Smooth Mix Fall 25

Paradise

WHY YOU NIGGAS GOTTA HATE ON ME

Artist- TheCinqueMani · Song- On The Way

All I'd Ever Know

Head Over Heels

Mess Me Up Again

PILOT

This Blunt Knows My Story - Nick Hustles

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Nick Hustles - Im Letting Go Of The Bullshit

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Nick Hustle - Me And Myself

Genre: Epic conscious rap / ancient-future hip hop
Mood: Reverent, defiant, awakening
Tempo: Slow burn with cinematic build
Style: Lyrical storytelling with hook-driven impact

Description:
“Gold to Dust” opens the trilogy like a prophecy unearthed. With a tone both reverent and raw, the track resurrects the legacy of Babylon’s forgotten kings, wise rulers once celebrated, now buried beneath centuries of slander and smoke. Over a haunting beat laced with ancient textures and slow, thunderous drums, the verse unfolds a poetic excavation of power, memory, and distortion.

From whispered intros to hooks that chant like a ritual, this track doesn't rage, it remembers. It holds space for the truth long obscured, turning every bar into a brushstroke that paints dignity back onto erased faces. It’s not just music, it’s reclamation in rhythm.

This is where the story begins:
In dust, but not defeated.

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Gold to Dust

Track 2: “Whispers in Sand”

Genre: Lyrical desert cipher / truth-rap
Mood: Exposing, wounded, unwavering
Tempo: Mid-slow, with poetic drive
Style: No intro, no hook, just revelation in motion

Description:
“Whispers in Sand” is a lyrical excavation, direct, unfiltered, and unforgiving. It abandons conventional structure to move like a sandstorm of truths long buried. Where the first track was reverent and rhythmic, this one is urgent and unrelenting, spoken like a curse lifted or a veil torn away.

Each verse slices through the fog of propaganda, exposing how ancient kings were rewritten as monsters to justify conquest. It’s not just a callout, it’s a historical indictment, delivered in couplets that bleed with bitterness and memory.

With no hook to comfort, and no intro to ease in, this track feels like truth breaking through the silence, deliberate, sharp, and painfully clear. The refrain mid-way serves as the only oasis, a whispered chant that lingers like heat in the bones.

This is the voice beneath the dust.
The sound of history refusing to stay erased.

Whispers in Sand

Crown of Silence

Genre: Meditative conscious rap / spoken-word hip hop
Mood: Reflective, solemn, wise
Tempo: Slow, minimal, spacious
Style: Verse–Reflection–Verse–Bridge–Spoken Outro

Description:
Crown of Silence is the closing meditation of the saga so far, the point where the fire and shadows settle into stillness, and the deeper truth emerges. Unlike the anthemic energy of Tablets of Fire or the heavy indictment of “Shadows of Empire”, this track is stripped back and almost prayer-like.

The verses are gentle, contemplative, reminding us that not every crown is forged in gold or conquest, some are found in silence, patience, and study. A spoken reflection pauses the music mid-track, shifting from rhyme to raw teaching, before the beat drops nearly to nothing, giving space for breath and reflection.

The long outro becomes the true heart of the song: a spoken-word lesson urging the listener not to inherit history blindly, but to seek truth with their own eyes, through stone, dust, and silence. It’s less a performance and more a transmission, a wisdom-passing moment.

This track doesn’t roar. It whispers.
And in that whisper lies the true crown: silence, knowledge, and freedom from illusion.

Crown of Silence

The Mother’s Rebuke

A bold inversion of prayer and prophecy, “The Mother’s Rebuke” is a raw, soulful rap that lifts up the divine feminine as the source of wisdom and truth. Over an R&B groove laced with funk swagger, the track challenges the Father’s throne and crowns the Mother of Wisdom with reverence. The hook chants her beauty and flame, while the verses unfold like scripture turned inside out, rebellious, poetic, and spiritual. It’s a call to awaken, to rise from shadows of domination, and to honour the womb, the river, and the eternal flame. Both hymn and battle cry, it’s a sound of devotion reimagined.

The Mother’s Rebuke

Mirrors Behold the Lord of Flies unfolds like a dark hymn, sung in a mystical, ethereal female voice that hovers between prophecy and lament. The trap-orchestral beat hums with shadowy choirs, insect-like textures, and thunderous 808s, but the vocal delivery transforms it into something haunting and ceremonial. Each line paints Trump as a decaying false monarch, crowned not in glory but in swarms, his throne a palace of rot. The song moves less like a battle rap and more like a ritual, a warning whispered through smoke and mirrors: power fades, and all that remains is the Lord of Flies.

Mirrors Behold the Lord of Flies (1)

The Banquet of Worms rises as a funeral hymn for false kings, a gospel-flavoured trap lament where arrogance is swallowed by ash. Led by a deep male vocal, steady and sermon-like, and lifted by haunting female backing harmonies, the track carries the weight of judgment. The beat thunders like a procession, organs and choirs echoing against heavy 808s, as lyrics cast down the proud who feasted on lies. Each chorus rings like prophecy: every throne built on deceit will end at the same table, the banquet of worms.

The Banquet of Worms

Song Description – Elohim’s Lament (G-Funk Version)

A cosmic slow jam where divinity meets the streets. Elohim’s Lament drifts at 85 BPM with smooth R&B vocals, lush harmonies, and that unmistakable G-Funk bounce, rolling bass, shimmering Rhodes, and soulful synth leads. It’s the sound of a god exiled in flesh, cruising through a neon night, mourning the loss of the He-She-Them unity within. Melancholy yet grooving, sacred yet streetwise, this track feels like a prayer whispered through smoke, a hymn carried on the bassline of eternity. A lament, and a groove, that reminds us what was forgotten.

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