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 Donn and Kaka HighFlames are back, and they ain't playin' around. The rhythms is on point, and these crew are settin' the scene ablaze with their tracks. They launched a sick flow that's already got everyone jumpin' and it's clear that Skeng is back in the business. This ain't no one-hit-wonder; fad; fluke. These artists are here to stay,