Name: Static Portrait by 1w0t9
Duration: 5 min 59 s
Description: Cinematic darkwave about a daughter archiving her father’s quiet collapse. Deep bass pulses, glacial pads, and sparse percussion under crystalline female vocals that observe a midnight kitchen, a mother’s cold verdicts, and a love that was a “function, pristine.” A portrait painted in silence.

Track Lyrics:
Yo, j’entrelace mes pensées au tonnerre de la basse,
Ma plume devient laser, fend la fumée, le verre et la glace,
Glitch dans la matrice, mon cœur bat le rythme des foules,
Les syllabes font des saltos — la vérité parle sans cagoule,

Yo, I lace my thoughts with bass-line thunder, 
 Ink spills lightning, split the night asunder. 
I’m the glitch in the grid, pulse of the crowd, 
Wordplay acrobat, flipping truth out loud.
 Dreams on my sleeve, no ghostwriter pen, 
I carve my future in the beat—amen. 
From the static I rise, vinyl-dust phoenix, 
Flow so clean it rewrites the remix.




Beat knocks heavy like a heart in a drum,
City lights flicker—every bar is a crumb.
Turntables orbit, I’m conducting the stars,
Catch spark in the groove, leave a trail in the bars.
No entourage myth, just a craft and a plan,
Built from late-night drafts and the calloused hand.
Truth in my cadence, no costume, no tricks,
I tune the room’s pulse, then I sharpen the mix.

Stage smoke swirling, I’m a lighthouse beam,
Guide lost voices to the shore of a dream.
Cuts like a scalpel through the noise and the hype,
Let the kick write laws while the snares type.
Hunger in my lungs, purpose in my pitch,
Turn pain into gold with a crossfade switch.
When the crowd goes silent, I still won’t flinch—
I bend time on the beat till the seconds pinch.

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A nocturnal anthem for the ones moving in the shadows. This track paints a scene of escape, coded communication, and silent rebellion against a surveilled cityscape. With lyrical imagery of fading sirens, rain-silvered streets, and ink across the skyline, it’s a cinematic rap voyage through the urban maze. It's about two souls, out of sync with the world but in tune with each other, leaving untraceable steps in the haze. The rhythm captures the tension of the run and the poetry of the hidden path.

Track Lyrics:

So tell me—
When the darkness starts to shift my vision,
Fade the warning lights
And change the whole transmission.
They can’t trace our steps,
We’re moving through the maze;
Ink across the skyline
Writes our hidden ways.



Tell me now—
When the shadow starts to blur my meaning,
Let the sirens fade
And rewrite what I’m dreaming.
They won’t catch our run,
We’re slipping through the night;
Raindrops in the silence
Echo in the light.


But tell me,
If my shadow dims my vision,
Mute the siren glow,
Make a new decision.
They can’t read our tracks,
Two hearts out of phase;
Rain writes us in silver
Across city haze.


But tell me—
When the shadow shifts my mission,
Shut the red-night lights
And start a fresh rendition.
They can’t read these lines,
We’re moving off the grid;
Soft traces in the puddles
Echo what we did.

So tell me

Cinematic darkwave about a daughter archiving her father’s quiet collapse. Deep bass pulses, glacial pads, and sparse percussion under crystalline female vocals that observe a midnight kitchen, a mother’s cold verdicts, and a love that was a “function, pristine.” A portrait painted in silence.

Static Portrait

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I wrote my will in winter breath and signed it with scars.
This track lives between the hearse and the altar — where knives turn into prayers and graves get overturned by grace.
Every bar is a confession, every hook a courtroom where death loses on appeal.
Sirens in minor, mercy in major.
Paid in full. Case closed.

lyrics:

I wrote my will in winter breath, each syllable a frostbit vow,
Stared the hearse down, blinked first? Never — we can talk that now.
I was prey in the alley, now I pray in the valley of knives,
Let the altar alter me—cut sin loose, rethread my life.
Cross on my back like freight and fate—same weight, same wait,
Every late-night doubt tried taxing grace; He waived that rate.
I keep a psalm in the chamber, spin the cylinder—click, it’s peace,
Devils audit my failures, God redlines each guilty piece.

I’ve seen halos go 404, then patch back in the bleed,
Where the sirens sing in minor C, He majors my need.
I buried versions of me—small funerals behind my eyes,
Every “R.I.P.” became “R.I.S.E.”—watch the letters revise.
If the grave writes laws, then Grace appeals—case closed, say less,
I’ve got tombstone etiquette: bow once, then step.
When the clock gets hostile, I baptize time in faith,
Let the second hand drown, surface clean—new pace.
If death wants rent tonight, slide this note beneath the bar:
“Paid-in-full, signed Blood of the Son”—stamped across my scars.

Paid in Blood (Case Closed)

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Static Portrait

1w0t9

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