Motivation

I Don't Mean To

THEG.O.A.T!OF RAP!
SIMONPHOENIX!
LOVEPOWER!

ITRIEDTOTELLYALL!

So Fine

Welcome to the Live official audio of 'Imposter Syndrome Pt. 4' – curated by DJ Shwasted. Recorded live / prepared exclusively for my event / drop in your headphones now! If you dig the mix, please hit ‘repost’, drop a comment, and share.

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Imposter Syndrome Pt. 4 (Official one-take audio) (Live)

Embark on a sonic journey to the shores of the Black Sea with "HADi DANS", the captivating new release from ADEM BOGOCELI on First House Records. 🌊

This is where ancient tradition meets the modern dance floor. Feel the raw, haunting soul of the Kemence, a timeless instrument from Trabzon, as it weaves through a vibrant tapestry of Afro and Deep House rhythms. It’s more than just a song - it’s a feeling, a movement, a memory brought to life.

"HADi DANS" is a dance between past and present, a celebration of cultural roots, fire, and freedom. Let the rhythm move you.

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HADi DANS

Beatport

An emotional R&B / lo-fi inspired remix I created for the Cymatics Destiny Song Contest.
Warm guitar, soft pads, and a soulful drop that captures the feeling of ‘touch.’
Thank you for listening.

DILJEET SINGH - TOUCH (Destiny Song Contest)

I’m a grade a lady
Who’s made for Hades
And shakes a baby
Just for good luck
I don’t give a fuck 
And I don’t fuck with ducks
That need my bread
I Flee from Feds
And eat cheese in bed
My steez is best
My fleece is a vest
It’s got no arms
Like Australia
And My charm
Could impale ya 
I mean harm
This flea farm 
Has me alarmed
Let’s see the barn
Before I buy the beef
And Write for peace 
And disease 
Is all you can see
Your a living STD
I piece of spiritual excrement
My temperaments a testament to
Kanye West and its
The best
And the rest
That have breasts
Can rest 
My flow is electric
Selective as a dyslexic 
Is at a spelling bee,
Your a toilet
Selling pee
The second human centipede
Hey it’s me Bella the OG
Who’s never lonely 
Because she has a pen and a poem
And a beat.  

[rap]
[male]

AI makes the day die
Cuts out all grace, guy
Confuses the race, fries
Minds in a glazed sky
Laced I tied my shoes up
Freebased the tune cut
Up samples for you
With the man on the moon…
Amen To
The tape decks
And lanes left
Undriven
I’m Into To apes in Raybans
Your 2 dates 
Are both man’s

Amen To The Tape Decks Ft. ai12DIE & GRaiCE

Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

This game is padlocked
But it’s a bad lock
Which I broke 
with my mad bops
Pop drops
Explode like pop rocks
Or mentos and coke
Want all the smoke?
Buttholes are closed
And clenched
When I walk into the room
Pussies are drenched
Wussies are wrenched
And screwed
Not chopped
This is hip hop
And I’ll cryp walk
In gym socks
Before I’ll ever
Give up

[pop]
[guitar]
[female]
Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

[rap]
[fast]

Split the seas
Then spun the two sides 
Like I was a Vietnamese 
DJ MC that sampled 
The police and got stung
Like a bee
Im in the journey 
To the top of the pops
And I’m soon to be 
A human beings
Best friend  
Besides pussy 
Oh why do I 
mention
These looney tense
Dimensions
Mooning for impressions 
On X and Ig 
Had sex with Heidi
Klum she’s some 
Poon plus she’s dumb
Umm I mean hey girl hit me up
Because I want to stitch you up
With my prick 
But yea I’m a dick 
A shave the hair off my pigs
To keep them well behaved 
Hegentic and afraid
Of me heehee 
I’m pretty wackiiiiiii
With flow like a fat gaiiiiiiii
Has rolls yea I’m that guy
My poles getting jacked I
Can’t complain  
Ran a train 
On all your relatives 
My problems executive
Functioning I’m really into 
Mumbling and blabbering
But reign it in to nab you kid
Take a stab at it
Like it’s bad fabric 
I’m a mad tantric 
Manhattened 
Man, n**,
I can’t live
I hardly
Can manage 
Sometimes
Without music
Because music
Undoes damage 
From havoc
Of daily life,
Traffic
Marital strife
Acid
Always being flaccid 
Flow is elastic 
Soldier of plastic 
Mold in bowl 
Yea I grow 
Like a soul 
Yikes I’m old 
But in bold 
And will take
You and the universe
To your toes.

[pop]
[guitar]
Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

“Enough for Today (Matthew 6_34)”

Chris Taff