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In the heart of cosmic vastness, where stars collide,
A creature of the shadows, darkness as his guide.
Dracula, the prince of night, sought an unknown truth,
Desiring to ascend beyond, the cursed immortal youth.

To the center of the universe, he ventured through the night,
Abandoning his cryptic home, forsaking blood's delight.
Through the tendrils of the void, his silhouette emerged,
Into the core of blazing light, where cosmic forces surged.

And there within the blinding heart, he faced his mortal dread,
A fearsome trial, a soul's rebirth, as old afflictions shed.
The darkness slithered off his form, like shadows in retreat,
As he emerged, a being divine, his transformation complete.

Ejected from the cosmic core, in brilliance he was cast,
A radiant wave of purest light, the shackles of the past.
His essence now a symphony, a universal tone,
The Ohm resounding through the stars, as dark had been outgrown.

No longer chained to endless night, or hunger's cruel embrace,
He soared as luminescent love, through endless time and space.
A creature of untethered grace, his soul at last set free,
Dracula, a cosmic force, in perfect harmony.

The Ohm, the universe's pulse, a hymn to realms unknown,
Enveloped him in cosmic dance, the truth at last was shown.
From darkness to the light, a journey of rebirth,
Dracula, a testament, to the vastness of the universe.

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Lyrics:
Walk in this bitch and i feel like the man your bitch fiening 'cause she know who i am
Everywhere i go you know I'm with the bros we pull up to the kickback 4 deep in a RAM
She like the the way that I'm moving she get to drooling and shit soon as she get a glance
Her attitude is intentional thats cause she know that this dick gonna put her in a trance

She like the way that i hit it we at the party and we gettin litty (yeah)
Just did a show in the city at the after party now I'm signing titties
Shout out to Bossman she wanna boss up but she cant get in with me
Bitch Im exhausted if I'm not recording then I'm doin business

Cant go out sad bout a hoe never simping
Stay with a gun thats why I'm always limping
Cant waste my time tryna get to the riches
Feel like a teacher put hoes in detention

They telling me that i don't make a bad song
Yea they said that boy kwezz never missing
They asking if i believe them like hell nah
I just know that i got their attention

Cause all these niggas they pocket watching
Stick to the plan no you cant stop it
Pull up to the show bout to jump in the mosh pit
Niggas aint on shit yea they just talking

Walk in this bitch and i feel like the man your bitch feinding 'cause she know who i am
Everywhere i go you know I'm with the bros we pull up to the kickback 4 deep in a RAM
She like the the way that I'm moving she get to drooling and shit soon as she get a glance
Her attitude is intentional thats cause she know that this dick gonna put her in a trance

She like the way that i hit it we at the party and we gettin litty (yeah)
Just did a show in the city at the after party now I'm signing titties
Shout out to Bossman she wanna boss up but she cant get in with me
Bitch I'm exhausted if I'm not recording then I'm doin business

Big business we standing on that
Caught a play then we go get the sack
These bullets they gone hit your chest
Give that nigga a asthma attack

Tyna tell these niggas I'm the best
But i think they already know that
Shawty said she wanna have sex
Cut her off cause she a nat yea

That bitch a thot thot
I'm with my slat we pull up in a drop top
Bad little bitch and she wearing a crop top
Have her sit on my lap like a motherfucking laptop
She not romantic but she give some good top
She eat the dick like she sucking on cough drops
After i bust this bitch think we finna go shopping, take that little hoe to the gift shop

Buy that hoe a keychain maybe a souvenir or something
Sorry girl i cant hang cause i know you good for nothing
I cant take you on a date, girl you lucky i save your number
I know she wont go away cause she think I'm hot like summer

Walk in this bitch and i feel like the man your bitch fiening 'cause she know who i am
Everywhere i go you know I'm with the bros we pull up to the kickback 4 deep in a RAM
She like the the way that I'm moving she get to drooling and shit soon as she get a glance
Her attitude is intentional thats cause she know that this dick gonna put her in a trance

She like the way that i hit it we at the party and we gettin litty (yeah)
Just did a show in the city at the after party now I'm signing titties
Shout out to Bossman she wanna boss up but she cant get in with me
Bitch I'm exhausted if I'm not recording then I'm doin business

TRANCE

TRANCE (prod.jug)

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sample: No Doubt - Dont Speak

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CRIMSON GHOST (FEAT. LUI VILL)

BOSTON

Dead President unreleased freestyle

some where up in the sky
i know the entity of divinity
seamlessly abroad hes the dope delivered
really thinks hes got it figured
 im out of it naturally im finding my way gradually
actually out the box with brand new socks
the nikes laced up Adidas shorts pressed
a Jordan jersey on, balling in command
levels to this shit im levitating
never hesistating a breaking a taking
a second serving very deserving, just defying my feelings
leaving it dreaming, what im Weaving a sleeve full
aces laced and lethal, no sequel just Evil
 a villian doing his own bidding, spinning and spinning

i got my thoughts on the globe underneath the robe
strobing and composing just underneath it all 
jurrasic hes fantastic layering the stack
fucking up the track
yuh yuh back to back till
inks dried squid sack matte black
defining the outline im primed and quill squiggling
keep it wriggling while im pinicin hidden with my sin
deliberate gonna win
till its in in in in grained in your membrane
Drilling with a thrill just a casual lobotomy
awesome sauce feeling posthumous.
cryptic crypt keeper stumblin in the deep fear
a leer from the shadows eerie and supposed
a different growl that raises the hackles
the shackles off im pouncing steady
bouncing Betty the big boom filling up the room
a different dungeon that im sprung from
up and out with a shout, cabbage kids turned into sour krout

im launching into outer space yeah yeah yeah
my rocket filled with sprockets
just outta pocket like the locket with ya picture as a fixture
the void blankets the sky im trying to hold it in
this feeling within im just sinking in farther farther harder and harder
till i touched the spot that black dot the hole where it condensed and grows
just bursting with rawness my spine speaking giving reason
im seething and saying it with reasons ya im heat seeking
just reeking of pain you know what im saying
pain yeah the pain  the what you have to gain
a massive stain that remains and no longer abates and mistakes tried to forgive
but its a bleeding sieve that's taking all my will to live ya
its a closed fist , straight in the chest a holy spike
frighting with its light i can feel it vibrating when im speaking
just preachin fucking lightning and cobras im the new controller
mic patrol when i coast ya straight overdosed huh yeah huh dun when we could run
fucking around for fun ya ya fun just heading past the sun just munchning on funyuns
dunking the jungle for a rumble and a bumble my bee buzzing through the trees
see what could see we just romanticized we i just might need to pee ya ya 
just floating in my golden ocean yeah my space suit just astute that you salute
with my crystal ball looking dome im zoned in on this day this night i could alight
and give all i could give baby its making me crazy i just got to say it i am sorry

Globed Up.

griptheblade! (feat. Santxa)
By: Lo$tBoy
Produced by: Lil Lxgend
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Feels safer when I grip the blade (Grip the blade, yuh)
Feel safer when I grip the blade (Yuh)
Safer when I grip the blade
(The blade, the blade, the blade...)
(What, what?)
(Got it)

Feel safer when I grip the blade (yuh)
Skater boy mask off with the grip tape
Hater friends intentions gettin misplaced
Been party startin (yuh)
I'm gettin K, gettin cake
Oh for heaven's sake (what?)
I lay awake & get the bag like everyday (yeah)
Chase the bag in every way (yeah)
Chase the bag like a paper chase
Hella blazed, in a daze, hella plays
For fucks sake
Feel like a waste each & every single day (ay)
(Ooh) Okay
Still workin reguardless
Like I'm in a gulag or somethin
Pay me or somethin (gone)
People fadin me away into nothin
You askin for for a handout?
That's too bad (yup)
Ooh facts (yup)
Two tabs
New task to pop them loose tags (pop)
You mad?
Who asked?
I'm too fast to get stuck in my own past
Like who dat? (cut it up)
Chew fat (bitch)
Cut that (bitch)
Get back
I'm just tryna get the cash
My crew mad
The crewed mast, hue black (yuh)
Pearlescent plurals come last
They come last
Ah

Smokin collie, melancholic
Depressants & alcoholics
Anonymous when timid (yuh!)
Intimate, I'm inanimate (yuh!)
I got Leeches in my wallet
Delta ballin
Santxa Bathin' Apin'
Flow with Rocket, yuh
Legend cookin
This team only takin wins muthufukka
Never losses
Never losses
The grass is greener ain't it?
I been glossin & flossin & beeming often
Dreaming (dreamin)
Chasin to be honest
I know greatness callin
Don't know what to call it

I don't know what to call it
But I'm takin off like a rocket
Bitch, there ain't no stoppin
Pistol-poppin, run up on me you get put in a coffin
I got a Moncler, I just never wear it
Come climb on my Eiffel, baby
Like we in Paris
Chillin at Malakais
With the gang
Couple bad bitches gonna scream my name
Huh, damn...
Smokin that gas, straight propane
I fuck that hoe & then fuck on my main
I get so high I can't stay in my lane
I'ma die before I crash
I'm got that bitch, she can't last now
I take a perc, relapse
Woah, oh...

Feel safer when I grip the blade
Yea, when I grip the blade
(Grip, grip, grip, grip the blade, yea)

griptheblade!

griptheblade! (feat. Santxa)

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Email: tymcduffey@gmail.com

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