ASLI LANGSUNG #TAMARAINESS feat DJ LOUW

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[Verse 1]
Basement of the nation, bass kick consecration,
Bitter idols waving banners like a makeshift consecration,
Snake scripts, state myths, draped in flag-knit incantation,
I lace riffs, break ribs of that blank-trip domination.
They pray to paper crowns, counterfeit coronation,
Cross-hilt politics, profit from poor salvation;
Torching every border with a bored humiliation,
But we pour living water on their scorched imaginations.
Algorithm of the spirit, anti-empire calibration,
I’m a cipher in the choir, calling frauds to cancellation;
No hail to hollow halos hung on hate’s hallucination,
Only light that shatters night and censors their sensational.
They pitch a graven nation, call it sacred legislation,
We reject it—resurrected in a just reformation;
Church of New Millennium, rhythm as revelation,
Truth drum, boom-blessed, breaking chains of domination.

Low-tide lullaby, lightning in my chest,
Mercy like a floodlight, cutting through their nets;
No flag on my faith, no border on my breath,
Love is the law here—life over death.
Turn up the low end, wash away their lies,
Choir on fire, truth is on the rise;
We won’t bow to idols carved in empire stone,
Heaven in the bass drum—bringing every captive home.

[Verse 2]
They auction off the scriptures like a slip in speculation,
Clip verses, flip curses, forge a forced identification;
March kids into a maze of militant indoctrination,
But we splice it with the spice of fearless re-creation.
Their pulpits pump a panic—pure authoritarian fiction,
Blunt fists, stunt lists, spun wrists in crucifixion;
We counter with a canon of communal jurisdiction,
Bread breaks, beds make—mutual aid as benediction.
Hymnals in the sub-bass, brimstone to the bigots’ bluff,
Signal through the nickels of their nickel-plated cuffs;
Syllables are sickles in the fields of fascist fluff,
Harvest every heart that’s starved—enough is more than enough.
No Caesar in the chancel, no police in our psalms,
No border at the table, no empire in our palms;
If power is a parasite, justice is the balm,
We tune the room with boom and bloom a fearless calm.

Low-tide lullaby, lightning in my chest,
Mercy like a floodlight, cutting through their nets;
No flag on my faith, no border on my breath,
Love is the law here—life over death.
Turn up the low end, wash away their lies,
Choir on fire, truth is on the rise;
We won’t bow to idols carved in empire stone,
Heaven in the bass drum—bringing every captive home.

Life Over Death

no sleep 0:00
second hand you sleep 4:30
its my live 8:55
perfect 14:50
be with you 19:25
ok without you 23:32
play 28:35
the way 32:43
bad liar 37:30
sad sometimes 42:50
freedom 47:25
rivers flow in you 51:58
drive 56:10
my reflection 1:00:05
love is unbound 1:06:35
beautifull in white 1:11:05
stay with me 1:16:25
sunshine love 1:20:45
one in a million 1:25:52
baby dont go 1:31:19
brand new day 1:35:30
could you be mine 1:40:02
how do you do 1:45:00
if it wasnt for you 1:48:48
so far away 1:53:53
paradise 1:58:32
dora dora 2:2:54

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