Norman Kill

born from the shadows of the concrete, raised where street gospel meets dark Saturn skies. Hood-goth lyricist blending bass-heavy trap with occult aesthetics, raw pain, and night-washed swagger. Inspired by sleepless blocks, broken halos, and the sound of struggle echoing through the void. His music hits like incense smoke in a trap house — heavy, spiritual, and dangerously real. No industry polish, just underground sin and survival. Affiliated in style with the dark distortion of Playboi Carti and the industrial nihilism of Ghostemane, delivered over the ruthless 808 pulse of modern trap. Tracks built for night drives, abandoned churches, and project rooftops. Everything he drops stays independent like the raw grind of Griselda — unfiltered, unseen, and unforgettable.