requests let me know!

Trapcore and Trap-Metal: Real Rockstar! I appreciate all the support. Be sure to follow me on my other pages to stay up to date with new music!

Latest Drop: Dirty

New tracks tagged #RAPMETAL