Name: feel the rhythm-DNB-D&E by Bradley payne
Duration: 3 min 10 s
Description: im 15, been making music for 2 months now. if you could share my songs or give me helpful tips on how to get better then that would be much appreciated

im 15, been making music for 2 months now. if you could share my songs or give me helpful tips on how to get better then that would be much appreciated

feel the rhythm-DNB-D&E

Recopilación de Pistas Instrumentales Amateurs

Vacío De Cristal

This is an electropop song with clear influences from 80's synthwave and retro aesthetics with a melancholy romantic vibe. The instrumentation relies heavily on analog-sounding synthesizers that take me back to the 80's new wave era. Prominent basslines and electronic percussion provide the rhythmic foundation.

The structure starts with an arpeggiated synth intro, leading to the first verse with filtered, reverberated vocals. The choruses feel more energetic, with the main melodic hooks. There's also an instrumental bridge showcasing a sampled guitar solo.

Icy Love

abstract sounds of consciousness 1

Dead Flowers

Chainsaw Planet

Lil Darkie - ANXIETY (sped up)
lyrics:
Earth to Darkie, earth to Darkie, do you read me Darkie?
Earth to Darkie, earth to Darkie, do you read me Dar-
This is Darkie 909, checking in
Oh, shit
Status report, things are going well
Hey boss!
What is it?
Boss, he's here!
Bring him down, damn it
Well, okay
It's good to hear from you again, Darkie
Whenever you're ready
Beaming you down now
I took a second out my day to calm the fuck down
Now I got one less second to do something
What the fuck now, my nigga?
Uh, I figure it's genetic man it suck how
The cards you got are permanent and shape the way you talk out loud
Or take a walk downtown
I should be thinking 'bout the way the trees are looking
Or the smell of pizza cookin'
Or the sound the breeze is workin' into me
Instead, I'm hurting
Avoiding the moment I pull the curtain
Hide me!
'Cause I don't know what your intentions are at all
I feel so small and minuscule, I want to call
To anyone who'll stop this drenching of my soul
I feel the wall and kick right through, I fought it
Hothead
I wanna plant some flowers, not the potted kind
I feel the power, my retarded mind
Has got inside it, find it hard to mind
My own business
My flow quick as a missile until it slow down
A glow stick and it click, oh, what a cool sound
I showed my momma my music and she was so proud
She told me future, I choose it, that hit me profound
I forget to breathe and where I put my damn keys
That's a problem, frame freeze it
Need it, or so it seems
'Cause every picture fade away when no one there to see
People been living for forever wit' no therapy
So why I'm different
It ain't 'bout yo' feelings, our society is slipping
No support without a family, this paper got me thinking
If I gave him what I owe, then why the fuck I gotta tip him, nigga?
This money's uncaring and it ain't no fun sharing
But you selfish if you don't
And if you do, you must be happy right?
If higher numbers made you normal, wouldn't that be nice?
I need to lay down, just lie dead
I wanna run away to somewhere I can rest my head
The birds sound beautiful, the light bounce off
Off my fingers and my cuticles
I bite down soft on 'em
My father point it out, now I'm embarrassed
I don't know who I'd be without my parents
Work with what you got, they taught me
To not blow up the spot, be healthy
And don't talk down cops whether wealthy or poor
They got more Glocks than you ever will
You felt it before, that's good advice
Walking down the street higher than a kite
Bright light flashing, ashing the blunt
The neighborhood is nice, uh
They stay addicted to the cash flow
Mmm, and I'm just laying on the grass lil' mama
Can you watch a nigga pass though?
Mmm, see him leave you in the past
And amass those commas
Stupid little bitch hatin' on me
'Cause I ain't suckin' no dick for no approval
Or a ruble whatchu on a-, half made plan
Lemme get that in advance
I'm too scared to take a chance
I just need a lot of dollars in my pants
Do ya dance? I'ma do mine
Fine with being broke
All my figures come in due time
Ya honor
They tryna get a new piece of mine
But all these people need acquire
Is a new peace of mind
Hide me!
'Cause I don't know what your
Intentions are at all (intentions are at all)
I feel so small and minuscule, I want to call (want to call)
To anyone who'll stop this drenching of my soul (of my soul)
I feel the wall and kick right through, I fought it
La-la, la, la, la, la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la, la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la, la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la, la-la-la
La-la, la
"Hey Josh, it's Mom
I was just tryna get a hold of you to see how you were doing
Um, I don't even know if you're in or somewhere else
Just wanna catch up with you
When you have a minute, call me back, okay?
Love you"

Lil Darkie - ANXIETY (sped up)

Verse:

Yo, let me set the scene, the feeling's real pristine,
Sippin' on Spectral Vodka, don't pretend like you know what I mean.

Clear as the night, smooth as my rhyme,
I pour it in me skull shaped cup and let it freeze space-time.

Ay, this crystalline ambrosia that I sip,
makes me wanna break ya spine and dip,

I find it quite funny ,
that this lil' what's his name claims to be a crip, now that's scummy,
 
So its obvious to see ,
that on this scene I am executioner, judge and jury,
 
Boy cant ya see ya dumb G,
I said Oi, cant ya see, you ain't no G,
 
Mate ya just a pus-sy-sy- see ya in a bit,
Cuz here comes my favorite bit,
Watch me sit n sip bevies and teach ya girl how to find her clit.

I don't waste my time to "spit",
cuz I ain't an 8th mile skit from a youtube clip,

So let me settle this shit,
I deem this verse fine for the start of this timeless hit,

I recommend you quit cuz I wont be covering for ya girls replacement hip,
After all I told ya that I'm only here to empty my clip, sip my spectral vodka and then dip.



Chorus:

Spectral Vodi

takin me out of body out of mind 

im here to take whats mine 

Ye Spectral Vodi 

This is the body of power
Leave you with a tase most sower 

The man of the hour



Verse:

The time for introductions' now,
Rollcall: sup cunt, the name is Al,

a few things about me that i recall,
I look pale,undead-downright foul,

although a propper lad ill never be your propper pal,
Forspoken chemist who's never spoken for,

I make you scoul as I send you out the door.
Ya can call me Al-poppy as I'll pop ya in the eye,
 
filling up me pipe as I wave your ass goodbye.
So ill end this propper with a sign and sigh

Im always fly im always sly, without having to try,
truth is I never say hi cuz im bussy tryin stay high.

So heres a final goodbye and please dont try,
Against Al youll die or at least go home to cry.  

chorus?

feel the rhythm-DNB-D&E

Bradley payne

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