Like Me

Blandat

Speak too Much

Tik Taak - Ta Hamishe

Ye Ruz Hame Miran - Sammi Mashup (Live Performance).mp3

Beri Behtare
HeroSina X Hooman

Record producer & Composer: Xwhisky
beat producer: Ali azot
Mix&Mastering:  Xwhisky
Artwork: eypi8
Visual Designer: Mohammad Rasoul
Executive Producer: Rap Star


baby i cant hide my feeling from the past now
the only thing i can remember is your last smile
too far away and i never be alright
so you better go now

تورو دید چشم من 
گفتم ای کاش بهت برسم
چشات برق زد تو دل شب 
توام یکیو میخواستی مثل من


خیلی زود بهت وابسته شدم من
بوسیدیم همو پلکات بسته شدن
بعد نبودی چرا فرداش پیش من
بهتره نبینیم همو دیگه نه


بری بهتره قضیه رو کش نده
مثلت نیست کمه هرچی میگردم پیدات نمیکنم، چرا اینشکلی شدم
من حالم بد میشه اگه نباشم پیشت
چه راحت رفتی آره هرچی میگردم پیدات نمیکنم، چرا اینشکلی شدم

ماله من بودی
کنار من بودی
باهات گرم میگرفتم هرچقدر سرد بودی
‌هر موقع دعوا شد
چشات یه دریا شد
منو قرق کرد تو اشکای مصنوعیت


شب میومدی با یه زنگ زودی
الان نمیشه اوکی شه این رابطم زوری
دلیل اینهمه فاز بد تویی
بگو
کارمای کدوم کار بد بودی


گفتم بری بهتره
این بحثارو خیلی کش نده
بغلت بوده سیف هوسم ولی
اگه بری  سیف تره

شبا میپری‌از خواب یهو
 کنارت نیستم چشات باز شه صبح
برو الان رات بازه و
آخرین دیدارمون لانگ تایم اگو

الان هرچقدر میس کال بدی
باید عکسامو ببینی از اینستام بیبی
منتظرم تا بی سال بشین
ازت رد شدم دیگه مثل ایس بازرسی

دنبال چیی بچه زرنگ
توکه همه بدیارو دیدی عه چشه من
خوت خواستی لاوت خسته شه بره 
دلو پس بده بهم دیگه کنسله ولش

بری بهتره قضیه رو کش نده
مثلت نیست کمه هرچی میگردم پیدات نمیکنم، چرا اینشکلی شدم
من حالم بد میشه اگه نباشم پیشت
چه راحت رفتی آره هرچی میگردم پیدات نمیکنم، چرا اینشکلی شدم

Beri Behtare

I Left From My Karma” is an emotional release anthem about breaking generational cycles, releasing attachment, and rising in peace. With its haunting, meditative tone and lyrical imagery, the song paints the story of walking away not in anger, but in awakening. Like smoke from fire, like the moon from the tide — it’s a letting go that feels like liberation.
There’s no revenge, no goodbye… just a soul choosing freedom over fear, and love over control.

For anyone who has ever said: “I let go, not because I stopped caring — but because I finally started caring for myself.”

Left You Free

U and I

U and I (feat. 4Finger)

millforlife - Love

Deaths Embrace

Bass like tombs rumbling under the feast
Candles flicker on plates stained with the beast
We dine while the ruins whisper names in the smoke
And every ghost leans in for the final choke

Outside the banquet halls the echoes still bleed
Old fields hold the print where the victims concede
They served the charge with silver, we swallowed the cost
Each dish garnished with a memory long lost
The bloodline inherited by children unraised
The table set on graves where the mourners phased
We cheer for the harvest of stolen acclaim
Raise our glasses but the foundation’s the same
Massacre memorial in the back of the mind
A feast of sorrow served to humankind
When the laughter rings high, look below the crust
See the tomb-stone markers in the dust
Our ancestors whispered, now we chant their refrain
We dine on the ruin, we bless the domain

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

The banquet spreads wide, the legacy cold
Bones under linen in stories untold
They carved the borders, they sealed the fate
We carry the ghosts while they celebrate
Eyes in the darkness, voices in the wind
The table keepers blind to what they begin
We march in the shadow of the screams unheard
Hands raised in thanks while the truth is blurred
The scar remains fresh though the print is faint
Blood rubs off slow but the soul still paints
The price was paid not with gold but our lives
We dine at the table built on their cries

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Skulls under china, guns under glass
Echoes of footsteps in corridors past
Whispers of mothers whose children never came home
Feasts for the victors, graves for the bone
Ceremonies silent, drums in the night
Every shot memorised, every wrong in the sight
We’re heirs of the massacre, legacy defined
By the blood in our veins and the scars in our minds
No masks on the faces, no lies in the creed
We chant the cry of the fallen, the hearts that still bleed
Hear the bass like a heartbeat under the wall
See the ghost in each corner, hear the memory call
We dine on the ruins, we cradle the pain
Until the table breaks, until we reclaim

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Let the bass tremble for the names unsung
Let the table tremble when the truth is done
Massacre memory flows in our veins
We hold their voice, till we break the chains

Massacre Memory

Zero Sum Game

“Unbreakable” is a raw manifesto — born from pain, violence, trauma, ADHD storms and the fight to rebuild yourself with nothing but heart and madness.
This track turns darkness into creation, rage into power, and scars into fuel.
Created by ChillPandaBeats, this song carries the spirit of standing up when everything tries to crush you.
No heroes, no saviors — just the grind, the wounds, and the refusal to break.
If you’ve ever carried too much… this one hits home.

🔥 Mood: dark • heavy • emotional • cinematic
🔥 Style: LoFi x Hip-Hop x Manifesto Rap
🔥 For fans of: deep storytelling, raw energy, unfiltered truth

Stay unbreakable.

Unbreakable - A Rap Track to all the Systems

It’s what I said

Dree Low - PIPPI

Hoomaan - Darling

Flawless

Fryser

Aina Eller Fans

VARLDSKLASS  (Feat. P.J

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Zero Sum Game

Jon Arve Ovesen