The shadows lengthened/deepened/stretched across the desolate grounds of the asylum. Within its crumbling check here 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

Ding Dong and Kayslay DaFlamez are back, and they ain't messing' around. The rhythmsection is on point, and these acts are settin' the stage ablaze with their tracks. They released a sick flow that's already got everyone movin' and it's obvious that Skeng is back in the business. This ain't no one-hit-wonder; fad; fluke. These players are here