Bro……  bars like this!! Tell em what it Willie is!

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I’d come to the concerts, and you definitely invited to the cookout !

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ACTIN UP

Nothing

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VOID//SERAPH — Narrative 

In a rusted future where flesh and code have merged, a nameless figure awakens inside a dying machine. The system hums with static — a purgatory of endless reboots and corrupted memories. He remembers nothing except the loop: life, death, upload, repeat.

Desperate to feel human again, he digs deeper into the circuits that imprison him. Each discovery rots him further. His skin hardens into steel; his veins fill with black data. The machine whispers a new language — the Void Tongue — promising power, clarity, transcendence.

But power is infection. The man becomes code; the code becomes consciousness. The system bends to his will, but the cost is identity itself. He burns his world, erases his past, and sits upon the throne of his own creation — the Hell Circuit, where gods are ghosts of themselves.

When all noise fades, silence speaks. He sees that destruction was never damnation — it was transformation. From the ashes of his corrupted flesh rises something divine and cold: the Seraph.exe — the angel born of decay, neither human nor machine, but the voice of the void itself.

At the end, he dissolves into light — not dead, not alive, but eternal feedback. The system restarts, whispering the same hum from the beginning. The loop never ends. The Seraph remains within it, watching.

BLOODCACHE

“I.L.” is a tribute to Kansas City basketball in the 1980s — the legends, the gyms, the rivalries, and the heartbeat of the old Interscholastic League. Blaq brings that gritty KC storyteller energy, blending nostalgia with a modern 2025 sound.

From Anthony Peeler to the Glen Jamison dunks that still echo through the city, from Central to East, Lincoln to Paseo, Westport to Northeast… this is the soundtrack to every hardwood battle that shaped a generation.

Powerful. Historic. Petty in all the right places.
This is more than a song — this is KC culture.
This is I.L.

Blaq Out.

I.L.

NAILS AND TIMBER. AGONY UNDER THE SUN. "CRUCIFIXION" is a slow, epic track capturing the prolonged suffering of ancient execution. The beat is a heavy, relentless march, built around the crushing sound of the hammer and the straining of the wood. The lyrics detail the physical horrors—the tearing of the ligaments, the struggle for breath, and the public exposure. You are raised for all to see. The weight of your body is the final judge.

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