all eyes on me _ 2pac

2Pac Ft. 50 Cent & The Notorious B.I.G - Messiah

50 Cent - Double Glock ft. 2Pac(AllSideConnection)

(Get a load… get a load… get a load of my batshit orders…)
scratch
What? huh? yeah…

Get a load of my batshit orders,
Eat the crumbs from my toasted borders.
Put my remains in a mailbox low,
River run red when the reptiles show.

Dip that gravy in the brown sauce pot,
Serve me death on a plate still hot.
Eyes of a pig with a serpent’s wings,
Devil in the grass when the night bell rings.

Crawl through static, dust in lungs,
Beat too raw make the whole block numb.
Fox and hare on the lawn still spin,
Shadow in the dark let the madness in.

Clock strike twelve, hallway froze,
Hands too rough, mask don’t show.
No turning back, the sack too black,
What? huh? what? can’t run from that.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

Voices low when the tape rewind,
Snakes on the lawn still twist my mind.
Serve me pain with a crystal glass,
Life too short so I move too fast.

Crocodiles feast where the water’s black,
Mailbox closed, don’t send that back.
Phonk too deep with a death-row bass,
Ghosts in the trunk make the street vibrate.

Blood on the floor where the echoes hide,
No windows here, no doors inside.
No mercy shown, no chance, no flag,
What you fear most in the black bag.

I’m the glitch in the funk, distortion scream,
Chopped-up loop in a broken dream.
What? huh? what? fill the void,
Static employed while the world destroyed.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

Who? (what?) where? (what?)
Why? (what?) what? (what?)
Loop that tape, let it bleed, don’t stop,
Funk so raw make the coffin drop.

Basement dark with the red light glow,
Southside heat where the lost ones go.
Trunk too heavy with the 808,
World too slow when the clocks rotate.

Skull on the dash with a crooked grin,
Ash in the cup, pour the poison in.
Gold tooth shine in a bloodstain mask,
Every last breath in a black bag fast.

No name, no face, no flag, no voice,
Phonk too loud, no other choice.
From the grave to the street, I spit this hymn,
Ghost ride clean while the night stay grim.

Ride in the dark with a chopped-up prayer,
Funk in the system, death in the air.
What? huh? what? can’t escape,
This the sound that seals your fate.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

What… what… what…
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
(Repeat, chopped, fade out)

What? huh? what? (Phonk Rap reload)

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Dirty 90s boom-bap, smoky couch vibes. If this hits your high-ideas, smash repost. 💚

Munchies Heist

[Verse 1]  
I woke up to the fridge humming your favorite song  
Your toothbrush still wet, but the water’s long gone  
Coffee went cold, I drank it black like my lungs  
Tasted like the “forevers” that slipped off your tongue  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every mirror’s a crime scene, lipstick on the frame  
Every shadow’s a witness whispering your name  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m slow-dancing with death in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Verse 2]  
Your voicemail still says “leave it at the beep”  
I call every hour just to hear you breathe  
The cat stopped eating, she waits by the door  
Paws on the glass like she’s begging for more  

[Verse 3]  
I wore your hoodie till the scent turned to dust  
Now it hangs in the closet like a criminal’s trust  
Neighbors stopped knocking, they know what they’d find  
A man made of echoes and cheap boxed wine  

[Pre-Chorus 2]  
I wrote “come home” on the fog of the glass  
Watched it vanish like every second chance  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m crowd-surfing through hell in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Bridge 1]  
If heaven’s got Wi-Fi, send me a sign  
A thumbs-up emoji, anything fine  
I’d trade every tomorrow for one more tonight  
But the screen stays black and the stars lost their light  

[Bridge 2]  
I dug through the laundry, found your airplane ticket stub  
Destination: anywhere but here, anywhere but us  
The departure board blinks like a heart giving up  
Gate 23, final call, but I’m still in love  

[Breakdown]  
Tick… tick… tick…  
(That’s the clock counting heartbeats I’ll never get back)  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep… (voice breaks)  
I’m dancing with death… (string bends sharp)  
Catchy little hook… (feedback howls)  
La-la-la-lie… (whisper)  
La-la-la-lie… (barely air)  

[Outro]  
 “Hey, it’s me… pick up… I miss you already.”  
[Beep… line dead.]

La-la-la-lie

Deaths Embrace

mháthair

Hook — Hard-hitting, punchy

Locked In

Locked In (feat. Merida)

BlinkGrow - Enlarged Liver

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.

What? huh? what? (Phonk Rap reload)

Terminalose