The song begins like a ritual buried in sound, the bass trembling under layers of smoke and echoes, The drums strike with the weight of something ancient, slow and sharp, each hit carrying the pulse of something alive beneath the surface, The flow moves with cold precision, every rhyme bending space around it, as if the words themselves were casting a spell, Whispers rise behind the beat, voices speaking in patterns too old to name, shaping the air into quiet symbols, The rhythm grows heavier, shifting through strange geometry, turning raw energy into something sacred and forbidden, The voice stays steady, filled with control and madness at the same time, guiding the listener through a ceremony of sound, The music feels like a sermon whispered in code, glowing with hidden meaning, Every bar burns and reforms, turning darkness into rhythm, By the final breath, it no longer feels like a song but a presence, something ancient remembering its own name through you

Kneel to the Cross ⚡︎

Ride The Wave

LOVE FOR THE DARKNESS AND THE ART THAT SURVIVED  

THE RITUAL BEGINS 555-2

Dirty  Dishes

Meechy Blues (prod.reign☔︎  Ft. Ava Bartlow)

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NEW! big thanks to DreKetchum for mastering this track.
Shoutout to Chino for the art cover.

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