The Devil’s Ledger plays like a haunted gospel trapped inside a hip-hop requiem — a blues-trap horror chronicle told in 14 movements of confession, consequence, and catharsis.

Each song opens a different page in the ledger:
	•	“Already Too Late” — the initiation, where temptation speaks.
	•	“Burning Glow” — the calm before the storm, pleasure before punishment.
	•	“Ghosts in the Graveyard” — memory’s descent through real haunted ground.
	•	“Music Box” — a cursed relic awakens the past, binding innocence to sound.
	•	“Evil’s Alive I-III” — a thematic trilogy exposing real-world corruption, hidden power, and the machinery of organized sin.
	•	“Silent Aurora” — the closing flame, the light that refuses to die.

It’s a journey through haunted Americana — Chicago roots, outlaw sermons, spectral blues, and trap drums pounding like ritual heartbeats.

A descent and resurrection told through Digital Verse™ — poetry composed by a human spirit, performed through the machine, eternalized in sound.

The Devil’s Ledger

Alternate-universe versions of The Devil’s Ledger — each one reshaped into a new genre, mood, or parallel sky.

These are the stray worlds of The Devil’s Ledger —
alternate timelines carved from the same DNA as the album, fractured into new shapes when the universe split.

Each Digital Verse is a parallel version:
a genre-bend, a stylistic mutation, a portal where the original song survives but evolves under a different sky.

Trap becomes lo-fi.
Blues becomes space-jazz.
Reggae becomes noir-smoke.
Psychedelia becomes gospel-glitch.

They are echoes of the ledger — familiar, but reborn.
Not remixes.
Alternate realities.

The Devils ledger - Digital Verses

A weekly steel-drift instrumental series blending jazz, trip-hop, Americana noir, and classic cocktails — a ritual told in lantern-light and memory.

HP Sessions is a 40-week sonic ritual — a long-form tribute to Paul, legacy, and the American heartline.
Each week pairs a handcrafted Steel Drift instrumental with a classic cocktail, filmed like a noir postcard from another lifetime:

porch-light glow, vintage TV hum, steel-guitar breath, ghost-air fog, and the quiet myth of a man who shaped a generation.

Every session is a portal:
steel-guitar jazz, trip-hop drift, psychedelic blues, Americana noir, and that unmistakable Honolulu Paul glow.

This isn’t just music — it’s a ritual of memory and reinvention.
A 40-week story told in lantern-light, smoke, and sound.

Fridays at midnight.
A new drink.
A new world.

Honolulu Paul Sessions

“Spray Paint Dreams (Get Up)” — one of the oldest stories in my catalog, written almost 20 years ago with my brother-in-bars, Cas.
This song wouldn’t exist without him. The second verse is my ode — to friendship, to late nights chasing the skyline, to every dream we tagged across Chicago’s bones.

A blues-trap street chronicle for the writers, rebels, and ghosts of the 773.
From the Red Line to the rooftops — this one’s for those who still get up. 🎧🧱🚆

#SprayPaintDreams #TheDevilsLedger #RUIN79 #CasLives #ChiTownHipHop #BluesTrap #GritHop #ChicagoSound #UndergroundLegacy

Get Up (Spray Paint Dreams)

“Music Box” – RU!N
Written and designed by - RUIN79

A haunted blues-trap parable set in a Southside pawn shop.
A forgotten music box hums beneath flickering light — a cracked ballerina spinning on one leg, smiling through chipped paint. Every bar unravels the story of a wonder who winds the key and unleashes something he can’t control.

Built on lo-fi crackle, ghost-choir harmonics, and sub-808 bass, “Music Box” drips with cinematic dread and lyrical poetry. It’s where the line between art and curse blurs — a warning that every masterpiece demands a debt.

Music Box

A cinematic poem of ghosts, memory, and resurrection.
A descent through time’s collapse — where fireflies guide the lost and every shadow holds a name. Ghosts in the Graveyard drifts between memory and nightmare, unraveling trauma buried beneath ritual and ruin. The air hums with absence, the soil whispers confession — and even the silence has blood on its hands.

“Fireflies Resurrect” is the moment The Devil’s Ledger stops being an album and becomes a film playing inside your head.

The song opens in a haze of vinyl crackle, gospel harmonies, and warped clock ticks — a noir female narrator whispering from the threshold between time and memory.
From there, RUIN delivers one of the most poetically vivid performances of his career: not a rap, not a verse, but a cinematic recitation — a fever dream in rhyme and rhythm.

Each image cuts deep:
Fireflies become souls.
Graveyards breathe.
The windmill becomes a time machine of regret and ritual.
It’s a track that blurs religion, mortality, and madness — an ode to every artist who’s ever tried to bring beauty back from the dark.

Musically, “Fireflies Resurrect” stands at the crossroads of Chicago’s blues tradition and modern cinematic trap — dobro strings over 808 heartbeats, spectral pads, and gospel choirs that swell like spirits mid-sermon.
It’s haunting, hypnotic, and alive — a sound that could sit between Kanye’s 808s, Hozier’s hymns, and Poe’s prose.

The track cements Ghosts in the Graveyard as the emotional and poetic core of The Devil’s Ledger, RUIN’s genre-bending debut — a record built not just to be heard, but read, seen, and felt.

Ghosts in the Graveyard

Angels Cry” is a dark blues-trap narrative about consequence, survival, and the ghosts we create. It follows two friends chasing a high through the city night until fate turns fatal. Told through haunting 808s and mournful piano, the track blurs sin with sorrow — where rain becomes confession, and every echo feels like judgment from above. It’s not a memory — it’s a mirror.

Tell Me Why

Burning Glow” is the calm between storms — a blues-trap smoke session where good energy reigns. Sweet haze, slow beats, and deep laughs drift through the air as the world fades outside the window. It’s not about escape — it’s about exhale. That golden moment when time slows, the crew’s aligned, and the glow says everything.

Burning Glow

“Behind the Cure” cuts through the polished lies of modern medicine. A blues-trap exposé on profit disguised as healing — where pills replace prayers and sickness becomes a subscription. Every bar bleeds truth about an industry that treats pain like currency and health like a contract signed in red.

Patients for Profits

The first fracture in the lie. Power hums beneath polished marble, veins pulsing with deceit. Governments, syndicates, and shadows converge — a single organism feeding on silence. The web wakes hungry, and the light begins to rot.

The Web (Evil’s Alive) Pt 1

The descent deepens. Cartels carve empires from blood, states trade souls for stability, and terror becomes policy. Every border bleeds, every oath corrupts. This is organized chaos disguised as order — the world’s heartbeat pounding through crime and consequence.

The Web (Evil’s Alive) Pt 2

The curtain is gone. Evil’s Alive Pt 3. 
The American Veil stares into the highest sins — men who claimed divinity while dealing in flesh, power, and silence. From desert ranches to marble offices, predators built kingdoms in daylight and called it faith, medicine, or law. RUIN79 doesn’t flinch; he names them. This isn’t conspiracy — it’s confession. A requiem for innocence, and an obituary for the soul of a nation that sold its children for influence.

The Web (Evil’s Alive) Pt 3

A blues-trap slow burn from The Devil’s Ledger.
Born from back porch nights in Aurora—the City of Lights—Sweet Smoke drifts between gospel soul and southern funk, fusing harmonica cries with 808 thump and old-soul rhythm. It’s that space between laughter, reflection, and release—music for when the night hums low and the fire still glows

Sweet Smoke

The closing chapter of The Devil’s Ledger.
Silent Aurora rises from the ruins—where truth cuts through noise and light refuses to die. A blues-trap requiem wrapped in poetry and defiance, it’s the sound of resistance turned radiant: one voice against the void.

Silent Aurora

A holy duel at the crossroads of music and damnation. Six-Shot Sermon fires verses like bullets through the industry’s illusions—where gold microphones tempt the soul and every rhyme tests redemption.
Forged in smoke, scripture, and defiance, RUIN turns the cipher into a battleground between faith and fame—proof that some artists bleed purpose, not contracts.

Devil's Deal

The initiation begins. Already Too Late drags the listener into a fever dream where rhythm becomes addiction and every lyric hits like a chemical confession. It’s the first taste of The Devil’s Ledger—a blues-trap descent into temptation, consequence, and the high that never lets go.
Once you press play, there’s no way back.

Already Too Late

Don’t Let It Fall begins with Charlie’s final reflection — a poetic self-portrait written in his own words. His voice becomes the hook, echoing one of the most powerful truths he ever spoke:

“Without free speech, there is no such thing as truth.”

Through blues-trap rhythm and lyrical testimony, RUIN transforms his words into a requiem for free expression — a song where spirit, sacrifice, and conviction converge.
This isn’t protest — it’s preservation.

RIP Charlie

By RUIN | Composed in Digital Verse™

This version of Burnin’ Glow carries the warmth of roots reggae —
sunlight through smoke, rhythm through reflection.
It’s one of several Digital Verse Creations™ born from the same written lyrics,
each rendered into a new sonic world through the AI composition process.

I didn’t compose the beat or set the cadence —
I wrote the story, the pulse, the tone.
The machine heard it… and answered back with sound.

Where the original Burnin’ Glow lives in blues-trap soul,
this one radiates pure island energy —
Fender guitars, golden haze, and that easy groove that feels like summer never ends.

This track is part of my Vault Series — “Ledger Leftovers”
featuring alternate creations that didn’t make The Devil’s Ledger album,
but still carry its spirit.

☀️ Vibe. Float. Let it glow.

#DigitalVerseCreation #Ruin79 #TheDevilsLedger #LedgerLeftovers #ReggaeVibes #AIArtistry #IndependentArtist #BurninGlow

Burnin’ Glow (Digital Verse: Reggae Universe)

By RUIN | Composed in Digital Verse™

This version of Burnin’ Glow drifts through galaxies —
soft horns, glowing chords, and a heartbeat that feels like it’s half-asleep under the stars.
It’s one of several Digital Verse Creations™ built from the same written lyrics,
each one reinterpreted by the machine — not remixed, but reborn.

I didn’t design the beat or guide the flow.
I just wrote the world, the words, and the energy.
The machine answered back with this dream.

Where the original Burnin’ Glow rides on blues-trap swagger,
this one floats weightless —
a smoke trail over a turntable spinning in space.
Every note feels like a memory on repeat,
fading slow, glowing warm.

Part of the Vault Series — “Ledger Leftovers,”
this track captures the afterglow of creation —
the calm between two worlds.

✨ Float. Fade. Find your frequency.

#DigitalVerseCreation #Ruin79 #TheDevilsLedger #LedgerLeftovers #LofiBeats #CinematicSoul #AIArtistry #IndependentArtist #BurninGlow

Burnin’ Glow (Digital Verse: Lo-Fi Space Hip-Hop Edition)

By RUIN | Composed in Digital Verse™

This isn’t a remix — it’s a parallel universe.
Same lyrics, new dimension.

This Psychedelic Jazz version of Burnin’ Glow floats in neon smoke —
trumpets bending like midnight streetlights,
bass lines breathing slow and heavy,
keys melting into electric haze.

I didn’t program the groove or dictate the chords —
I wrote the feeling, the story, the pulse.
The machine listened and painted the mood in jazz-smoke tones.

Where the original Burnin’ Glow rides a blues-trap high,
this one drifts through dream club velvet and psychedelic twilight —
a back-alley lounge in some future that remembers the past.

Another entry from the Digital Verse Vault —
where one lyric sparks infinite worlds.

Light it, float, and let it drift.

Burnin’ Glow (Digital Verse: Psychedelic Jazz Bounce Edition)

By RUIN | Composed in Digital Verse™

This ain’t really my lane —
but my pen can write in any language.

After a curator in Brazil passed on my blues-trap record “Spray Paint Dreams” for a drill playlist,
I took it as a challenge.
Not out of ego — out of curiosity.
Could I translate my world into their rhythm?

“Meditate” was the answer.
Born from cold nights, chrome dreams, and Chicago breath.
Gun clicks and train brakes became the metronome.
Focus became the weapon.
It’s not about violence — it’s about regulation.

Different tempo. Same soul.
Digital Verse Composition™ never stays in one box.

#RUIN #Meditate #DrillVerse #DigitalVerseComposition #TheDevilsLedger #ChicagoSound #IndependentArtist #BluesTrap #Drill

Meditate - Chicago Drill

This PsyBounce Mirage reimagines the verse in a surreal, jazz-synth universe — colorful, rhythmic, dreamlike.

This world unlocks:
	•	shimmering synth textures
	•	psychedelic bounce rhythms
	•	jazz-hop undertones
	•	semi-sung, semi-rapped cadence
	•	vibrant, hypnotic atmosphere

It feels like the verse drifting through a neon fever dream —
still carrying the same warning, but wrapped in color and haze.
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Already too Late (Digital Verse Lo-Fi Symphony Bounce) (Mirage Cut)

This Blues-Noir Outlaw Cut leads the verse down the backroads of Americana — a gritty acoustic fusion where blues storytelling meets dark hip-hop rhythm.

Built on:
	•	dusty acoustic blues riffs
	•	deep monotone outlaw delivery
	•	smoky bar-room textures
	•	a slow, heavy emotional chorus
	•	hip-hop structure wrapped in blues grit

It feels like a confession whispered beside a dying fire —
the bluesman and the rapper sharing the same cracked voice in a parallel timeline.

Already Too Late (Digital Verse — Blues-Noir) (Outlaw Cut)

This Horror-Drill Mutation transforms Already Too Late into a cold, cinematic drill universe built on ghost-choir pads, sub-808 slides, and minimal percussion.

This cut focuses on:
	•	dry, aggressive drill vocals
	•	sparse bells and piano motifs
	•	a hypnotic, looping hook
	•	stacked cinematic layers
	•	a beat-switch with Brazilian ad-libs

It preserves the core prophecy of the original verse but sharpens it into a darker, more dangerous world.
Same DNA — new menace.

Already Too Late (Digital Verse — Horror-Drill Mutation) (Ghost-Choir Cut)

This Shadow Ledger Cut drags the verse deeper into the ritual — a slow, bass-heavy blues-trap descent powered by a double-time rap cadence that slices through the darkness.

This universe leans on:
	•	crawling delta-blues atmosphere
	•	raw, distorted vocal textures
	•	rapid-fire flow over a slow ritual beat
	•	thick low-end bass pressure
	•	a trance-state tension

It feels like a spirit speaking too fast for the world around it —
a darker echo of the Ledger Cut from beneath the floorboards.

Already Too Late (Digital Verse — Shadow Ledger Cut) (Rapid Ritual Version)

This PsyBounce Mirage reimagines the verse in a surreal, jazz-synth universe — colorful, rhythmic, dreamlike.

This world unlocks:
	•	shimmering synth textures
	•	psychedelic bounce rhythms
	•	jazz-hop undertones
	•	semi-sung, semi-rapped cadence
	•	vibrant, hypnotic atmosphere

It feels like the verse drifting through a neon fever dream —
still carrying the same warning, but wrapped in color and haze.

Already Too Late (Digital Verse — PsyBounce Mirage)

Vieux Carré — Under a Blood-Red Moon
A neo-jazz / lo-fi fusion built around warm 1950s-style pedal steel guitar, drifting Rhodes chords, upright bass, and a dusty trip-hop sway. Slow bends, vinyl crackle, and a late-night New Orleans glow.
85 BPM · mellow · cinematic · midnight mood.

Vieux-Carré

Atmospheric Blues-Hop (Trap Fusion)
A raw excerpt from Spray Paint Dreams (Get Up) — one of the signature tracks from my Digital Verse universe.
Graffiti-soaked energy, blues-hop tension, trip-hop ambience, and street-lit trap pulse. Dark pads, distorted textures, and the urgency of a city that never sleeps.

This excerpt sits between:
• noir-hop
• alt-trap
• urban cinematic hip-hop
• blues-rooted lyricism

Full version available on Spotify / album cut inside The Devil’s Ledger.

Spray Paint Dreams — Digital Verse Excerpt

Atmospheric Blues-Hop (Trap Fusion)
Excerpt II from Spray Paint Dreams (Get Up) — a darker, heavier slice of the Digital Verse universe.
This cut leans deeper into the graffiti energy: booming 808 movement, cinematic pads, steel-blue ambience, and alleyway percussion that feels like a spray can being shaken before the first tag hits the wall.

A sound caught between:
• midnight trainyards
• urban noir-hop
• trap adrenaline
• blues-rooted underground tension

From the world of The Devil’s Ledger — this is the raw pulse behind SPD’s DNA.

Spray Paint Dreams — Digital Verse II (Excerpt)

Atmospheric Blues-Hop (Trap Fusion)
Excerpt III from Spray Paint Dreams (Get Up) — the most open, airy, and spacious slice of the Digital Verse set.
This version carries a daylight-city energy: bright ambient pads, clean trap percussion, and a calmer groove that feels like walking along a graffiti-lined rail line while the skyline wakes up behind you.

A lighter side of the SPD universe:
• blues-hop emotion
• slick trap swing
• cinematic city textures
• graffiti-soul atmosphere

Part of the Digital Verses series expanding the world of The Devil’s Ledger.

Spray Paint Dreams — Digital Verse III (Excerpt)

A smoky-bar triphop drift with steel-guitar soul.
“Martinez” blends warm pedal-steel slides, late-night Rhodes chords, and a slow-burn hip-hop pulse.
Cinematic, moody, and made for after-hours — inspired by my grandfather’s 1950s steel guitar roots, reimagined through the 40 Spirits lens.

Week 2 of the Honolulu Paul Sessions.

Martinez

Steel Drift pushes into electric dream territory on Week 3 of the Honolulu Paul Sessions. Psychedelic jazz fusion twists with glitchy hip-hop pulses, steel guitar bending wild neon arcs over Rhodes haze and drifting horn echoes. A wired, fever-bright groove at ~118 BPM pulls you into a storm of movement where rhythm mutates and light trembles. Paired with the Monkey Gland cocktail — gin and orange igniting bright while absinthe whispers its green riddle — this week hits like sparks inside the electric fog.

Monkey-Gland

Pro-logic Remix...Cause & Logic track from Ill-streets. Beat courtesy of Black DayLight

*Get-Up*

 a remastered version of a mix I did. feat. Cause. Tracks were taken from 2nd & 3rd albums(Ill-streets & attributes)

Cause of War- Pro.logic remix

track i threw together for my late brother...RIP K8eR

siC LikE tHAt... K8eR

Aurora-born RUIN79 doesn’t make songs — he builds worlds.
A genre-shifting storyteller blending trap, blues, drill, noir jazz, steel-guitar drift, ambient smoke, and poetic grit into a signature process he calls Digital Verse Composition.

His work spans multiple realities:
• The Devil’s Ledger — a haunted blues-trap mythology
• Digital Verses — parallel-universe mutations of the ledger
• Honolulu Paul Sessions — a 40-week steel-drift ritual pairing jazz, Americana, and classic cocktails
• ILLA Workshop — the creative engine behind every realm

RUIN79’s music isn’t defined by sound — it’s defined by truth, intention, and world-building.
Every track is a portal.
Every project, a universe.
Every release, a chapter in the myth.

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