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Dictator Dreams is a spoken-word fever dream wrapped in LoFi textures and clouded beats – a slow-burning manifesto where fantasy, satire, and raw political undercurrents collide.

Built around hypnotic repetition, warped maps, and a surreal sense of power-play, the track blends the intimate pacing of LoFi Hip-Hop with the atmospheric haze of Cloud Rap and the directness of alternative spoken flow.

It’s a sound both playful and disturbing – evoking the ease with which borders can be redrawn, histories rewritten, and nations renamed.

Between absurdity and critique, Dictator Dreams reminds us that you shouldn’t rename maps, blackmail allies, roll out red carpets for dictators out of personal greed, turn armies against your own people or support attacks against the own alliance...

Flags at half-mast for a far-right buddy, but not a word about the 11-year-old boy shot in the back during a prank... 🤔

Both is bad but I would have clearly preferred the child! It seems to be easier to spread some more hate and blame plotical enemies than to do blame own fans or voters...^^

Genre: Political Cloud Rap, LoFi Experimental Hip-Hop, Conscious Rap

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Dictator Dreams

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#Lofi #Chill #Aggressive #Raw #Fire #DarkMelodic

dragon (2025 Edit)

Can’t Shake it

Darrell P on the production with an amazing vocal contribution once again from Frank Zozky's studio. A perfect song all around. It's cuffing season and this song is the catalyst. Whether you want to get romantic with your boo or get the attention of the one that has caught your eye, trust me this is that song. 

Be Mine

Yo, mischievous ways, grouped in with the slaves,
In the home of the brave, still we fight to get paid.
These lemons ain’t make lemonade, we still misbehaved,
Can’t stand to get waved, decisions haunt us to the grave.

In this heat wave, who’s to say,
We can’t make it to the championship game?
Peep how she slay, in her own gorgeous way,
Jada to my will, but still we serenade.

Are there angels at heaven’s gate? If so, I’ll wait,
Bets on the parle, women of the night can’t relate.
Just lived through the coldest May, pray we don’t skate,
My niggas caught up with Jakes, gotta communicate.

This cold world need the sun to exist,
First day at school, gave her son a parting kiss.
If he ain’t make it to the honor list, who gives a shit?
Scholarships evaporate, like dreams they just quit.

Yo, mischievous ways, grouped in with the slaves,
In the home of the brave, still we fight to get paid.
These lemons ain’t make lemonade, we still misbehaved,
Can’t stand to get waved, decisions haunt us to the grave.

In this heat wave, who’s to say,
We can’t make it to the championship game?
Peep how she slay, in her own gorgeous way,
Jada to my will, but still we serenade.

Oh, you poor? Cry me a river of doubt,
Believe in the thieves feedin’ fam beyond south.
Seems like they figured it out, found a different route,
Loaf with the trout, I’m talkin’ money in the clout.

Pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Protect your health, keep your wealth on the lay low.
These angels never came with a halo,
Friends you can trust? Can you name those?

Yo, mischievous ways, grouped in with the slaves,
In the home of the brave, still we fight to get paid.
These lemons ain’t make lemonade, we still misbehaved,
Can’t stand to get waved, decisions haunt us to the grave.

In this heat wave, who’s to say,
We can’t make it to the championship game?
Peep how she slay, in her own gorgeous way,
Jada to my will, but still we serenade.

This the life we live, the breed we were born,
Protection from elders, yeah, that shit kept us warm.
In them dorms, had to go against the grain,
Till death do we swear, endure all this pain.

Tryin’ to make change, but it don’t register,
From the cradle to the grave, we fight competitors.
Deficits led us to loan shark creditors,
Through trials and tribulations, we elevate, forever...

Yo, mischievous ways, grouped in with the slaves,
In the home of the brave, still we fight to get paid.
These lemons ain’t make lemonade, we still misbehaved,
Can’t stand to get waved, decisions haunt us to the grave.

In this heat wave, who’s to say,
We can’t make it to the championship game?
Peep how she slay, in her own gorgeous way,
Jada to my will, but still we serenade.

Are there angels at heaven’s gate? If so, I’ll wait,
Bets on the parle, women of the night can’t relate.
Just lived through the coldest May, pray we don’t skate,
My niggas caught up with Jakes, gotta communicate.

This cold world need the sun to exist,
First day at school, gave her son a parting kiss.
If he ain’t make it to the honor list, who gives a shit?
Scholarships evaporate, like dreams they just quit.

Yo, mischievous ways, grouped in with the slaves,
In the home of the brave, still we fight to get paid.
These lemons ain’t make lemonade, we still misbehaved,
Can’t stand to get waved, decisions haunt us to the grave.

In this heat wave, who’s to say,
We can’t make it to the championship game?
Peep how she slay, in her own gorgeous way,
Jada to my will, but still we serenade.


The Forever Story [Demo]

Yo, my eyes lost in the inner black,
Lookin' at the world, lyin' on her back,
Feel alone, I’m a ghost until heaven crack,
Sittin' through turbulence, sirens fade, no slack.

Words get personal, cuttin' deep like a knife,
You see the heart on my sleeve, yeah, I let it bleed life.
Feel me in the streets, my spirit don’t sleep,
Too many left with the promise lost, feelin' weak.

Time ain't borrowed, for some, it took what’s ours,
What’s your head worth? Mum said it’s knowledge that empowers.
I don’t care ‘bout your P’s, news talkin' 'bout losses,
I’m comin' at ya raw, expressions twist like bosses.

Time heals all? That’s a temporary blessin’,
Anxiety’s hands caressin’, man, it’s a messin’.
Pain cut deeper than a dance in quicksand,
On my bojangles, two-steppin', tryin’ to stand.

I hope you lookin' for somethin' more than what's lost,
Only when it rains, it pours, feel that cost.
Faces in the stars, hard to see 'em align,
I just wanna be, be, be, lost in a paradise line.

Zonin' where sirens bleed, yo, can you perceive?
I’m tryna breathe, can’t you see? I just need to leave.
This my type of violence, silence killin' sounds,
Remind ‘em we ain't comin' from these struggling towns.

Hold fear in my heart, metal past in the dark,
In an ark, I’m driftin’, past participle, no spark.
Too many kids die young, trapped in the ghetto,
Pinocchios all around, where the hell’s Geppetto?

Sirens still fall down, petals drown in the blood,
So much crimson, crazy mind scratchin' through the mud.
Fuck the darkest, grace my face on guts and garters,
Full blood, twisted martyr, man, I miss my father.

So I hope you lookin' for somethin' raw, somethin' real,
When it rains, it pours, that’s just how we feel.
I’m lost in the inner black, yeah, that’s the deal,
But my spirit don’t sleep, I just yearn for the heal.

Yo, my eyes lost in the inner black,
Lookin' at the world, lyin' on her back,
Feel alone, I’m a ghost until heaven crack,
Sittin' through turbulence, sirens fade, no slack.

Words get personal, cuttin' deep like a knife,
You see the heart on my sleeve, yeah, I let it bleed life.
Feel me in the streets, my spirit don’t sleep,
Too many left with the promise lost, feelin' weak.

Time ain't borrowed, for some, it took what’s ours,
What’s your head worth? Mum said it’s knowledge that empowers.
I don’t care ‘bout your P’s, news talkin' 'bout losses,
I’m comin' at ya raw, expressions twist like bosses.

Time heals all? That’s a temporary blessin’,
Anxiety’s hands caressin’, man, it’s a messin’.
Pain cut deeper than a dance in quicksand,
On my bojangles, two-steppin', tryin’ to stand.


Silhouettes [Demo]

TODAYIGOTTIME Ft. 8BALL

In the Flesh Prod. SBGtrae

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.