SECRETS

MY BEST FRIEND(remix'd)

BROKE(remix)

Beat in the style of 1988 Political Hardcore Rap. Rough and uncompromising!

They Can't Stop Us [LoFi Public Enemy Type Beat / Free for non-commercial use]

Anderson Pak J.Cole Big K.R.I.T Type beat

NoLove Prod by Track

I Might Be - Noah Edwards (Original Mix)

Night Jam

Endeavors Over East

"Old School Funk" with that Roger, The Time, and of course Phunkplayah influence / Property of IGB-Ent. exclusively

JUST WANNA TELL U SOMETHING

You wanted wild...

Lick the sweat from my collar to my chain
Every step’s a promise, every stare’s a claim
You flinch, I grin. Your fear tastes right
Pressure in my palm, got your throat held tight
No music break, just a breath you miss
Take what’s mine, ‘til you cum from this
Pulse in your jaw, knees getting weak
I’m the show, the urge, and the name you don’t speak

Back arched, breath stalled, hands don’t shake
Every inch I take, I make her break
She say “thank you” with each inch deeper
Like I’m the prayer and she’s the preacher

Final Strip, No Mercy
Strap snap. Drag it down my thighs
Bassline growlin’ while you beg with your eyes
Mirror on the floor, watch your breath get checked
Eyes roll back when I’m on your neck
Last piece drops, I don’t serve, I take
Grip locked tight. No safe word saved

She crawl to the beat, spine curved like fate
I spit commands. She don’t hesitate
Fingertips trace what the light can’t find
Got her sayin’ “yours” before I claim her mine
Bent at the waist with my name in her teeth
Every breath she takes is permission from me

Won’t move ‘til I say so
Won’t breathe ‘til I let go
You wanted wild. Now lose control.
Look at me when you lose your soul.

Strip everything, drag it down my thighs
Bassline low... just your breath and mine
Mirror on the floor... your face gone blank
Eyes roll back when I tighten the rank.

Slide down slow, lips trace your spine
Every tremble’s proof this body’s mine
You begged “please,” soft and slow
I pulled you close, said “not 'til I say so”
Eyes glazed soft, still asking for more
So I feed you rhythm right on the floor
Not pain, not fear. Just ache that’s earned
Where you forget your name, but my touch is learned

Strap loose now, marks down my thighs
Your lips still part, but you don’t ask why
Mirror on the floor, breath barely there
Neck still red from the grip I wear
Last piece gone, I didn’t serve, I claimed
No safe word needed…
You already came

Final Strip

Sunday

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