album cover
artist
Alphabyte
Breech
Hip-Hop/Rap
Breech è stato pubblicato il 3 maggio 2026 da Junction Records Music come parte dell'album Bullets with Blood
album cover
AlbumBullets with Blood
Data di uscita3 maggio 2026
EtichettaJunction Records Music
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM92

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alphabyte
Alphabyte
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tynan Thomas David Austin
Tynan Thomas David Austin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vintageman Beats
Vintageman Beats
Producer

Testi

No sign of byte he dropped bars then dropped out
No sign of life in Tynan no wonder lights out
No son left in yo life and you wonder why now
No chance given you answers you better pipe down
Alphabyte a legend hell end the legacy right now
Take a fuckin bullet and hammer it in your skull proud
Diggin out the pieces up out of me fragments whole found
Jagged but their covered with blood and i think it seems fair
Fuck it its a thriller Im lettin loose like the seams teared
Challengin the game man to tell the truth but they aint dare
Seekin out an enemy try to hide and they say prayers
Maybe im Mufasa methodical modern main man
Fuck it been a problem i been a maniac cant care
Suffer when i sit in the silence the sound it stays there
Slowly when i slither i salivate over bass snares
Steady with the static i stayed an addict this blank stares
Comin from a savage im far from average
A place where I can bleed outside on a mic and inside of bytes lair
Tynans not a person hes hardly human wont play fair
Kickin back both of my feet up and Im in satans chair
And maybe thats a problem for me
20 hours down and I need 48 added for me
Anxious pal you cant afford it tasty sound of foul and gory
Safe to say derangement is the state of mind no allegory
Fuck it have i mentioned i met with legends that say their rockin with my music
Ill pop in to see if they care
Shocked at what the view is the opportunity aint there
Kinda like the top of my head you can see there aint hair
Biddy been a bastard phonetic craft is a source magic
Aint no skimmin passed or ignoring facts that i got it mastered
Say it with a fashion to understand what i spit is classic
Aint no body active they bubble wrapped and their stored in package
Bored up in my class aint no torch to pass
The distorted patterns warpin what i craft
Then record it back and its sorta tragic
Wouldnt call it rap my disorder scratches like torn up fabric
Watch em crawlin back they around the corner
Theyre quick to follow rappers tryna chase me
But cant replace what i sprayed with hollows
Bodied any feature is probably the reason pride is swallowed
Godly with the flow like Poseidon Ill drown you slow in sorrow
Maybe theres a storm for tomorrow
I highly doubt youll see it
Been a couple years but them doubters I feel them breathin
Surrounded like Im impeded not down for the count defeated
Devoured that coward feelin rerouted that sound appealin
Every bullets bloody maybe this caliber wasnt needed
Reach down for the flower seeded
The sound of a crowd proceeded
The louder the pound the beat is gets rowdier howd they breed em
Alive they when found em breathin
Survivin a fight with demons
This final breech the surface societies final reason
Written by: Tynan Thomas David Austin

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