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Lights Down Low

🎆 HAPPY FOURTH TO THE INDEPENDENTS🇺🇸

This is Circadian Tuxedo — a 9-minute rap odyssey draped in heroism, beat alchemy, and lyrical fireworks. I’m Blane Bent, stepping out of Upstate New York like a silhouette under streetlight halos—four beat switches deep, running bar-for-bar through a sonic battlefield. Pure Instinct, hunger, heart, and a tux tailored for war.

🕶️ ACT IV – “Circadian Tuxedo (The Midnight Rebirth)”

We went from Final Form to being like water, completely Formless! Inspiration pulling from the Kingsman, and high level barbershop conversations! Synths that sound like satellites locking in as we prepare for the new Accel Synchro! I’m back in the tux—midnight black with clock hands sewn into the lapels. Every flow here is surgical.
I’ve adapted to the algorithm. I’ve danced with fatigue. I’ve mastered time zones and timelines.
This is the rebirth—an anthem for every overlooked artist who became their own revolution. America, meet your next top lyricist! 

We carefully stitched 4 beats together from @YbhBeats to the legendary @eMDee to pull off such a heroic harmony of sounds! I’m taking you all for a joy ride in a cinematic audio adventure. The official rap game Ryan Coogler & Michael B. Jordan with the top tier help from one of the best engineers on the planet, my ace in the race since I bust in raps in the space, no other than the legendary prolific @DBrownSounds ! 

🎨 THE VISUAL LANGUAGE OF “CIRCADIAN TUXEDO”
Crafted with extraordinary precision by my photographer and visionary art director @GetDesignsHere, the Circadian Tuxedo cover is more than an image—it’s a monument. A golden totem of ambition, heritage, and hip-hop royalty. 

At the center stands the BaBylissPRO trimmer, crowned and enshrined, doubling as Excalibur for the modern-day gladiator-barber-emcee. It’s flanked by two golden dragons, symbolizing duality—day and night, hunger and harmony, legacy and now. Their wings stretch upward, touching two vintage boom boxes, each like lion-throated guardians of sound, past and future.

Barber poles stand like divine columns, ancient yet modern, wrapped in the classic red, white, and blue—a nod to independence and culture. Golden scissors hover in symmetry, one side gripping a PlayStation controller (joy, childhood, escapism), the other suspending a pair of iconic retro kicks (hustle, grind, elevation).

From the clouds behind to the specks of confetti gold, every piece bleeds precision and pride.

This isn’t just cover art.
It’s a crown jewel.
A mural of identity.
A sonic armor tailored in digital gold.

Much love and pride to @GetDesignsHere for breathing life into this vision and curating every detail with an obsessive level of excellence. He didn’t just design a cover—he engraved a legacy. Salute to the alchemist behind the lens.

💈Blane Bent - Circadian Tuxedo (Prod By. Ybh Beats & eMDee)💈

Soulful 90s boom bap at 83 BPM — dusty drums, chopped vocal samples, and a warm nostalgic swing. Built for head-nods, cyphers, and storytelling vibes. Tap in if you love raw, classic hip-hop energy.

Pressure

“Till I’m Drunk & Confused” tells the story of someone trapped in a loop of regret — drinking to forget, but only finding the truth they’ve been avoiding. It’s a story about the moment when denial gives way to clarity, and the only person left to face is yourself. The lyrics walk that tightrope between self-awareness and self-destruction: “I’ll drink booze till I’m well past confused / It’s killing me that there’s just no use / You’re the one thing I had to lose to learn the truth about me.” The music stays bright and pulsing, almost defiant — an ironic counterpoint to the lyrics’ honesty. It’s heartbreak disguised as motion, confession wrapped in rhythm, self-reflection faces reality. Underneath the shine lies regret, loneliness, and hard-won self-awareness.

At its core, “Till I’m Drunk & Confused (So Lost Without You)” is a reflection on heartbreak, regret, and self-realization. The lyrics tell the story of someone who lost a relationship because of alcohol — and now uses that same alcohol to fill the silence.

Lines like
“I’ll drink booze till I’m well past confused”
and
“You’re the one thing I had to lose to learn the truth about me”
capture the emotional punch hiding beneath the track’s upbeat production. What makes it powerful isn’t the sadness — it’s the clarity that comes with it. The song dances its way through denial, self-blame, and eventual truth.

A bittersweet dance-floor confessional about losing someone, numbing the pain, and finally seeing yourself in the aftermath — ‘Till I’m Drunk & Confused’ turns heartbreak into motion.


'Till I'm Drunk & Confused

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New Song BAD4U By Bermuda Peedee
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Written By - Hezekiah Phillip, MECHE

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GRAVES! Ft. D1GITAL (prod. Riddick)

Lyrics:

22 years and the man that i looked up to disappeared
Time to switch gears
And the pain still seared in my veins
I feel like im worthless here
Nothing stay the same
And blame left stuck 
In my frame
Stay tucked
Til I bust into flames
All the cuts and decay
Stay clutched in my brain
Everyday that im stuck 
Take one to the face
Swear I feel numb
Swear I feel nothing at all
But the emptiness can break walls
And men
Will raise arms
And peons will die
And its beyond me
I know we wont survive
This shit in my mind
Gon leave me bed ridden
Bad vision
Everytime that I get out of bed its harassing me
Half of me
Dont even know what the fuck to believe like what the fucks happening
Man im a mess
Half of me dead other half is depressed
Like a stab to the chest let me bleed out
Blood drip
And the family cleaned out
No one left here hashing these things out
Why the fuck am I the one to deal
The bum deal
Its a cut that dont come concealed
Its unreal
How the pain stay stuck
Unhealed 
Its unfair
To the ones with their love unveiled
Its like
Nobody gonna stand a chance
The family wrecked
I cant act
cant pretend
And past tense
Well now way
Passed the point
I cant avoid 
Everything we had destroyed
Were so gone
And the life we lived is summed up
With no punchline
Punch the gut its undone
And no unwind 
Aint no line gone uncrossed
And the sun died
Aint no life goes unharmed

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