Oldpilot⁴

Friends

Judgement Day

Judgement Day (Acoustic)

AfterLife

Thanks For Asking (Acoustic)

The End (Acoustic)

This Is The Way (feat. DMX)

Prod. YCK

It’s fine I don’t mind cause the way I’m guessing
There ain’t much that here for the gene expression
Why reproduce and bring in this world
Someone that ain’t asked our nature it’s neural
I am no example of self-control
Need to get a handle I cannot fold
When my pride’s so big I disregard advice
Then imma lose the race at this starting line
Am I really one in what I do or had I settled
From the moment I was born I feel it’s only detrimental
It’s the designer I got no affinity
For and I’m marking fuck out the vicinity
Drop a barrage I’m a myth and mirage
It’s a helpless endeavor get out the garage
Waving goodbye to the board and the syndicate
As I reflect I admit that I sinned a bit
Hostile adversity well it’s eternal
Losing the patience and filling up journals
Keeping serene so I won’t be provoked
Taken searching for something some anger to stoke

If you had the nerve to vanquish
Me of any apprehension
Then you’d alter all this anguish
Turned beyond my comprehension
Wield the keys and sanctify
I do declare what you defy
Struck down those deserted
I will not be converted

No more luster when you’ve grown accustomed
To the circle you have can you even trust em
Selling what is sacred you intend to make the rent
And when is it reciprocated put in maybe ten percent
Overblown it’s so overdone
But they could raise awareness as the sober ones
I’ve been owed my dues with the rope I choose
I don’t gotta fret about it when I know I’ll lose
Claim they’re activists what they’re lacking it’s
Made up with an unremitting adamance
You are the fool in a bigot’s parade
You’re the believer that’s sitting in place
Might be depressed like I’m never exuberant
Maybe too mellow involve the computer in
Everything we’ve been progressing but fuck it
In costing the comfort we’ve needed we wrung it
Noted supposed and rightly ostensible
Traits you’re projecting are too indefensible
Imma be the arbiter and save these links
Imma need a pardon to conduct each king

If you had the nerve to vanquish
Me of any apprehension
Then you’d alter all this anguish
Turned beyond my comprehension
Wield the keys and sanctify
I do declare what you defy
Struck down those deserted
I will not be converted

Converted

LYRICS:

I wonder why, get inside with the .556
Like fuck it I don't miss none
I wonder why, I wanna die
Let me die with a hit, I promise I don't miss none
I wonder why, get inside with the .556
Like fuck it I don't miss none
I wonder why, I wanna die
Let me die with a hit, I promise I don't miss none

With the raw, I'mma get us all, fuck it fly away
Came and saw, boy don't get involved, you can die today
I break the law, Mama get the call, lock em up and pray
No they don't know nothin bout it so how the fuck they relate
I'm off that raw boy don't get involved, you wont make it out that
Stick it up on my body tell me what you know about that
That raw shit you never saw, welcome to the grave
No you don't know nothin bout it, don't ever say we the same

Okay okay, keep that thang tucked
Revy don't fuck with fake love
Fuck you gotta say now
Go and tell me what you made of
That fetty do 'em dirty
Don't you play with shit you ain't done
Aye Revy boy I fuck with you
Like where you get your name from
I'm comin up, wait, boy its hot
Don't you hate on what you got
You got plenty don't need extra
Better play it while you got it
I go Ham I go retarded
I go dumb ain't even started
I'mma go back to the way I was
With a fucked up plan I think I lost it
I'mma mothafuckin G-O-Dick her down and leave hoe
Wake up in the morning with a pocket full of cheat code
Tell me what you need hoe
Static blowing geek smoke
I ain't even tell em
I just drop it down and reload
I let the mothafuckin beat ride
Stay up til my teeth rot
You gon' have to bury me before I go to detox
This that started from a pill shit
Baby this that real shit
Don't fuck with anybody rather die before I feel shit

With the raw, I'mma get us all, fuck it fly away
Came and saw, boy don't get involved, you can die today
I break the law, Mama get the call, lock em up and pray
No they don't know nothin bout it so how the fuck they relate
I'm off that raw boy don't get involved, you wont make it out that
Stick it up on my body tell me what you know about that
That raw shit you never saw, welcome to the grave
No you don't know nothin bout it, don't ever say we the same

I wonder why, get inside with the .556
Like fuck it I don't miss none
I wonder why, I wanna die
Let me die with a hit, I promise I don't miss none
I wonder why, get inside with the .556
Like fuck it I don't miss none
I wonder why, I wanna die
Let me die with a hit, I promise I don't miss none

STATIC

STATIC (prod. Free Quenzy)

LYRICS:
Throw shade but the bitch smoke butta
Stickin' up on my body like baby I know you wanna get down
With the same thing big shot stunna
Rope tied baby Imma hang til the game cut down
Pussy muthafucka can't hold me
I'mma get high til the day I fuckin OD
Please stop talking bout a needle like a trophy
Ain't nobody better than Revy you can't hold me
Bitch I'mma, low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down
Low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down

I'mma hit em with the whole thing baby I'mma
Get paid when I get paid, run up on a
Big name with the chump change give it to em
I ain't with the yap, they pussy now give it back like
Hit em with the crack they cough up another K
Pull the blade up out the bag and they got nothing to say
I tell em you don't know the half get the fuck out the way
I cut the dope with the razor, flick it I'mma take off

You gettin mad cuz I passed ya, lookin like a bastard
Trappin out the telly I got money in my mattress
Thirty five tip a bitch I tell her I'm her master
Five one six in your wrist get blasted
It's fuckin too late my bitch take
Ana when I make her say
Revy do it better better watch the way I'm throwin shade
I'm fuckin so high my wrist liable get cut
Talkin out your capillary fetty make a pussy duck
Gra-ta-ta-ta go the sound when I drop
You a cap mothafucka stay the fuck out my spot
You try to hop on my scene they don't like what you got
I'm a god and a fiend, you just mad cuz you not
You can throw shade but it won't take to a damn lie
Stick it up on my body as if it would be the last time
Riggity boi the tech, wicked the blade I take a death
I'mma get paid the same I came to say that I'mma take the rest like
I told em watch out here I come
My vein got ripped out still gon duck
I feel like Zeta, now I'm numb
With the blade can't hang my rope tied up
I told em step back hold my dick
Who the fuck want war, who the fuck want this
I'mma drop that raw when I flick my wrist
Lil bitch throw shade I still won't miss
Gotta pay to play you can't take this
Hit em witta K I bang and get anxious
I'mma be great, I hate I must say this
Nothing but a fake, I state you can't hang with

STILL WON'T MISS

STILL WON'T MISS (prod. NiceMeme$ound)

IF I MAY

Nightmare

spitcup W/ NIKKO

Prod. YCK

Imma go ballistic turn this bitch to 2012
And I don’t need a Mayan calendar to raise that kind of hell
I’ll create my own doomsday prophecy of biblical
Proportions and if climate change is truly fucking cyclical
So is life and death then you should be inside the wood chipper
Good riddance BlackRock’s your friendly neighborhood flipper
They have been rewarding what’s morally reprehensible
Opt for that instead of just doing the thing that’s sensible
You in a throne never sitting alone and you’re safe in the Ivory tower
The people that want you beheaded are down in the lobby they’ve got a damn right to be sour
Send us a grunt or assistant we know that position pays ninety per hour 
There isn’t a way to integrity when you’re elite but I bet it feels nice to be showered
In constant bonuses the brokerages have halted the trades
Don’t pull the rug until the CFOs and boss have been paid
Make the magic happen zero outstanding debts
Configured algorithms for rejections we’re not impressed

High octane high voltage
Chasing your profits had left you frozen in the cold mist 
False traces false headlines
Force em to crunch and coerced to meet another deadline
Delay, deny, defend
Won’t pay but it’s fine when they’re dead (dead)
Evade, decry, pretend
Loose change set aside by the feds (feds)

Turn the faucet on despite the finite supply of it
Water’s tainted baptize me then resurrect the leviathan
It’s your moment now wait on my mark to cue all the violins
Bottleneck at the entrance and massacred as they pile in
Terabytes of applications but the bandwidth throttled
Ain’t no trophies for participation no one’s getting coddled
Fuckin airlines are gambling they’re delaying the maintenance
Crises waiting to happen the scene is wiped only faded prints
Zombies are roaming they’re plentiful many have settled out by the Bay Area
Every day they overdosing an ambulance ride  and the bystanders watch as they carry em
We need to wrangle the affluent breaching containment releasing malaria
How do they tell you what to be afraid of but aren’t found responsible for the hysteria
Get in formation trepidation in an uninformed populace
They don’t want you to have any form of sense and class consciousness
Don’t discuss wages or raises fired if you’re unionizing
The freedom of speech and assembly ready for scrutinizing

High octane high voltage
Chasing your profits had left you frozen in the cold mist 
False traces false headlines
Force em to crunch and coerced to meet another deadline
Delay, deny, defend
Won’t pay but it’s fine when they’re dead (dead)
Evade, decry, pretend
Loose change set aside by the feds (feds)

Delay, Deny, Defend

A two-part sonic ceremony from Bassvoid.
“Ritual Sequence” commands with deep 808s, distorted synths, and determined flow — a dark progressive trap act of precision and control.
“After the Ritual” reflects in the quiet aftermath — downtempo, ambient, and cinematic, echoing the same words through calm introspection.
Together, they form one ritual in two states — action and aftermath.

👉 Promo: 

Lyrics:

No doubt.
No hesitation.
Every step — calculated.

Steel in my chest, silence in my mind.
Focus is my weapon.

I move — with purpose.
I strike — with reason.
I win — with patience.

I walk the frozen path alone,
Every sound becomes my zone.
No chaos, only control —
The rhythm aligns my soul.

No fear, no fall.
Only rise, through it all.

The path is set.
The mission clear.
I am the order — they disappear.


Ritual Sequence (Main Mix)

written / performed by @vvs20k x @blckbrds
produced by @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz

CONSULTING THE MACHINE

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American Capitalist (Deluxe Edition)

Remember Everything

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any inquiries/leasing: yck559@gmail.com

Delay, Deny, Defend

YCK

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