Scorched Paths
They tracks are the rage of a recent fire. The earth is blackened, and fallen trees lie as grim reminders. The air smells the aroma of burned wood. Take heed of these paths, for hazard still lies within. Droppin'/Pumpin'/Flippin' Beats This Week get more info This week is lit/going wild/stacked with fresh tracks. We've got bangers/slammers/fire