Name: D-SHOFAR by DDVLUX KAVOD in ddv and oopression
Duration: 5 min 55 s
Description: old school house mix with Afro-hop brings back this great classic back 😂🙏👍❤️👀

great rhythm and very good vocals production

Intro to my upcoming album Blood ,Sweat and Tears coming soon .Atleast early next year I promise.

ddv and oopression

Tell me that you want me 
Tell me that you need me
I'll come back

Tell me that you want me
Tell me that you need me
I'll come back

Seems like every time you shut the door
Something inside me needs you more
Calling to mind when you were satisfied
Those were the years when no one died

Tell me that you want me
Tell me that you need me
And I'll come back

Hoping one day that you'll be so kind
Either stay with me or sever the ties
Place your tiny slender hand in mine
These are the years when no one died

There are people that we've pushed away
You are lonely, that's why you stay
Money never mattered to me my love
But a little more of it would make us doves

Tell me that you want me
Tell me that you need me
And I'll come back

Running, Running
Running, Running away
Running, Running
Running, Running away

saving up the things

I’ll Come Back

I CARLY

ICARLY [*p. Staceycodone + co.p Bxbylee3x]

Half Hour photo

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A protest song after seeing people just throw rubbish out of a car window. Contains swearing.

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Kasi Rap connect with Afro-hop,  let it 🔥 ❤️😂🙏👍

AZITSHE BY RUFF T FT TOOLBOX AN KILLOR

Sparkle

Struggle song mix with Hip hop to create Afro-hop 🙏❤️👀

FIRE BRIGADE

old school house mix with Afro-hop brings back this great classic back 😂🙏👍❤️👀

D-SHOFAR

Little Flower

Triple C.Killer or Duke (AntiCommunist Cowboy Clown Killer) lies on the cold, unforgiving table, the harsh fluorescent lights above him feel too bright, piercing through the darkness of his past that he can’t escape. The straps dig into his wrists and ankles, a reminder of the control he once had over others, a power that now slips away like sand through his fingers. It is May 9, 1994, and he knows that time has ticked down to its final moments; the impending lethality of the injection looms larger than his regrets. Near him stands Father Tommy, but in the Duke's disturbed mind, he is more than a preacher. This is Tommy Zygote, the enigmatic founder of Thrashing Zombies. The Duke chuckles quietly, the irony of seeking solace from someone who might turn his story into a twisted anthem not lost on him. As the IV needle pierces his skin, the Duke feels an unsettling pang of vulnerability wash over him. Memories flood in: the faces of the boys, the laughter that filled his home, now mere echoes of a haunted past. Once a celebrated community figure, he now lies bare on this table with nothing but shame to adorn him. “Father,” he begins, words slurring with a mix of fear and catharsis. “I didn’t know I was lost until they started to disappear.” Each word scrapes against his soul. He recalls the terrible grip he had on life, snuffing out the lights of so many young men, intertwined with memories of a stunted childhood where the shadows of his father loomed large, twisted lessons learned through fear. Father Tommy listens, eyes piercing yet strangely understanding. The Duke’s mind drifts, racing through 1970s Chicago, the bustling streets, the secrets whispered behind closed doors, the nights when he donned clown makeup to entertain children. In stark contrast, he realizes his mind housed a jester’s facade that concealed a monster. Heat from the lethal cocktail intensifies as he begins to shake, heart pounding faster. “I wanted to be loved, Tommy,” he confesses, tears breaking through his bravado. “But all I found was this emptiness… this insatiable hunger that gnawed at me.” Each moment ticks by, the weight of time pressing upon him. The Duke remembers the thrill of a hunt, chilling highs that flickered like distant stars, only to fade into the bleak darkness he now inhabits. The taste of blood and betrayal intertwines in his mind, recollections morphing into nightmares swirling around him. “I don’t want to die, not like this,” he murmurs, voice shaky and uncertain. “I wish I could take it all back. I wanted to be someone… anyone.” The IV fluid drips steadily, pulse thrumming louder against the silence surrounding him. “Your sins can’t be unmade, but you can find peace if you truly seek it,” Father Tommy responds, his voice laced with an odd blend of compassion and authority, something the Duke didn’t expect from the man he imagined was merely a conduit to the afterlife. Conflicted emotions swirl; how could peace exist when he has sown chaos? The seconds stretch as if mocking him, every tick resonating within the confines of his torment. As the final wave of the drug courses through him, the Duke’s resolve softens; he feels a strange acceptance settle in, the fabric of his existence unthreading, revealing the faces of his victims one last time. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, not just to Father Tommy, but to the universe, to the innocent lives extinguished by his hands. The world fades, colors dulling like a scene from one of those horror films he admired. “Forgive me,” he whispers, surrendering to the oblivion that beckons him, drowning out the remnants of his broken psyche as death embraces him like a lover he never knew. In those final moments, the tortured mind of the Duke falls silent, enveloped in darkness, leaving behind only echoes of questions reverberating through the void. Tommy leaned down and sung, "You anticommunist motherfucker, Elizabeth Proctor was innocent".

What`s for breakfast

Tripple C Killer

Triple C.Killer.

Hey folks. My good friend Marcin is doing a fundraiser for Benny who is in need of funds for cancer treatment

This is the direct link to the fundraising page and your generosity would be most welcome by Benny and his family. This track here is not monetised this is just a little bit of musical love to help the cause

https://www.justgiving.com/page/marcin-man?utm_medium=FR&utm_source=CL

All major credit cards are excepted. When I donated myself the bit I could afford I used a throw away virtual card and all was in order and that might be a way of making it more worry free for you.

The family need to raise £393,000 ($525,000) for the treatment and they so far have 20% of that total so they could do with every bit they can to meet the substantial sum.

Thanks for your help, Carl

You Tube Jam here
https://youtube.com/shorts/-P7sAwsDKvU?si=kYS9SZoALRzbjzu8


Benny the Brave

Good medicine miracles
With your help
Brave Benny's great life
Love for life Earth dealt
Give us a hand so more future felt
Train treatment to tame
This hurdle he will melt

Benny can jump it
Yeah Benny got power
Good Benny,
The purest good boy of this hour
Most of us have enough
Maybe a little too much
Please part with the extra
Get Benny's smile locked

Be generous dream
Be family of fine
Compassion for simpler life we define
Be all the love that you can
Give Benny more say
Whatever you can

Big thanks from boy brave
Big thanks for the heart
Together, found future
A little help finds new start
Be generous dream
Be family of fine
Compassion for simpler life we define

Benny can jump it
Yeah Benny got power
Good Benny,
The purest good boy of this hour
Most of us have enough
Maybe a little too much
Please part with the extra
Get Benny's smile locked

Be generous dream
Be family of fine
Compassion for simpler life we define
Be all the love that you can
Give Benny more say
Whatever you can 🔆

Benny the Brave

NKWENKWE

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DDVLUX KAVOD is an Afro -hop artist from South Africa.  He is a song writer, producer and a vocalist. He can play different instruments including guitar, marimba and imbira.  He is also a beat maker, content creator and a Podcaster.  My email is availablebelow for collaborations or to work with me. You can follow me on all social media platforms @DDVLUX.  For business deals and bookings please kindly email me dumolwethudazel@gmail.com or inbox me here or on messenger. l have created #iam for independent artists to unite and support each other. Please check out the song called #iam under description page here.You can join my master class called Sitdown&Tshilex daily on TikTok between 3&6 : am.  if you want to invest in my music you can contact me on the email given above or join my street team. All relevant details are under the description page of my song called Pusha, here. For gifts or donations please use this FNB East London 212 bank account no : 63139967830 :DD Vokwana: branch code:210121, SWIFT CODE : FIRNZAJJ Thanks for stopping by, your support is greatly appreciated 🙏👍❤️✨️✨️✨️😂 you can inbox me your Facebook username to add you on my group or email address to add you on my mailing list...

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