A Love Session

“Whenever I Make a Move” reads like a meditation on intent and consequence — it’s about how each action, no matter how subtle or bold, sends ripples through personal and public arenas. It blends themes of strategy, self-awareness, and cultural legacy, often using metaphors like chess, alleyways, or street lamps to evoke motion and presence.
The narrator seems to assert:
“Every shift I make echoes, even in silence.”

It’s lyrical self-mapping — part cautionary tale, part declaration.

Whenever I Make a Move(1) #Hip Hop

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MAHNAM
PRODUCER: LLOUIS
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Rotation (feat. Young Deji & Young Onir) (prod. JXYLN)

CRASH OUT

We all modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction. 
Got it before we had it, 
Felt like magic, and I got so many wishes…

Everybody so used to putting it on plastic
Paying with digital wallets, 
Click- click, tap—just like magic
Here you go, it ‘s yours, have at it!
Ahhhh
Mmm it’s so sweet, discreet,
smooth, sophisticated,
Paper and coin held a little more presence,
Now the value has been completely  eviscerated.
No longer feel the weight 
of their transactions,
Weightless, pure abstractions—
But feel the space, of their future 
Already measured, their life fractioned.
It feel so hollow, I feel so compelled to fill it
Nature abhors a vacuum, 
And every purchase,
It holds more of my spirit, 
long as it don’t exceed your limit.

Watch this, we all modern magicians,
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction.
Conjuring up whatever we want
And how we want it—
so much
they give us grand visions every season, every year, every holiday
Theres always a promise and a reason 
Immediately broken, treason 
But we ain’t leaving til we got
What we came for, 
They say it’s in the new upgrade,
Just a few hundred dollars more…

We all modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction. 
Got it before we had it, 
Felt like magic
til the curse was clear.

When money becomes the mediator
Of meaning, what’s it mean to me?
How much they cost you? What’s the resell? 
How many units of life does that be?
How many heart beats did it cost, will it cost
To buy the things you want, or basic dignity?
How you measure children? Friends? Partners? Your elders? You get good returns? They high value? 
They a poor investment? 
What’s it take to earn 
Value when you ain’t making 
only taking money? 
Hard to measure 
what makes life worth living, 
like using only sweetness 
to indicate the value of honey.  

In one move, one impulse,
can make a year disappear,
Got it before we had it,
Felt like magic, til the curse was clear.
Everyday already been sold,
Working to the bone, nothing to show
Interest accruing, end getting farther 
not near. 
Woulda never set foot on that escalator, was out of order when I stepped on, 
now it’s running in reverse, 
faster and faster, it just keep going.
I don’t know where all the times gone,
Or if I’ll ever make it 
up to that platform.

We were modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turned our lives into fiction. 
Now the curse is clear, 
Now the curse is clear.
But this ain’t natural,
This ain’t life.

Ain’t bound by the laws of men,
Not when they violate
The laws of what’s always been.
No! Not what’s always been in your speck of existence, I’m talking billions of years
That’s one hell of a precedent
The conviction is clear…
Except you said
 to hell with it.
the history is irrelevant,
Get with the times,
We all demons here—

“Ey yo, Time’s up! 
We gotta cut it there today!
I’ll send you the recording later today…
I’ll charge the session to the card on file…
That ok bro?”

Plastic

We always speaking… What are we spelling with our words?
We always growing… What we growing towards?
We always moving… But what's keeping us in motion?
Times keep on changing… But is this really evolution?

I hear them say, "People need something to believe in." Agreed. So let them. Don't steal their faith— Mostly need you not to intercede. You ain't helping, just deceiving.
Like, we might believe you, But you gotta believe us
When we tell you how we feel, What we think, gotta trust us
If you want our trust. Reciprocity really a core lesson, Your contempt getting in the way Of connection.
Now you always knowing Exactly what's happened, where it's going, But you didn’t question that, you gave the order, made the map, 
Made a photocopy and said
This is where we will be at.

We always feeding… But what are we really eating? We always watching… But what are we really seeing?
You always speaking… But who you speaking to? You always moving… What you running from?
Ain’t it strange you own the world,
And are more a prisoner than anyone?

I hear you say people are just this, The world is just like that. But when's the last time you tried on their shoes?or circled back?
I heard you collecting different views Like different pairs of glasses, Higher tint, different hues, Same perspective confirming what you knew.
That's not how I see it though— You seeing like me? Doesn't matter the contrast, wavelengths You filter, you still seeing just like you As you imagine I might be.

I been watching, listening, Questioning—what is this place? We so entrenched in the system, It become a symptom to question Who we are, why we breathe Like questioning the air.
But if you dare, sit with that— Maybe we chose to be here. I don't know, does it matter? Is it something we can prove? Is it something we can face?
Sit back down, not your turn
Still my move.

Can't tell if you're growing… Or just moving numbers, Stealing don't build and shape— It atrophies and incites anger in others.
Only thing changing is the facade… But is it really evolution Just because you say you are gods?
Plants stretch towards sunlight, Animals gather around water, Where we be running? Hustle, hustle hard.
We got the right instinct, But missed the nurture. Running, running, running— Gotta win the race, or else
This ain’t living, this is horror.

Don't know where we going, Don't know why we racing, You know how I know? Even when you get it, You backtrack, regress,
Can’t face it, still on the same race track.
People racing to red lights all the time, Such urgency, it's unnerving— We all losing time, counting down the clock. What's so important for you swerving?
Literally what you know I don't? I ain't risking no one's life Trying to stay ahead in a loop, This endless road.

Rest let us reflect, Enjoy the view and plan The next path to pursue.
Naw, so here we are, Here I am, talking to… A projection, an introjection I imagine might be something like me, Something like you.
Walking through the many questions Life asks without words, I'm translating language through Its questions. Universe like to keep me guessing…
And so do you.

Questions

“Requiem for a Flawed Capitalism” is a ciphered indictment — a funeral verse for a system that promised freedom but delivered exhaustion. It’s not just a critique of capitalism’s excesses; it’s a requiem because the damage is already done, and the mourning is overdue.
Here’s the architecture behind the lyric:
Conceptual Spine is based on W.E Du Bois’s warning — “The slave went free; stood a brief moment in the sun…” — becomes the opening wound.
That “moment” is reframed as a false dawn, where emancipation mutated into wage servitude, and the plantation became the platform.
Central Metaphor: The Spin Cycle
Old stains: slavery, colonialism, racial capitalism
New detergents: democracy, meritocracy, “equal opportunity”
Fresh cycles: gig economy, debt peonage, algorithmic bias
Fabric softener: diversity optics, corporate inclusion, sanitized history The metaphor exposes how exploitation is rebranded, not removed — the drum keeps spinning, and we tumble again.
Visual and Emotional Tone
Urban decay, discarded tech, fog-drenched skylines — the imagery reflects a world where capital has outlived its conscience.
The lyric doesn’t beg for reform — it architects rupture, naming the mechanisms and refusing the soft lies.
Cipher Rap × Funeral Cadence
The delivery is Nas-style: poetic, militant, reflective.
It’s not just a rap — it’s a requiem, a eulogy for a system that never mourned its victims.
The chant:
Why It Resonates
Because it doesn’t just name the problem — it exposes the architecture, flips the optics, and demands clarity. It’s not nostalgia. It’s not reform. It’s a ciphered reckoning.

Requiem for a Flawed Capitalism #Hip-hop Cipher Rap × Funeral Cadence

Posting old music that didn’t get released (2022)

why so serious?

Tuesday | Official Audio

Hamin Harfa

Conscious rap artist bearing witness to systemic horrors with unfiltered bars—AI-produced beats, human truths from the trenches of corruption and control.

I’m Inspirited In Sight: researcher, gemologist, storyteller, and independent hip-hop creator exploring consciousness transformation. 

My lyrics validate what you’re seeing: the horror is real, your exhaustion rational, your rage appropriate. 

You’re not crazy for struggling in a broken system; you’re not alone in spotting the patterns. 

This isn’t quick-fix empowerment—it’s witnessing the machinery of manufactured compliance, dissecting power structures for the sleepless, struggling, and systemically forgotten. 

Validation before action, because clarity starts with knowing your perception is valid.

Process: Observe realities mainstream ignores, craft every word and concept myself, leverage AI for production and rapid independent drops. No gatekeepers, just consistent creation from lived experience and an aware, parent’s perspective fighting for depth amid chaos.

Mission: Hip-hop as consciousness-raising resistance—beats that awaken, narratives that affirm independent voices in a world profiting from sleepwalking. 

Staying present and awake is our superpower.

Influences: MF Doom’s cryptic layers, Lupe Fiasco’s systemic depth, Common’s grounded soul, plus edges from Cal Scruby, V1V1D, B.O.B., 99 Neighbors, Glass Animals, Matt Maeson, Notorious BIG, classic rock, and alternative rock.
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