MJ (prod. Jíar)

Uwe Barschel (* 13.05.1944, † 11.10.1987) was a German politician of the CDU. He was Minister President of Schleswig-Holstein from 1982 to 1987 after serving as a state minister. After a scandal that arose during the 1987 state election campaign, which caused a sensation as the Barschel affair, led him to resign, he was found dead in the Beau-Rivage Hotel in Geneva on October 11, 1987. The circumstances of Barschel's death are still disputed today.

Barschel was good-looking, charismatic, eloquent and struck a pleasantly moderate tone for a CDU politician. And at 38 he was the youngest head of government of a German state at the time. Also Barschel received the Bambi media award in 1986.

Uwe Barschel

Hey everyone, I'm here to share with you a song that's really important to me. It's about the complexities of power and greed, specifically referencing Trump's actions towards Iran. In my view, Trump's greed is what drove his decisions, and this song is a reflection of that. The lyrics explore themes of war, exploitation, and the distortion of truth for personal gain. I believe Trump's actions were motivated by self-interest rather than a genuine concern for national security or global stability. This song is my way of expressing those feelings and sparking conversation about the impact of greed on our world. 

This song was sparked by an article I read on Facebook that I agree with 100% by a very wise man... Dr. James Greenberg...
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02hgXKdsJUFeD7A5iQSfKMRnpEozdsCNPryHCUYsQ72tyUwbU79iH76q2FDjWe2gifl&id=1027639898&mibextid=ZbWKwL 


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Missiles fly while the markets climb,
Smoke and blood for a headline shine.
They say it's justice, they say it's right,
But the truth’s in the deals signed late at night.
No noble cause, just power in disguise,
Wrapped in flags and televised lies. 

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t defense, this is theater,
Every bomb, a crown for the cheater. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Verse 2]
He bombs abroad to silence here,
To cloak the courts and fuel the fear.
Commanding cameras, not battlegrounds,
Just spectacle sold in surround sound.
Every blast a bid for grace,
While justice chokes in a shadowed place. 

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t defense, this is theater,
Every blast makes the tyrant cleaner. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Verse 3]
Civil rights in the crosshairs now,
Dissent is danger, we’re disavowed.
Enemies foreign, enemies near—
He draws no line, just feeds on fear.
Survival’s his script, spectacle his law,
Empires fall to the sound of his draw. 

[Bridge]
So raise your voice before it’s banned,
Before protest turns to contraband.
This ain’t just bombs across the sea—
It’s a war on truth and on you and me.
From border walls to airstrike flames,
It’s profit dressed in patriot names. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Chorus – Final]
It’s war by design, the rich never die,
Just stack their stocks while mothers cry.
It’s theater, blood-soaked and raw,
A strongman’s bid to dodge the law.
Don’t call it defense, don’t call it pride—
It’s power feeding genocide. 

[Outro]
So light no candle, sound no hymn,
This war ain't ours—it’s built for him.
And when the smoke clears, what will remain?
Just silence, fire… and profit from pain.

Fire for Profit

Here’s a full-length dark melodic mumble rap trap anthem paying homage to Colorado, weaving in weed culture, astral elevation, immigration struggle, inflation stress, and the metaphor of a toxic relationship — all wrapped in a spaced-out, reflective, melodic vibe with that mumble rap cadence.



MILE HIGH MINDSET

2 - LOUD

came from them ruined ruins, here to muthafuckin ruin,
not givin a fuck or two shits to lit to lit,
went from sleeping on the floor, to muthafuckin florescent,
leave em second gussin bitches double checkin back peddlin asking bout him,
so i introduce them to the business,
this this this dick,deviant,
demolish astonish, on these toxins, intoxicated talking nonsense,

orgasm like the holy ghost lightning bolt, go at it like animals,
el chamucko contra chupacabra,
exorcism exorcise them deamons,
she said man fuck a mixtape u should start a religion, ha yuh,
fuck these flip floppin fans,
I need me sum dispels thats down to roll, down even when the wheels won’t roll,
unlode all the ammo ,then start chunking pistols,
step-in in this bitch like your body is the temple,
I’m Ment to infuse with you,
intended to get all up in them intestines ,
in him sense gods existences,
nd with all the time spent,
thoughts infested dreams infected,
all up under your skin .nerves get to jump in , at the mention,

Making her fuckin promise me, to meet me,
at the after party in after life,
like for old Times sakes,
one last time,
how bout you open them pearling gates ,
and let me inside, inside.

outside out outsiders, outa control ,
weirdos,
fuckin sick and sickanin,
on medicine,
weed on Billy Jean,
tucked in my jeans
beaner on beans,
tryna get a taste of her jelly beann..Daniii.

Beaneerrr on them Beannss!!

Para escuchar la versión con MV https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/de-noche-en-el-puerto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/de-noche-en-el-puerto-modo-dorico

De noche en el puerto

El viento imita con pesar
la queja de un bebé al llorar
y choca contra el malecón.

El faro ilustra con su luz
a un marinero ante una cruz
que de rodillas ora con fervor.

Estribillo

Las olas van susurrando
sonidos que van narrando
un cruel enigma del reino abisal.

La arena lo va escuchando
 y con cuidado guardando
pues entiende que es confidencial.

-----------------------

La luna dejar de mirar
la imagen que le ofrece el mar
pues no se llega a reconocer.

La calma acaba por llenar
el alma de una extraña paz
y la razón se deja mecer.

Estribillo

At night in the port

The wind sadly imitates
the lament of a crying baby
and crashes against the seawall.

The lighthouse illuminates with its light
a sailor before a cross
who kneels and prays fervently.

Chorus

The waves whisper
sounds that narrate
a cruel enigma of the abyssal realm.

The sand listens
and carefully guards it
because it understands it is confidential.

-----------------------

The moon stops looking
at the image the sea offers
because it cannot recognize itself.

Calm eventually fills
the soul with a strange peace
and reason allows itself to be rocked.

Chorus

De noche en el puerto AC

Msfbrownie - Gone Away.m4a

“Dead Inside / Fell Again”

A two-part sonic journey that drifts from numb isolation into stylish melancholy, “Dead Inside / Fell Again” blends airy ambient synths with hard-hitting 808s in a seamless emotional shift.

Part I – “Dead Inside” floats in slow, spacious production, with auto-tuned, slurred vocals painting a portrait of spiritual exhaustion and emotional detachment. The narrator is adrift in silence, haunted by past sins, refusing to open messages that don’t bring peace, and watching time slip away without feeling love.

Part II – “Fell Again” hits with a beat switch — heavier bass, tighter bounce, and a moody confidence. The delivery turns more melodic-rap, lacing designer flexes and anime nods over pain-drenched imagery. Ghosted calls, fake love, and rearview memories blur into a stylish but lonely ride, where even in loss, the glow remains.

The track balances vulnerability with swagger, evoking late-night drives, city lights in the rain, and the quiet resilience of surviving heartbreak while keeping your drip immaculate.

DEAD INSIDE / FELL AGAIN

So In Love Wit You/ Cant Get It (prod. silo)

Sto iniziando a capire perché sono al mondo , sto raccogliendo i pezzi , sto rinascendo .

Adal - Pezzi di io

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