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

"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

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.




Mi Propio Maldito Trono

SoundCloud’s a Trash Company

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. The hook? That’s the scream I’ve been holding in for years.

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

trap-grime-Indo-fusion banger, Don’t Even Bother, You’re Dead Inside! This  track hits hard with thumping 808s, gritty vocals, and a lo-fi phone sample intro that sets the tone. Blending grime snares, trap hats, and subtle Indo-fusion vibes, it’s a brutal breakup anthem with spoken-word flows and a distorted voicemail outro that leaves you reeling.

Don’t Even Bother, You’re Dead Inside

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 gospel-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

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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