Faire semblant est tout un Art. L’Art de dissimuler sa vulnérabilité, de mettre une armure. C’est derrière l’armure de « Délires d’une Mélomane » que KA BERRA, dans une ambiance orchestrale, rappe un storytelling intime mais universel : se cacher derrière des masques, des façades. Le refrain saisissant et incisif, au rythme entêtant ne vous laisse pas indifférents. « Délires d’une Mélomane » est le son qui vous donne l’énergie pour mieux affronter le monde !

Délires d'une mélomane

C.Marie is the heartfelt new rap album from West Hunt aka Banga, telling the story of a love that wasn’t supposed to work—but did. From the gritty streets of Flatbush, Brooklyn to building a family, this album takes you on a powerful ride through the life of a street-savvy hustler and the good-hearted woman who changed his world.

Opposites attract, but it’s the journey that defines real love. With raw lyrics, soulful beats, and street poetry, C.Marie blends vulnerability with Brooklyn toughness in a cinematic hip-hop love story you won’t forget.

🖤 This one’s for the real ones who believe in love through the struggle.

Wanna Know

G Herbo - Went Legit (Remix)

Toxic Lust

Be Mine

4REAL THE AFTERMATH

Dont Act LYDKM

Man down when we lurking,
most my nigga’s Purging
Done him when its urgent,
washed off with Detergent
In them Lanes, we was Swerving,
Billy he was Serving
Screamed but no-one heard him
If we pull up then its murder

We got Bine for a Pagan
Its Scars for a Traitor
Dead Communication
Charlie Chaplin at the Station,
Convert him to a Patient
Corn Medication
On his Block he was Stationed
Show no fear, no hesitation  

Bodies hit the Flo’
Yeah we Upping up the Sco’
Bine with a Pole
Heinz with the Smoke
Exorcise his Soul,
Pepper and Assault
Dead him into Nought
Omit to go to Court
Hit him with the Colt 
Body him for Sport x2

Send that nigga straight to Heaven
Up it then we Pivot
Prayers from his Breathen 
Yeah, we the One who Did it
He was Dead at Twenty-Seven
Never Second Guess Aggression
Put that nigga under Pressure
Wheeled him Off in a Stretcher

Blood Ooze from his Guts
Hell where he can Rot
Pull up (Pull up) to his a Block
And Pay his ass a Visit
Duppy him a Spirit
Red his Fucking Image
Then we Dead him in the Ditches 
Dead him with his Bitches in his Britches 

Bodies hit the Flo’
Yeah we Upping up the Sco’
Bine with a Pole
Heinz with the Smoke
Exorcise his Soul
Pepper and Assault
Dead him into Nought
Omit to go to Court
Hit him with the Colt 
Body him for Sport x2

Man down when we lurking,
most my nigga’s Purging
Done him when its urgent,
washed off with Detergent
In them Lanes, we was Swerving,
Billy he was Serving
Screamed but no-one heard him
If we pull up then its murder

We got Bine for a Pagan
Its Scars for a Traitor
Dead Communication
Charlie Chaplin at the Station,
Convert him to a Patient
Corn Medication
On his Block he was Stationed
Show no fear, no hesitation  


Gorelics [Demo]

all i do ☆ prod wigo

Yo, who can I trust?
When these ho’s filled with lust,
And the goons got the rust,
While the rest bread the crust,
Trust is a must,
Co-D ended up in the dust.
Day ones traded love for the sums,

Mums still got undying love for her son,
Gwendolyn Road had to duck from the guns,
In the slums, you are who choose,
Feeling like it’s me against whoever wanna lose,
Two two’s, I got loose screws,

Fake smiles and snake trials, I been through it,
Scavengers and reptiles, the savages intruding,
The war been brewing,
And Mohammed been slewing,
Friendship’s been ruined,
Now the German got a tint to it,

Yo, who can I trust?
When these ho’s filled with lust,
And the goons got the rust,
While the rest bread the crust,
Trust is a must,
Co-D ended up in the dust.
Day ones traded love for the sums,

Mums still got undying love for her son,
Gwendolyn Road had to duck from the guns,
In the slums, you are who choose,
Feeling like it’s me against whoever wanna lose,
Two two’s, I got loose screws,

Hoes on the prowl, can’t trust a Jezebel,
Game of thrones, just watch how the peasants fell,
Heaven or hell, you choose,
But untrustful plays, ways they got clues,
Tattoos just to break the rules,

Yo, who can I trust?
When these ho’s filled with lust,
And the goons got the rust,
While the rest bread the crust,
Trust is a must,
Co-D ended up in the dust.
Day ones traded love for the sums,

Mums still got undying love for her son,
Gwendolyn Road had to duck from the guns,
In the slums, you are who choose,
Feeling like it’s me against whoever wanna lose,
Two two’s, I got loose screws,

Can’t even trust a man’s handshake,
Gotta watch out for the sluts with the pancakes,
You can thank me later,
Somali with a hand gauge,
On a slaughtering campaign,
Body count worth the price of some champagne,

Yo, who can I trust?
When these ho’s filled with lust,
And the goons got the rust,
While the rest bread the crust,
Trust is a must,
Co-D ended up in the dust.
Day ones traded love for the sums,

Mums still got undying love for her son,
Gwendolyn Road had to duck from the guns,
In the slums, you are who choose,
Feeling like it’s me against whoever wanna lose,
Two two’s, I got loose screws,

Bad aim get buried alive,
Goons with a heavy device, cause a divide,
On wing, the 11’s out wide,
Offside, shotgun,
Not one that you find on the passenger side,
Envy and pride can lead to demise,


Chasing Euphoria [Demo]

Gbenga is an artist hailing from South London. 

Influenced by Kendrick Lamar, Sampha & Kanye West, his top-tier lyricism, virtuosic microphone command, and sharp conceptual vision consolidate his musical journey.