Lyrics & Arrangements By RegiB
Sounds & Resources By SONUS
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Lyrics & Arrangements By RegiB
Sounds & Resources By SUNO
Graphics By RegiB

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Black Cat Tongue

Oh, hey... oh, hey now...

My daddy's daddy wore the same worn boots
Walked the same hard ground, pulled the same dead roots
And I'm walking in their footsteps, can't outrun the sun
I'm a son of a son of a son! 

Oh, hey, oh, hey now

My grandfather's anger lives inside my chest
His father's restless sorrow won't let me rest
We're passing down the burden like a loaded gun
I'm a son of a son of a son

Oh, hey, we all are!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
We all strike the match and call it our survival
Breaking curses with our own hands' arrival
Burn the inheritance, rewrite the Bible!

I found my father's letters in a rusted tin
Read his father's words about the shape he's in
Same pain, different age, under the same burnin' sun
We're all sons of a son of a son

Oh, hey, oh, hey now

We're drinking from the well that made our fathers sick
Loving with the fists they used to throw and kick
But somewhere in this bloodline, something's got to give
We can't just die the way our grandfathers lived

Oh, hey, we've got to live!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
We all light a fire, make it archetypal
For the ghosts and their damn denial
Wash me in the truth till I feel the tidal!

My brother's got the same broken promises I keep
My cousin's got the rage that won't let him sleep
We're scattered cross the country but we're cut from the same cloth
Tryin' to wash out the stain our grandfathers never got off

I met a man who said, "Boy, you look just like your kin"
I said, "I know, sir, that's the fight I'm in"
But I'm learning I can love where they could only run
I'm a son of a son of a son

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
Someone tell the old men it's about survival
For the sake of our sons and our sons' rivals
We're breaking the cycle, call it generational revival!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
Someone sing it loud, make it our arrival
For the hurt and the long denial
Lay me down in a field of hope and let the healing go viral

Gather close now, feel the weight
We're the ones who change the fate
I'm a son of a son of a son
I'm a son of a son of a son
I'm a son of a son of a son

Son Of A Son

Beat Producer: Xwhisky, Amiaa Talkdown

Visual Manager: Arshia Salehi, Ramin Parastesh, Soheyl rostamzadeh, Aryan Abbasi

Mix & Mastering: Fedigz

Supervisor Record: Xwhisky

Marketing: Sajad Allahyari, Reza Parastesh

cover art : Mohamad Rahimi, Aryan Abbasi

Distribution: Sajad Sahifi

Music Producer : HeroSina

Executive Producer: Rap Star

GAMAS GAMAS

This Is The Millennium Of Violence

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TURN UP OR DIE is not just an album — it’s a warning.
This project is built for chaos, volume, and raw energy. No compromise. No silence. Either you turn up… or you disappear.

Driven by explosive beats, brutal rhythms, and an aggressive vocal presence, TURN UP OR DIE captures the essence of crunk, club rage, and street domination. Every track is designed to hit hard, shake speakers, and ignite crowds — from dark clubs to festival stages.

The album reflects a mindset: loud confidence, rebellion, pressure, and survival in a world that only listens when you scream. No fake positivity, no soft moments — just intensity, attitude, and power.

TURN UP OR DIE is made for those who live fast, move loud, and refuse to fade into the background.
This is music for the pit, the club, the streets — where volume is respect and silence is defeat.

Turn it up.
Or die.

LOW TALK

suffocating cyber-nightmare of glitchcore, digital hardcore, and voidwave decay. Detuned synths stutter like corrupted prayers under layers of tape hiss and distant emergency sirens. The kick drags itself forward, crushed and half-time, as if wounded. Fractured 8-bit arps flicker and collapse, swallowed by tectonic sub-bass that rattles bone. A trip-hop beat sets the stage with lush orchestral strings and atmospheric pads, building a cinematic intro. Trap hi-hats and 808s drive a deep, punchy Memphis groove. Southern rap verses flow with orchestral stabs, while explosive, gospel-tinged choruses break into dubstep drops and choral swells. Ghostly, soulful baritone vocals command, blending the grit and intimacy of a live gospel revival with dark R&B edge, layering live crowd responses and organ runs to evoke a world-changing, electrifying experience.

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