120 SONGS IN, THEY CANT STOP ME
Original Release Date: October 31st, 2025

Keep a trigger in my hand
Bounce back, then you're dead
.556 make his ass go spat
I, I, I said it, I said what I meant
I can't pretend that I can't
Think he can go to Heaven, but he really in Hell
With a char, straight jacking myself
$666,000, my belt
Duffle bag when I walk out this house

Yeah, can't see me with the 5% tints
Ain't nothing, spend a bag on my bitch
If he fire, make his ass hit the splits
He tripping thinking he dropping hits
Only thing they hitting is the concrete
120 songs in, they can't stop me
I go to the beef, feeling like a zombie
Black Pearl paint, interior, coffee
Keep dropping and my pockets getting fatter
Now my bitch want a ring like Saturn
Footprints on the grave like Tracker
Black Dots Camouflage, dark matter
It don't matter
Pills kick in but I still get sadder
I keep telling myself I'm better
But I get the dark thoughts coming right after, yeah

Keep a trigger in my hand
Bounce back, then you're dead
.556 make his ass go spat
I, I, I said it, I said what I meant
I can't pretend that I can't
Think he can go to Heaven, but he really in Hell
With a char, straight jacking myself
$666,000, my belt
Duffle bag when I walk out this house

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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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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

Y2kgl0xz - Dome

Bravo a chi qui sfrutta la calma e sa come curarsi
Il mondo corre il doppio, quando vuoi fermarti
Io ne vanifico gli anni, in cui eravamo troppo soli per amare troppo giovani per non prenderci a schiaffi

Più indelebile di un talens su una felpa vecchia
Sporca di strade sbagliate sulle quali impenno
Siamo diventati grandi e stupidi, non contiamo più gli anni come le sbronze di lunedì

E te lo spiego in un minuto, se resti io ti desidero un po’ come gli eccessi, le mie parole e i tuoi gesti, due specchi riflessi come Syd e Nancy, più peppy

E non vivo più in funzione dei miei testi
Meglio così, considerando gli aspetti
Meglio l’amore che scegli all’amore della vita dentro il quale ti perdi 

Ed io mi sono rotto il cazzo di provare a essere giusto 
E quando mi va male, il veleno lo bevo tutto 
Rido mentre annegò nel tuo cocktail di rancore, selfie col dolore , il treno passa mentre io dormi in stazione, noi 
￼ pieni di regali a rate
Di grappe e di puttanate
Di schiaffi dati per noia
Di situazioni pregate
Di ansie più che della gioia
Di porte chiuse, sfondate
Per prendermi ciò che voglio
Quando voi non me lo date

Nemmeno hai mai provato a prendermi accarezzarmi le mani e poi semplicemente stenderti
Quando mettevamo il cuore, erano identici noi metà disillusi contro l’altra metà vergini

“Siamo bambini cresciuti dai dopo scuola, che fanno l’equazioni e non sanno donare amore. Metto provocazione in ogni dichiarazione: st’ amore è la droga peggiore”


E te lo spiego in un minuto, se resti io ti desidero un po’ come gli eccessi, le mie parole e i tuoi gesti, due specchi riflessi come Syd e Nancy, più peppy

E non vivo più in funzione dei miei testi
Meglio così, considerando gli aspetti
Meglio l’amore che scegli all’amore della vita dentro il quale ti perdi

syd-e-nancy-24.10-00.41.wav


you can do everything for love 
love is a drug
quitting it ,is not easy as you think.

Quo-vee_You lied..mp3

Voices🗣 and Apparitions👥👽 ft. K-EXTRA

O disco que começa com uma "INTRO", uma reflexão, mas também pode ser uma alucinação sobre Hip Hop / rap, tempos atuais, cultura, resultante dessa observação, cada coisa tem um peso na vida e aí... " PESO É PESO , BRAÇO É BRAÇO ". Entendido os pesos que cada um pode suportar na vida, os falsos "ELOGIOS" também nos levam a uma reflexão.
Para que tudo isso entre no eixo é necessário saber a " RECEITA" e esse é o " ESTILO NBS DE SER".,conduta, consciência, conhecimento, aventuras, romances, paixões intensas que duram pouco como o "CARNAVAL" , mas que também voltam as vezes, o que não podemos é nos deixar levar por um estilo de vida baseado no "ETÍLICO", afogar a frustrações, "ALUCINAÇÕES e REFLEXÕES " nele, pois quem dirá que não estamos em uma nova caverna de Platão? Com medo do novo, celulares, fazendo coisas escondidas que danificam todos ao redor...
Se afundando em um amor viciante pela " BETH"

Assim é contada e história deste disco, através de rimas elaboradas, batidas ariscas e assuntos complexos alucinantes e reflexivos.

Alucinações e Reflexões

Elogios (Feat. Dj Kaizen)

03 - Elogios (Feat. Dj Kaizen)

Sanat - Kris
Äänitys - Kris
Mix & master - Kris

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Kuljen varjos tahdon päästä täältä takas valoon, 
takas taloon täytys värit saada mut ne aina katoo 
ja mieli patoo ei satoo taida korjaa tänääkää, 
tää tyhjä musta luuppi repii kaiken eikä mitään jää, 
mut ulkokuori, joka pistää silmät kiinni mä nään 
mustavalko elokuvaa eikä must saa selkoo kukaan

Tunteet hukas eikä me tulla vastaan vielä tänääkään, 
järvet muuttuu jääks ja pystyy olosuhteet jäätämään 
ja kääntämään hetiku alkaa uutta sivuu kirjast, 
nii koko tila tyhjenee ja ymäril on vaa hiljast, 
eli miten voi vaihtaa rataa jos nää raiteet on jo hajal 
ei tää laite lentoon pääse eli pääs maisemat pysyy saman

Kertsi 3x:

Se tuntuu hauraalt ku, ei tunne saumaa/
Mistä pitää kiinni, ja takan vaa sumeet taustaa
Mut,
Kuulen kaukaa ku, sata kurkee laulaa/
Kipinäs toivon pitämäs, ja samal mielen rauhaa

Verse 2:

Ei laiva lähteny, satamasta vielkää, 
ja taivaalt sataa kaatamal voi iltaa kämpil viettää, 
ei tietoa tulevast, mut historia on tuol 
lapsest asti paras frendi mut en pystykkää enää luottaa, 
ei vastata viesteihin, soitot laitetaan kii, 
oon venannu vuoden ihan turhaan, tuhlannu tuntei vaan sen takii

Sakkii pelaten mä jatkan silti, enkä ees tiiä miks, 
tää peli pelaa meitä ja sen näkee jo noist suupielist 
siks kai tunteet muuttu pieniks, haluun saada silti ne viel kii 
siel mis valuu sateenkaaria ja taivaalt sataa viinii
tääki biisi yks tyhmä päiväkirjan teksti
äläkä laita enää viestii uudestaa ku mua tuut etsii

Kertsi 3x:

Se tuntuu hauraalt ku, ei tunne saumaa/
Mistä pitää kiinni, ja takan vaa sumeet taustaa
Mut,
Kuulen kaukaa ku, sata kurkee laulaa/
Kipinäs toivon pitämäs, ja samal mielen rauhaa

Voices🗣 and Apparitions👥👽 ft. K-EXTRA

Klond!ke.$TEEZ.

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