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THROUGH THE BLINDS
Hip-Hop/Rap
THROUGH THE BLINDS was released on May 28, 2026 by death dream as a part of the album SEEKER
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AlbumSEEKER
Release DateMay 28, 2026
Labeldeath dream
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
antiyono
antiyono
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Astonio Sumang
Astonio Sumang
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
antiyono
antiyono
Producer

Lyrics

Red splash on linoleum, no controlling him
Pushing more product with no dose of petroleum
No need for the fuse to catch me blowing up
There ain't no spectator sport, if I'm showing up
(Summer Olympic 1996)
Fuck your writtens, I've been busy spilling the fullest cup
You pussys stay hating cause you know that I'm the biggest cunt
It's the black Tom Cruise and I do my own stunts
You don't get a piece of the pie, we taking every last crumb
You are now under my control and I'm taking over
Thirty degrees Celsius, I'm used to the cold shoulder
Shiver, bbr, we gon' ice you out when it's nice out
Let him thaw, lights, camera, action, then it's lights out
Que manda, you know I shake shit like maracas
Kinda hate you bitch ass **** for being así semana
(Puto)
And I blast on IDF, I don't gaf
Fuck you bitch ass zionist pigs
I hope you rest in piss
So I hope you keep blocking the Strait of Hormuz
Cause we ain't saying shit before we let these fucking bullets loose
Surprise bitch we at your doorstep
So when we pull up, you better come out or we killing more reps
Paranoid schizophrenic
Peaking out through the blinds
Pack your bags, 'cause we putting your life up on the line
And when the lights go out, you know it's dinner time
Digging all these graves works up an appetite
Paranoid schizophrenic
Peaking out through the blinds
Pack your bags, 'cause we putting your life up on the line
And when the lights go out, you know it's dinner time
Digging all these graves works up an appetite
Bitch I'm pressed
Trying to break the bank with a bounced check
Beelzebub
The way I rule from the depths
Not another step
Ye who enter must save those that never left
What a burden
Bow to the cannon fodder, then it's curtains
How am I the bad guy
If god allowed the birth of a serpent
In the garden of good, and he was certain
Certainly, they were perfect
Does your god love when you kill his vermin
And you're going to heaven
Are you certain
And he condemns the rest after a sermon
How perfect
I guess it's all figured out
While a man in the sky listens proud
To the words of a man he ignores in a crowd
And he's all grown up to scream aloud
How he's nurtured the seed of self-doubt
And came from the almighty ground
I wish god would come down to see his clowns
I wish god would come down to see his clowns
Yeah
Written by: Astonio Sumang
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