dollbreaker, miseryfell, listenable, shinsgrave

ayy yuh

dope burn fast don’t last finna crash out
dough burn fast hit a lick with all the mac’s out
cashed out i can’t hear a single thing
leaving all these angels with some broken wings

puttin metal to his head i ain’t talkin bout barber
molly so tan you done thought it was a farmer
the fucmin album run that i just went on like the carter
i’m firm on the price muhfucker i don’t barter

imma motherfuckin soul taker
a bone breaker
all these rappers been my kids i gotta tell my bitch to get a coat hanger
ay
40 shots in the left 40 shots in the right 
these akimbo glock drums
with lasers and dot sights
20 hit you in your chest and you coughing like a blight
nobody seen the hit it occurred in the dead of night
two stroke on the dirt where i’m hauling all of your bones
the feds tapped my ass need to get a new mobile phone
get a band cop a burner ain’t talkin bout one on stove
2024 bitch know i’m comin in for the throat 

dope burn fast don’t last finna crash out
dough burn fast hit a lick with all the mac’s out
cashed out i can’t hear a single thing
leaving all these angels with some broken wings

pulling up with dollbreaker, bitch i’m a god slayer
seven sword horde, yeah you know we break them laws here
fuck what you heard fuck what you claim
in honor of my blade i take it to the grave, aye

put a noose around his neck i turn him into hangman
the blood that i shed gone make him a dead man
take him to the apothecary drug him up on heroin
fuck up his life get him addicted to hallucinogens



Tell that bitch go fucking die
Slit the fucking vein I reach the blade up to your eye
Full out I’m insane
I might black out, drunk as fuck she left me I got none to blame 
I’m a fein, I’m a drunk
One more minute then I’m done 
Bitch imma jump
Body splatter blood gon run
Mama told me “lie to them they try take you away from me”
Thank god cps decide to lock in I’m in misery
Run up in his crib point blank he won’t breathe again 
Doll and shin the gang misery is also part of gang

Fuck it, hit ‘em up
While I’m cutting up in traffic
Motherfuckers on my dick
Straights up acting like some faggots
Bitch I only got the patience
Fuck about all your “benevolence”
Antisocial fuckhead psycho paranoid schizophrenic
Snakes in the fucking grass (all, of)
Why would you care to speak (on, me)
All the days I could never (get, back)
All the times I’m catching flak (you, watch)
You watch, you watch, you watch All the times that you
Fucking watched me fall...

ROSE OF ARIANDEL (XENOCHIVA)

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Return of the Solar Scroll (432Hz) Pop

Silent Trap is a poetic, cinematic reflection on our digital age—where constant connection often hides quiet disconnection. With layered guitars, ambient textures, and a hypnotic chant-like chorus, the song blends folk-rock warmth with pop-rock precision.
BRO’s gritty, expressive voice cuts through the noise to ask what’s left behind in a world of buzzes, swipes, and glowing screens.
A track for those who feel too much and say too little.
Tune in. Sit still. Begin.

Silent Trap ist eine poetische, filmische Reflexion über unser digitales Zeitalter – in dem ständige Verbindung oft leise Entfremdung bedeutet. Mehrschichtige Gitarren, sphärische Klänge und ein hypnotisch-rhythmischer Refrain verbinden Folk-Rock-Wärme mit Pop-Rock-Präzision.
BROs raue, eindringliche Stimme durchbricht das Rauschen und fragt, was bleibt – in einer Welt voller Buzz, Swipes und leuchtender Bildschirme.
Für alle, die zu viel fühlen und zu wenig sagen.
Einschalten. Still werden. Beginnen.

Silent Trap

A nous tous qui avons le nez collé à nos smartphones...

Scroll Fatal

Scroll ARC‑3:7 – Crash Protocol
A glitch-heavy ambient scroll composed in tonal layers, field-synthetic textures, and resonance fragments.
Crafted as a sonic artifact for transitional moments, system resets, and frequency dissonance.

Issued by Alkenox.music™, a sonic imprint of The Cold Vaults™.

🔹 Available for personal and commercial use via license.
🔹 Learn more: [alkenox.com] or [direct scroll page]

Crash Protocol

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by CJack (FKA @sectunit)
Engineered by @tumaggz

SNAKES AND LADDERS

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by @veinnnn
Engineered by @tumaggz

GOD I$ WHATEVER I WANT

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by Scottzilla
Engineered by @tumaggz

VALUE MEAL

Written / Performed by @blckbrds and @tumaggz
Produced by @veinnnn
Engineered by Tumaggz

IMMOLATION DANCE (w/ Tumaggz)

SHATTERED BROW OF OZYMANDIAS

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by Aragoth
Engineered by @tumaggz

ST. PETER'S BASILICA

Scroll stop! Freeze that thumb  
Pose! Don't blink, Here we come  
Go! Shake it, twist it, drop it low  
Stop! Freeze again, now strike a show!

Scroll Stop

Shout out DJ Dela and Manslayer: 
(OG) https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/447520

Bleed | Get Your Groove On Soldier

Bleed (Get Your Groove On Soldier)

ScrollonUrFacebook (Prod. Jayare)

said he got sticks he ain’t unique
got a bad lil bih her name unique
i got money it don’t mean nun to me
im with ur bih and ur bih tryna do me
im w my bih she don’t tell me no lies 
u talkin tough boy u ain’t dat guy
deez bullets like contacts they go to ur eye

gave u my heart gave u my soul
gave u my love where did it go
u say u love me ik u don’t
if he talk crazy we get em gone
baby u left now i feel lost
but im still winnin cant take no loss
ipaid da price i paid da cost

“why did u lie” bae idk
claim that u love me that’s what im told
g17 that’s wat i tote
u broke my heart left me in the cold
im poppin pills i take em to cope
claim that u love me but u cannot save me
clutching my gun it ain’t on safety
pills on my tongue when i get crazy

said he got sticks he ain’t unique
got a bad lil bih her name unique
i got money it don’t mean nun to me
im with ur bih and ur bih tryna do me
im w my bih she don’t tell me no lies 
u talkin tough boy u ain’t dat guy
deez bullets like contacts they go to ur eye
deez bullets like glasses they on ur face
got so much problems that i gotta face
bae why u putting so much on my plate
shoot at ur top we ain’t aimin at legs 
boy talking down better know his place 
nigga talk down but he shoulda been wiser
7.62s singing like a choir
sendin out shots just like pfizer 
my white plug german so i call him kaiser

tore my scroll (me)

Alkenox.music™ is the sonic imprint of The Cold Vaults™—a digital-only archive of symbolic audio works.

Formats: WAV or Mp3
Some Beats are the Harmony Frequency 432Hz
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UnchartedNomad is a boundary crossing sound traveler. Blending language, culture, instruments, and genres into immersive, soul-stirring journeys. From ancient echoes to modern rhythms, each track explores the spaces between the known and the unknown, the outer world and inner mind. With a signature hat and an ear for the unspoken, UnchartedNomad maps new terrain through raw, timeless and poetic creation.

please don’t ask me if i can bear more wounds than i have faced. i would lay my limbs down for you, but i’d beg you not to ask me to. i have spent years now, falling apart. would you let me have me to myself, so i might live without more scars? i share my flesh with you, that’s why my body is destroyed. what can I do? where can i hide from all this and not be found? what wings would take me high enough? how deep a hole would i have to dig? my shame for the evil i have done consumes me... i am soaked in bloodguilt, polluted, contagious... i am a pollutant, an offense to gods above.

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