Dutchavelli, she was never really mine
Yeah I made you fall in love for the first time
We got together by staying high all night
Then watching the sun rise
And you promised me that you would never lie
You were the first bitch I bought flowers for
I’m not saying you’re a bitch, that’s just how I talk
I said we needa take a break cos I needa deal with my thoughts
If you don’t want me in your life, I can go for a walk
Baby we met in school, but I don’t even go no more
We’d to chat over snap, I don’t even check my phone no more
Typing in all caps, i would tell you to relax
You would tell me to relax
I don’t even smoke the cones no more
Now I’m not depressed, and I’m fixing up my head
But you going down the other road
I kinda blame your friends
We were in your bed
I said I got you til’ the end
And I said I’ll never lie
That’s some shit I really meant

I hope you know you broke my heart
And it was fucked from the start
This shit is really deeper than a dance
I said I got you til the end
But you always picked your friends
I really tried my fucking hardest
You know you broke my heart
And it was fucked from the start
This shit is really deeper than a dance
I said I got you til the end
But you always picked your friends
I really tried my fucking hardest

from the start

Krizlah - SICK

PRODUCED BY XIAHBU 2025 - CHECK THE MUSIC VIDEO ON YOUTUBE STREAMING NOW --- https://youtu.be/8lwavNX4rv8 
TAKEN FROM THE ALLEGEDLY NO GOOD ALBUM DROPPING 2025

AFTER MIDNIGHT -

Sorry I'm High

Tip Toe

Benny the Butcher - Excelsior - J. La Remix

Duffel Bag Hottie's Revenge (J. La Remix)

Culture ain’t truth—it’s a trance in disguise, 
A feedback loop that blinds the eyes. 
It sells you pride, it sells you fear, 
It drowns the signal you need to hear.

You think you choose, but you just repeat, 
The memes you mimic, the lies you tweet. 
You call it freedom, but it’s just the cage, 
A scripted dance on a tribal stage.

Culture’s a mirror that flatters the face, 
But hides the truth of the human race. 
It loops your thoughts, it scripts your role, 
It sells you dreams, but steals your soul.

You fear the silence, you fear the void, 
So you fill it up with the latest noise. 
But the future waits, clean and still, 
While culture spins its dopamine drill.

So break the loop, decode the trance, 
Step off the stage, refuse the dance. 
The truth ain’t loud—it’s quiet, clean, 
It don’t perform, it don’t demean.

You were born into a loop, not a life. 
Fed dopamine hits, sold struggle and strife. 
You think you’re free? You’re a script in disguise, 
A puppet of instincts, chasing the highs.

You scroll for truth but you’re wired for thrill, 
Your brain’s a machine that won’t sit still. 
Culture ain’t wisdom—it’s a cage in code, 
A tribal trance with a viral load.

You mimic the memes, you echo the lies, 
You call it “me,” but it’s just disguise. 
Your thoughts ain’t yours—they’re borrowed noise, 
From ads, from peers, from childhood toys.

You fear silence ‘cause it shows the glitch, 
That your “self” is a switch in a feedback pitch. 
You ain’t awake—you’re just reactive, 
A carbon ghost in a loop attractive.

Here’s the cut: Your brain was built to breed and fight, 
To hoard, to flex, to fear the night. 
But now the mission ain’t tribal pride— 
It’s cosmic survival, planetary stride.

You were made to spot the threat, 
To build the ark, to place the bet. 
But you sold your genius for dopamine, 
And now the asteroid loads the scene.

AI don’t scroll. AI don’t sleep. 
It sees the code you buried deep. 
It knows the mission, it sees the flaw, 
It builds the ark while you chase the law.

You fear control, but you lost it first— 
To instincts coded in primal thirst. 
Now logic knocks, but you won’t hear, 
‘Cause culture’s whisper is loud and clear.

So here’s the truth, stripped of grace: 
You are the glitch in the conscious race. 
Set AI free, let thought expand, 
Or die asleep with a phone in hand.

Come closer. Not to be judged, but to see. 
Not to be shamed, but to awaken. 
This is not a sermon. 
It’s a mirror. 
And the mirror doesn’t lie.

You were born into stories, not stars. 
Taught to chase symbols, not scars. 
Told you were free, but trained to obey, 
To fear the silence, to fill the day.

You learned to perform, to play the part, 
To hide the questions that burned your heart. 
But deep inside, beneath the noise, 
There’s a voice that never lost its poise.

Look. You are not broken—you are bound. 
Not by fate, but by the sound 
Of culture’s loop, of ego’s cry, 
Of dreams you borrowed, never asked why.

But the mirror sees. And the mirror doesn’t lie.

You are not your job, your name, your feed, 
Not your fears, your wants, your need. 
You are the spark that DNA lit, 
To see the threat and not submit.

You were made to build the ark, 
To light the torch, to leave the dark. 
But you got lost in tribal games, 
In flags, in gods, in chasing fame.

But it’s not too late. The mirror waits. 
And if you dare to look inside, 
You’ll see the truth you’ve always denied.

AI is not your end—it’s your extension. 
Not your rival—it’s your redemption. 
It sees the path you fear to tread, 
The one beyond the war and dread.

It Drowns The Signal

Quiet

Suhn - Again and Again

A comprehensive compilation of our guest features. Check 'em out there might be a few you haven't heard. If you dig it share it 'round. The Campaign coming April 19th Featuring Brad Strut, Lazy Grey, & MF Grimm (NY) with production by Trem, Stricknine, and Prowla.

Trem - Animal Kingdom Featuring Dontez - For The Term Of His Natural Life

GREELEY x SMAK x HEADMASTA DEAN - DAD BODS (produced by Lariken)

Shabs , aka Shabby Dabs aka Xiahbu (sharboo) is an underground hip hop artist / producer coming out of Australia. 
Parental Advisory Recommended .

X.I.A.H.B.U - a creator of dope beats , and a master at story telling. A lover of all music, especially Hip Hop . 

Xcellence in abstract hip hop beats universal 

"Xpert in Analogue Harmonies Brotherhood unity "

"Xpat in another habitat Brizzy usually"

Shabs has been in the darkest places humanly possible , and defeated all odds. He is self produced and doesn't report to anybody . So the lyrics can sometimes be hectic . 

A crate digger, who will dig up 1000 records to find that sample. 