Cold Math is a ledger you can feel in your ribs: tracks where melodic rap carries the hard arithmetic of survival, and blues pours the emotion that numbers can’t hold. The album lives in that split-second math of the street—rent due, phone dead, hunger loud—where every choice has interest and every mistake compounds. Over sirens, neon, and concrete sermons, the hooks arrive like oxygen: not pretty, not polite, but honest enough to keep the chest moving. This is music about being “boxed in, cornered by design,” and still finding a way to stand ten toes down without turning your soul into spare change.

But the “cold” in Cold Math isn’t just the world—it’s the clarity you earn when you stop bargaining with reality. Across these songs, the narrator evolves from counting losses to balancing the ledger: looking around at a pixelated life, owning contradictions, cutting doubt out like a bad wire, and building a ladder out of the void one bar at a time. The blues shows up as bruised tenderness under the grit; the rap shows up as precision and nerve—proof that persistence isn’t flex culture, it’s breathwork. If there’s a thesis here, it’s simple and relentless: not survival of the fittest—just the struggle for existence, and the refusal to be erased.

You Live Once (East Side)

💤it wont stop💤 #LilHeartz
      Prod. Fijin

Lyrics:

Somebody help, I think I'm goin' to hell
I was tryna submit the peace wit a demon in cell
I'm a ghost in my town, but I'm known everywhere else
When they see me, they callin' Scaffide
WC
You always see me in the V
Wit my long ass hair prolly up in a beanie
Got a bad reputation on me
All I ever wanted to feel free

Now I'm stuck here countin' cheese
Ridin' 120 on the freeway
Ay, would you come ride with me?
Got a long way to go, everybody's dead to me
Maybe not you, definitely me

My mind died a long time ago, been just waitin' for my body to cease
What if I took sum xan lexapro, that'll surely maybe put me to sleep
I'm gonna nod everyday till I'm old, maybe one day I will make it 2 weeks
It never stops, so stop playin' these hoes
If you want sum wok then come match wit me

Somebody help, I think I'm goin' to hell
I was tryna submit the peace wit a demon in cell
I'm a ghost in my town, but I'm known everywhere else
When they see me, they callin' Scaffide
WC
You always see me in the V
Wit my long ass hair prolly up in a beanie
Got a bad reputation on me
All I ever wanted to feel free

it wont stop

this album is a collection of all of my unreleased,unfinished, And incomplete Songs And Ideas

Breathe Prod: Autrioly

MOMENT

I Know

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Ozai comes in with a bang with his latest release, 'The Ozai EP' with a range of new sounds over Grime and Rock instrumentation. Focussing on powerful lyrics and flow schemes, Ozai showcases a variety of his styles on this EP.

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few demos from the vault - unfinished shit i never put out

don't care if no one listens i wanna have them on soundcloud.

<3 videos soon music later 86 86 86

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