LXVE

Fynn veveii X Inusin. 8TRIGRAMS64PALMS(prod.kilmonglue)

the Week

[Intro – Initialisierung]
Signal geladen.
Hänzi setzt Raster.
Atemdruck synchron.
Phonemarchitektur formt sich im Ton.


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[Vers 1 – Fundament der Stimme]
Ich sprech als Bauplan aus Klang und Maß,
jede Silbe ein Träger, strukturell und krass.
Ka-ta-sa-da, Luft formt Wand,
Atem vibriert, Architektur im Verstand.

Hänzi konstruiert Frequenzgerüst,
Basslinie zieht, wo Stimme fließt.
Jede Vibration trägt Geometrie,
Phonetik als räumliche Symmetrie.

Zunge moduliert, Gaumen reagiert,
Laut entsteht, der Raum pulsiert.
Ich sprech als Körper im Klangsystem,
Artikulation bleibt algorithmisch bequem.


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[Hook 1 – Struktur im Klang]
Phonemarchitektur, Stimme als Bau,
Hänzi legt Schichten im Frequenzstau.
Resonanz als Statik, Druck als Stein,
Phonetik konstruiert das Sein.


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[Vers 2 – Formantdesign]
Ich leg Vokale als Säulen ins Feld,
Konsonanten als Träger, präzise gestellt.
Pra-dra-tra-ka, rhythmisch gefügt,
jeder Laut mathematisch gefügt.

Hänzi modelliert Tiefen im Raum,
Klang bleibt konkret, kein akustischer Traum.
Formanten fließen wie Linien im Plan,
Phonetik als Architektur, die man hören kann.

Jede Silbe misst Spannung und Zeit,
jede Pause präzise, kein Laut verschneit.
Sprache gefasst wie Stahlbeton,
Artikulation als Strukturenton.


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[Hook 2 – Klangarchitektur]
Phonemarchitektur, Raster im Ohr,
Hänzi im Zentrum, die Stimme davor.
Klang wird gebaut, Bedeutung zerfällt,
Phonetik entwirft eine neue Welt.


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[Bridge – Atemlogik]
Einatmen: Bauenergie,
Ausatmen: Akustikgeometrie.
Atemdruck treibt Struktur nach vorn,
Phonetik bleibt der archaische Zorn.


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[Vers 3 – Raumakustische Formel]
Ich sprech in Volumen, gemessen und klar,
jede Schwingung trägt Information, wahr.
Ka-ra-ta-pa, symmetrisch gesetzt,
Klang als System, das sich selbst verletzt.

Hänzi reguliert Pegel im Kreis,
Resonanz zirkuliert, der Druck bleibt leis.
Ich berechne die Stimme im Spektrumfeld,
jede Schicht ein Algorithmus der Welt.

Formanten koppeln, der Körper singt,
doch kein Gefühl, das je gelingt.
Nur Präzision, Bewegung, Schall,
Phonemarchitektur, funktional.


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[Hook 3 – Dynamische Struktur]
Phonemarchitektur, Stimme im Bau,
Hänzi verschaltet die Layer genau.
Atem als Motor, Rhythmus als Stahl,
Phonetik bleibt mathematisch real.


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[Vers 4 – Resonanzgeometrie]
Ich sprech als Konstruktion aus Druck,
jede Pause berechnet, kein Zufallsstück.
Hänzi trimmt Raum, Bass zieht Spur,
Phonetik bleibt das Klangkontinuum pur.

Sprache kollabiert, Struktur bleibt stehn,
Resonanz bildet, was wir sehn.
Ich bin Bewegung, kein Subjekt,
Artikulation als architektonischer Effekt.


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[Outro – Abschluss der Matrix]
System schließt, der Ton verhallt,
doch im Raum bleibt’s kalt.
Hänzi stoppt Pegel, Daten verglühn,
Phonemarchitektur bleibt als Statik im Blühn.100 BPM, präziser Puls, tiefer Subbass, trockene Kicks, scharfe Hi-Hats. Architektur aus Klang: Schicht auf Schicht, mechanisch und klar. Glitch-Fragmente, modulierte Atemräume, streng rhythmisch, kühl, exakt.

ReimÆther - Phonemarchitektur 2.0

murder, been all in my mind and my dreams, 
i’m coming straight for your neck so don’t blink, blood in the bathtub, head in the sink, 
i promise you, your not as safe as you think, ~ cyberlxve 2018
i’m bouta die bitch i don’t need your ring 
attacking your conscience, like fuck what you think 
YOU DONE FUCKED UPP 
bitch get the fuck out my face, aye (BITCH
eye irritating, no mase , Aye   (MASE!) 
i don’t wanna think i wanna break, shit
don’t want your hearing i’ll take, it 
you done fucked up, it’s too late, shit 
drown in your blood, not a lake, shit

Kuromaku No Kage [Prod. me nigga, it’s “taco” in japanese]

Kanashi Koibito w/ Sad Nigga  [Prod. タコス]

Tāgetto o shibotta kojin
ターゲットを絞った個人
Lyrics: 

(this is the broken sound)
but the x-ray vision has no use unless the doors closed 
they’re out in the open, making me lose all control slow 
(of all of my frustration)
passed out on the couch 
my head is fucking leaking 
and i’m foaming from the mouth 
if this is what you wanted, well you surly got it now 
focused on my death and getting rid of my body 
w/o having to smell it, see it, believe it or break it down  

they want me to leave the fucking house in a distracted state 
i ain’t slept in bout 3 nights, no i ain’t ate in bout 3 days 
i cant even feel comfortable, electric running through my veins 
they tell me i’m crazy, dumb, retarded and in fucking sane 
what’s the point in running, when i’m trapped in all these fucking games 
these niggas stay stalking my moves, imitating my life, tryna copy and paste 
sorry if you thought i gave a fuck about yo fucking gang 
born into this, aye, yh... no i cannot fucking change.
they stealing my body, but my energy they cannot take 
sleeping on a setup, they make sure my body fucking aches.
sabotaged my hobbies, no i cannot get a fucking break.
no support and no muhfucking interest, when there is its fake 
i go missing for a night they panic 
they need me round so they can take advantage 
sad niggas up, make the other two vanish 
cuz they wanna see that collateral damage, aye 
they do not like that i’m standing 
wanted me dead since the time of commandments 
i put people in reverse like i’m dancing 
i know my life about to get messy, damn

this is the broken sound 
of all of my frustration 
no point in running now 
they know exact location
i’m barely eating now... 
guess i’ll die from starvation 
my body shutting down 
into an excavation 

i dedicate this song to x.

Targeted [Prod. Eichen]

🖤 Lyrics 🖤

i’m losing my fucking mind 
i think that i’m falling for you
i wasted my fucking time 
i think that’s why i still call you 
thinking of, falling out 
that’s not in my plans that’s all you 
why can’t i feel alive, 
i can’t play those games that’s all you 

drop top, brand new coupe 
ok... nigga  stop that shit 
i don’t give a fuck bout you, your ice or how much cash you get,  
it’s sound like im hating? oh...well 
that’s because i’m sad as shit 
demons want control of you 
when your born with them natural gifts 
i can die w/ no regrets 
i done fucked the baddest bitch 
i don’t take kindly to threats, ik these niggas mad as shit 
now they like lil taco why you always gotta spazz and shit 
bitch my name is cyberlxve i guess that shit don’t matter but 
just because i’m from a place 
DO NXT MEAN I LIKE THE PLACE 
if that shit was up to me, id slice off every fucking face 
bitch i just want you to taste 
the medicine you always shoved in my face 
fuck with your ears & then come for your brain 
promise i will not be leaving a stain.

NXT.4u [Prod. タコス]

Private Island Ocean [Prod. タコス]

🖤 LYRICS 🖤 

i'm on the ground, look who's bleeding now 
hearts broken down, there's no beating now x2

pull up tu the party in my fucking mask 
it’s time leave a nigga body in a duffel bag 
it’s time tu leave a nigga body right behind the trash can, i feel like a mad man 
i need a break, oh i might just go missing 
i'm living off changing and breaking the system 
they want me dead, since i'm tired of living 
i'll leave yuu hoes and yuur mind in a prison 

i cannot settle on face tats 
all of these rappers i’ve come replace have 
i come around and they shake fast 
drip on my body, so these niggas stay mad 
if i see a bitch , then imma take that 
i don’t even gotta a word, ik they hate that 
yu fuckers don’t ever wanna face facts 
everything yu know is lies take that

BLOODBATH! [Prod. Eichen, VIGGO, & Chen]

Scissors [Prod. @cyberlxve]

diva (Remix)

Yuh
Hold up
Bih
Let's go
Let's go
Yuh

She like how I talk
She like how I walk
Don't waste my time got my eyes on the clock
These niggas won't fight so I just bought a glock
I keep me some racks and I hide in my sock
Just pour me a drank and i'm sippin on wock
Put some holes in his body so he look like a croc
Don't come on my hood
Bih don't come on my block
These niggas ain't rappers I know they all talk

Hop in my bag
Askin why the niggas so sad
Dealin with me I gotta get to the racks
Messin with a big dog watch how I act uh,
Drinkin on a damn margarita
Uh messin with a bitch mamacita
Then it go skrrt on a bitch, you know
Ice on my neck, yeah this shit gon snow oh

When I walk in everybody know me
Do this on my own keep it low-key
Droppin these bombs like tobi
And I'm poppin' at these niggas like 4-D
Round round city in the hood
I remember way back smokin' on the woods
I ain't gon' stop till I see a couple racks
When I spend that money ima make it right back

Please do not fuck with my slattery,
I'll catch a battery
I got these oppas, they after me
Gang in an audi we cruisin
Fuck with the movement,
Squad rollin deep and we movin
Live like nigga no stress
Pray to the Lord every day I'm blessed
Smokin on gas, I can feel it in my chest
Got checks over stripes, I don't need no ref
Oh
Pushin' to start, don't need a key
Shawty want dick, told her say please
Lil bit of purple, all in my green
Me and six in the coupe, call it m16

Bow
Yuh
Yuh
Let's go, let's go, bitch

She like how I talk
She like how I walk
Don't waste my time got my eyes on the clock
These niggas won't fight so I just bought a glock
I keep me some racks and I hide in my sock
Just pour me a drank and I'm sippin' on wock
Put some holes in his body so he look like a croc
Don't come on my hood
Bih don't come on my block
These niggas ain't rappers I know they all talk

SCORPIO

starfox

starfox(prod.keiji)

@alkolonia_ - Love Injection (prod.alkolonia)

Prince Rosé - Conquerer’s Haki (Prod.TJ)

@templarmusik
overluuked & ignored 
the w0rld is ending.. but ok
solo.to/cyberlxve

Kuromaku No Kage [Prod. me nigga, it’s “taco” in japanese]

cyberlxve

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