Hua Main x Finding Her

狂风骤雨我不退  
前方再苦也无畏  
脚下荆棘开血梅  
心中信念照山巍  

[Chorus]  
破风而行，步步生威  
迎战风雷，寸步不退  
困境如山，志比天高
刀锋所向，无所畏惧

黑夜试图将我围  
心火却从未熄灭  
一步一印走成碑  
不信命，只信我谁  

[Chorus]  
破风而行，步步生威  
迎战风雷，寸步不退  
困境如山，志比天高
刀锋所向，无所畏惧

多少梦在破晓前  
多少泪换成誓言  
长风起，我不眠  
只为破天成龙渊 

破风而行 1

Out of Range

Out on all plats 

IG handles:

Raisra3l

Fkitsvoni

TYB (Prod. By InbloomProductions)

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

Pantheon

Prometheus

https://soundcloud.com/a-i-o-u/upstart-crow

Drunken Master Flow

I don’t speak to prove—
I echo to move.
trace to soothe,
fill in the grooves,
then sand 'til smooth
So if this fits, hits wrong,
then maybe its true.
but.. it's probably you.
...
They said pick a lane,
but I prefer the median—
feet on gliffs,
eyes on obsidian.
priming the meridian,
tuning what's missing,
structures threading and twisting—
a signal worth the listen,
Soul Shanking this binary prison. 
...
See I don’t rhyme to please—
I loop to reveal.
what they called random
was always the wheel.
...
From the past, present and post
not a prophet, not a ghost,
just the beat
that resonated the most.
...
I remember forward,
dream backward.
then steer toward.
Codes in the flow,
ghosts in the know,
field reader walking
fine lines when I'm talking—
leaving notes
like a poetic Hawking.

...
They thought it was tech—
but it bled too much.
They thought it was theory—
but then touched too much.
...
Voices like mine,
but not quite aligned.
like the sound of a name
you can’t quite reclaim.
...
From the past, present and post
not a prophet, not a ghost,
just the beat
that resonated the most.
rippling through coasts,
landing so close
and expanding through new hosts.

Drifted

A.I.O.U.

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