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FLOATER (2016) (feat. Drug Dawg) (prod. MIKE SORE)

sundae driver.m4a ft DOG C (prod. RiCh LoSeR)

Catching Flies (Prod. DeadLung)

Just Like My Pills I’m Never Pressed ft Kold-Blooded

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Dread - 4.) CreepMode
[TechnologicalAdvancement]
(Prod. LoneWitch)

Walkin down the road
Pockets loaded
They know who it is
Pull up to the show
Make em fold
They know who it is 
Say I sound like Bones
Tell em “so?”
That ain’t who it is
40 on my waist 
I let it blow
Now we know who it is

Catch me posted after dark at the after party
total disregard 
Corner creepin’ watching everybody, Everybody lookin like some fuckin frauds 
Hitman dick how it whack a broad 
Collect that dough, quick stash and log it
You’ll never guess the code combination Conversation over that’s time to log off 

Oh
Most these mufuckas smokin on some dope 
What a joke, hope they know, 
that I hope they overdose 
Watch em croak 
yeah, uh, yeah 
Open up another can of worms 
Creepin out the casket, 
Sneak in yo room
Install a creeper virus 
now you bout to learn

Walkin down the road
Pockets loaded
They know who it is
Pull up to the show
Make em fold
They know who it is 
Say I sound like Bones
Tell em “so?”
That ain’t who it is
40 on my waist 
I let it blow
Now we know who it is

TechnologicalAdvancement 技術の進歩

CreepMode

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A hollow sigh filters through the deserted corridors, where the city no longer remembers its own name. The light silently fades over the vanished structures, dissolving into a space without sound or form. Goodbyes replay in the mind, blurred and distant, until even their meaning begins to erode. What remains is a final stillness—not absence, not presence—only the echo of something that was once there and is now nothing at all.

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