Night After Night

into my prime (mastered)

Bottles and Powder

Get a Fix

"The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." - Unknown

Bitch Face

Soft lights on the table where the stories lie
Silver forks reflect shadows of what we hide
The napkin’s stained but the truth’s still plain
We take a seat in silence, we carry the chain

Mother pours the tea, father clears his throat
The tablecloth holds memories of every note
Tâches on the linen like our names carved deep
Every mark a secret we promised to keep
Grandma softly humming in the corner of her gaze
She knows the history we treat like holidays
Kids laughing loud but the mood stays tight
We swallow the past though it sits in plain sight
Older voices whisper in rooms down the hall
Unsaid resentments decorating the wall
We pass the plates but not the words unspoken
We wear forgiveness thin, the fabric’s broken
The gravy flows easy, the pain stays thick
We toast to the future but the past still sticks
The napkin’s soaked but we don’t wipe the stain
Because the story’s ours and we own the pain

Tablecloth stains, they name our names
Secrets we never wash, echoes of old games
We dine in the hush, we dine in the ache
Generations seated where the silence takes
Tablecloth stains, they name our names
Legacy of quiet wars, never seen in the frames
We lift our glasses but we know the cost
In the theatre of smiles we drown what’s lost

Dad clears his throat and adjusts the light
Pretends the past is gone though it haunts the night
Cousins swap plates, avoiding the glance
The stain on the cloth stays in its trance
We’re heirs of unresolved, bearers of the hush
We dress the wound in laughter, rush the blush
Every toast’s a cover for something unsaid
Every smile a marker of what we fled
Mother touches the rim of her wine glass slow
Her eyes wander to a place we don’t go
Kids draw pictures of house and home
But walls built of silence won’t let us roam
The napkin catches drops but never the tears
We fold it each year, respect the fears
Still the cloth shows signs of the fights we lost
Sending signals in the wrinkles at the cost

Tablecloth stains, they name our names
Secrets we never wash, echoes of old games
We dine in the hush, we dine in the ache
Generations seated where the silence takes
Tablecloth stains, they name our names
Legacy of quiet wars, never seen in the frames
We lift our glasses but we know the cost
In the theatre of smiles we drown what’s lost

In the basement boxes old letters lie
“Sorry” never written, just passed us by
Broken phrases between the lines of ease
We hide the scars under the family breeze
Footsteps echo in rooms where we never walked
Voices paused in love but the silence talked
The fabric folds keep every remnant there
We watch the dinner end but the burden stays bare
We hold the napkin, we sniff the air
The stain’s not cleaned, it’s too aware
Generational muteness built on polite lies
We lift our forks but the truth don’t rise

Tablecloth stains, they name our names
Secrets we never wash, echoes of old games
We dine in the hush, we dine in the ache
Generations seated where the silence takes
Tablecloth stains, they name our names
Legacy of quiet wars, never seen in the frames
We lift our glasses but we know the cost
In the theatre of smiles we drown what’s lost

Lights dim slow, plates moved away
The stains remain where we once prayed
We fold the cloth, keep the scars concealed
Tablecloth stains, the truth unrevealed

Tablecloth Stains

$pazz FREESTYLE Fillmyblunt ft K.Flipz PROD MasterSplinter

This is a 100 Blunt$ Remix. A reprod. by br0ckb0mba.

100 Blunt$ Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Cobe]
Uhh
Yeah
Uhh

[Whole Song: Cobe]
Trippy. I'm sippin', I'm rollin', I'm drinkin'.(yeah)
Don't worry bout me lil' nigga just mind your business.(uhh)
I'm droppin' this sauce all on these niggas,(yeah)
So I walk through the door like, what up? Head pimpin'(yeah)
So fresh, I'm in your mansion when I talk, they gotta listen(uhh)
Got another one, I'm hittin' bustin' all up, tell me, listen, man,(yeah)
Chillin' with the venom, man
Come up with a bigger plan(uhh)
Fuck up what you talkin' about, that's venom like a cellophane(yeah)
Obviously, niggas watchin',(uhh)
Pockets on back, yeah, they knotted(yeah)
Gun can't stop it, boy, I drop it,(uhh)
I'ma shoot it straight top like a rocket(yeah)
I got it, big, black pockets
Keep fuckin' with me and acknowledge
I'm the one that shoots, swervin', swallowin',(uhh)
You don't wanna see me, then you won't buy it(yeah)
Comin' double up in the bigger truck
You said they want it, tell them, shut it up(yeah)
I'm the one that put it out, pull it up,(uhh)
Come on, you ain't see me, fast, post it up(yeah)
Pull up in the Ghost and test the ropes
Tell them, boys, you better go and touch it, fuck(yeah)
I make a nigga go and touch his soul, fuck it with the flow(uhh)
You ain't wanna met me, cause you didn't meet your goals, yeah
Goin' up, threes on the floor,(uhh)
Get that money, tell him, get the dough(yeah)
Rich, like nigga, we was broke,(uhh)
Stand out, you ain't even know(yeah)
Hot a nigga, weavin' in the cold,(uhh)
We be gettin' money, you was broke(yeah)
Now we turnin' up, so shit can blow,(uhh)
I make somethin' out of nothin' broke

100 Blunt$ Remix

wakk

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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The Jimmy Neutron of Music, Kysharn Kennedy, professionally known as MiSTah Kye (or MK), is a rapper and songwriter from North-West London reshaping the boundaries of independent artistry. 4 years in and he has amassed over 150 million streams across all major platforms without a label, management, or team, building his entire career from a mobile setup using the DAW Garageband.

What began with a jailbroken iPhone 5 evolved into a signature sound, now marked by his engineer tag: “What? MiSTah Kye Mixed This On A Phone?” His unique recording process fuses professional equipment with DIY creativity, resulting in a sonic identity that is raw, emotional, and deeply personal.

In 2021, Kye’s track “The Talking Stage Game”, sampling Shiloh Dynasty, gained viral momentum and reached #17 on the independent UK charts. It offered an early glimpse into his potential and validated his unorthodox approach. Since then, he has released projects like Recovery and his seasonal tape series Retrogress (Season 1), Retrospect (Season 2), and RetroEnd (Season 3), continuing to build a cohesive world around his music while growing a loyal fanbase known as the MK Army.

His storytelling blends personal trauma, growth, and transformation with flashes of intensity through his alter ego MK, delivering each release as a new chapter in a larger, ongoing journey.

With a forward-thinking vision and a self-built sound, MiSTah Kye is steadily establishing his presence in the UK’s rising rap scene.

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