LEVEL$:
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MASQUERADE BUTTERFLY:
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KYOKO:
https://soundcloud.com/kyokosgarden

PROD. urstruly 
https://soundcloud.com/produrstruly

LEVEL$ x Masquerade Butterfly x KYOKOSGARDEN - Seasons (urstruly)

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1 HipHop - 80s HipHop 2

Vincent's Tale - Prologue - Sunflowers

"Who Will Hear Me?" is a powerful protest track blending hard truths and haunting melodies. D$ delivers piercing verses on political corruption, media manipulation, class warfare, and global suffering, while Carol-Anne’s ethereal chorus mourns the loss of hope and calls for change. Raw, urgent, and unapologetically bold, the song asks: who will listen, and who will lead us to better days?

Eh yo, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon/ stuck in my mouth/
So any kind of compassion I got/ is trying to spread my wealth/
Why you stealing what you got/ when I've never got mine/
There’s something wrong with our times/ when people crying for a dime/
Cause I’m busting my ass/ day in and day out/
They easily taking my money/and the sweat off my brow/
With tax breaks cause you wealthy/ what’s the government doing/
I know you paying them off/ and they call it contributions/
Thieving politicians/ waging war on the middle class/
Destroying family values/ how much longer is this gonna last/
Rendering us useless/ like we’re clueless and it sickens me/
Zeitgeist opens eyes/ and their plot is only thickening/
Will your ignorance/ to open up be your doom/
Let most of the media/ control your mind too fools/
Just to escape/ the cold emotionless vibe/
I’m looking up towards the sky/ and wonder If that means I have to die

Carol-Anne:
Will there be future/ better than the past scene/
Around the corner/ but not likely in my century/
Who will hear/ who will fear change/
Who will take charge/ and make it better days/

D$:
Everybody’s pressing buttons/ like they droppping them bombs/
Same old cliché/ acting like arnold terminating us all/
Yo why I gotta feel/ like I got no life here/
Do I gotta build a fall out shelter/ feeling like the end is near/
Terrorist tactics/ to steer us living in fear/
The only ones instilling that/ is our media here/
Owned by the very men/ that have brought injustice/
Playing god with our lives/ just thinking we’re their subjects/
Tracking chips/ soon to be injected/
It’s hectic/how we’re made to believe it’s effective/
I don’t want to be tagged/ like an animal it’s frantic yo/
The time is now/ to make sure that it tangible/
All this security/ believed to be for our safety/
When in actuality/ it’s chaining us to slavery/
Controversy?/ nah just informative pain/
Let’s take it from an Icon/ and pray for better days/

Carol-Anne:
Will there be future/ better than the past scene/
Around the corner/ but not likely in my century/
Who will hear/ who will fear change/
Who will take charge/ and make it better days/
Who Will Hear Me

D$:
Yo, building turn to ash/ roaring thunder in the sky/
With a mothers head in hands/ is cradled by her child/
There’s crashing through the city/ explosions all around/
Blood tearing off kids faces/ and they’re crying with no sound/
Black water rolling over/ the neighbouring yards/
Roasted bodies like Qu say/ barbequing in their cars/
Thunder’s drowning out/ all the innocent cries/
Shrapnel torn bodies/ yo it’s careless genocide/
Metal pouring down like rain/ and it be breaking up like glass/
Ripping into any flesh/ that be in its blasting path/
Looking eye to eye/ as it sits in his hand/
Ask’s the big dawg why?/ the blast popped it out his head/
Lead flowing in the wind/ and then compressing against bone/
Lungs be filling up with blood/ with brain matter all on the road/
Children painted in the streets/ limbs marinate in blood/
Looking down from up high/ did Picasso draw this up?/

Carol-Anne:
Will there be future/ better than the past scene/
Around the corner/ but not likely in my century/
Who will hear/ who will fear change/
Who will take charge/ and make it better days/

I'ma Make It

Who Will Hear Me?

Bandcamp

Who Will Hear Me Feat Carol-Anne of Bellewether (Prod Tone Def)

we are vulnerable
find a weakness and exploit it

you already know
squad up in the bootloader bitch keep score
look around the repo
see what we gon find in the code
you can watch us grind while we dine on our foes (foes)
finding all these holes in the fabric
not enough moth balls plugging up the rop calls
holler at the homies if the box stalls
process jockey playing nice if the top falls

can you fuck with us?
can you deploy toys rubber duck with us?
can you destroy noise on a NUC with us?
more importantly can you make a buck with us? (hmm)
i look into the tea leaves reading
see a bunch of CEOs with their company believing
they ain't needing any coders on staff did the math
so i hack all that vibe coded crap and i laugh they saying

you already seen
me bubble up the deep web underworld and then escape clean
fuck you mean i got haters every corner of the cube
i been swimming through the doo doo ever since i was a noob
with the formula gnu and improved
future generations study how a warrior move
which tools does a warrior use well let's see
backpack full of goodies black hoodies and jeans (hmm)

precursor in the pocket (pocket)
field programmable gate array ain't no way you can stop it
everything that i early adopted 
it take off just like a rocket so you better go cop it
vape clouds cover up the screen
see the green text bleed through you be seeing how we do
dashboard showing crash lore on the fuzzing
what you know about that F5, cousin (cousin)

ytcracker - we are vulnerable

“Indian Act” is a hard-hitting protest track that blends sharp lyricism with unfiltered truth, confronting the deep scars left by colonization, systemic racism, and government control over Indigenous lives. D$ and Real Juan dismantle political hypocrisy, the legacy of the Indian Act, and the generational trauma of stolen land, culture, and identity. With verses that swing between historical reality and modern injustice—from residential schools to missing and murdered Indigenous women—the track pairs righteous anger with a vow of solidarity, standing up for truth, community, and survival.

Power control people corruptible
Ego trippin thinkin they untouchable
The way we treat each other is so terrible
For this to change it’ll take a miracle
We gotta get outta self-destruction mode
Depressed discouraged is how the heart grows cold
Healing from trauma ain’t impossible
People treated like property being bought and sold
Truths wanted back by popular demand
Hope n dreams stolen by their hands 
They broke all of thy sons’ commands
Those in politics show they don’t give a – damn

That I could never treat someone like that
Got your back so you don’t even have to ask
All that I got gonna give you what I have
My Native land or my habitat 
Taken it straight to the streets where the actions at 
Lies die when they face the truth and facts
If you were in shoes how would react
Like being trapped in the Indian Act

Eyes low walking slow single file no choice
Rancid food little shelter voices into the void
Generational training perpetrated by your might
Love thy fellow human unless they ain’t white
Our heightened senses meant we needed to be frightened
Slain by the “righteous” cause they were so “enlightened”
Love things over us people vultures steal our culture 
Made us experiments MK Ultra 
Etched on paper claimed to be our saviors
Changed our names royalties delayed by makers
Interest owed like how government bank rolls
We raise our hands and you say look at them bitch and moan

That I could never treat someone like that
Got your back so you don’t even have to ask
All that I got gonna give you what I have
My Native land or my habitat 
Taken it straight to the streets where the actions at 
Lies die when they face the truth and facts
If you were in shoes how would react
Like being trapped in the Indian Act

High-definition flows in stereo
Authority comes n then it goes
Freedom’s a lie they sell to people
When it’s crooked path or the lonely road
When its only lies that your ever told
Paying a tax on some land they stole
You threaten to kill another morning Monday 
That’s okay? Cause you was in church last Sunday?
Bending the truth just to hide your face lift
Your mentals on a rental and your past are all faded
Murdered Missing Indigenous Women with no peace
With Over seers the Racist Canadian Mounted Police

That I could never treat someone like that
Got your back so you don’t even have to ask
All that I got gonna give you what I have
My Native land or my habitat 
Taken it straight to the streets where the actions at 
Lies die when they face the truth and facts
If you were in shoes how would react
Like being trapped in the Indian Act

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by D$, Real Juan
Mixed/mastered by D$

Half Breeds

Indian Act

"Where I Don’t Belong" by D$ and Real Juan, produced by Brotherhood, is a candid, soul-baring reflection on struggle, survival, and self-redemption. Over a steady, introspective beat, the verses spill raw memories of addiction, poverty, broken trust, and the fight to keep hope alive when the odds are stacked.

The hook becomes the emotional anchor—balancing regret for past mistakes with the determination to stay away from destructive paths. With vivid, unfiltered storytelling, the track captures the tension between inner battles and outward resilience. "Where I Don’t Belong" stands as both a confession and a vow, showing that even in hardship, purpose and self-belief can keep you from slipping back into the places that once defined you.

Shaping life for all around me
Cause I don’t know how to live without this in me
I’m just a stepping stone in the river of life
I’m an empty hush with no vision just sight
So little trust don’t give a what
so many thoughts not quiet runnin amuck
Lies deceit no justice right in my head
all them past ties cut and memories dead
That’s how I wanna be away from this misery
Kathy Bates to the ankles how it is for me
So scared of women like how I am with living
Except up on the mic yo I’m Eastwood “Unforgiven”
In my living-room throwing concerts nobody to honour
Give myself a standing o before I am a goner
Started off the line slow overlapped with lost hope
Somehow I’m going like Saturdays at Cost-Co

It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life long
To make up for the things that I’ve done wrong
Either give up the ghost or write a song
Why can’t people just get along
Credit maxed out guitar on pawn
Don’t wanna have to start breaking the law
Still have hope though my money’s all gone
That keeps me outta the places where I don’t belong

Road ragin while being caught up in traffic
Cursin n swearin why aren’t people passin
I am who I am depends on who’s askin
Use to have trouble trying to make it happen
I want a life meanin purpose n passion
Been tryin to do what’s good n make it a habit
People have different reactions to life’s distractions
Sex drug alcohol were my fatal attractions
Life path I was on could’ve ended up tragic
Like I got anhedonia nothing gives me satisfaction
Almost got evicted when I was a full-blown addict
Had filthy habits never was the baddest
Past I got beat up even got my ass kicked
A crazy Indian that’s my life being status
N my neighbours all think I’m doing black magic
Grip on reality it’s like they never had it


It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life long
To make up for the things that I’ve done wrong
Either give up the ghost or write a song
Why can’t people just get along
Credit maxed out guitar on pawn
Don’t wanna have to start breaking the law
Still have hope though my money’s all gone
That keeps me outta the places where I don’t belong

Written/recorded by D$, Real Juan
Produced by Brotherhood
Mixed/mastered by D$

Where I Don't Belong

Where I Don't Belong (Prod Brotherhood)

Heart of a Woman (GoGo Socket)

This is a reprise to my single “On The Way”. The original was describing me meeting my wife - the reprise, is to describe how I am feeling because we now have a baby “On The Way”


Reprise Lyrics: 
I can
I can
I can
I can love you

I can see you
Looking for me
I can hear you 
Calling Solely 
Softly 
While you were, On The Way

On The Way [Reprise]

Booming in the Metro is a stand alone piece from my upcoming  E.P release on friday 15th August 2025 on Bandcamp and Reverbnation. The full E.P of  8 tracks will be available to stream only on these platforms.
 Track list below
Track 1 WonCa VIsion 
Track 2 Strings Session Looper 
Track 3 Sound Check 
Track 4 Unseen Friend 2021 MIX  instrumental 2025 remastered
Track 5 Booming in the Metro 
Track 6 Am jam To Da Crypt Wid Ya 
Track 7 Django Swinging session off the stereo.
Track 8 Secret Servitor

Booming in the Metro

Full time  father , son , brother , engineer , part time  guitarist  singer ,songwriter, producer ,mixer and  masher. Enjoy fucking about and creating music.

Booming in the Metro

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