If someone wants to see me suffer, wait for the end of the song when there is a rise in tone...😂😂🤣😊👍
Many years ago my friend Juanca (excellent guitarist and musician) had just left our girlfriends at his house, and we noticed how the neighbors looked at us and whispered when we passed. When we got to my house we took the guitars and this fun song came out. Now I have recorded it and I have adjusted part of the lyrics (with the permission of the co-author) and here it is, I hope you like it.

TRASLATE OF THE LYRICS TO ENGLISH

GOSSIP

weekend after work
I'm going to look for you in that bar that we met
where we always stay

you have dressed very decently
nothing striking to the people of the neighborhood
for your daily talk,

We walk through your street
hand in hand we walk at a calm pace
without seeing any neighbors.

And that's when your neighbor goes out to water
and the curtains open all at once

a lady leaves home
and she crosses a few meters away
she looks us up and down

it seems that her eyes say
that young people are not as they were before
looks are clarifying.

and the whole neighborhood has come out on the balcony
This rock is dedicated to them.

Gossip, they escape from their cardboard mouths
Gossip, head and tail
blunt swords to the heart.
Gossip…

Your street that used to be a desert
to see us pass they are all awake
it looks like a sinister boulevard

and I don't care what they say
Well we are way above
what they think

and the whole neighborhood has come out on the balcony
This rock is dedicated to them.

Gossip, they escape from their cardboard mouths
Gossip, head and tail
blunt swords to the heart.
Gossip…

Hace muchos años mi amigo Juanca (excelente guitarrista y músico) acabábamos de dejar a nuestras novias en su casa, y nos dimos cuenta de como nos miraban los vecinos y cuchicheaban cuando pasábamos. Al llegar a mi casa cogimos las guitarras y nos salió esta divertida canción. Ahora la he grabado y he ajustado parte de la letra ( con el permiso del coautor) y aquí está, espero os guste.

COTILLEOS (GOSSIP)

winners never quit..
quitters never win..

pavement

Our rawest, realest shit yet? You decide. Memorize this shit. Aw yeah. https://bedroombullies.bandcamp.com/track/ten-dom-commandments

TEN DOM COMMANDMENTS
1. Set the stage real rough
2. Let 'em know who's boss
3. Make 'em wait—then switch
4. Don't ever show love
5. Always keep 'em shook
6. Make 'em earn that release
7. Don't ever let 'em think
8. Keep the pain and pleasure mixed
9. Finish 'em off strong
10. Always leave 'em a wreck

Ten Dom Commandments

Lies and Flies.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

soon as I'm dropping the hammer/I told y'all mother fuckers already your dropping the camera's/stomp on the lot of em when I go animal/eat em alive like a cannibal platter//licking my lips while I'm feeding these beats/sticking just the tip of my dick in the cheeks/you ain't ready for all of this meat/by the time I say bon appetit you say mission complete//I told you a long time ago/you could never be ready for me/you mother fuckers must've thought that I was kidding/when your hearing it your gonna see//and then fall on your knees/rolling round on the ground/with all of your fleas/ tryna clown me till now//but I bought up the speed/drowning you out/with all of my seed I bust off in your mouth/you swallow for me//telling me give me some more/make the world ridlah infinity's whore/spinning this ball on my finger tip/like I'm the king of it, it ain't anything at all//it's a slippery floor/Tryna keep up with these mother fuckers who ain't gifted at all/but they keep getting more/attention and building momentum does anyone listen to yall//just bopping your head to this bullshit n calling it music like you got a dick in your jaw/they looking so feminine bet when they go to the toilet, take a leak they piss on their balls/I got a question for y'all what the fuck is wrong with y'all/this is the troublesome call of the 96 era rap 96 Killa bitch and I'm outta control//

when I blast off into mayhem/you have to listen pay attention to hear what I'm saying/it's like I've been training/inside of a hyperbolic chamber flames from my fists when I'm spraying//training for god knows what/no one can beat me I fuck em all up/even that little pussy bitch Mr chocolate crisp/hey Marshall what's this then slut//the real slim shadys a bitch and what?/what the fuck you gon say about this/I don't give a fuck what you say about this/you already showed me your afraid asshole//you already got played yep dawg/I threw a grenade at your cranium/you tried to say you were made of vibranium/when it went off wasn't nothing left dawg//go cry to your buddy Mr 50 cent/n suck on his fucking egg roll/lay back at his crib n bend over/while listening to little John's get low//n you be like.. the song said so../till sweat drop from Curtis's balls/that's probably enough about you, you fucking little mother fucker/you are not that tall//trying your best to not get small/funny enough I'm just coming up/while your just fizzling out/guess it's about time that you took that fall//Ridlah infinity took that ball/n pushed you down the fucking stairs/along with your buccaneers ya whole squad of the puppeteers/fuck with this? nope.. that's cold//

ridlah be spinning red hot you could never/believe all the venom I hock up n send em/I clot up their energy use it against em/even an adrenaline shot wouldn't mend em//I end em like dead on the spot/n they never know if they gon get it or not/cos I don't give a fuck if they pissing me off/then I'm aiming at them n their heads on the block//it's getting to the point where just about everyone's pissing me off/lyrically They're soft/simply just not doing anything new/steady following through and just ripping it off//somebody else's catalogue/look at that punk bitch drake fuck that dog/stealing everybody's shit/n these mother fuckers are saying he's just that hot//no he ain't he ain't nothing/that's why Kendrick gave him a fucking/put the pen and paper in his dust bin/give that faggoty head an adjustment//what a coward he is and a thief/n a piece of shit I guess I'm erupting/I'ma fry em to death till the only thing left/are the real ones n these cuck kings//get Thier butts dinged, your fired/get the fuck outta here you little liars/and shut the fuck up n don't even try/to pretend you were ever legit in your life//cos you know that you never were n so do I/time to admit it n leave but your pride/that's gonna have to be put to the side/cos you don't get to take it with you denied//

96 killa (first mix)

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Ideology (Prod. Matt Graca)

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I Do Not Understand Me

I don’t make music.
I make what silence sounds like when it finally screams.

I built Psychologicalcore from trauma, prophecy, and pain.
Not horror for shock—but horror that thinks, bleeds, and remembers.
This is what happens when you grow up unheard, and come back as a voice the world can’t ignore.
i'm getting better
about to drop new sounds 
My music isn’t just songs.
It’s scripture torn from madness.
Each track a confession.
Each verse a memory buried alive.

I am Tweak.
And this is Psychologicalcore.
You are not alone.