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EatingTheOpps [Prod. shktrxx]

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RVMAN - PRACTICE FREESTYLE (PROD. SKOTSKR)

don’t got diamonds on my neck yet but i might slit it 
lucky i ain’t dead yet living my visions 
if she want static i’ll make a decision 
split you in half like im making divisions 

i might split a bitch wig like i’m pouya 
since a kid im swinging big sticks what’s it to ya 
bitch i practice my amendments 
ima blast if they fucking with my clique bitch 

give a fuck it’s okay 
ima wait til she spin back 
i don’t really do the fucking chit chat 
took ya bitch and i won’t give ya bitch back
you can feel my mf wrist snap 

bitch i’m out front 
kicking back my feet 
thought she was about it but it’s her ion see 
hoe do not compare 
where you cannot compete 
wylin if you think you’ll be a step ahead of me 

i don’t got bread
but i got cake 
better watch out for the money ima make 
i don’t got kids 
but i got sons 
tryna keep up bitch you better get to runnin

RITUALZ FROM THE TRAP (prod. Leach)

break take all my taste away
fake all your friends will play
victim in their own ways
haste hurry up or your too late
my face you will never wanna see anyways
fuck your opinions it’ll kill you anyday
it’ll put a gun in your mouth and blow you away

im the ghost that will open you up
the one that dont give a fuck
the one rolling you up and putting you out
drained your blood like a fucking waterspout
whats all your fuss about
when you put yourself in your situation
where we judge you
look at the mirror
your the one that put your hands on her arent you?
that force within you,
what happened to you?

this is
evil. Darkness. black inside.
put your pain aside, did you it in see her eyes?
did you wrap your hands around her? and tell her to cry?
look me in my eyes, and tell me it was a lie.

thats why your here in the void
where all your testimony will prove how your paranoid
you will be locked in a room thats full of noise
praying for yur soul to be full of release
until your DECEASED.
i will give you this piece of advice
im not advocating for your life
im hoping that you die,
hoping yu get choked out your life
i hope yu die trying to BREATHE
seperated yourself as i have separated me
only 1 of YOU and more than 1 of ME
so as i gave unto YOU
ill make sure to give you up to the POWERS THAT BE.

untitled-8/11/2024 [prod. nyhtmare]

Digital Pollution is the residue of years of work, the grind crystallized, the fragments that survived the purge. Tracks born, tracks erased, echoes of everything that didn’t stick. Sharp. Fractured. Persistent. Noise pressed into form. Something coherent, if coherence is a lie you choose to believe.

What emerged was never one album, but two gestating forms. One punk, raw and serrated, teeth bared to the sky; one rap, fluid, fractured, a pulse looping through circuits of thought.

The vision, unstable and electric, suddenly became for us the violent algebra of collision: two sonic organisms smashed together, fused, fractured, reborn. This is not a merger, not a compromise, it is experiment, collision, entropy harnessed, a cross-species mutation of noise and rhythm. Punk bleeds into rap, rap gnaws at punk, everything oscillating, folding, snapping back on itself, a feedback loop of aggression, cadence, and pulse. The album is the experiment made manifest, a collision zone you inhabit, ride, survive.

The end result? It’s a Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater soundtrack compressed into one album. Energy ricochets, corners clipped, rails smashed, crashes into walls of sound, collisions of adrenaline and distortion. Unpredictable, alive, chaotic but curated, somehow. You ride it. It rides you.

The architecture is ritualistic. It begins in rap, erupts into rock, then spirals everywhere in between, oscillating, fracturing, bending, folding back on itself. Sub-songs sample one another, trap metal siphoning the pulse of hardcore punk, bending it, twisting it, rebirthing it. Punk collides with metal, hip-hop stretches beyond its limbs, everything bleeding into everything else. A spectrum, a feedback loop, a glitch in continuity that refuses to settle.

Digital Pollution comes straight from the crippled mind of Bruxism, who shapes the lyrics, sculpts the production, orchestrates the chaos of everything else, and SK3RED, whose crushing guitar riffs and ferocious bass lines carve structure from noise, pulse through distortion, and give the chaos a spine. The music surges and fractures, bending punk aggression into new forms, threading a needle of raw voltage through the sonic whirlwind.

Bruxism’s lyrics gnaw at decay, map the brain rot, and fold political unease into rhythm and rhyme, guiding the listener through the hollow, recycled landscapes of the digital wasteland. The distorted rhythms combined with the high speed vocals coforges a feedback loop of sound and thought, chaos and structure, pulse and decay, an organism that is only one thing. Digital Pollution.

Digital Pollution swims through the cesspool. It's not afraid to get dirty. Observe the ever present culture-war through the hollow, recycled landscape of the Internet. Every post, every meme, every echo of thought devoured and reborn hollow. Beneath it, unrest simmers. not a rallying cry, but a reflection of systems crumbling while you scroll, the undertones pulsing between nihilism and faint resistance. The decay is tangible. You ride it. You feel it. But now, as you listen to what we have created, you will come to understand.

Digital Pollution exists online now. Noise, clarity, fragments, collisions, pulses, loops. Immerse. Let it grind. Let it linger. Let it gnaw at the edges of your mind. 
credits
releases September 30, 2025

Digital Pollution (Intro)

BEST GORE (blckk cover)

A dry mouth, a blank dead stare
A cross heavier than man could bear
They cry out, but no one's there
Cuz no god would have left you spared
From their thrones let them make their demands
Send their armies into foreign lands
Once they run out of the money to spend
There's only one way I see this ends

I wouldn't hesitate at all
Stupid mother fucker you should go and face the wall
Line em up and out in the city square and execute them all
Stupid mother fuckers you should go and face the wall

Face the wall
Face the wall
Face the wall
Face the wall

Rejected systems governed just though abuse
They'll sell you rope help you tighten the noose
Don't get to choose, you were born as a slave
They'll pick your pockets tell you how to behave
They fear the reaper and the cycle of life
They need a good cold pavement to bite
I've seen the signs and I've peered round the bend
There's only one way I see things end

I wouldn't hesitate at all
Stupid mother fucker you should go and face the wall
Line em up and out in the city square and execute them all
Stupid mother fuckers you should go and face the wall

Face the wall
Face the wall
Face the wall
Face the wall

When you reject calls to violence
With just stone sober silence
Fate decided can't override it
You made your bed now go die inside it
Fight the fire with the flame
Wip with the chains
You won't escape, you spilt blood in vain
A new hell that's all yours to reign
The kings of shame..

Face The Wall

I stole a line from your favorite track
I called it mine and I put it on wax
I got those
Bad vibes
The type that they dig
I'll scam my way to the top of the biz
Let me cook
Cook my spaghetti
I'm in the, parking lot
Caught me pissing on Chevys
I got the, wrong look
Pulling up in a rental
Self ordained
I'm the king of trap metal, alright!

All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King

Don't go outside I just stare at a screen
Thinking about some new shit I should scream
I got those
Black eyes, but it ain't from a fight
It's from the hard drugs I took all night
Yeah you right, I'm not unique
I'm just one of the pack
I got those, loose goosey vibes, ain't afraid to rat
Yeah I got, old debts that I won't ever settle
With every other fucking king of trap metal alright!

All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King

Why you seething like that?
Bitch I'm all math with the way I subtract
And I seen you on snap saying something real wack
Bout the way you underrated and your beats all slap
But that shit not facts you a wanna be X
What's next? maybe go and pull a Drake put a bullet in your chest
You a mess, so stressed, maybe you should take a rest
Instead of running round attempting every stupid side quest huh?

All Hail The King

She sent a text
Do you need help?
I said I know how to think for myself
Suit yourself, I ain't suiting up for free
I'm outside why where else would I be?
Cheap liquor
Cheaper thrills
Throwing up while on top of the world
What kinda script? bitch I'm tryna OD
Why is everybody looking at me?
Slippy fingers, we should shake hands
Now you don't got the time to understand
Lately I've been counting hours by the can
Lost my footing walking woozy with a slant, ugh

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth

Not a freak but I'm known to freak out
And then forget what it was all about
When in doubt, do another line
In a couple seconds I'll be feeling fine
It's not a scam, it's a ripoff, either way I'm richer
Maybe consider tryna move a little quicker
You make me sick if you think you're any better
This is my United States of whatever
Very clever, now sober up and drive, drive
Check my pulse man I think I'm too alive, live
So deprived, that's why I feel so depraved
I forgot how yesterday turned to today?

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth,

Grind My Teeth

I'm too young to be this jaded
I'm too old to be this mess
Make mistakes and get frustrated
I'm too young to be this mess

I walk around real dry like a cigarette
Cuz all my favorite drugs ain't illegal yet
I can hear my brain leaking out the side of my head
But I'm too busy arguing with silhouettes
I read a couple old books on psychology
So I could learn to hate myself professionally
Staying up until all night, just to make some friends
But when I fell asleep they disappeared again

Spent all of my money on adrenochrome
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home

Well I lost my passport at the liquor store
And I spent all my savings on a fucking whore
I've got a couple aliases on telegram
Got banned for posting memes about the Taliban
Now I'm sleeping in the back of a Ford escort
And I went and wrote my will on a traffic cone
Got a head full of a lies and a mountain of debt
When you call my phone, hear the line disconnect

Spent all of my money on adrenochrome
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home

I'm too young to be this jaded
I'm too old to be this mess
Make mistakes and get frustrated
I'm too young to be this mess
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home,

Digital Pollution (Intro)

BRUXISM