Can you hear me now?
Turn your headphones up
Can you hear me now?
Lay your phone back down
Can you hear me now?
Do you still feel alone
Can you hear me now

Last night was really like a roller coast
Uh 
least now you can say that you know the ropes
Two fine looking to have to play to tropes
One good hit and I’ll probably overdose
Last night, we had a falling out
And we fell we right back in each other’s mouths
Red lights followed throughout the house
If you play that back turn up the sound

Can you hear me now?
Turn your headphones up
Can you hear me now?
Lay your phone back down
Can you hear me now?
Do you still feel alone
Can you hear me now

Can you?
Can you?
Can you hear me now?

6 figure salary, got embossed and in gold
I flip a tape to a tour and I keep my feet on the road
That chevy Malibu I used to whip, got locked up and towed
I put my faith in an industry that might fuck me and roll
But I got everything I wanted, can’t fit nothing in my pockets
lil feta in my wallet, lot a green in my bank
My house was feeling pretty haunted, ain’t have no one I can talk to
Now somebody always calling, so someone gotta wait

Can you hear me now?
Turn your headphones up
Can you hear me now?
Lay your phone back down
Can you hear me now?
Do you still feel alone
Can you hear me now

Can you?
Can you?
Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?
Turn your headphones up
Can you hear me now?
Lay your phone back down
Can you hear me now?
Do you still feel alone
Can you hear me now

can you hear me?

Success (prod. Masked-man)

Love story short, 
senior me left my sophomore girlfriend
when I left for university. 
Textbook ending. 

Eight years spent complicating. 
Methodically branching like lightning slow through a slab o' wood. 
Calculating. Labyrinth mapping. 
Trial testing paths, juggling potentials.
Primed for the instant I flutter, 
when the jitters reawaken from their jittery slumber. 
I choose my own misadventure and wonder 
how this will end.

Which pain?
I know the unrequited kind 
like the back of my unheld hand. We've met. 
God forbid it's a road I haven't simulated traveling yet.
What if we click, we court, we kiss, we commit, 
and months in, you uncover to your chagrin 
the undeserving charlatan I have always been, and we split? 
The end, start again. 

Or, what if 
we join and form a bond strong enough to call home, 
a promise lifelong to forge a future only our own, 
us envisioning honeymoons, nurseries, nursing homes, 
then I meet someone new, and desecrate all we have ever known? 
I'm no saint. I won't feign like infidelity's not a feasible failstate. 
Believe me, this messenger would shoot himself 
over the pathways these possibilities pave. 
Let me count the ways your innocent heart could break
multiplied by the rate at which I blame you for mistakes 
to the power of infinity unpredictabilities. 
How many storybook togethers 
have regret splattered on their last page? 
And most frightening of all, 

what if 
we fall, 
and in your arms, I feel the fear fade, 
and you free my heart from its calculated cage? 
What if… 

There's no way. 
Which pain? There has to be pain. 
Your warmth briefly heals 
but what's real always returns more afraid. 
How will this end? 
I lie, I cheat, I do you wrong. 
How could I ever stay calm 
when even the truest love 
only lasts so long?

Heaven forbid, 
what if this lasts
forever?

The Fatalist

Run, run. Run away from it all. 
That runnin' runnin' don't last too long. 
When the days run out, and the lights turn off, 
you get real close to what's really goin' on. Don't. 

Don't. Don't fight. 
You're always in a, in a rush to be alright. 
You can just feel that. Don't keep it all inside.
And you can feel bad. I'm still by your side. 
I'm here for whatever you fear. 
So if you get scared, now it's we somethin' we share. 
You are not alone. 
Hurts too deep on your own, so you run. 
Ain't no shame in how you cope. 
I can see it in your, in your eyes what's true. 
You can hide. I'm ready to find you when you're through. 
And you can say sorry all you want to. 
I'll just say you're perfect whenever you do.

So don't
run, run. Run away from it all. 
That runnin' runnin' don't last too long. 
When the days run out, and the lights turn off, 
you get real close to what's really goin. And. 

And you make sense. 
Course you feel stress when it gets intense. 
It's when you start thinking you should feel anything else. 
Right now, you're free to be all o' your self. 
And you don't ever, you never waste my time. 
Any time I share with a friend's well spent. 
And if my friend's not feelin' alright, 
I'll give all my time til you're fine again. 
And you can't get up till you fall. 
And you won't ever heal the pain until you feel it all. 
So you can scream, cry, punch the wall. 
And I'll still run back any time you call. 
I'll be there for whatever you need to let out. 
Make real every though that you're thinkin' about. 
And you can say sorry all you want to.
What you say comes true. What you don't does too.

You feel whatever you need to feel,
and I'll love whoever I wanna love. 

Run away from it all. 
That runnin' runnin' don't last too long. 
When the days run out, and the lights turn off, 
you get real close, real close, real. Don't

Don't. Don't run, run. 
Don't run, run, run, run, run. 
Stop runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'
runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'. 
You can run, run. Run away from it. 
I'll be here whenever you're done with it. 
And you don't ever have to be done with it. 
I'm here whenever you run. Run.

Run, Run

In 2019, I learned how long a moment feels. 
Sat next to a stranger who shouldn't have been, 
delicately peeling away years of strangeness. 
We weren't catching up. There was nothing to catch. 
We were building with, for like ten minutes. 
She got up, walked onstage to a public park's worth of onlookers and sings her heart open. 
Stunned, backstage sat next to where someone who used to be a stranger used to be, 
gazing straight up at our moon, and snap. 
A moment, of gratitude, humility, 
vivid as present the second I recall. I'm still there. 
A moment is 2.5 nanoseconds.
A moment feels infinite. 

Let’s play pretend like the day will end 
with the sun fallin’ down to rise up again. 
You curl up in bed like you always have
and drift off to Dreamland for a well earned rest.
Until then, it’s all on a track to that. 
Where you’ll end up bein’ is right here where you’re at. 
What stays constant. 
Watchin’ the hands on each clock.
Still swingin’ whether you feel they will or not. 
How a tree still grows, the sea still flows. 
No need for anybody nearby to know. 
How the world stays spinnin’. The stars stay twinklin’. 
Regardless o’ whatever bad thoughts you’re thinkin’. 
Think ‘em. Feel it. Trust it’ll pan out,
like every other day you had before now. 
They say that any day could be your last. 
‘Til then, you will be alive by the time this song ends. 

Five years back, I was dazed.
Took one second to hear. Took five years to say.
I trust in my timescales. In timescales, I trust. 
Wait a millisecond. 
Five years back, I was gone. 
Searchin’ for five years long, and now five years on, 
I trust in my timescales. In timescales. In time. 

2017, I coulda been twenty-one. 
Studyin’ up in Northridge, almost done. 
Coulda ran for school president, ran some more clubs. 
Coulda partied downtown, fell in and out of love. 
Coulda walked as a grad, walked away from the mic, 
got a job and a house, two kids and a wife. 
Coulda laid down comfy in my home each night, 
and stare up at the ceiling, no meaning in life. 
‘Cause back in 2017, I was twenty with a dream 
and a choice o’ what kinda pain I want most. 
Be true to the art and let the rest run thin, 
or be set for life and wonder what coulda been? 
Well, I made my choice and I’m proud.
Reason why you’re still hearin’ my voice now. 
So five years back me, this is the moment you had in mind. 
You trusted in your time. Now we’re doin’ just fine. Singin’

Five years back, I was dazed.
Took one second to hear. Took five years to say.
I trust in my timescales. In timescales, I trust. 
Wait a millisecond. 
Five years back, I was gone. 
Searchin’ for five years long, and now five years on, 
I trust in my timescales. In timescales. In time.

Timescales

Unfortunately, I forgot where I got the beat from.  So if it's yours, pm me and I'll credit you immediately. 
Thank you BadTaylor so much for the mix!!!  https://soundcloud.com/bad-taylor
Thanks IBR and Khan for collabing, was fun and shit.  
https://soundcloud.com/i-b-r
https://soundcloud.com/iamfaceless

Siren ft. IBR, ShereKhan

Ich rede nicht in Stoffplänen, ich baue Denkbewegungen,
jede Silbe ein Impuls, um innere Karten neu zu krümmen.
Nicht was du hörst ist die Lehre, sondern was sich dabei schiebt,
wenn dein Blick kurz stolpert, weil der Rhythmus dich zieht.
Ich erklär nichts frontal, ich verändere Räume,
setz Bedeutungen schräg, damit dein Inneres reime.
Didaktik im Beat, keine Tafel, kein Zwang,
erst Resonanz im System, dann begreift man den Klang.
Du lernst nicht durch Worte, du lernst durch Verbindung,
durch Spannung im Bauch, nicht durch saubere Findung.
Ich leg Fragen in Takte, lass sie atmen im Loop,
bis dein Denken sich dehnt und dein Urteil verpufft.
Triplets treiben den Puls, 113 hält die Spur,
jede Pause ein Spiegel, jede Line eine Kur.
Ich reduzier die Welt, ohne sie zu verraten,
zeig ein Teil fürs Ganze, lass dich selber es raten.
Kein „So ist es“, kein Zeigefinger-Ton,
nur ein „Kennst du das?“ tief in der Intonation.
Denn Lernen beginnt nicht beim Wissen im Kopf,
sondern da, wo ein Zweifel leise anklopft.
Ich wähl nicht die Masse, ich wähl das Exemplar,
eine Szene, ein Bild, plötzlich wird alles klar.
Reduktion ist kein Mangel, sie ist Präzision,
Komplexität wird begehbar durch klare Fiktion.
Flow ist Führung, kein Schmuck, kein Design,
er lenkt deine Aufmerksamkeit wie Schienen aus Reim.
Er beschleunigt dein Denken, bremst dich im Kern,
bis du merkst: Das Verstehen kommt nicht von mir – sondern von dir, intern.
Ich bau Leerräume ein, lass Sätze bewusst offen,
damit du nicht folgst, sondern selber anfängst zu klopfen.
Didaktik heißt Verantwortung, nicht Macht,
ich geb dir keinen Glauben, ich geb dir die Nacht.
In der Dunkelheit ordnet sich Wahrnehmung neu,
weil nichts dir sagt, was richtig ist, was falsch oder scheu.
Ich verzicht auf Feindbilder, verzicht auf den Krieg,
denn Lernen stirbt dort, wo Moral sich verbiegt.
Emotion kommt zuerst, dann Bedeutung im Gang,
erst der Körper versteht, dann der Kopf irgendwann.
Darum ist Rap ein Lehrraum, wenn er ehrlich gebaut,
weil er Denken nicht zwingt, sondern Freiheit vertraut.
Ich sprech nicht von oben, ich geh neben dir her,
jede Line ein Angebot, nicht ein Urteilsspeer.
Didaktik ist Ethik, sie formt, was wir sehen,
was wir ausblenden, normalisieren, wofür wir stehen.
Ich zeig keine Lösung, ich öffne ein Feld,
wo Entscheidung entsteht zwischen dir und der Welt.
Wenn du nach dem Track anders atmest als vorher,
hat Lernen stattgefunden – ganz ohne Lehrer.
Kein Auswendig, kein Drill, kein stumpfer Gehorsam,
nur ein inneres Klicken, leise, aber wirksam.
Das ist Lernen im Flow, das ist Wissen mit Herz,
das ist Rap als Didaktik, nicht als Pose, nicht als Scherz.
Und wenn irgendwo leise die Herkunft noch klingt,
nicht als Marke, nur Spur, die den Ursprung benennt:
Hänzi im Hintergrund, nicht im Rampenlicht-Schein,
weil die Lehre hier frei ist – und der Gedanke dein.

CosmoHKAK - Didaktik

Full Secret Ep here⤵️
https://on.soundcloud.com/3uNNxnWqK3uCOX0i27

Numb (intro)

Life

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/nastykasper

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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Headhaunter - Pets

I finally got to collab with one of my biggest inspirations.
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Same View (featuring @teeawgo)
Produced by CaliberBeats (goo.gl/VtmXg6) and Syndrome (goo.gl/vdw5HX)
Mixed and mastered by @halberd-3000
Photography by Genericity (goo.gl/AqC1wr)
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LYRICS
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[CLOUD MAC]

And what's the point in being just like you?
And what's the point in doing nothing new?
And what's the point in just seeing the same view, same view, same view, same view.

And what's the point in no troubles at all?
Would that just get rid of the opposite of  
Relax, you've had this coming for a while now.
Two sides of one story better hope that you find out.

And I've been cool.
Everybody coming to me with advice like  
"Man, you alright, like put you in the spotlight, make sure you are polite"
Hit you with that wolf bite

Rhymes so hot they make you melt, yeah
I told my moms I'd be a star, so she beat me with Orion's Belt, yeah
I'm fresh like Bel Air, the doctor's in  
Operate like I am Jay Squared, and bitch I'm faded.

And what's the point in being just like you?
And what's the point in doing nothing new?
And what's the point in just seeing the same view, same view, same view, same view.

And what's the point in no troubles at all?
Would that just get rid of the opposite of  
Relax, you've had this coming for a while now.
Two sides of one story better hope that you find out.

And what's the point in being just like you?
And what's the point in doing nothing new?
And what's the point in just seeing the same view, same view, same view, same view.

And I've been   rude.
Choose your own adventure but I never let you choose.
Like some shitty grills that never fit the fucking tooth,
I'm coming for the top, they never gonna' stop this dude, never gonna' stop this groove.

Never miss a beat, like my name is Chris Brown, yeah,
Never gonna' stop, till' I run this whole town, yeah.
A demon when I eat, I ain't stopping at your heart  
Yeah you know I'm going far, yeah you know I'm going far.

And what's the point in being just like you?
And what's the point in doing nothing new?
And what's the point in just seeing the same view, same view, same view, same view.

And what's the point in no troubles at all?
Would that just get rid of the opposite of  
Relax, you've had this coming for a while now.
Two sides of one story better hope that you find out.

And what's the point in being just like you?
And what's the point in doing nothing new?
And what's the point in just seeing the same view, same view, same view, same view.

[THIAGO]

Yeah, whats the point huh?
Really got it in your head that you never had a choice huh?
Yeah, la vida loca -
Why you schooling with the fish when the world is your oyster?

Don't say I didn't tell ya, tell ya,
Feel it, get it hot, went in cold blood, cold blood
Think you at the top with that same view, same view
Look around, nobody can save you, save who?

Same View (ft. Thiago)

This is an archive of songs made and deleted by a beautiful man once known as Cloud Mac. Some songs may also be ones that featured Cloud Mac and got deleted.

Same View (ft. Thiago)

Cloud Mac Archive