Shit Talkin (Frost Remix)
melancholic underground lo-fi witch-hop with hazy cassette-warped synths and saturated detuned pads, soft emotional female vocals with airy stacked harmonies and clear upfront presence, melancholic darkwave tension and haunting minor-key motifs, filtered analog-style keys layered with frosted bell tones, dusty vinyl crackle woven into the groove, modern trap drums with tight snapping hi-hats and deep blooming 808 swells, slow hypnotic swing with a relaxed laid-back pocket, cinematic reverb tails smearing into a wide cold background, nighttime city ambience with distant engine rumble and vivid neon buzz, intricate percussive details and frost-bitten sound design stutters, warped frozen-texture samples melting in and out of the stereo field, wide spacious ambient breakdowns and intimate underground aesthetic with polished yet grainy modern production sheen
Shit Talkin (Frost Remix)
melancholic underground lo-fi witch-hop with hazy cassette-warped synths and saturated detuned pads, soft emotional female vocals with airy stacked harmonies and clear upfront presence, melancholic darkwave tension and haunting minor-key motifs, filtered analog-style keys layered with frosted bell tones, dusty vinyl crackle woven into the groove, modern trap drums with tight snapping hi-hats and deep blooming 808 swells, slow hypnotic swing with a relaxed laid-back pocket, cinematic reverb tails smearing into a wide cold background, nighttime city ambience with distant engine rumble and vivid neon buzz, intricate percussive details and frost-bitten sound design stutters, warped frozen-texture samples melting in and out of the stereo field, wide spacious ambient breakdowns and intimate underground aesthetic with polished yet grainy modern production sheen
Lyrics
shit talkin
love in the booth and im back on that dumb shit
talkin that raw mouth reckless i run it
ain’t no filter in the system i dump it
if you talk sideways i turn it to nothin
i grew up in the grime where the sun dont visit
where the dreams get choked and the hope go missin
so i talk like a threat when i step in the rhythm
every line like a blade when i split through the prison
shit talkin yeah i do that fluent
ain’t no cute ass talkin im ruin
every beat i abuse it i chew it
spit it back out polluted and bloomin
i dont care bout approval or views man
i care bout the truth in the bruise man
every bar got a scar when i move it
every sentence feel like a nuisance to human
i been broke i been ghost in the system
now my voice like a riot in rhythm
they be hatin but secretly listen
cause the pain in my tone got a mission
shit talkin but it sound like scripture
if you really been down then you get the picture
i been starin at nothing but mirrors
seein demons that talk in the distance
love dont sugarcoat nothin im vicious
every word got weight and it’s hittin
if you fake in my space then i ditch it
ain’t no room for the weak in the business
i spit grime i spit rage i spit real life
every verse like a cut that dont heal right
if you sleep on the grind better feel life
cause the street talk back when it feel like
shit talkin till the mic start smokin
every track that i touch get broken
i dont pray i just aim and i focus
leave the booth in a state of erosion
Love