this is a album showcasing different genres of music I have done throughout my time making music.

Codawolf

Raw 808s thump under distant sitar plucks and tabla rolls. Thunder cracks as grime snares and trap hats cut through a hypnotic Indo-fusion haze. "Throne of Dust" is soul grit—where haunting E minor melodies meet fire-forged bars and ghostly sitar solos. No throne handed over, just one built in the wreckage. Spoken-word truth meets hard-earned rhythm. 80–85 BPM. Em – C – G – Dsus2 loop.

🌀 Harmonium swells.
🔥 Rust-born resilience.

THRONE OF DUST

"Silence Ain’t Weak" is a raw anthem built in the quiet—where strength isn’t shouted, it’s sharpened. No noise, no masks, no permission needed. I wrote this for the ones who fought battles in the dark and came out colder, cleaner, and unshaken. Let the world chase noise—I’ll keep building in the stillness.

Silence Ain’t Weak

"Stillness Is a Weapon" – Indo-fusion trap with grit. 808s slam under sitar cuts, tabla rolls, and a harmonium pad hum like tension under skin. This is calm with claws—power honed in silence, not performance. Written for those who don’t flinch, who study storms, then shape their own. Stillness isn’t absence—it’s precision.

Stillness Is a Weapon

Trap-grime meets Indo-fusion in a storm of 808s, tabla rolls, sitar cuts, and steel-spined poetry. This is for the quiet fighters—the ones forged in pressure, sharpened in silence, and built to outlast the storm. Grit meets grace. Fire meets control. The Iron Wolf never chases… it endures.

Iron Wolf

Ashes Ain’t Empty

A raw look at love and effort—this track calls out the gap between words and actions. It’s about showing up fully, demanding real commitment, and holding space for the grind that love actually requires. No fluff, no sugarcoating—just truth about giving your all and expecting the same in return.
If you’ve ever felt like you gave everything and got less back, this one’s for you. Real talk about presence over promises, and love as a two-way street.

What You Bring

Dark, visceral storytelling — every track is a confession, every beat a ritual

Vocal delivery that bites like venom, whispers truths she can't confess

Production that crashes waves over her bedroom floors like thunder in a tomb

Think of this as the moonlit hunter’s EP, each drop a chain around her neck.

candyman

This track is me—unfiltered, unpolished, and fed up. It’s not about hate, it’s about space. I wrote this from the inside of a head that never shuts up, where fake smiles and shallow check-ins feel louder than silence.

Every verse is survival—calling out the bullshit of people who only show up when it’s convenient, who scroll past scars like they’re background noise.
I’m not your project. I’m not your hero. This is what it sounds like when I say enough.
Play it loud. Play it messy. Play it when you’re done pretending.

LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

Don’t Even Bother, You’re Dead Inside! Is a track that hits hard with thumping brutal breakup anthem with spoken-word flows and a distorted voicemail outro that leaves you reeling.

Don’t Even Bother

Right Here, Right Now—a raw, unfiltered anthem born from grit and fire. This track is my battle cry, forged in late nights and hard-won scars, blending thunderous 808s, sitar plucks, and tabla rolls with infused hooks and relentless energy. It’s about seizing the moment, shattering limits, and moving like truth in a world that lies. From the stomping call-and-response to the glitchy harmonies, every beat hits like a pulse of defiance. This isn’t just music—it’s my bloodline, my vow, my now. Stream it, feel it, live it.

Right Here, Right Now

late-night confession wrapped in candlelight and quiet storms.
“Draw You In” is about letting someone close when every instinct says to lock the door —
a soft-spoken surrender where vulnerability becomes the melody.
Minimal production. Whispered vocals. Raw emotion.
No walls. No polish. Just truth, breath, and heartbeat.

Draw You In

A neon-lit chessboard pulses under flickering streetlights. Every heartbeat is a metronome, every thought a blade. This is trap-phonk laced with glitchcore venom: sitar riffs slice through 808 thunder while distorted vocals whisper death notes in binary.  Lyrically, it’s Light Yagami vs. L on a midnight rooftop—justice raining in silence, logic hunting in cold math. No heroes, no mercy, just calculated carnage and the echo of “Next move?”

Checkmate Mind

confession booth for the hypocrite in all of us. From personal demons to calling out influencers, politicians, and that "woke 'til it costs" crowd. If you've ever judged the world while dodging your own mess, this one's for you.

Mirror, Mirror

“Dancing in the counterpoint, shadow on my soul…”
Dark trap hip-hop confession. Took Bach’s BWV 847, flipped it into something colder. Full song, raw vocals, Michigan nights.
Repost if the shadows speak back
Save if you’re riding this at 2AM

counterpoint shadow

An early-morning porch song about choosing peace over the chase.
For everyone who’s been through fire and still found a way to sit still and be grateful.



Back Porch Reflections

I turned my mental health crisis into your 3-minute comedy special.
This one’s for everyone who’s ever smiled in a story while falling apart behind the screen.  No fake it ‘til the fade-to-black. 

Laugh Track for a Breakdown

Not here to chase charts—I speak what I live.
 No fake hype, no watered-down vibes.
One voice. One vision. No apologies. Michigan artist blending raw lyrics with dark beats.

codawolf

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