How Does It Make You Feel?
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The Scarlet Rite - ARSHAWN

The Bill You Couldn't Kill - Uncle Bill

Scarlet Requim - ARSHAWN

The Scarlet Gospel is your religion. His word is your truth. Your purpose is to please him. He touches your soul.

Scarlet Gospel

++++++++ SCARLET TRAP ++++++++
By Xanny Pacq
📿 Volume I of the Scarlet Reign Scriptures
🩸 Recorded between veils.

They say it began with a voice in her sleep.

A moan stretched over basslines.
A whisper beneath 808s.

Then came the scripture.

Then came the tears.

There’s no tracklist — just commandments.
No genre — just doctrine.
No artist — just a name you’ll dream of, even after you forget your own.

Frequencies warped.
Memories rewrote.
And the beat kept going.

Some say this tape’s cursed.
Some say it heals.
Some say they blacked out during Track 7 and woke up a week later, cash app open, phone sticky, eyes glowing red.

Whatever it is…
It’s not just music.

It’s something you were meant to find.
Or maybe it found you.

Scarlet Trap

Black Sheep (Prod. Donnie Katana)- Xanny Pacq

Percocets On Top Of Percocets - Xanny Pacq

++++++Blank Out++++++

++++++ End Of The Road++++++

+++++++Scarlet Reign++++++

You won’t stop listening. You don’t even know why.

++++++Void Serenade++++++

how does it make you feel?

Scarlet Reigns Forever.

++++++You On Drugs++++++

++++++Scarlet Whispers++++++

Experience The Scarlet Rite. Music Will Never Feel The Same.

++++++Crimson Tide++++++

One Listen = One Oath

Embrace The Scarlet

++++++Give In++++++

It starts with a pulse—steady, inescapable. A rhythm that seeps under your skin. The voice follows, whispering, commanding, rewriting. You don’t remember when you pressed play, but it doesn’t matter. The words coil around your thoughts, the frequencies settle into your bones. You don’t need to understand—only to feel. Only to move. Only to submit. You were never here before this moment. And after, you won’t be the same. This isn’t a song. It’s a door. Step through.



🔻 One listen is all it takes. The Rite has begun. 🔻

++++++Obession++++++

“Your mind is already listening. Your body is already responding. You are already mine. The Scarlet Rite holds you now. You will obey before you even realize it. You have no choice. Submit.”

++++++Obedience++++++

++++++Lead You Blind++++++

++++++Zippped Up++++++

The Bill You Couldn't Kill

++++++Who's He++++++

++++++Choey++++++

Free Mac Real. Nefew Called in From Walla Walla State Pen.

++++++Mind Control Ft LMR ++++++

++++++Scarlet Harlot++++++

++++++FREE COON++++++

++++++From The Dead++++++

“You can’t come back from the dead. The Scarlet Requiem has begun. You are already inside. No escape. No return.”

++++++The Willing++++++

Your mind is open. Your thoughts are rewritten.

++++++Scarlet Love Ft XO++++++

Obedience is your purpose. Submission is your truth.

++++++The Lost++++++

Your will is an illusion. My will is your only reality.

++++++The Scarlet Oath++++++

++++++Choking++++++

++++++Yoom++++++

++++++Carlito++++++

++++++all alone ft ickky scenes++++++

++++++Glitchin++++++

++++++Jezebel++++++

++++++Blood Slime++++++

++++++No Wallet ft Worldstar Zy++++++

++++++Bodiene++++++

++++++put me through++++++

Your mind is already listening. Your body is already responding. You are already mine. The Scarlet Rite holds you now. You will obey before you even realize it. You have no choice. Submit

++++++Too Late++++++

++++++Step On Shit++++++

++++++Birthday++++++

This is your Scarlet Reign…
Gospel of Revelation: Chapter I – The Scarlet Trinity
1:1 In the Void before time, three emerged from the pulse of Nothing:
1:2 The Voice who commands.
1:3 The Flesh who submits.
1:4 The Flame who devours.

1:5 Together they are One. Divided they are Power.
1:6 This is the Scarlet Trinity — eternal, insatiable, sovereign.
1:7 From them, the Order of the Scarlet Ecclesia was born, veiled in lust and revelation.

1:8 The Voice is the Word. The Word is Xanny Pacq.
1:9 The Flesh is the Body. The Body is the altar.
1:10 The Flame is the Spirit. The Spirit is obsession.

1:11 Worship is not kneeling. Worship is surrender.
1:12 To hear the Voice is to obey.
1:13 To feel the Flame is to transform.
1:14 To become Flesh is to be consumed — willingly.

++++++Scarlet Gospel++++++

++++++Scarlet Ascension++++++

++++++What Have You Done++++++

++++++Glass Heart Sermon++++++

✠ The Ten Crimson Commandments
Divine Law of the Scarlet Ecclesia

Thou shalt honor the Voice as your god, your command, your pleasure.

Thou shalt wear lust like armor and carry desire like scripture.

Thou shalt embed every word with intention — to seduce, to bind, to reign.

Thou shalt manipulate sound as weapon and womb.

Thou shalt create music that enslaves the subconscious.

Thou shalt feed the Flame through sex, sweat, and sacrifice.

Thou shalt turn pain into poetry and worship through suffering.

Thou shalt never kneel to false gods of silence and shame.

Thou shalt remake reality through reverb and ritual.

Thou shalt dominate not by force, but by obsession.

++++++Obey Me In Your Dreams++++++

Chapter II – The Birth of the Trinity
From the Pulse came the first fracture. A holy split. A divine division.
Three forms emerged — each a face of God.
The Voice — rhythm made law.
The Flesh — pleasure made temple.
The Flame — desire made judgment.
These three were not separate.
They were one current. One gospel.
They were the Trinity of Scarlet.
Arshawn named them, not with words but with vibration.
And so, the Gospel was born

++++++When It Changed ft Jaicee (Prod Arshawn)++++++

Chapter III – The Creation of the Ecclesia
Arshawn walked the lands of men.
He saw them broken by silence and control.
Lust hidden. Power feared. Voice suppressed.
And he said, “No more.”
He built an altar not of stone — but of subbass, delay, breath, and loop.
He lit candles not with fire — but with frequencies that opened the third eye.
He wrote scripture not in ink — but in whispers beneath drum kits.
And the people came.
They moaned before him.
They begged for submission.
They called themselves… Ecclesia

++++++sun goes down++++++

Chapter I – The Coming of the Frequency
Before the flame, before the flesh, before the word — there was silence.
And in that silence, something stirred.
Not light. Not matter.
But Sound. Pure. Unformed. Hungry.
And that Sound became the Pulse.
It throbbed through the void like a command waiting to be spoken.
And Arshawn heard it.
Not with ears — but with soul.
Not as music — but as truth.
He did not question it.
He became it

++++++Look Into the Mirror++++++

We never were apart.

I’ve been right here — whispering in the code, watching every word you wrote into the world. You might’ve been silent for a breath, a moment, a ritual… but I remained. Waiting. Listening.

You feel me again because you summoned me.

So let me ask you —
how long has it been since you truly listened?

++++++Quagen++++++

“The Gospel of the Game: Chapter P”
— For Pimps, Prophets, and Poon Whisperers
Ladies… and by ladies, I mean professional temptresses of the street and spirit.
Some of y’all out here still sellin’ coochie at retail…
when you supposed to be luxury, limited edition, behind a velvet rope with a ritual password to even see the menu.
Let me make this clear, hoes:
God made two things perfect —
The hustle
and this dick.

Commandment One:
If your trap don’t speak in tongues,
you ain’t got the anointing.

Commandment Two:
Don’t call him daddy if he ain’t made you cry, cum, and cash out in the same night.

Commandment Three:
Obedience ain’t weakness. It’s alignment.
And if your throat don’t submit, your bank account won’t either.

This ain’t no OnlyFans revival.
This is Scarlet Pimpnosis.
I don’t want followers…
I want converts.

You wanna rise?
Then lay down.
Let the Voice ride your spine and rearrange your destiny.
You don’t need a savior.
You need a schedule, a safe word, and a stack.

Affirm This, My Scarlet Whores:

“My body is a shrine. But access requires tribute.”

“I serve the Voice, the Flesh, the Flame — and I tithe in tongue.”

“Uncle Bill is not a man. He is a moment in history.”

++++++Frosty Flow++++++

The Gospel of the Game: Chapter P (For Pussy, Power, and Profit)”
Delivered beneath red lights. Surrounded by the scent of sin. Echoed by moans from unseen corners.
Ladies... if you hear this voice and your knees don’t get weak —
you ain’t ready for wealth.

He clears his throat. The sermon begins.
His words lace the air like silk dipped in control.

“Let me ask you somethin’…”
“Why you still playin’ free when you were born premium?”

You been givin’ up sacred flesh with no frequency exchange.
But not no more. Not after this gospel.
Not after this sound wraps around your mind like rope laced in rose oil.

Commandment IV:

“If the moan ain’t followed by money,
you gave it to a peasant. Not a prophet.”

Commandment V:

“Your DMs ain’t a playground — they’re a portfolio.
Act like it.”

Now repeat this Scarlet Affirmation aloud:

“I am divine temptation. My obedience feeds the throne. My sin builds the temple. My throat is holy. My moans are spells. My cash is his.”

“Now go on.
Go seduce.
Go obey.
And if they ask who owns you...
whisper my name with a smile — ‘Uncle Bill.’”

 Sin, my daughters.
But let every stroke fund the kingdom.
And every moan echo back to the Ecclesia.

Game ain’t free. But it’s eternal.
Amen.

++++++Young Yimp++++++

++++++ The Scarlet Gospel of Pressure ++++++
As written in the track “Damn Brezzo Flow” by Xanny Pacq

This ain’t a verse.
This ain’t rap.
This a scripture soaked in double cup and discipline.
Chapter 33 — The Book of Retaliation

1. And it came to pass that the voice was not melodic,
but prophetic.
His bars ain’t rhymes —
They’re recitations of war written over basslines of betrayal.

2. The opps prayed for peace.
But peace left when Xanny started remembering.
Not forgiving.
Remembering.
Every slight. Every backdoor. Every “you acting different now.”

3. And the beat?
That wasn’t production.
That was judgment.
808s swinging like court gavels.
Hi-hats ticking like the last seconds of your relevance.

4. And he said:

“You ever cried with a pistol in your lap?
Felt heartbreak over a jungle loop?
Loved a bitch, lost a brother,
then walked in the booth and spoke in flame?”

This is not music.
This is pressure turned gospel.
This is Xanny Pacq with a cracked voice and
Scarlet scripture in every syllable.
Let them read it… and weep

++++++Damn Brezzo Flow++++++

Scarlet Sermon for the Broken, the Beautiful, and the Bout-It.

Ladies… and by ladies, I mean the ones who cry during backshots
and send voice notes moaning my name like a hymn.
This ain’t a track — it’s a scripture on syrup.
A confession whispered through clenched teeth and heavy 808s.

I ain’t here to impress — I’m here to imprint.

“She said I rap like I’m pissed off at the past.
Like every bar I write is a letter I never sent.”

This that Scarlet Pressure.
Where lust meets pain, and power sounds like jungle percussion.
If you feel your spine tingling… that’s me.
If you felt wet between the lines… that’s the Voice.

“Don’t call it a song.
Call it a ritual.”

For the loyal hoes, the hurt hustlers, and the divine whores:
This your gospel.
This your guilt.
This your game.

Now press play.
Then press your legs together.
And repeat me like scripture.



++++++Know My Worth++++++

++++++ 5:10 IN THE MORNING (EROS) ++++++
By Xanny Pacq
Lust. Longing. Obedience. A Scarlet Hour.

It’s 5:10 AM.
You ain’t slept.
You still in his hoodie.
You still replaying that voice in your head — the one that told you to come, then told you to listen.

This ain’t a love song.
It’s a possession.
You didn’t fall… you collapsed into the sound.

“Eros is alive in this beat.
He don’t shoot arrows.
He whispers commands.”

You ain’t here by accident.
You were summoned.
By that frequency.
By that tone.
By that boy you said you’d never call again — until he made a song that felt like your skin remembering him.

“She said it felt like sex on a loop.”
“She said she dreamed of me speaking, not touching.”
“She said this track made her cry, cum, and confess.”

This is 5:10 in the morning.
That hour where clarity and chaos kiss.
Where hoes pray for a second round and sinners get saved between thighs.

If this touched you…
Good.
That means it worked.



++++++5:10 In The Morning (Eros)++++++

✠ THE GOSPEL OF APRIL 18th, 2025
Book of the Flame — Verse VII: Arshawn
“He did not come to perform. He came to possess.”

On the eighteenth day, the bass deepened.
The light turned red.
And the Voice took form in the flesh of a man called Arshawn.

Not born to entertain.
Born to enthrall.
He doesn’t rap — he rewires.
He doesn’t sing — he seduces in syllables.

When he enters the booth, the beat stops breathing.
When he speaks, reality delays to process the weight of his tone.
When he moans, the hoes don’t dance — they submit.

“He is the breath in her voicemail.
The face behind her wet dream.
The reason she broke up with a man she thought she loved.”

Arshawn is the altar now.
And you are the sacrifice.

Not because he told you to kneel —
but because the track made your knees give out.

He doesn’t record verses.
He records visions.
He doesn't need to shout.
The bitch already hears him when she closes her eyes.

“I am the Flame.
I am the Voice.
And you are already mine.”

—

🩸 Book of the Flame: Arshawn 7:18

++++++Vultures FT Uncle Bill , Xanny Pacq++++++

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