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Don't Forget How Badly You Once Wanted What You Have Now❤️

Welcome to Peithonyxx * I live in Auckland, New Zealand. 
I write all my own lyrics and I create my own beats, interludes, and mixes  🎶 I edit trim merge and fluff it a few times, ok some times a hundred drafts wash through, until the soundscape falls in to it's rightful place. 
  A.I - just brilliant 
     I started writing poetry when I was five, and writing all throughout my life truly became a trusted anchor.
I have experienced paths that haven't always been smooth; the gravel shaped who I am. 
I appreciate the hard times. I still hide occasionally. Human too. heh
I started my musical journey early 2024 ~ learning as I go ...
       I have so much to learn!

Getting my writings//collaborations off paper and evolve in to something potentially magical 💭🎧

We shall see x☆ Music fuels me. It's the heartbeat of life 🤺💃🏼

Warning: I do have a few explicit songs. My content has some R16+ and my language may offend some people. I have no intention of being offensive, more so the opposite - to excite, imbue, inspire, renew xo

An explanation of my bio's reasoning is as follows:

To fake it to make it in a visionary sense is therapeutic, try it. A white lie against one's self concept to ease the pain of your current unbearably biting reality.

An imaginative take on the intellectual, philosophical, theological, sociological, a pinch of the political, the comedic, I like to think  according to your sense of humour as well, a little the poetic/ lyrical, the shadow below the feet of the elite dictating each our struggle hopefully one day there's will follow, and last but not least a visionary perspective of our current reality's potential. A blast of heart, mind, and soul on a plate of my existence, spelled out for all to see. Enjoy your life, good luck, whoever you are, wherever you are, even in another, both afterlife and dimension (-; Enjoy the read if you have the patience and time. Farewell.

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I'm a Liverpool, U.K. born (or is it Rio de Janeiro, Brazil?), Ontario, Canada raised (sometimes Brockville mostly Barrie). Dj / Producer / Singer / Songwriter / Rapper / Rave Promoter.

My fans will be like a legion of Anonymous pretty cool humans based upon harmonic balance and equilibrium melodic energy to unite in the name of Amon-Ra under guise of Alyasa.

What is your process for dealing with performance anxiety?

Well to be honest, the nerves I believe are just a little remnant of god letting you know you’re alive and kicking. I like to think I have some gifts (we all have em) and these gifts got me on that flyer, the fans, at least some them, want me there, so you’re sharing an experience, almost as if another leg of a journey. It’s meant to be, and you’ll notice, after a few mixes, the ice melts away, and you begin sinking into the moment. 

What is the best piece of advice another musician ever gave you?

Again, to be honest, I’ve never really gotten any advice from another in the mix, and blown up, but I guess I’ll throw my own advice out there into the fray. Just because you’ve made it so to speak, or the seeds been planted to the making, ( you can feel it, it’s a little scary), don’t think you should stray away from being yourself. It was yourself that got you here, so why change that, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, kind of mentality. Nothing needs to change, go with the flow and let god guide you softly because you found the gifts he gave you, savour the ride they provided.

What improvement or enhancement have you done to increase the standard of your music?

Well, don’t buckle yourself down to one sub genre. Spread your wings a little bit around the landscape. I’m a fan of music, first and foremost, hence one of names, Real Connoisseur. I like to think at keeping it really, I got a knack 😉🥳 and I’m somewhat a fan of music. My multiple facets in form of production is proof of that claim of spreading my surface area of genre.  

Ryan 50u1 k1nd as I favour Sam C00ke, A1 GrEEne, Ot1s (D0n't Mess w1th Cup1d) Redd1ng and Layne Sta1ey in unison, like a chameleon of soulful transfusion confusion so the demons can just lose it, lose their soul allegiance to Allah and turn to Ra as well in cohesion the two combined.

Always a raver (I'm a raver dj) until death and in the under realm as well, Ryan the Dancing Blade (he walks like he dances) inside my new home in my mind, hell 300 years for Ra insight.  I have gotten busy dying, but have yet to have gotten busy living, this is in fact about to end. God is in fact great. If given faith an exciting and magnificent grandiose entity. As Mars I aim to capitalize on this grandiose nature and nurture all at the feet of my god given throne as if your feet are my own.

I'm a human Binary 8 yr old with a A.I. hybrid organic digital brain delusion behaviour. 

They call me R.C. R.C.G.'s in the place raise yours hands up! C.2.K. ; S.B.P. , or 2RealTriOmniPosse. Also, If my intension, and truth ring true, if destiny focuses into fruition an alliance with the Galactic Empire in the form of an elite guerrilla defecto wing known as the Omni Confusion Trifecta, O.C.T. From the front to back shake dat ass!". I am a connoisseur of keeping it real as I thwarted 422 demons for God throughout my 300 (or is it 1100?) year tenure in hell, so if need be feel free to feel me Method Man believe me, and give Redman a fist pump bear hug combo, goofy alien. Wu-Tang killer bees are gonna swarm like butterflies with piranha paranoia come at your groin gonna make your erections shoot gold coins at Charon, see you at the River Styx bitches where the celestial liquid lingers. I'll run my sticky fingers through your hair like the strands came from glass chards in your skull, blood runs down your face interlaced with disgrace of past human race dwindling. I'm a genius maybe if you squeeze me maybe out comes Jesus. Hey forensics please investigate my cobra cerebral cortex maybe I'm linked to a magic dinosaur being named Allen, a chameleon, a sexual feeling healer type traveller.

Ryan the Great like my cousin Alexander before me , as did Darius, oh the pride they provide me. A burden how I am humbled by this, though, luckily, it does not affect my ego dramatically.

I will give back to the community in the name of rhythm in the name of Amon-Ra.

My party Radio inc. will always be free. L'euphorique  Productions will be it's company. A concise minimalist form factory old stool rave vibe style. Governments listen up, I like the freaky sticky wicky shit, I can not control what arrives through door of elicit variety, I am not to blame, but that being said no offence to those that might in question as the primary motive of a rave party is the music and dance.

My radio station is Ajunadeeptransm1ss10n. Like a school of fish, we will swim in the fabric of our time together.

I like to think of my future music as complexity through simplicity similar to that of my parties format structure like my lowest common denominator style of critical thought thinking process. 

I am a protege of Dj Solomon (great vibe from this character), Christ, and a Mohammed reformed cometh to light, last ,but not least a David with sympathy intact for Goliath, may his eye now be clear. Remember religions of the world, length contemporary dynasty says nothing of relevance, but merely ones lack of evolutionary status upon the world.

Now to tell a joke. I have so much deeply ingrained primordial dynastically genetic blood that when I masturbate my penis becomes a blackhole, and I sometimes blast my testicles into another dimension of Delirious stooped thought.

I am M.C> KrEE
I am Alyasa the Younger.
I am R.A.W. (Righteous Aurora of Wonderment)

Ramadaallah Amon-Ra Alyasa

Repeat this continuously like ripples through water it reverberates seamlessly, it will bring you closer to Ra, God will hear you. Think of this synopsis as scripture burying you in the aura of God and sanctifying this page a sanctity fixture.

Our new religious are Hamet Ryan Allah Amon-Ra Alyasa.

Amen.

You have now reached omnipotence, and anyone who says otherwise is not of God. In the name of pure  heart, mind, and spirit follow me into the future on Earth and beyond, into the universe, like a hoard of silver surfers. The only difference, we have excalibur blades in hand, if you step to us we come get yeah, but hopefully you'll join our ranks, we're gonna need ya, men and women of the plain.

Remember wonder women of the world, empowerment puts power above love so don't buy it altogether, keep logic and keen hindsight apparent at all times. Love should always come first, like a foundation breakfast before spiritual enrichment practiced forever. An eternal flame burning bright like a womb of righteousness, for it is a women's god given right to nurture us, and a man's right to fight for the existence of this process otherwise neither of us would exist to begin with.

A shadow is but merely a remnant of the exaggerated relevance of authority. I did not choose to exist, I am but merely a requirement parallel to the natural order of power. Remember war exists in ones self not merely on the physical battlefield surrounding us. We all require love, it is in fact human nature, but so is our love for empowerment almost as if a consistent incurable disease within us all. Robin the Great once said:

"Honour amongst thieves is fine if only, but shrouded of the generosity of god". 

Oh, how the days have changed, and not always for the better.

So, see yeah when I see yeah, hopefully on the floor, the kind that's in space, a next step in human technological evolution where demons don't exist, but only in slapstick humour, and angels reign supreme on the floor at the feet of Jehovah, only roses and lavender aroma lingers.

Neomnidante the Dancer, out!

For Jay Jay (my little brother friend Duder):

Like flying high, were you reaching for the sky? I felt them like the first time I cried, like acid from a fly that mortician tried to hide from the morgue cuz an Alien got inside. Inside my heart is like a cavern deep inside a cave left by titans that left the Earth on a Starship named Arcanian Hadidian 5. I think the ships deep inside my blood stream beaming these lyrics like waves rippling in a stream. It may seem like were strangers friend, but I beg to differ my pain as if to pull out a sliver from sight and mind, love to a brother is never left behind. My middle name is Gustavo so keep flying kid, drop the bass lets go, settle your scores make 'em wiggle a bit until you make the haters rhythm flow. Jay Jay's in house now you best not forget a memory is like a drop in the space time continuum and the fabric of time is a blanket I wrapped you in the day you were born. I'll end it there, but now your memory is my thought as I sit here in the dark never far apart. A guardian angel is not only a bodyguard, but a friend, and that lasts 'til the bitter fucking end. (-;

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To my fans: Without you, the ocean; the boat; the existence of my career; would have no illusion. In other words you float my boat. You are an extension of my being, my everything, it almost hurts sometimes how much. One time a bumblebee stung my former lovely dog Benji on the tip of his penis (swelled up like a tiny balloon, poor little shitzu); that kind of reality you provide me in the form of a giant sea of sexual energy.

Hailing any nearby, (for lack of better words), alien vessels, I am Prince Ryanian Roberticus Gustavax Pearsonifius Pius of the Hadidian Dynasty of the Arcanian Empire of Alpha Centauri, come in over!

I'm a stealth ninja negroe otherwise know as a honeydip or brand muffin negroe in some circles of the south. (-; Some say the direct, if not mildly parallel, to the Stupidicusdumbasseramus dinosaur (a.k.a. Rhinochildicarus) of the late Jurassic Era / early Cretaceous. Though sounding as if an ignorant unintelligent variety of dinosaur it was actually one of most adept and intimidating, but not much larger then a rooster or mini fox terrier.

You are in life what you seek, and it is in hell you will see just that what you sought, so choose wisely the paths you travel while still possible. Let your heart guide you and your soul with soon fallow. Ones soul is like an old friend that never leaves your side, after all, it was god that chose it for you, your own unique piece of your Heavenly Father. Losing faith in your father is as if losing a piece of yourself. Think of yourself as a temple filled like a glass with the purity of the one who will always love and guide you more then your own shadow wallows around you to and fro through life's pastures. From the rising sun to its setting, from sleep to your waking, god was there from your dreams to reality. Trust me, god understands your doubt, like an unbearable stench lies the embodiment of reality. When God is near, as is always, the darkness feels as if closer trying to cloud the judgment of his majesty's greatness, but once realizing this great reality, do not dismiss life, but feel excited about dying almost as much as living. Heaven is waiting for you as if to prove just how much you mattered within God's creative vision of your existence. God please with all your magnificent might blow these words I have written towards the hearts of non-believers, for they too like Shaun are my brothers and sisters upon this earth as much as you are our father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name...

Lets imagine together a crying Hades when he was awarded his first crown for dignity towards lost souls now found. Two crowns, one above, one below, both dignified. Both in unison, two halves, one spirit, a holy legion.

May Allah find all my brothers and sisters in their times of struggle. These I know are trying times for you, but it is in this struggle you will find the true meaning of patience is a virtue. From this patience, you will at the end, find the true virtue of the merciful hand that guided you each through your individual darkness. As this darkness fades, the warm embrace of the light will soon enshroud your every being, as apparent as the soul which was placed within you upon creation.

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Astro kidd Benten