Kalashnikof flow (Official Audio)

Kalashnikof flow (Official Audio) Realised by Express Musik (420 Record). Producer: John Skopie Producer: Express Music (420 Records) Beatproduktion: Express Music (420 Records) Associated Performer, Vocals: Jamail Author: Drip Monroe086 Composer Lyricist: Drip Monroe086, Express Music (420 Records) Master: Jamail Studio Personnel, Mixer: Express Music (420 Records), Jamail 👉 Subscribe for more underground rap, dark trap, and real hip hop music. 💬 Drop a comment if you feel the energy. 👍 Like & share to support independent artists. Support us un Instagram: / @expressmusic-p7i If you want to hear more of our crazy music then subscribe to the channel "Express Music" and like the Video to Support our channel. I thank every subscriber and supporter of the channel. Lyrics of this Song: Static on the line, got the whole room froze, Blackout mode activated when I walk through the smoke. Cold in my soul, got a heart made of stone, Came up from the bottom, now I stand on my own. (Brrr… static… no signal…) [HOOK — HEAVY 808s] Kalashnikof flow, yeah, the whole room knows, Hashish and dope, got me lost in the zone. Trap full of big booty hoes, ice beneath the toes, Everybody knows — money comes and goes. Moving on the low, overdosed on flow, Stoned on the passboard, drifting through the cosmos. Core only static, no haze, no dreams, Just chilling in space where the stars don't speak. Kalashnikof flow, make the whole room shake, Cold in my soul, ain't a smile on my face. Came from the bottom, now I'm taking control, Blackout mode when I step to the throne. [VERSE 1 — LONG RHYME CHAINS] Low-key, no sleep, whole week in a daze, Blue lights, moonrise, silhouettes in the haze. Cold nights, closed blinds, had to find my own way, Now the bassline bends when I step on the stage. Frozen expression, aggressive progression, No second guessing, just lessons from pressure. Lost in dimensions, my thoughts disconnected, Static reception — my soul's on a different frequency. Ice beneath the toes, but the blood runs colder, Heavy on my back, made the whole mind older. They were talking big then, now their voices get lower, I was built in the storm, now I move like a soldier. Money comes and goes, I don't worship the figures, Dark room, deep bass, smoke curls by the speakers. Eyes low, mind sharp, every bar cuts deeper, I don't follow their wave — I'm the tide underneath it. [HOOK] Kalashnikof flow, yeah, the whole room knows, Hashish and dope, got me lost in the zone. Trap full of big booty hoes, ice beneath the toes, Everybody knows — money comes and goes. Moving on the low, overdosed on flow, Stoned on the passboard, drifting through the cosmos. Core only static, no haze, no dreams, Just chilling in space where the stars don't speak. [VERSE 2 — DOUBLE-TIME / MULTIS] Blackout, lights out, bass loud, no warning, Night shift, tight grip, still awake by morning. Mind gone cosmic, my thoughts orbiting Saturn, Cold-hearted, stone-faced, no need for the acting. Spacewalk, brain fog, chains swing, floor shaking, Bass drops, walls knock, whole damn place vibrating. Fake talk, cheap props, every mask degrading, I was down in the dirt while they posed for the ratings. Moving on the low, never chasing attention, Every scar on my skin got a story behind it. Came from nothing, now I'm done with permission, Took control of the wheel, now I'm changing the distance. Stoned on the passboard, lost in the static, No dreams, no sleep, whole vibe cinematic. Dark matter heart, every move automatic, Kalashnikof flow — this delivery savage. [BRIDGE — BEAT CUTS / RADIO STATIC] No haze. No dreams. No light. Just beams. Cold soul. Stone heart. Blackout. Restart. From the bottom to the throne, Now the whole room knows. Moving on the low, Kalashnikof flow. [FINAL HOOK — FULL DISTORTION] Kalashnikof flow, yeah, the whole room knows, Hashish and dope, got me lost in the zone. Trap full of big booty hoes, ice beneath the toes, Everybody knows — money comes and goes. Moving on the low, overdosed on flow, Stoned on the passboard, drifting through the cosmos. Core only static, no haze, no dreams, Just chilling in space where the stars don't speak. Kalashnikof flow, make the whole room shake, Cold in my soul, ain't a smile on my face. Came from the bottom, now I'm taking control, BLACKOUT MODE WHEN I STEP TO THE THRONE. [OUTRO — PITCHED-DOWN AD-LIBS] Kalashnikof… flow… Whole room knows… Heart made of stone… Blackout mode… (Static… static…