OGRABBITWALKER x RO$ETTA - The chain I’ve made for myself has grown too heavy

Fall in luv w the ones that want me dead

Sample from Dark chocolate - Purrple Cat

Vintage Clothes

Vintage Clothes [Prod. Reverse Playback]

OZZY MONROE - BACK TO THE FUTURE (SLOWED + REVERB)

SATURN

A TRACK PRODUCED BY SLIXX 
MIX/MASTERED BY SLIXX

LYRICS 
Been pissed pistol grippin 
Lookin round 
who want the smoke 
Slixx been inside his feelings 
Ain’t no reason to go trust these hoes 
If she talking shit 
Aye She going high  
I’m going low 
Pistol gripping in my hood I think it caught up oh fuck 

Benzos creepin in my fucking mind again I’m fucked up 
Xanax creeping in my system think I died and fucked up 
I relapse 
Okay slixx can never go and relax 
Bitch talk Shit get hit 
Got your man in this body bag 

Aye 

Aye like who up at my window 
Tip towing thru your fucking house 
While throwing up them big 4s 

Ima take your shit and oh  I slap you w this pistol
Boy been talkin shit, well now she slumped off that fentanyl  

Aye 
Serving dope to all these junkie fiends 
Yeah you know this cup it got me 
Leaning 
Okay yeah this bitch she want my seamen 
Okay tell me bitch 
Why you screaming 

Been pissed pistol grippin 
Lookin round 
who want the smoke 
Slixx been inside his feelings 
Ain’t no reason to go trust these hoes 
If she talking shit 
Aye She going high  
I’m going low 
Pistol gripping in my hood I think it caught up oh fuck Been pissed pistol grippin 
Lookin round 
who want the smoke 
Slixx been inside his feelings 
Ain’t no reason to go trust these hoes 
If she talking shit 
Aye She going high  
I’m going low 
Pistol gripping in my hood I think it caught up oh fuck

SMOKE FREESTYLE (PROD.SLIXX)

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Pull up on me I just see red 
Can’t promise ima stop till youre brain dead 
Wanna pull guns out like we aint strapped too 
Like its World War Two where the dog tags? 

We all black we kill vamps 
We been around town lotta body bags
What’s all that? You big mad. 
You runnin your mouth like you big bad 

Whachya gon do 
Run your mouth like a bitch 
I can’t stand you hoe ahh pussies 
I can’t wait to see you beg 

Hit me talkin sideways 
I might hit you in the lip 

All I want is issues 
I want your head onna stick 

Ah shit 

breakin our necks
In da pit we gon fight 
Honestly I do not care if I die 
Wake up the dead 
Hope the devil won’t mind  

Ah shit 

Blood in the pit 
Fuck a mosh issa fight
Anarchy runnin the ranks inna night 
Honestly I do not care for my life 

When you die ima piss on your grave 
I don’t got the fuckin patience 
Could you please run my fade 
Woah 

On sight I can’t wait for the day 
Only issue is the blood stain on my boots n my blade

WE DO NOT GIVE A FUCK W/OH80+3NCRYPTED (PROD. DISS0LVEDBOY)

[RO$ETTA]
don’t try and run 
i’ll spill your blood
all over the fucking place 
i’ll have this room look painted red
zetta sealed your fucking fate 
you mothafuckas dead 
if i’m seeing you come around my way
i’m harry pothead, slytherin gang 
i’m son of the fucking snake

a cobra’s what i am
striking you down bitch it’s what i do
never fucked wit none of the xans 
but i’ll be smoking on some of the boof
and hoe i’m getting high as hell
thats when my raps become murderous tools
the ill minded mafia coming the kill
along wit the grimelife we coming for you 

[LOKRYPT]
red eyes, red dot, i don’t really give a fuck
i’m psycho mane and  creepin up
AK blast up on a punk
mane i swear i’m fucking done
with these pussy hoes thinking they tough
slide up on em, rough em up
slap a bitch for barking too much
TERRORTEMPLE never fuss

never cuff no hoe if it’s fake love
don’t know who to trust
but at least my brother with me
shouts out to RO$ETTA mane
feel my pain as i collide 
with these feelings that i hide inside
mask up on my face
won’t leave a trace
when i step to terrorize the blind

RED DOT

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Blown-out energy and clenched-jaw bounce. Black Static rides a chopped, metallic melody with a punch-first 808, clipped transients, and hats that drill straight through the mix. Think Yeat urgency with an X-style snarl—minimal harmony, maximum impact. 140 BPM • D# minor (E♭m).

Track facts

Tempo/Key: 140 BPM • D# minor / E♭m (Camelot 2A)

Palette: chopped synth/guitar timbre, bell accents, occasional timpani/impact hits, saturated 808/sub, tight hats, cracking snare, short room/plate verbs

Structure: 8-bar intro → 16-bar hook → 16-bar verse → alt hook → outro

Usage
Free for non-profit with credit “prod. Low Key.”
Leases/stems/commercial: DM @lowkeymadeitknock

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