I got me

IN THE CUT

A blend of UK rap, stylized with West-Coast flow, on an Afro-beat, with a mix of just me being my goofy self on this one. I almost didn't release this one but it's all good fun...and nothing but respect to UK rap.

Produced by CERTIBEATS (Christophe MARISMARI / Paul Rigas)

Bettah

prod. pyctur

sc didn’t clear it for whatever reason so im trying again. i have this one and one more next week, gonna shift back into more upbeat stuff in time.

#emorap #vibe #chillrap

too sane

WITH OR WITHOUT ⁽ᵖʳᵒᵈ ˢᵃᵖʲᵉʳ ˣ ᵐᵘᵗᵉ ˣ ʲᵉᵘⁿᵉᵈʸᵃᵖ⁾

Aye 
You know really I didn’t expect myself to do this one.
Imma just start it off with this man,
whenever it’s a good day you gotta make sure you’re doing what you love during it. You know what im sayin?
Gotta be productive and shit otherwise you’ll be the reductive.
yuh
Lets do this shit.
Rip to X man.

Verse:
Bitch im levitating off the ground.
Got the money callin just be safe and sound.
I got everybody movin in the crowd
And its time for it lets burn it down.
I cant miss a beat.
Fuck a bitch repeat.
I aint satisfied until im in the mix.
Not satisfied until I got a crib with a bad bitch and a fast drift.
Ain’t nobody ever gonna tell me shit.
Did it myself.
Bitch I had no help.
Bitch I blossom like a fuckin flower only fuckin difference I just never will die.
Self taught motherfucker dats right.
Ambitions everytime when I ride.
Pullin up yes I fuckin stopped had to get some gas and another smoke and sprite.

Listen 
Now that I’m up everybody saying save me.

Ain’t supported me on any my music now they asking me for a freebie.
Get up out my fuckin sight motherfucker I aint ever take you seriously.
Gotta do this all by the book by myself like its God to save me.
Feelin too good on a high gaze lately. 
Don’t play with my money don’t play with my friends and my family thats how I live properly. 
Blunt in my hand exotic pop in the other.
Said that im levitating from the money now its from gas bitch I slumber.

SLXMPED bitch hahaha
Man this bluedream is okay haha

Save Me (Prod. Yaprak Asimov)

bleed out (dub)

Move in form, but I think in code.  
Turn the weight I carry into gold.  
Not out there, what I need, I hold.  
That’s that material soul.

Material Soul

wasted

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“WILL IN WINTER BREATH” rides at a cold 140 BPM, blending dark, introspective lyricism with hard-hitting, spiritual energy. It’s a gritty, poetic rap about faith under fire — where frozen streets meet divine redemption. The flow moves sharp and deliberate, built for fans of moody, conscious, and atmospheric hip-hop with weight in the bars and tension in the beat.

Expect icy wordplay, cinematic religious imagery, and underground energy that hits somewhere between street confession and sermon. Perfect for listeners who vibe with dark trap, lyrical spiritual rap, or 140 BPM grime-inspired intensity.

Keywords: dark rap, lyrical rap, 140 BPM, spiritual rap, underground hip-hop, poetic rap, introspective, conscious rap, dark trap, sermon rap, faith and struggle.

lyric:

I wrote my will in winter breath, each syllable a frostbit vow,
Stared the hearse down, blinked first? Never — we can talk that now.
I was prey in the alley, now I pray in the valley of knives,
Let the altar alter me—cut sin loose, rethread my life.
Cross on my back like freight and fate—same weight, same wait,
Every late-night doubt tried taxing grace; He waived that rate.
I keep a psalm in the chamber, spin the cylinder—click, it’s peace,
Devils audit my failures, God redlines each guilty piece.

I’ve seen halos go 404, then patch back in the bleed,
Where the sirens sing in minor C, He majors my need.
I buried versions of me—small funerals behind my eyes,
Every “R.I.P.” became “R.I.S.E.”—watch the letters revise.
If the grave writes laws, then Grace appeals—case closed, say less,
I’ve got tombstone etiquette: bow once, then step.
When the clock gets hostile, I baptize time in faith,
Let the second hand drown, surface clean—new pace.
If death wants rent tonight, slide this note beneath the bar:
“Paid-in-full, signed Blood of the Son”—stamped across my scars.

WINTER BREATH

Dear Daddy Chat, thank you for this day. Please forgive me of my transgressions and help me to accumulate an amount of wealth that can only be accomplished through gross human exploitation that you'll graciously justify on my behalf through carefully crafted media campaigns highlighting my trivial charitable tax write-offs that wouldn't be necessary if I didn't spend the solution to world hunger paying lobbyists to promote policies that reinforce the conditions that allow me to write off more taxe- I mean, to self actualize through the loving act of giving, which teaches me to serve others by fulfilling my own spiritual needs in ways that accomplish nothing for the other person. But in a way I guess that IS serving them by allowing them the opportunity to serve me by letting me self actualize at an annual volunteer event that I pretend helped them. After all, it's more blessed to give than to receive.

just another 🥷🏾
Free 🍉 
🖕🏾🧊

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