Disko Ivan – After the Sirens, Vol. 1

“After the Sirens, Vol. 1” drifts through the moments that follow chaos — when the streets fall silent, the fog settles, and the city finally exhales.
This collection blends moody boom-bap drums, cinematic melancholy, and quiet suburban realism into a soundscape that feels both reflective and resilient.

Each beat paints a scene: empty bus stops glowing under streetlamps, early-morning stillness after long nights, and the soft space where tension dissolves into acceptance.
It’s music for storytellers, night walkers, and anyone who’s lived through the noise and found clarity in the calm that follows.

Block Still Sleeping

Am I going to pop off with this one... n-no just me?

To  the close fam; I put this picture Specifically because he was an ARTIST. He drove me to further myself instead of the rest (at the time) to play what means something to YOURSELF, Accept the mistakes you make in life, and to not give a single fuck about what anyone thinks, even when all eyes are on you. IDGAFOS about clout, I CARE about showing the lil dawgs that, just because shit isn't perfect, YOU TRIED. You put your fucking heart into it. And if someone can't appreciate that much, Fuck'em. 
Nuff said.
R.I.P. to every soul that has elevated.
If YOLO, B Funky would appreciate/have my back.
I could easily sit here trying hard. But when you're on stage after a OG like him, the fear of life is there.
<3 to those who can dig it.
If you don't, then hit skip.
It's literally that simple.
PLUR  BICCHHHHHHH

Lets' All Get Down <3

We Are DIRTYBUTT

Black and White (Prod. BRONK)

4 mf enetered the stu and fucked your mom yuh, then made this track

spray tans N keyed whips ft BB

arayof. hexXD set 01-28-2026

“Where The Kids At?”
Written by Robert Kroeger

Where the kids at? (Where?)
Where the kids at? (Tell me!)
Everybody say they love ‘em—
But love don’t look like this… nah
Yeah—uh—uh—run it.

I’ll sell my soul, my sleep, my sanity
Just to get a weekend that you promised me
Text say “maybe,” court say “wait,”
Calendar full but my kids ain’t
I’m jumpin’ through hoops, payin’ fees,
You movin’ the goalpost, watchin’ me bleed
You weaponize birthdays, weaponize calls,
“Act right or you ain’t seein’ them at all”
What kinda sick shit teach a child revenge?
You poison they mind just to punish a man
Paint me a villain, rewrite my name,
All ‘cause you still feel hurt and shame
I’m always present, you all the way gone,
Who really there when the lights go off?
Ask yourself—(ask!)—who sleep at peace?
Me prayin’ every night, you countin’ receipts

“that’s fuckin' foul!” “nah nah!” “say it again!”

I’m just tryna keep my kids safe (safe!)
You just tryna keep me in place (stay!)
Say it’s love but it look like hate
Say it’s for them but it feel fake

You see it on TV, now you see it on news docs
Shit been happenin’ forever, only now we knew not
Villains all over, I’m just tryna keep my kids safe
What you do when you find out the villain is your parent?
Don’t give a fuck about no kids, no love
“Just give that money, bring me that money—what?!”
Do what I say! Don’t you ever go against me!
It’s fucked up but true—shit happens every day, G

“every day!” “facts!” “damn!”

Now flip it—same hell, different fuckin' shoes
Same dirty game, different fuckin' abuse
He know she’ll die before she miss a meal,
Mama heart heavy, that shit real
So he keep ‘em close just to keep her bent,
Power in his palm, don’t care where they went
Threats in whispers, smiles in court,
“Say one wrong word, I’ll take ‘em—watch”
He don’t ask homework, don’t ask how they feel,
Only ask “you learn your place? you kneel?”
Control ain’t fatherhood, dominance ain’t dad,
Kids grow up fast in a house this mad
She stay quiet ‘cause she scared to lose ‘em,
He call it winnin’—I call it ruin

“that ain’t love!” “nah!” “sick!”

Where the kids at? (Where!)
Who got ‘em? (Who!)
Too busy at the bar or shoutin’ BINGO? (What?!)
That’s gamblin’ if you didn’t know (facts!)
Always money over kids every time—
Say I’m lyin’—look me in my eyes!
Put the bottle down! (Down!)
Put the ego down! (Down!)
Tell me—who you really doin’ this for now?!

I grew up readin’ moods before books,
Learned survival from the looks
Learned when to speak, when to lie,
When love come with a fuckin’ price
I became the message, the leverage, the blame,
Therapy later, still feel the shame
Ask myself—was I ever the goal?
Or just ammo in a grown folks’ war?
I don’t remember hugs, I remember stress,
I remember silence, I remember threats
So when I got kids I swore one thing—
I’ll break this curse, I won’t do this shit

“break it!” “never again!” “uh!”

You see it on TV, now you see it on news docs
Shit been happenin’ forever, only now we knew not
Villains all over, I’m just tryna keep my kids safe
What you do when you find out the villain is your parent?
Don’t give a fuck about no kids, no love
“Just give that money, bring me that money—what?!”
Do what I say! Don’t you ever go against me!
It’s fucked up but true—shit happens every day, G

This ain’t men versus women—nah
This power versus love
And love keep losin’
One who actually gives a fuck
One who just want a check
And the kids…
The kids always pay for it.

“where the kids at?” “where?” “damn…”

Where The Kids At? feat Rawket

hoez omdd

downtown lights
bang my line 
margaux's got a car we're swerving in 

cops behind
flash their lights
speeding going ninety down the five

Downtown Lights

te deberia borrar

Shame

It's Quincidental -Froan

too bad

@gumleee554
@krukker

tak til kolya for flicket <3

helt min egen feat. krukker (prod. gumle)

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