RealClarity

So Heavy Freestyle

beat by bapop 
written by cal meloblu
vocal prod. by prodkeech

lyrics:

I miss when 
Thoughts would leave me alone
But then again
It wouldn’t hit the same at home 

If I didn’t 
Think a hundred miles a minute 
Think a hundred miles a minute
Think a hundred miles a minute 

Gotta keep my head up, head up
Even when this life kills
You’re fed up, fed up
Anxiety is what fills

You up, you up 
Especially when you sit still 
It’s tearing you up
Tearing you up

Anxiety went up, went up
Full of it, but it won’t spill 
I'm messed up, messed up
Thoughts on the floor left unsealed

I swept up, swept up
But I end up, end up
Swelled up, swelled up
As I stare up, stare up

As I stare up in the sky
My thoughts all realign 
I remember I can die
I hit that with a sigh (die)

I miss when 
Thoughts would leave me alone
But then again
It wouldn’t hit the same at home 

If I didn’t 
Think a hundred miles a minute 
Think a hundred miles a minute
Think a hundred miles a minute 

I miss when 
Thoughts would leave me alone
But then again
It wouldn’t hit the same at home 

If I didn’t 
Think a hundred miles a minute 
Think a hundred miles a minute
Think a hundred miles a minute

Hundred Miles A Minute

HUNDRED MILES A MINUTE

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OVERDOSE II 𖤐PROD. L.O.W.

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“Moneygate”  Hip Hop Cipher version
Moneygate is a sonic portrait of a woman named Moneca — or Monica — but known in the streets as Moneygate, a mythic figure who doesn’t chase power, she orchestrates it. She moves through vaults, empires, and silence like shadow and mist, leaving no footprints, only scandal, ritual, and coded influence.
Verse 1 paints her as a strategist cloaked in elegance — flipping boroughs, bending ministers, redesigning rules.
The hook reveals her terrain: she operates in the cracks, where silence is currency and truth gets taxed.
Verse 2 deepens her mystique — multiple passports, hidden accounts, embedded in systems yet never traceable.
The bridge reframes her: not just scandal, but system incarnate, a prism through which money flows.
Verse 3 links her to empire and colonial residue — she’s not just rich, she’s ritual and spiritual, headline of the hush.
The final hook and outro seal her legacy: she moves like mist, leaves myths, and rewrites the architecture of power.
It’s not a song — it’s a ciphered dossier.

Moneygate  #Hip Hop Cipher

FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN FREESTYLE x Tezza T - prod. MelvnRose

After finishing school mrlee 
Spent the following few  years aimlessly wandering Scandinavia in search of the fabled velvet love mitten.
Although the search for the elusive mitten was fruitless,
he spent his time collecting facial expressions in the hope of one day being able to use them to help create tongue twisting raps.
 The search for such varied expressions took him from the caspian sea to to wastelands of the bandit ridden balochi dessert.
After  many hours of soul searching he found no answer, with only his vast collection of expressions and his redman cassette for companions he decided it best to return to his native Yorkshire.
After returning he was branded an outcast and a fruity, so spent the next years in exile deep in the bowels of Scotland,   although the weather and food was bleak, the additions to the facial expression collection was outstanding, a pivotal point leading to the personification of the character we now know as Darealmrlee.
That said the collection wasn't complete enough for him to take his artistry to a satisfactory level, so once again he spread his wings this time to the rural North Poland to feast on soup made of goose blood and the worn expressions of a tormented yesteryear.


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