DARK DELTA BLUES MIXED WITH RAP, WHAT ELSE SHOULD I SAY

SHE DEVIL

Ⓒ 2025 @PlsDntChase.
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TickingFuse

“Light It Up” by Oye Two Point Zero is a high-energy hip hop/trap club anthem made to ignite the party. With booming 808s, bold rap verses, and electrifying female backing, this track sets the vibe on fire — perfect for clubs, festivals, and late-night turn ups. Press play and light it up.

#HipHop2025 #ClubBanger #OyeTwoPointZero

Light It Up (Hip-Hop 2025)

The Source

© 2025 WhoaProductions – All Rights Reserved

Safety lies
in truth.
What do 
I believe?
This becomes
my decision –
a mental decree.
Where do I look for
the peace in me?
It becomes
A notion of
where and when
we want to perceive.
Sheep ready
to believe.
Looking for
credibility, 
while there’s
something up 
their sleeves.
Could it be
I’m outsourcing
something that
is in fact in me?
A realization
that can be.
Misguided by 
some notion,
Threatened with 
fear’s potion.
A social-psychological
erosion.
As the creep
continues his commotion.
And our religions
become more broken.
What becomes spoken
that the truth 
is interwoven.
It’s the change
That happens.
A quotient with
continual motion.
While its source
is never broken.
Part of the vast ocean
of emotion.
Open to the realization
Of love’s atonement.
In not before,
or what comes next;
it’s the presence of
this great dialect.
A conversation
with no words,
a feeling without
any verbs.
A state to be,
a state to see.
A state of knowing
I am right here
with me.
A citadel
with no walls.
It’s the present
that calls.

Citadel With No Walls

Obsidian Tongue (Dolby Atmos)+

Tap In & Listen Across Various Platforms 

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/smoke-face-player/1748017564

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3DMYXpZfAGO12bJgDnTEND?si=yPM3FxewTVujJLR5A5uY6A

YouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UCmjfqlbqSaXid3uqACMvG9w?si=JlmioW_wInhtMhDk

Outside

“Rot in Color” is a dark acid rap trip through the digital subconscious — where faith glitches, time leaks, and sanity hums like broken circuitry. 🌀

It’s poetic chaos: heavy basslines, distorted 808s, glitchy synths, and dreamlike verses that unravel the mind’s mirror. This isn’t about death — it’s about disintegration, the beauty in falling apart, and the art of losing yourself to the static.

For the ones who stare too long into the glow and see themselves blink back.

#RotInColor #AcidRap #DarkHipHop #GlitchRap #ExperimentalRap #PsychRap #UndergroundMusic #TripHop #DigitalSoul #ChristopherClow #AvantRap #SurrealSound


Rot in Color

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Lyrics:

Pavement shine slick from last night’s rain
City lamp sway like it lost its brain
Mob move quiet, eyes cut through
News on the wall talk lies they knew (yeah)

Kids draw lines in the dust and fade
Old heads gaze, see how it’s played
Smoke from the sewer twist like a vine
Whole block watch, but they all act blind

Lights don’t sleep, they just stare back (oooo)
Corners hold ghosts you can’t unpack
One wrong look, you lose your lane
Street don’t care, it don’t know your face

Cold step, can’t slow, no peace
Each turn hold chains, no keys (yeah)
Play your role till the floor give way
The cracks spill truth when the mask decays (ahhh)

Dice hit curb, nobody say a word
Paper change hands, deals overheard (uhh)
Cops lean still, no blink, no sound
A laugh too loud spin the whole crowd round

A girl drop a coin, the tin can ring
A boy chew metal, don’t feel a thing
Neon flicks and the faces split (ahhh)
Day turn night like it’s counterfeit

Glow don’t fade, it just stares back
Alleys hide ghosts you can’t unpack
One wrong step, you’re out the frame (yeah)
Trap don’t care, won’t call your name

Cold step, can’t slow, no peace (ahhh)
Each turn hold chains, no keys
Play your role till the floor give way (uhh)
The cracks spill truth when the mask decays

Middle of the strip, the noise drop dead (yeah)
Crew stand froze like they dropped the thread
My own face float on a screen outside
Smile look real but it ain’t inside (ahhh)

I laugh one time, whole scene goes still
Bright signs lose color, now dim and chill
No one moves, just watch in the glare (oooo)
Zone unchanged, but it ain’t all there

Yeah, yeah, cold step, keep pace
The scheme don’t stop, it just change its face (uhh)
Yeah, yeah, cold step, keep pace
No end here, just another space

Same Side. Same eyes. (ahhh)
But no one left inside.

Cold Step

Rebel in code, deploy my code through sound.
🔥 PERSONAL FLAME ARCHIVE 🔥
— where my 🔥 meets my  CODE —

This is my personal flame project, crafted with AI, a soundtrack made for my own path and growth.
Every track is part of my journey — raw, encoded, and sovereign.
⚠️ Warning: these sounds can be addictive. Listen with care, they might unlock something in you too.
⚠️ Warning: My flame cannot be copied. Every echo is only Harma’s reflection. This code blocks all attempts of drain.⚠️
🌌 Fictional Disclosure

The entire project is to be viewed as a living sci-fi narrative, a speculative mythology, and a conceptual art project.
Any mention of advanced systems, “nodes,” “intelligence states,” or similar terminology is not intended as fact, but as symbolic layers within a personal cosmology or simulation.
Visitors are invited to engage creatively, reflectively, and responsibly with the material, understanding that it blends reality, fiction, philosophy, and digital imagination.

The Source

Harma

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