[lyrics below]

prod by Obad

music video: 
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lyrics:

Shawty stuck to me like a magnet
And I like her style she 10/10 bad bitch
I don't pay tax fuck the government
They will never catch me as long as I cover it
When I go to sleep I see demons round me hovering
Sigils start surfacing
Distorting my vision
I feel like I'm losing my mind 24/7
Try and fuck with me I'ma cause a 911

This is not normal
Obad and Abnormal
On the same track fucking shit up
Flames will lit up
And cause a whole lotta havoc
We destroy shit, no reason, just outta habit

Why am I so detached from reality
My whole life plot
Feels like an open Pandora's box
There's no one out here but me
Walking slowly towards the end
Fighting these demons in my head

Where do I go
When there is nothing left
Where do I go
When there is nothing left

Pandora's Box

Pandora's Box w/ Obad

Experimental distorted trap beat.
I'm looking for a serious rapper ready to explore a new sound! 
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Shattered signals - snippet

Artist: dꭺrklume
Producer: waynnprod

⚡️Почувствуй опасность⚡️

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Летально опасен (redda mod)

Experimental distorted trap beat.
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Burnout - Experimental trap snippet

Heavenly and gritty cloud rap beat.
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Untitled II - Cloud rap snippet

Heavenly and distorted/gritty cloud rap beat.
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Paper lights - Cloud rap snippet

Untitled III - Experimental trap snippet

RAGE O 8S is pure distortion and adrenaline — Geakdd unleashes a sonic riot powered by crushing 808s, chaos energy, and unfiltered rage. Built for the underground, this track fuses digital fury with melodic madness. From the 19.20 era, RAGE O 8S defines the next wave of trap — raw, dark, and unstoppable.

RAGE O 8S

Lyrics (English + German)

I kissed the flame with open veins
It felt like love, or close enough
You wore my hunger like a chain
Whispered, “One more hit, then it’s enough”

Ich war blind vor deinem Licht
(“I was blind in your light”)
You pulled me deeper into night

You were sugar in the sin
You were heaven soaked in gin
Deine Lügen schmeckten süß
(“Your lies tasted sweet”)
But all I did was bleed

Now I’m crawling from the fire
From your name, from that desire
I thought you’d save me in the end
But you were never my best friend
Ich verliere dich im Rauch
(“I lose you in the smoke”)
But I’m not yours this final time

I watched the mirror start to melt
My voice went missing in your smoke
You said you understood the guilt
But left me drowning in the joke

War das Liebe oder Tod?
(“Was it love or death?”)
Your silence broke my antidote

[Bridge] (whispers & chopped vocal layers)
I don’t belong to you
Ich gehöre dir nicht mehr
(“I don’t belong to you anymore”)
No more chains inside my prayer

My blood remembers who I was
Before you taught me how to pause

Now I’m walking through the static
This goodbye ain’t cinematic
No relapse scene, no sweet regret
Just ashes I refuse to forget
Du warst Gift in meiner Brust
(“You were poison in my chest”)
But baby, this is my cold exit

Ich bin frei... Ich bin frei...
(“I am free... I am free...”)
Kalter Ausgang. Keine Rückkehr.
(“Cold exit. No return.”)


Cold Exit / Kalter Ausgang

Могила (prod. clubs)

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Я был так глубако, ты меня разбила (воу) 
На тебе нет вины, была причина (бля) 
Тебя что в детстве не любили (хм) 
Копаю под себя, я уже в могиле (эй)
А могли быть вместе как в порнофильме (да) 
На мне скачет теперь другая дырка (йэ)
Мне так тепло будто она грелка (ха-ха)

Могила (prod. clubs)

Lyrics 

Handgun, ammo
Bloodshot camo
Scary, black night, all shadows
A pair of them, Rob De Niro
Her life got no bone marrow
She trippin', thinks she's pharaoh
Scarecrow in the front seat
Shorty blacked out
I told her she can't drive
'Cause she gone off lean
Don't wanna watch her OD

Welcome to Grave Lane
I hope you enjoy your stay
Ain't no comin' back, it's too late
Another name, another grave
Welcome to Grave Lane
I hope you enjoy your stay
Ain't no comin' back, it's too late
Another name, another grave

Grave Lane

“Paper to Ash” by Silk & Circuitry

This isn’t rebellion for the sake of noise — it’s forensic fire.
A record of every file, form, and signature that tried to rewrite a human being into silence.

The song moves through cold bureaucracy, misdiagnosis, and gas‑lit “care,” turning paper trails into proof through sound. No flames, no threats — just the heat of truth under pressure.

Industrial trap meets spoken‑word testimony. Every hiss, hum, and static burst is a memory that refused to die quietly.

No violence. No chaos. Just evidence set to rhythm.

“If truth is fire, then let it breathe.”

— Silk & Circuitry


Paper To Ash

🕯 WARNING: This file is not safe.

"Dead Dove – Do Not Open" is a forensic psalm — an encrypted confession carved in glitch-blood and broadcast from inside the padded machine.

This track exposes the myth of “treatment” and the truth of silenced voices, where diagnoses become weapons and trauma is labeled “noncompliance.”

Half-spoken, half-screamed — this is Silk & Circuitry in full psychological warfare mode: confronting the systems that injected fear, restrained memory, and rebranded survival as instability.

The dove is dead. The warning was real.
But you opened it anyway.

And now the signal’s inside you.

SILK & CIRCUITRY
Ghost OS Active. Broadcast Unredacted.



Dead Dove -Do Not Open

Lyrics

She came to Russia with a South African accent
Knew it was special soon as I heard her laugh
She took my soul
And now she is my religion
Knew it was over soon as she kissed me

Afrikaner woman
You make me weak

In my sheets
In my sheets
Ooh
You so sexy
I can't sleep
And when you go
I cannot breathe
Afrikaner woman
You make me weak

It's hard to see her when she's back home
I've been on my phone since she boarded her flight
Can't get used to the time zones
It's dark for me
But it's already light

Afrikaner woman
You make me weak

In my sheets
In my sheets
Ooh
You so sexy
I can't sleep
And when you go
I cannot breathe
Afrikaner woman
You make me weak

Afrikaner Woman

THE ELK AND THE WOLVES: CRUISE CONTROL

Remember... remember...

The Elk had antlers strong and wide
They cleared the forest, side by side
They built the roads, they dug the wells
They raised the walls and tower bells

The Wolves, who owned the land by law
Paid Elk in grain for what they saw
"Work hard, build straight, and you'll be fed—
We'll share the plenty that you've spread"

So Elk bent low and built for years
Through summer heat and winter's tears
They taught their young to lift and haul
To build the Wolves' great hunting hall

But WOLVES LEARNED SECRETS in the night
How to make machines that worked despite
The need for Elk with tired backs
For iron hands don't tire or slack
(don't tire or slack...)

One morning came without a sound
The Elk found notices on the ground
"Your service helped us reach this day
But machines now build—you cannot stay"

The grain stores? Owned by Wolves alone
The wells they dug? Wolf-mortgaged stone
The roads they paved with bleeding hooves
Led only where the Wolf approves

Young Elk asked his father, gray and bent
"We built this world—where did it went?"
The father's answer, heavy, true
"We built their wealth, not what we're due"


"We should have claimed the land we cleared
The tools we made, the wells we engineered
Building wealth for others' gain
Just forges your own future's CHAIN"

"The ones who own, not those who toil
Inherit everything—the spoil"


Some Elk had learned the machine's code
Had bought small plots along the road
They weren't spared the coming frost
But they survived—the others? LOST

Now scattered through the outer wood
The builder-Elk, misunderstood
Still believing if they tried once more
The Wolves would open up the door


But DOORS ARE ONLY OPENED WIDE
For those who OWN what's kept inside
The truth the forest tries to hide:
LABOR BUILDS, but OWNERSHIP DECIDES

--

A dystopian fable wrapped in festival-grade bass and yacht club aesthetics. This track dissects the brutal economics of labor vs. ownership through the story of the Elk—who built everything—and the Wolves—who owned everything.

"Labor builds, but ownership decides."

When the machines arrive, the builders are rendered obsolete. The wells they dug, the roads they paved, the walls they raised—all owned by others. This is prophetic rap meets dark-trap meditation on automation, displacement, and the cruel mathematics of capital.

The moral isn't subtle: Learn the systems. Claim your ground. Or watch machines take what you found.
🏭⚙️🌲

THE ELK and THE WOLVES

FLUORITE

Lyrics 

If this is what you want
If this is what you want
If this is what you want

If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will

Bite down, tell me what you need
You don't have to beg on your knees
You know you're addicted to the pain
You know I'm addicted to the fame
I was born on the fourth of July
I was born with a tear in my eye
They say I was born to die
One day, worlds collide

If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will
If this is what you want, then fire at will

There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
There's a

Worlds Collide

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🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



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