Scorched Paths
They tracks are the rage of a wild fire. The ground is blackened, and burnt trees lie as grim reminders. The air is thick the aroma of burned wood. Take heed of these paths, for hazard still lurks within. Droppin'/Pumpin'/Flippin' Beats This Week This week is lit/going wild/stacked with fresh tracks. We've got bangers/slammers/fire coming from