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ITS STILL LURKING IN THE SHADOWS | PROD; XATERATSU

Album soon :)  Single before the album
Lyric Video - https://youtu.be/eHsWV9hGKgc
https://www.instagram.com/ivyxo247/

I Know [prod. metlast x 5head]

Official audio for Ondi Vil, juli & 2.brkn “Good Things Come & Go”
Available everywhere: https://share.amuse.io/track/ondi-vil-good-things-come-go

Connect with Ondi Vil:
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ondi.vil/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ondivil
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4ZguwlmrdElUZaO36dRTbn

Connect with juli:
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/juliaalex.a/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5487GXfTBjjtBLxVEC9BbV

Connect with 2.brkn:
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/2.brkn
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/44Sf50ZqfogfGaMP6FNr5D

Lyrics:
Yeah good things come and go 
But I wish that you’d stayed 
Showed me love 
I didn’t know and now I’m afraid that all good things just go 
And I will always hate you for letting me know what I could’ve had 
(What I could've had)
(What I could've had)

What I could’ve had if you hadn’t left
It was all so good and it went so bad 
Man it went so left 
I don’t leave my bed 
Cause I hate myself for these thoughts I have 
If it weren’t my fault would you still be here and hold me all night as I face my fears
I wish that maybe you'd have stayed a bit longer
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be stronger 

Yeah good things come and go 
But I wish that you’d stayed 
Showed me love 
I didn’t know and now I’m afraid that all good things just go 
And I will always hate you for letting me know what I could’ve had 

When the good moments are forgotten again
We’ll remember the times that we sunk to the depths of hell
We don't rest too well when alone 
Why won’t you come home 

(Depths of hell)
(Rest too well)
(When alone)

Why won’t you come home?

#ondivil #juli #2brkn #goodthingscomeandgo

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Good Things Come & Go

what do we have here?
a man filled with doubt
takin his life away
as he steps out from the ground

what do we have here?
a man without a choice
when we hang him from the gallows
the town will rejoice

don't judge a book by its cover
you just took a son from a mother
you don't know the shit that he's suffered
he don't live his life like the others

he don't know his rights from his lefts,
he's fucked in the head,
he doesn't know better

snap his neck,
pronounce him as dead,
and leave him to rest,
with blood on his sweater

fatal, fatal
toxins caused his bones to wither
nasal, nasal
powder just to make things quicker

he's been labeled,
labeled as another sinner
a hateful portrayal
of someone who is not a killer 

what do we have here?
a man filled with doubt
takin his life away
as he steps out from the ground

what do we have here?
a man without a choice
when we hang him from the gallows
the town will rejoice

fatal (outofplace)

6am freestyle feat. Os Zay (prod. 2lz x mxthew)

Dive into the powerful true story of a miracle. "The Golden Sword" follows a journey from a sudden, silent sleep to a profound spiritual awakening. It's the moment a person encounters the divine, receives the promise of healing, and is assigned a guardian angel, symbolized by the flash of a Golden Sword.

This track is an emotional testament to faith, recovery, and the quiet assurance of a Higher Power watching over us. It's for anyone seeking hope, comfort, or a reminder that even in the deepest shadow, a light—and a miracle—is waiting.

What does the Golden Sword mean to you? Let us know in the comments below!

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✨ NEW TRACK ALERT! ✨

Narco Noir brings you "The Golden Sword"—a song about faith, healing, and the miracle of a second chance.

This track is based on an incredibly personal story: A sudden illness, a vision of the divine, a promise of perfect health, and the silent, powerful presence of a guardian angel. If you've ever felt like you were given a second chance, this one is for you.

Hit play and let the story unfold. Listen now on SoundCloud

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Written by Aime Pandi Bapaga

Title: The Golden Sword

She fell away in shadow deep,
A sudden, silent, comatose sleep.
She found a realm of blinding grace,
A single chair in that holy space.
Upon the wood, the Lord was there,
Not robed in gold, but humble fare.
A freezing fear gripped heart and soul,
She dropped to prayer beyond control.

Then Jesus smiled, His eyes ablaze,
And pierced the fear of mortal days.
He said, "Go forth in perfect peace,
The wasting sickness now will cease.
Your consuming flesh shall not decay,"
He spoke the promise, bright as day.
"I send a guardian to your side,"
The Lord's assurance, glorified.

The evening claimed her, soft and deep,
A shallow breath in troubled sleep.
She slipped away from the waking side,
Into a space where thoughts subside.
A temporary, deep embrace,
A plain white room, a silent space.
And there, upon a wooden stool,
Sat the Lord, serene and cool.

A chill ran through her, a freezing dart,
The sudden tremors seized her heart.
Her knees surrendered to the floor,
A whispered prayer and nothing more.
But then He smiled, a light divine,
Said, "Go in peace, the body's thine.
Your failing frame shall mend and grow,
An angel watches where you go."

The world returned in blinding white,
She woke, emerging from the night.
A lighter soul, a clarity,
She sat in awe, and turned to see.
Beside her stood a figure tall,
Responding to the Master's call.
"I am here for you," the voice was clear,
To banish every doubt and fear.
A shiny sword, a golden gleam,
Placed on her shoulder, like a dream.

A chill ran through her, a freezing dart,
The sudden tremors seized her heart.
Her knees surrendered to the floor,
A whispered prayer and nothing more.
But then He smiled, a light divine,
Said, "Go in peace, the body's thine.
Your failing frame shall mend and grow,
An angel watches where you go."

Three years they spin, the seasons turn,
A perfect health she's come to learn.
The comatose is far behind,
Peace of the spirit, peace of mind.
But once a week, a sacred rite,
She sits to capture pure sunlight
In ink and paper, a heartfelt plea,
A letter starts with, "Dear God," she.

To the post office, she makes her way,
To buy a stamp for the close of day.
No address written, no intended street,
A silent promise, bittersweet.
She posts the message, lets it soar,
Then walks back home, smiling to the core.
A promise kept, a destiny sealed,
By an angel's touch, and health revealed.
She posts the message, lets it soar.

The Golden Sword

🎶 FatMatt x GhostFish Radio  

Dark rap • Horrorcore • Outlaw Country • Southern Gothic vibes.  
Matthew Lukac aka FatMatt | GhostFish | Scarecrow’s Cousin.  

Available on all Streaming platforms

📻 SoundCloud Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/therealfatmatt/sets/fatmatt  
🎥 Streams: youtube.com/@TheRealFatMatt | twitch.tv/therealfatmatt  
💵 Support: CashApp $MatthewLukac1  

#GhostFish #FatMatt #DarkRap #Horrorcore #Kingsbury

Silence_Is_my_Friend

DIE A KING : iamjakehill

prod. 4evr

needle in my eye
don't ask why the long face
im who u despise
started sprintin in a long race
needle in my eye
yea blind me til the shit change
thorn in my side 
came out limpin off a long day

needleinmyeye (prod. 4evr)

NIRVANA [FEAT+ WEBNEVERSLEEPS]

(FKA - LG4 Trey)
email: tracygrimm.music@gmail.com

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