Change.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Breath Again

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)

BIYO

Unnatural evolution

Drowning in sorrow

Eminem & 50 Cent [RAW] (Shady & 50)
 Record Label: Strict 9 Record$ 
Lyrics:
Yo, Proph
Yo, we got one
Haha, YOT Y.O.T
Koove, too smooth

Prophet
What you know about Proph
GX2, nine milly on the opps, thick hoes in the spot
Sittin' with the safe, cuz I got it on lock
I can tell y'all moist, for real
You ain't never hit no lick
And the ice on my lips
Start a pandemic, leave the whole hood sick
Fireworks in the pond, ya niggas don't pop for real
Got for real, me and Koove got opps, for real
Started from the bottom, get top, for real
Drama city, you don't want none, need none
Got your jewels, we gon' take some
Call me Slim Shady, my nigga jack son

We got work on the stove, and the hoes with the
Money on the floor
With the blick in the
Mommy wanna come and just stay with the
Yo, yo, yo
We got work on the stove, and the hoes with the
Money on the floor
With the blick in the
Mommy wanna come and just stay with the
Yo, yo, yo

I couldn't save you, I couldn't save you
I guess the Xans and the percs done changed you
I swear to God, yo, used to be an angel
Now me and Koove Em n' 50, when we come through

It's Strict 9, we in this bitch
YOTvelli, our fleet heavy
Don't bring the issue, we too official
You got guns, we keep missiles
You got an issue, come ready
My aim deadly, I hold steady
Don't gas that nigga up, nah
Let him know, this no Getty
Movie Koovy up on the scene
I reign supreme, I get the green
Money team, we get the cream
Curtis Jackson, I'm bout that action
Take your life, subtract it
That's mathematics, I'm a cash addict
These niggas sad, I get the glad
Throw that shit all in the trash
Garbage

We got work on the stove, and the hoes with the
Money on the floor
With the blick in the
Mommy wanna come and just stay with the
Yo, yo, yo
We got work on the stove, and the hoes with the
Money on the floor
With the blick in the
Mommy wanna come and just stay with the
Yo, yo, yo

I couldn't save you, I couldn't save you
I guess the xans and the perks done changed you
I swear to God, yo, used to be an angel
Now me and Koove, Em n' 50 when we come through

Shady & 50 [Raw]

Eminem & 50 Cent [RAW] (Shady & 50) Prophiavelli & YOT Koove

Kajoda Time

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.