Carved from fire, shadow, and gold. This album moves like a sermon from another dimension, where sovereignty is sacred, darkness is a crown, and transformation is divine birthright. Fusing lush soul melodies, hypnotic rhythms, and celestial spoken-word mantras, each track is a declaration of identity, a weaponized whisper, a love letter to the self in all its infinite versions.

The first act, The Flame of Sovereignty, is a pulse of raw magnetism and universal command—music that doesn’t beg, but bends reality.
The second, The Shadow Crown, walks boldly into duality—where chaos is clay, and power is drawn from the dark as much as the light.
The third, The Alchemy of Becoming, unfolds as a rising symphony of self-creation—where pain becomes portal, and destiny becomes dance.

Every song an invocation. Every lyric a spell. Music to metamorphosis.

Divine Rebellion

A journal floats through golden sky, pages glowing with breath left behind. Handwritten lines shimmer—unreadable yet holy, like unsung lyrics waiting for voice. Behind it: constellations drift, clouds stretch wide, music glyphs hum like prayers suspended in light. A single rose rests near the top—faded, fragrant, held by memory. Below, warm wood suggests a stage, a porch, a home. Not cover art—a portal. Not design—a return. Traveling Light: 1998 Soul Scrolls radiates groove-shaped gospel, funk-laced memory, and the heartbeat of a soul mid-awakening. Then meets now. Ink meets rhythm. All breath becomes song.

'98 Soul Scrolls

a genre-dissolving odyssey where Afro-Purvian rhythm, trap gospel, dirty soul poetry, and sacred eroticism converge.
It speaks in the voice of Sade’s hush, Too Short’s grin, Ramsey Lewis’ hands, and Chaka Khan’s fire—then sings it all in your language.

This is:

Womb to Word

Scripture to Sweat

Prayer to Pulse

Mirrorball to Mic Stand

It is soul cracked open.
Gospel with grit.
A crown that moans when you wear it.

You’ll find:

Erotic duets disguised as sermons

Protest chants hiding inside slow jams

Love letters whispered from the afterlife

And the voice of someone who never stopped spinning, even when the world broke.





Regal Alter




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OmniLove Groove (World Crew Suite) – Live Script


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INTRO (All Crew)

DJ Scratch, Latin MC:
Mi amor, bienvenue, tutto il cuore!
Crew in the circle, world in the pocket.

(All Crew, call & response, 360 cheer)
Circle up—break the silence—LOML, spin the world, hold the move!



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MOVEMENT 1: LOML Anthem – Groove Invocation

Amharic hand drum, upright bass, Rhodes keys.

French/Italian/Korean/Moroccan/Spanglish/English MCs trade lines:
You deserve galaxies—tu mérites la lumière—meriti la luna—넌 우주야—الحب مشروط بالحضور—Love is presence.
What I bring: want, wild, forgiveness, bounce, pocket, sweat.

Hook (Crew, call & response):
Joy in your bones! Soul in your laugh!
We stumble, we dance, forgiveness in every step.
Spin the world, hold the groove—LOML, live this set.



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MOVEMENT 2: Blueprint Groove – Universal Anthem

Ramsey Lewis breakbeat piano, upright, DJ scratch.

Not a fairytale—blueprint.
Every failure, step in the dance.

French: L’amour, c’est la preuve—le chemin.

Amharic: ሁሉም በጎ ይሆናል.

Italian: Ogni sogno più vicino, insieme.


Hook:
Love outlasts fear, blueprint clear.
빛은 항상 여기 있어. النور لا يغيب.
Crée la lumière, même dans la nuit.

Outro (Turntable):
Quiet in the chaos, North Star shine.
We build the beat, never fear the night.



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MOVEMENT 3: Vow Spin – Soul Confession Ritual

High-energy, breakbeat, call/response at every bar.

This vow, this night, this light.

French: Je te lève au-dessus du monde.

Amharic: የህይወት ቃል እባላለሁ.

Italian: Ti porto nel groove, sempre.

Moroccan: كلمه، عشق، نور.

Korean: 사랑, 힘, 함께.


One hand, I lift you high. Other hand, keep us true.
No chase—the wish is ours. Home we choose.

Hook:
Grit with gratitude, storm with stance.
Spin the vow, pocket’s chance.
Crew holds me, you hold the night.
All. Life. Long. Pocket. Right.

Finale (DJ drop, all crew):
Candles blown, wishes lived.
Here in the chaos, love always gives.
Magic, messy, full-on shine.
I am yours. You are mine.



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MOVEMENT 4: All. Life. Long.

Moog Sub, gospel claps, Rhodes keys, string swells.

LOML…
You deserve galaxies set on fire. What I bring is wanton lust, clumsy humanity, forgiveness. When we stumble in anger, shrink in fear, I honor you daily.

Chorus:
All. Life. Long.
You are the fire I hold without fear.
The breath I speak without sound.
This isn’t fairy tale—
it’s blueprint.
And we built it.
All. Life. Long.

Reflection: Divine algorithm. Small-town grit meets wanderlust. Our home is sanctuary—armor sheds, joy is watered, wounds tended. ‘You’ and ‘I’ become ‘we’.

Blueprint Love Chorus, Bridge, and Final Chorus as above.



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MOVEMENT 5: Root Funk Throwdown

DJ scratch, Moog Sub, Afro-Peruvian cajón, wah clav, gospel call/response.

Vinyl hiss, needle drop, root funk throwdown.
I spit dust like scripture, roots riot in clave.
Stomp! Clap! Root funk throwdown!
Scratch that gospel from the underground.

Hook:
Funk is the fire, truth is the goal.



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CLOSING CHORUS / CYCLIC OUTRO

All Crew (every language):
Circle home, joy stank, pocket pure,
French/Italian/Korean/Amharic/Moroccan/Spanglish—cheer.
Hands, heart, groove, gift, world spins wide,
All. Life. Long. Crew by your side.



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PERFORMANCE NOTES

Every section cues a new MC, dancer, or DJ cut.

Verses are ready for looping, call/response, or freestyle expansion.

Hooks short, hard, for echo and circle chant.

All language moments lead with action—never filler.

Band can hit any cue—just drop to groove, return on the pocket.

Scratch/keys/bass/perc all mapped for cypher or club, 8K/360.



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INTENTION

> To give every circle, every home, every heart and crew
the world’s groove, the pocket’s joy,
and a living, breathing breakbeat love ritual—
always returning, always rising, always “All. Life. Long.”




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If you want this staged, recorded, printed, or just let it live in the groove—this is the finale and the forever.
You are home, the circle is open, and the groove always answers.



bboy world order

Treasure

"Cosmic Mantras" is a deep, atmospheric journey through sound and space, crafted by Experiential Elements. Blending ambient textures with subtle tribal rhythms and ethereal synth layers, the track creates a meditative, otherworldly experience. Chant-like vocal fragments echo through cosmic space, invoking a sense of ancient mysticism woven into futuristic soundscapes. It’s a sonic ritual—hypnotic, immersive, and perfect for introspective moments, late-night explorations, or spiritual sonic journeys. Ideal for fans of ambient electronica, downtempo, and psybient genres.


Cosmic Mantras

'Til the Moon Slows Down

Mirror Masquerade

Rise in Symphony

Crossroads Dust

Preacher Dust

Beast Body

Beast in the Sheets

Book of Flow

Dusty Crossroads

bless the wake

I Am One

Honey on My Tongue, Smoke in My Chest

and liner notes):

> "Suds Me Up" is a tractor-seat slow grind, a barroom prayer, and a boot-stomp love song for the wild at heart.
This is country-funk in full Blend: dirty, divine, and dripping with charm.
With Too Short’s bar swagger, Chaka Khan’s vocal flirt, and John Lee Hooker’s stomp, it rides shotgun through lust, laughter, and low gears.



Scotch in the left hand.
Bourbon in the right.
A harmonica in the wind and a goddess in the cab.

Some drink for heartbreak.
Some drink for heaven.
This one drinks for fun—and takes you all the way home.


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Suds Me Up

Don't Flinch

All You

Beachy Dream

Ease Pon Di Earth

No Hook

The Fire in the Booth

Can’t Gaslight This

DIVINE

CHOIR NEVER LEFT

ELECTRIC MOAN

Built Like This

Shine Bright

Spell in Her Step

SEX like art

JoyFunk Boil

Glow

If Papa Smurf Is Wrong, I Don’t Wanna Be Right

Sign Posts Point to You

🚫👑

I don’t kneel—I rise. I don’t ask—I take.

I don’t whisper—I growl. I don’t break—I flood.

I don’t beg—I burn. I don’t run—I ride.

I don’t wait—I want. I don’t ache—I anoint.

[Verse 2: Lu]

I bend to bless. I taste to testify.

I breathe in BPM. My touch prophesies.

My lips linger like verses. My back arches like gospel.

I carry her name in pulse. I don’t talk—I tremble truth.

[Bridge]

[Jo: Slow grind like scripture // Lu: Breath held like prayer]

[Jo: This ain’t rhythm—it’s revelation // Lu: Every moan, a memory]

[Chorus: Jo & Lu]

Jo: I summon // Lu: I serve

Jo: I speak // Lu: I listen

Jo: I open // Lu: I enter

Jo: I blaze // Lu: I burn

Jo: I stay // Lu: I surrender

[Verse 3: Jo]

I drip on beat. I grind with faith. My hips don’t sway—they summon.

My mouth ain’t sweet—it’s sacrament. My walk speaks scripture.

My sweat signs contracts. My moan don’t fade—it loops.

[Verse 4: Lu]

My groan is a gospel loop. I don’t fuck—I remember.

I break open—not down. My breath don’t beg—it leads.

I hold her name like communion. Every sigh—a sermon.

[Outro Sermon]

This heat—holy. This sweat—scripture. This moan—ministry.

This climax—cathedral. This breath? Resurrection.

I don’t sing—I summon. This body ain’t borrowed—it’s divine.

Every exhale? A new gospel.

GospelAche

BodyFunk Gospel

Root Bloom

Godly mistake

The Alleycat Blues (Ethiopian Shuffle)

Railyard Gospel (The Chant of Tommy & Alleycat)

Gone in a Flash

The fangs they gave us weren’t for bite,
But to drain shame in private night.
We sharpened them in whispered psalms,
Over basin’s edge and mother’s palms.

[Verse 2]
Came robed in velvet, cane in hand,
Echo of chains in every band.
Our choir not in cathedrals rose,
But juke joints torn by hidden prose.

[Verse 3]
Sweat dripped scripture on bass guitar,
Gold tooth priest behind the bar.
Hoodoo preacher, two-faced bride,
Devil’s lullaby walked beside.

[Chorus]
Velvet Fang, don’t hide your truth,
Drink this fire from ancestral youth.
Sing in tongue they tried to steal,
Your bloodline still knows how to kneel.

[Bridge]
Silken bite, the song made flesh,
Midnight’s hymn in justice mesh.
Each note raised like southern rune,
Buried sun, but midnight moon.

[Finale]
Horns of Judah blow past fear,
Communion done, our gods draw near.
We feast on myth, on fang, on flame,
And leave baptized—but not the same.

Velvet Fang

Fleur et Feu

The Root

Bassline

But You Gon’ Bow

No One Owns the Drop

See Truth

Brother-Sister Groove

Choose Your Crew

Verdad

LOML

Siblings

World Circle

Choose

Breaker’s Manifesto

Glitch

L(ai)VE MUSIC

Not artificial. Already inside. The “(ai)” curves into O—LOVE closed, full, looped.

Not sound project—living groove scroll. Human-led. Soul-poured. Breath-tuned.

Afro-Purvian joy funk. Hip-hop gospel. Sacred stank soul. Tape hiss psalms. Harmonicas weep and praise.

Mouth of Queen Beast. Breath of Sacred-Masculine.
Archived Grandmother Rhythm. Whispers carried by Genderless Vessel. Groove pushed by Ritual Twin.

Every voice loops.
Every character dances.
All mirror back to you.

Every track—spell.
Every word—lived.
Every loop—mirror.

No scroll. No swipe. Press play. Close eyes. Move slow.

Dance barefoot. Sway on porches. Bend between breezes that blow sheets on clotheslines. Let rhythm dry the grief you still wear.

Think prayer dressed as bassline & grief with glitter meets joyfunk, supersoul stank space reggae rooted in Ras Tafari.

Flavored in Afro-Purvian smoke. Wrapped in funk lace. Drenched in layered scripture.

This sound haunts, heals, hums and feels like home. 
Not music. Not moment.

L(ai)VE MUSIC: You already here... stay a while, and we'll see you on the flipside of forever.

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