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Immerse yourself in a gritty Indo-trap fusion featuring raw 808 kicks, distant sitar plucks, tabla rolls under thunder FX, and a harmonium-style pad during the bridge and chorus. This track, set in E Minor at 78–82 BPM, delivers a powerful narrative of duality and resilience. Lyrics delve into themes of identity, survival, and the art of navigating a world of facades.

Hook:
Two-faced like a coin, got heads or tails,
Flip me wrong, watch your whole world fail.
Truth in disguise, I thrive in the shade,
I’m the price of the game that the fakers paid.
Experience the blend of traditional Indian instruments with modern trap elements, creating a soundscape that's both unique and compelling.

2 face like a coin

Experience a haunting Indo-trap fusion in D minor (80–100 BPM), blending minimal piano, eerie pads, and thick sub-bass hum. Raw 808 kicks thump beneath distant sitar plucks and tabla rolls under thunder FX. Gritty vocals ride over grime snares and trap hats, with sitar riffs and tabla fills adding an Indo-fusion edge. A harmonium-style pad enriches the bridge and chorus, exuding raw confidence.

The Calm Before I Burn

from everything you have been through, your still here you're still standing. Experience a powerful Indo-trap fusion track that embodies resilience and raw confidence. Featuring gritty vocals over raw 808 kicks, distant sitar plucks, and tabla rolls under thunder FX, this track delivers an emotional journey through pain and triumph. Grime snares and trap hats drive the rhythm, while sitar riffs and tabla fills add an Indo-fusion edge. A harmonium-style pad enriches the bridge and chorus, creating a hauntingly beautiful soundscape.

Because of It I'm Still Standing

"My Own Damn Throne" is a powerful blend of Indo-trap fusion, featuring:
Raw 808 kicks
Distant sitar plucks

Tabla rolls under thunder FX
Gritty vocals
Grime snares and trap hats

Sitar riffs and tabla fills
Harmonium-style pad in the bridge/chorus
This track is a declaration of self-reliance and resilience. It's about building your own empire amidst chaos and standing tall without seeking validation.
Lyrics Highlight:
“Fuck everyone else, I’m alive in my soul / At the end of the day, I’m the one in control.”

My Own Damn Throne

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

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

"Shadow March" – A dark Indo-trap ritual in D minor. Thunder rolls under 808s. Sitar whispers. Tabla pulses like a heartbeat cracked open. This is shadow-work in sonic form—no masks, no mercy. I faced the beast, made it bow, and marched with it. Power isn’t found in the light—it’s forged in the dark you survive.

Shadow March

Indo-grime heat in C minor. 808s hit like truths you can’t dodge. Sitar slashes, tabla rolls, thunder FX—this ain’t rap, it’s reckoning. A grime-drenched takedown of false kings, smooth liars, and rented crowns. Halftime bridge growls hit like judgment day. No throne’s safe.

we all ain't clean

Indo-trap anthem in E minor. Raw 808s. Sitar slaps. Tabla rolls echo under thunder. A lone wolf track forged in fire and grit—no chains, no cages. This is legacy music. Loud, unbent, and born to lead.

First of My Kind

Where tabla thunder meets trap grit. Raw 808s pulse beneath sitar sparks and harmonium breath. This is the sound of chaos tamed, of rage refined. Fire and flood. Storm and stillness. I don’t break—I burn and bloom.

Harmonium Fire

Raw 808s. Thunder cracks. Distant sitar riffs slice through gritty grime snares and trap hats. “Echoes of Giants” is an Indo-fusion anthem forged from legacy and survival. Spoken word meets melody over tabla rolls, harmonium pads, and ancestral weight.

_Burned Slow

Echoes of Giants is a tribute to the voices that shape us—Malcolm, Mandela, Tupac, and unsung heroes like my mentor and family. Built on raw 808s, sitar plucks, and tabla rolls, this Indo-fusion track carries their wisdom through time. A minor, 85-90 BPM. 



Echoes of Giants

¡Que se jodan! Tú haz lo tuyo y deja que los haters lidien con su propio desastre. La vida es demasiado corta para preocuparte por gente que no entiende. Sigue adelante y que ellos resuelvan su mierda solos.
Screw them! Do your thing and let the haters deal with their own mess. Life’s too short to worry about people who don’t get it. Keep moving forward and let them sort out their own shit.




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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

I'm Coda Wolf. My tracks are built from scars, smoke, and late-night truths. Not here to chase charts—I speak what I live.
 No fake hype, no watered-down vibes.
One voice. One vision. No apologies.

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