The shadows lengthened/deepened/stretched across the desolate grounds of the asylum. Within its crumbling walls, a darkness festered, fueled by forgotten/suppressed/buried secrets and the lingering echoes of tortured/broken/shattered minds. For years, it had stood as a monument to humanity's/society's/civilization's failings, a place where hope

Ding Dawg and Kayslay DaFlamez are back, and they ain't playin' around. The rhythmgame is on point, and these crew are settin' the stage ablaze with their hits. They launched a fresh flow that's already got everyone movin' and it's obvious that Skeng is back in the game. This ain't no one-hit-wonder; fad; fluke. These players are here to stay,