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Ch-check it. New music from our fam DJ Nykon. as he brings in “Simple Thoughts” on a dark horrocore vibe featuring THNDRTHF 💥

THNDRTHF – Posting While High (New Release) After going off of the grid for a few years, THNDRTHF has returned in a big way with his latest release, 

THNDRTHF – “Above Da Rim (Never Had A Good Time Breathin) 3” I'll be honest, I was in denial, but apparently this isn't a joke after all.

posting while high

Life just gets weirder and more awesome as I get older.

Used to live in cali now livin out in brooklyn Some someones on my trail wasn't sure hut had to shook em Bitches lookin tasty so I racked it up and cooked em It'll be the aftermath I gotta lotta bushes Ain't sure what I'm mean I'm like a hacker out in bushwick Skateboarding samurai cowboy cookbook Why the fuck you think I need to freeze and walk to work put One foot is in front of other foot but now my footwork Gets confused with talking crip walk till my foot hurts Walkin like a dog to the butcher shop for bookwork Throwin up the blood b but not because I mean to Cuz anything you throw up with your hands has a meaning Anybody got a problem think I'm spittin diss tracks Kiss my feet and maybe I'll consider givin all your dreams back If you hit the lotto then you better pay me back quick For all the times you lost your mind I returned your theme tracks Play me on the radio but only late at night If you censor any lyrycs mothers suffer take a bite I will run you undercover like some dust under a rug then And take enough drugs to pay your underfunded drug den Gone like jimmy hoffa when the mafioso gotcha Check your mail often how the cops usually pop ya You're following the piper siren straight on to rikers To get raped by bikers, extortionists and lifers Proportionate to tigers compared to stegasaurus Like your skeletal remains when they're stacked in the forest Oil barrels filled with lots of benjimens and 50s Buried in the desert in toyotas from the 60s Its bout time i spark this thousand pounds at harvest I will come in second give a fuck if silvers tarnish If you find a treasuremap you follow it regardless Consequences pale next to demons deadly carcass Turn into a signal I'm uploaded to the mainframe In my brain White rivers drain into bright white stains Light slivers night shivers flight like flames What the fuck were you thinking this is fight night pain & Now I'm off the page so I be comin off the top then Everybody run around like they be cockin shotguns But they ain't got anything bigger than they own devotchka * A copy of the bitch magazine from last yeaah And Evereybody tink I'm sounded like a rasta Livin near west indians and guyanesian mafia If you gotta stop inside the octagon then block ya It'll drop ya like the knockers on a blonde who sauced ya Everybody wanna drive around like they got drop tops But they ain't even got a fuckin bike with tires popped naw I be comin off the top like kurosawas top knot Samurai sword tickin down like a stop watch And you can time me with your motherfuckin clock But I will never stop until the octogon is locked. Till the octogon is locked I will never stop x2 So who the fuck you think is rollin I be stylin out in brooklyn Thought you had me shook you was thinkin you was crooks then But it ain't a problem I be rollin with a fat clique And anybody wanna fuck around can get a fat dick That's right bendejos you hurt me through halo But ain't no mistake that I'm way past your payload Jaylo

 xX//

I can not wait to release this song (and the entire Gemini Season project) properly this Summer...soon come tho xX//