Programmation — avril/juin 2025

TRACKS

Ouest Track Radio - Février 2025

Jan 31 - Feb 06 / 2025

So This Is Love

Push

lyrics (soundcloud won't let me post all): 

Get what I want when I need to
Get fucked if I need to fuck when I need to
Disjointed V2 take the pill drop the needle
Creep like the weevil 
Hysteria cite evil feeble attempt at a sequel
Thank god that’s over, have a nice life
Fucking arrowheads
Thank god that’s over 
Thank god I’m sober
Nice life rejoice disconnect like a drunk’s voice
Let’s make some noise
You are but a flesh automaton
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Get it on

Submissive little bitch acting nosy like a prick
Stuff yourself soft ‘cause you aint getting dick
How the fuck do I contemplate?
Getting that dough and mocking the phase
Raspy voice turbulence creep out the gate
What did you expect me to fucking say?
The creek drown the lot
My sheep serve the pot
No sleep on the job
Get back or get shot
No stash for the opps
I bash what I got
I flash all the drops
Cold cash in depots, what?
Getting back on the surface like I’m killing the serpent
Now run little servants, you’re serving no purpose
Getting caught up like some fish in a net
I get what I get, I’ll take what I get sket
Fuck who’s this who’s that
Mass like a wombat no rush compact
Let’s make some noise
Nice life rejoice disconnect like a drunk’s voice
You are but a flesh automaton
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on

Frisky sipper dipper risky
Shiver quivered little freaky piece of flesh
Let’s get fucking busy
Frisky sipper dipper risky
Liver filled her with that whisky
Lift that fog before it’s misty 
Rest
Look at the mess we’ve made
Drop in celebration like some plates
Sound drowned in distortion
Canceled out, a tone abortion
No remnant can be left of a bitch who can’t control it
Imma lose it like the dudes on Snap you’re ignoring
Pure comedy.

I’ll take what I need to
Get drunk if I need to, run when I need to
Get what I want when I need to
Fucked if I need to fuck when I need to
Disjointed V2 take the pill drop the needle
Creep like the weevil 
Hysteria cite evil feeble attempt at a sequel
Thank god that’s over, have a nice life
Fucking arrowheads
Thank god that’s over 
Thank god I’m sober
Nice life rejoice disconnect like a drunk’s voice
Let’s make some noise
You are but a flesh automaton
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on

Dropped that tab
I’ve marked my hits

Fucking arrowheads arrowed heads and severed ends
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Fucking arrowheads arrowed heads and severed ends
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
I don’t give a fuck bitch ‘cause I’m out of time
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, fucking arrowheads
I need to watch where I’ll be stepping next time
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, fucking arrowheads

Dissecting the talisman like it’s a common man
Uncommon autopsy spy on them other damn
Left in the fucking dam with bullets and barbs and 
By the looks of things was kicked by a spartan
So keep it 300 or the arrows will rain
Descendent of jotunn that pave the hate
Risk of my brain spilling insane thoughts in the game
Burn my membrane
Copy the chip and create a mirage
Of the common old flexes, bad bitches and cars
And make up my art with AI for start
To start a new order to alienate all
Let the head with the thorns shaped like some horns
Turn to the giant with flames of a lord
Upon a sword best holy unknown
The gods better cry once I let it blow

ARROWHEADS (prod. lail_h0)

Oldie from 2022 got a glowup. One of my favorite tracks I've ever made is finally getting the tuneup it's always deserved on my birthday and it's 2 year anniversary. Happy 21st birthday to me and thank you for listening.

Lyrics:

I’m the corpse in the centerfold
Breaking the mold so I was told
I’m still staying cold ‘til the day I die
I’m sick of gimmicks
That shit’s getting old
I’m done
Gimme the risperidone
Unlucky me I’m not Fortunate, Son.
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out


Talking about guns but you can’t pack a load
You try make hits hoping to become a GOAT
I put out hits, I don’t follow your road
I’m a different breed so stop with the gloat 
Welcome to the show
Take a seat for the ride
I’ll take your photo so spare me your smile
Government ID says you’re a bitch
I see why
I see why you’re the one crying wolf for a like
Raise up your weapons and get ready for war
Rushing with UK raining blood on the floor
The floor of the world is soaked in the red
Piles of dead bodies
I hope that you’re next
It’s a warzone outside
I’m coming in strapped
Volvo 240 ready
My seatbelt’s strapped
The crowd’s gonna laugh until they see a gat
Then they fear for the life that they just done had

I’m the corpse in the centerfold
Breaking the mold so I was told
I’m still staying cold ‘til the day I die
I’m sick of gimmicks
That shit’s getting old
I’m done
Gimme the risperidone
Unlucky me I’m not Fortunate, Son.
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out

Shit’s not what it seems
It’s all fake for the scene
It’s a part of the act and that’s a fact
Not everything is like what you see
And that goes deep like me six feet deep in a slumber sleep
My heart is broken
I can hear it weep
Distant cries with a spice of ties that didn’t bind together my life
‘cause I wish to die some time soon 
Too much of a pussy to tie the noose 
Too much of a pussy to avoid the booze and die sober ‘cause what will that do?
My state of mind is beyond paradise
As I’m paired aside amongst parasites
I cannot decide
Do I want to keep my insanity inside or just let it out into the wild?

I’ve cursed it
They heard it
I’m done with the yearning
Hurting inside while the curtains arise
The sun stares deep into my eyes
Blinding light separating night
The day is nigh and I’m so high
Risperidone, why did you make me blind?
Blind me from the present in front of my eyes
Numbing the pain
It’s working but I haven’t tried anything else
It’s not right

I’m the corpse in the centerfold
Breaking the mold so I was told
I’m still staying cold ‘til the day I die
I’m sick of gimmicks
That shit’s getting old
I’m done
Gimme the risperidone
Unlucky me I’m not Fortunate, Son.
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out

Get fucking out
Get fucking out
Get fucking out
Get fucking out

I’m the corpse in the centerfold
Breaking the mold so I was told
I’m still staying cold ‘til the day I die
I’m sick of gimmicks
That shit’s getting old
I’m done
Gimme the risperidone
Unlucky me I’m not Fortunate, Son.
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out
Satan’s in my head

Risperidone (prod. JBAR)

SUNLIGHT

lyrics:

Maybe the bigger fish can skip the bait
If you wouldn’t celebrate getting yourself a Tinder date
Get a tender date or better yet a hindered state
Lock your doors
Remove the frames
Cocked the glock now let ‘em pray 
For heaven’s gates like for God's sake
Haven’t heard of letting the Drac’ loose since the days of Drake
Wait, does that mean I’ve gone woke now?
Because I am trans and I’m quick to spit more rounds?
Or have you gone soft since I came out?
I’m not woke
You’re asleep
Wake up and do them chores now in your little whore house
Huh your only fans are getting bored 
When you try to talk some sense drawing names on whiteboards

In your little livestreams 
Big fish and live streams
Bigger bait, don’t mind me
Bigger bait, don’t try me

You don’t wanna see what I have got 
‘cause facing down a barrel is more fun than what I’ve got in stock
Pray for how I’ll see you ‘cause meeting God is not as fun
As living large and having opps 
I’m the one you cannot stop
Motherfuck-
You 
Liquidate your assets since you talk ‘bout cash 
Then send your ass a casket before you’ll hear it blasting
So quit it with the has been fucking hasbeen 
This has been enough so quit it or go manic uh
The static bringing static letting havoc reign at last
Pass the mic and leave ‘em gasping for air
I swear I don’t care but enough is enough
Get to yapping? Get the gat then.

In your little livestreams 
Big fish and live streams
Bigger bait, don’t mind me
Bigger bait, don’t try me

This was made for you.

socials!!

BIG FISH, BIGGER BAIT (prod. WHEREARETOMY)

lyrics:

Kicking doors
Kicked in doors
Wonder when it’s over
I don’t care
I just care about the fucking quota
Many whoas
Many dopes
I don’t care I’m sober
I don’t care
All I care about is the fucking quota
Tricking folks
Tricking hoes
I don’t care for closure
I don’t care
I just care about the fucking quota
Many lows
Many highs but I’m staying sober
I don’t care
All I care about is the fucking quota

Look into my eyes
Or try.

What’s a trip down the street in a limousine?
What’s a trip down the street on amphetamines?
What’s the drip? Ask the street for your credits please
What’s the drip? All I drip is the kerosene
Ignite in the revelation of a new god
I drown the streets in flames
I’m feeling super
Smoking hookah
Taunting hookers
Watch these stars to go to war like I’m George Lucas
I feel used and somewhat useless
‘cause the truth is that I never do shit
I’m a loser and I’m losing it
Hallucinated that I’m super rich

Look into my eyes
Or try to hide from my gaze

Kicking doors
Kicked in doors
Wonder when it’s over
I don’t care
I just care about the fucking quota
Many whoas
Many dopes
I don’t care I’m sober
I don’t care
All I care about is the fucking quota
Tricking folks
Tricking hoes
I don’t care for closure
I don’t care
I just care about the fucking quota
Many lows
Many highs but I’m staying sober
I don’t care
All I care about is the fucking quota

You’re playing God against the odds and now you save the shots like damn?
Raising BARs against the law ‘cause I made my own bars like damn
Praise your God or meet him soon because I crashed ‘em hard like man
Get some scars or get some SCARs ‘cause I’m come in hot like Rambo
Spare you short with a fast flow
V12 like it was gas though
You can spit with amassed folks but I’ll spit with a mad flow
Feeling sick ‘cause you mad so now you trip on your ego
While I’m fly like an eagle you deepthroated Deagles
Straight outta the gate
All I rock is Givenchy and I’m boarding my own plane
It’s simple and plain
Give a fuck about a name if all I gotta change is the way I talk
Okay uh je ne sais pas francais
Pardonnez-moi all I want is foie gras with the check
Uh what?
Bring your own shovels and give all you got
You can bash me and slash me but I’m not gonna stop
Motherfucker you can jump inside this hole I’ve dug
Or you dig your own and just shut the fuck up

Kicking doors
Kicked in doors
Wonder when it’s over
I don’t care
I just care about the fucking quota
Many whoas
Many dopes
I don’t care I’m sober
I don’t care
All I care about is the fucking quota
Tricking folks
Tricking hoes
I don’t care for closure
I don’t care
I just care about the fucking quota
Many lows
Many highs but I’m staying sober
I don’t care
All I care about is the fucking quota

All I care about is the quota
All I care about is the quota
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
All I care about is the fucking quota

Tiny Brain

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