Our Father, Who art in heaven, 
Hallowed be Thy Name. 
Thy Kingdom come. 
Thy Will be done, 
on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread. 
And forgive us our trespasses, 
as we forgive those who trespass against us. 
And lead us not into temptation, 
but deliver us from evil. Amen.

P1MP Feat. TRAP DYLAN (PROD. SID WHITE)

(5/5) WHOZ DA MAN (prod. plure) *VIDEO IN DESC*

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THRONE OF BONES [PROD. REVERSE PLAYBACK]

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Released in 2004 on Playstation 2, BLADE CITY is an indie developed game where you can choose between two main characters to play as. Reverse Playback or Rece's Aura. This game was a smash hit in America from 2004-2005 before being banned by the United States government for making players' eyes bleed and there were even a few accounts reported of people who played this game being cursed with a permanent ringing in their head that they would describe as "Not very pleasant"

BLADE CITY

BLADE CITY (feat. Rece's Aura) [Prod. Dustmyte]

[Intro]
"Nah, run that back...
Why was it called Music dot Lee if it wasn't meant for artists?
Y’all trend-humpin’, lip-syncin’, content-stealin’ parasites —
This ain’t your playground. This war."

[Verse 1]
Why was it Music dot Lee?
If not for blood, for beats, for the ones like me?
Not for trends, not for dances on repeat,
You TikTok fuckers ain't touched the heat
I'm from the booth with the cracked mic stand
Not filters, not thirst traps, not brand scams
You tap record and post like gods
But never stepped in the jungle where we bled for bars
You chasing likes — we chasing legacy
We spit pain, not poses, that’s the pedigree
You milk this shit with no respect
Every stream you steal is a cut to the neck
So nah, I ain’t clappin’ for your fake fame
You puppets dance while we die in this game
This mic ain’t a toy, it’s a loaded blade
And you just walked in the wrong arcade

[Hook]
Why was it Music dot Lee?!
If it wasn’t meant for soldiers like me?!
Not for filters, clout, or fake streams!
This for the broke kids livin’ off dreams!
Why was it Music dot Lee?!
When y’all just play it like a fuckin’ meme?!
We grind, y’all swipe — we bleed, y’all feed
So don’t you dare call this culture your scene!

(“Facts!” “Say it louder!” “This ain’t for you!”)

[Verse 2]
I built in basements, you built on trends
I poured out pain, you reposted friends
You mime our lyrics with no idea
What it cost to spit truth through a cracked idea
Y’all dancing to trauma, cashin' in on grief
Mocking the message beneath every beat
I saw you flexin’ on stories with quotes
That we wrote — in prison, on paper, with smoke
This ain't no brand — it's a fuckin' oath
Every rhyme I spit is a knife in my throat
So don’t act like you honor the grind
You ain't family — you vultures online

[Hook]
Why was it Music dot Lee?!
If it wasn’t meant for soldiers like me?!
Not for filters, clout, or fake streams!
This for the broke kids livin’ off dreams!
Why was it Music dot Lee?!
When y’all just play it like a fuckin’ meme?!
We grind, y’all swipe — we bleed, y’all feed
So don’t you dare call this culture your scene!

(“Not yours!” “Sit down!” “Earn it!”)

[Bridge.]
This was never for you.
This was war music. Hunger music.
Slept-on, broke-as-fuck, back-against-the-wall music.
So keep your reels and your reposts.
We keep the blade sharp and the booth lit.
Don’t ever forget who built this.

[Final Hook]
WHY WAS IT Music dot Lee?!
If it wasn’t meant for the ones like me?!
For the pain, for the streets, for the mic fiends?!
Not for you viral leeches in skinny jeans!
WHY WAS IT Music dot Lee?!
When the blood of the craft is what made it breathe?!
We bled, we died, we lived through screams!
You just dance — we built the scene!

(“Built it!” “Earn your spot!” “Keep talkin’!”)

[Outro]
You can't fake this forever.
Sooner or later... the real ones come for blood.

Why Was It Music.Ly_

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