prod yeahdudejoshishere

feat 
STACEY TRINKET
MOONLUVSLUNA
EDDISON
DIRTYBUTT
MEKEL

YEAHDUDEJOSHISHERE: THE MIXTAPE

STICK_TALK (Prod. Astral)

EVERY TIME I GET A KILL I PUT EM ON A SCREEN
POST THAT SHIT ON BESTGORE AND IM MAKING BITCHES SCREAM
NEVER MISS A SHOT
AND I NEVER NEED A BEAM
HE MAY HAVE A VEST BUT MY BULLET TIPS ARE GREEN

BULLET THROUGH HIS CHEST BITCH IM ONLY HERE TO BREAK SHIT

BREAK SHIT 
LEAVE THAT BOY A MESS
STOMP HIS BRAIN OUT ON THE PAVEMENT 
MAKE A TRAIL OF BODIES AND I USE YOUR CORPSE TO PAVE IT
BITCH DONT BE A HERO CUZ TODAY YOU WILL NOT SAVE SHIT

INTERNET KILLER (Prod. HVVXCK)

SUFFA [prod. HXLX]

HELLY X DIRTYBUTT -  RUIN MY PEACE (MICHAEL LINK) #XTREMETRAP

FREAKY

Mix master and feat @mxgdxmperr
Art by me
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Nihscinsoc-internet-lyrics
Produced by silent and babyboybeats on Youtube

INTERNET W/ MXGDXMPER [SILENT X BABYBOYBEATS]

WHO AM I?

WHO AM I? (PROD. GJC)

SLICES

FAT NUTS w/ STACEY TRINKET

SAY WASSUP (LOUD)

BIG CHEESE

NU CUTTER

When the fracture split the vacuum, the chrono-compass snapped to 174.
Courier-pilot Saint VII tightened the straps and slid into the seam of the cosmos. Inside, space moved like a staircase: every two beats a new level, every third an ironic wink from fate. Bass wasn’t sound but ore—mined with a swing-pick, packed into crates by layers, tagged with sharp breaks in the pattern so the route wouldn’t be lost.

On the far side waited the black market of gravity. They didn’t sell fuel there, only knots of rhythm: quick punches, toothy wobbles, strobe-lit syncopes—fresh, predatory, a little cocky. Saint VII slices time into slivers, flips the riff mid-flight, throws right-angle turns that leave the time inspectors grabbing a silent bar instead of evidence.

Landing: the platform of the dance floor. Containers open—and orange impulses surge out.
A short hit—“here,” a reply—“there,” the mocking sub clings to ribs and marches the room up a ladder of breaks—every eight bars a new turn, closer, rougher, bolder. Hands rise, air trembles, and time—embarrassed—pulls a reload: the same motif, louder and straighter to the chest.

Galactic Fracture is contraband geometry of rhythm: a raider’s log that brings back not fear from the cracks, but the urge to jump. Every track is a new step, every break a portal, every pause a sight line.
DEEPNAS logged the signal. Saint VII returned intact—so we can dive back into the rift.

Saint VII - Current Value

Always deep dark and sometimes dangerous!!
Just working my way down the library of tunes 

Man made madness !!🔥🔥19/9/25.

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IS IT TOO LATE?

KNUPDICA

EVERYTHING/NOTHING

the melting pot of genres

WE ON SOME SWAGCORE HYPERPUNK GRUNGERAP ACIDPUNK SHIT

@acid-punks-radio

SAY WASSUP (LOUD)

YEAHDUDEJOSHISHERE

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