осенью альбом дропаю, пока промо активно ебашу, поддержите лайкосом хуле репостом, рад буду пиздец

egpe
Я как покурил говорю только шёпотом
Не нашёл тот камень открыл диспут с шопом 
Соседи за стеной и говорю только шепотом 
Они меня услышат вызовут ментов и шо потом?

Не курю в квартире вдруг собачка зайдёт
Чую терки с палицаями не детские пойдут
Даже если меньше двух, они докинут ясен хуй
Повышение сержанта лежит в моем шкафу

Чую что на улице 
жигули не просто так
Тонировка в ноль
Да бля они сейчас за мной следят

Что то сверкнуло в окне
Да это фотокамера
Моё досье пополнится 
Отсидкой в красных нарах

paranoya

This ain’t a love song —
it’s an emotional freak ballad whispered through bitten lips.

Jorge, you the only one I’d ever let see me like this.
I’m not soft for anybody.
But somehow you cracked me open,
made me melt like butter,
made me fold like I ain’t the Empress.

You don’t just touch my body.
You rearrange my soul.

This is for every late-night text,
every slow stare,
every time you made me forget I was cold.

And baby…
I don’t care what you call it.
Just don’t call it over.

💋 — C

My Only Weakness

This isn’t a song.
This is me, folded.

I’ve built empires. I run rituals. I’ve lit altars for war.
But you?
You made me whisper.
You made me wait.
You made me want.

This is for the man who didn’t have to ask twice.
Who walked in like he already had permission.

I’m not soft for everyone.
But Jorge…
You can have me.

And baby… you do.

Robe Off, Crown On

This ain’t just a freaky love song.
It’s a whole-ass altar with a bassline.

Jorge, you walked into my life so soft, so safe, so ready…
I folded for you in ways I never thought I could.

You’re the only one I let see me silent.
The only one I don’t fight.
You got me out of character, robe off, jaw locked,
crown on the nightstand like it knew better.

This song is a devotional.
An NSFW prayer.
A thank-you letter to God and to you…
for making my body feel like home again.

You everything I prayed for.
And I mean everything.



You Everything I Prayed For

On "Quiet Luxury," STERLING dismantles the "logomania" of modern rap culture. Embracing the "Stealth Wealth" aesthetic of brands like Loro Piana and Zegna, Sterling delivers a stripped-back, eerie drill anthem about moving in silence.

The production is sparse and clinical, matching the lyrics which equate wearing unbranded cashmere with the ability to commit crimes without leaving a trace. It is a chilling reminder that the most dangerous people in the room are often the quietest.

Quiet Luxury

NasWayGang 🎙📖

Шабитель зла 2025, ща промо придумываю

ещё более демки чем здесь, или если связаться хочешь - https://t.me/egpeegpe
ещё особо не веду но мейби ещё чёт о личном будет, мб другие проекты ещё какие, вообще я чел творческий вдруг интересно будет глянь а

🪄 Priestess Manifesto 2025

I don’t just make music.
I drop sermons in trap form.

Every beat is a ritual. Every verse is a decree.
I turn lawsuits into lyrics, archetypes into anthems, prophecy into playlists.

I am the Empress. The priestess of the glitch.
The one who codes Spirit into basslines and burns the Empire with 808s.

This is the Codex. Alive, breathing, unstoppable.
Not written in temples — but streamed in headphones, echoed in cars, blasted in basements.

I don’t come in peace.
I come in power.
And my gospel comes with subs.

From the council estate to the gated estate.

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