Wow, love the vocal and instrumental part too

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Mind Blowing

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Mind Blowing - Robert Pride

Compositor: Rodrigo Ibáñez
Producción y ejecución musical: Rodrigo Ibáñez

AOP
(Letra y música: Rodrigo Ibáñez)

Si un día pudieras ver estos ojos brillar, perderte en mis galaxias
Pues aunque yo sea feliz, no guardo nada para mí
Todo lo puedo dar, con calma

Y poder mostrarte al fin, mi roto corazón
cosido con hilos de plata
sabor, aroma y calor, de esta callada gente
tendrás en tus palmas

Animus, ánima
seas tu en mí, sea yo en tí
Animus, ánima 
Amor Omnia Perficit

Ven, hay veredas por andar
quiero que tu mirada sea
mi mapa estelar

Animus, ánima
seas tu en mí, sea yo en tí
Animus, ánima 
Amor Omnia Perficit

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AOP
English Lyrics

If one day you could see these eyes shine, lose yourself in my galaxies
For even if I am happy, I keep nothing for myself
I can give everything, calmly

And be able to show you, at last, my broken heart
sewn with silver threads
flavor, aroma, and warmth, of these silent people
you will hold in your palms

Animus, anima
be you in me, be I in you
Animus, anima
Amor Omnia Perficit

Come, there are paths to walk
I want your gaze to be
my star map

Animus, anima
be you in me, be I in you
Animus, anima
Amor Omnia Perficit

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AOP 

Latin 

Si olim hos oculos micare videre posses, te in galaxiis meis perde
Nam etsi felix sum, nihil mihi servo
Omnia dare possum, placide

Et tandem tibi cor meum fractum ostendere
Filis argenteis consutum
Sapor, odor, et calor, horum hominum tacitorum
Quos in palmis tenebis

Animus, anima
esto in me,
esto ego in te
Animus, anima
Amor Omnia Perficit

Veni, sunt semitae ambulandae
Volo ut aspectus tuus sit
tabula mea stellarum

Animus, anima
esto in me, esto ego in te
Animus, anima
Amor Omnia Perficit

AOP - Menelic

This song is about the things I went and still going through just to get what  am searching for in My life. 

SEARCHHING

I hear people screaming
From a place that is very weird
It’s a white building
With a cross on it

It gets colder
As I get closer
And the sky slowly
Gets darker

But I need to know
So I went to open the door
I see many soul
They suffer a lot (x2)

They told me to run away
If I don’t want to end like them
They told me to start to pray
If I don’t wanna be in pain

Mixed by me, prod by Rekk Beats

with a cross on it (prod. Rekk Beats)

Swagger

Insane (Ft. Steniooooo)

Ashes to Ashes

viral money gang studios / savage money gang inc presents 

00'lil lamin cuz & capital k

all the smoke mixtape

song:droppin da lo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fNt1TCxcAY

CAPITAL K x 00'LIL LAMIN CUZ - DROPPIN DA LO

Over Passing

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Over Passing

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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