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My Girl

rap, guitar, bass mixing and mastering Minister Julius

Buzz Lords - Pawn

New R&B instrumental from JSC Beats—perfect for rappers, producers, and fans of raw urban sound. This rap beat features a smooth Blues, soul and chill vibe. Ideal for freestyle rap, vocal recording, beat tapes, or chill background vibes. Whether you're spitting bars, crafting a track, or curating a playlist, this hip hop beat delivers pure underground energy.

A Whole Lot (Instrumental)


You move like whiskey on my skin,
Slow and rough, you pull me in.
Your breath is smoke, your eyes confess,
Every lie tastes like a kiss.

Pre-Chorus
You got that look that burns through bone,
And I’m too far gone to go home.

Chorus
I wanna taste your sweet sin,
Let the dirt crawl under my skin.
You’re the reason angels fall,
And I don’t mind at all.


You talk like thunder, low and mean,
Your shadow stains my every dream.
You wear temptation like perfume,
And I’m the ghost inside your room.

Pre-Chorus
A little pain, a little thrill,
You break me slow, I love it still.

Chorus
I wanna taste your sweet sin,
Let the dirt crawl under my skin.
You’re the reason angels fall,
And I don’t mind at all.


Black lace and gasoline,
A sinner’s hymn, a fever dream.
You’re poison wrapped in velvet skin,
And baby, I’m breathing you in.


I wanna taste your sweet sin,
Let the dark come creeping in.
You’re the reason angels fall,
And I don’t mind…
no, I don’t mind at all.

Sweet Sin

Crimson Throne of Wonderland

Fede eterna

Inspired by Grace Jones "I've Seen That Face Before"

I play some beautiful piano hooks as well hope you like them.

"The Message"

I wrote the song "Earn It Up" because I needed to shout out the truth I’ve learned about life: nothing truly valuable is ever just handed to you. I’m tired of the idea of entitlement; I wanted to create an anthem for the grind—for the people who understand that the deepest satisfaction comes not from an easy win, but from the effort and struggle it takes to get there. Whether it's respect, a major career goal, or simply peace of mind, my song celebrates the feeling of looking back and knowing you worked for, and truly deserve, every good thing you have. It's a reminder that we have to step up and earn our way forward.

Original lyrics & vocals

(Verse 1) You want the easy route, the cheat code, the hack? 
Lemme tell you now, there's no going back. 
See the real currency? 
It ain't digital, friend, 
It's the hours that you put in right up to the end.
 You gotta trade sweat for the comfort you crave, 
The cash in your pocket is the effort you save 
From nobody else. It's the grit and the grind, 
Every dollar you spend leaves a day of work behind.

(Chorus) No handouts, no silver spoons, no magic trick— I'm here to remind you, and I'll say it quick: 
The bills won't disappear with a hopeful thought, If you want the reward, then the battle must be fought.

You gotta literally work for your money, fam. 
No fantasy ledger, no elaborate scam. 
From the first light to last light, you pay the cost, 
'Cause the money you get is the time you have lost
If you didn't put the hours in, then that bank ain't real,
You gotta roll up your sleeves and show 'em how you feel.

(Verse 2) I ain't talkin' about luck,
 I ain't talkin' 'bout dreams, 
I'm talkin' spreadsheets, 
blueprints, and welding the seams. 

I'm talkin' coffee and silence when the city is sleepin', 
While the rest of the world is too busy keepin' Up with the rumors, 
the flashes, the cheap, easy lies, I'm building the empire right in front of their eyes.
You see the result and you call it "overnight flow," 
But you missed the five years of planting the seeds down low. 
You missed the budget-cuts, the pressure, the cost, 
Every lesson I learned was a battle I lost— 
And then conquered. So save all your wishes and shouts, 
This ain't complicated, it's just about putting the hours out.
Yeah, you gotta literally work for your money, fam. 
No fantasy ledger, no elaborate scam.
From the first light to last light, you pay the cost, 
'Cause the money you get is the time you have lost. If you didn't put the hours in, then that bank ain't real, 
You gotta roll up your sleeves and show 'em how you feel.

No handouts, no silver spoons, no grace, I look life straight back in the face. You get what you claim, you get what you earn, This is the only lesson that you need to learn. I built this myself, there's nobody else.

Produced in the ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Earn It Up

À bientôt

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Im 21, I love making music, and I'm gonna leave a mark on this world.
email me if you have anything you wanna ask or tell me: 
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