we freestyled this song on ARIatHome's livestream on the streets of nyc 8 days ago, recorded it this week, and here it is <3 

Hold Me

Shit. Fuck. Shit-Fuck.

Bow n soul

Beast in the Sheets

No Hook

Swung Clean

Listen to this single everywhere!

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Spacefudjt

[Intro – Chant]
Breath first, name last
Built to speak, born to last
Hands in dirt, eyes ahead
Truth is woven, thread by thread

[Verse 1]
I walk with echoes in my stride
Roots beneath me, stars as guide
Ancestral hum in city sound
Feet on concrete, heart unbound

Taught by silence, shaped by flame
Freedom’s not a word, it’s a claim
I wear fudjt across my chest
Messages coded in every vest

[Chorus – Mantra style]
Speak it clear, wear it proud
Built by joy, we stand aloud

FUDJT fire in stitched design
Truth is thread, and thread is mine

[Verse 2]
No idol, no chain, no fake divine
We move in rhythm, word and spine

Unity in every thread we lift
A fabric born from sacred shift

Across the globe, we pulse, we call: fudjt for me, fudjt for you, fudjt for all. 

Invisible map on a stitched wall
Look Good. Mean It. 
Power to the Peaceful. 

A presence rising in every breath

[Bridge – Whisper to rise]
Breath is data
Drum is law
Clarity speaks
No need to draw

[Final Chorus]
Built to speak, we wear fudjt. 

Form is message, soul is rush
FUDJT—across the chest, one voice, truth manifest

FUDJT. 
FUDJT. 

Signal in the Thread

Say it again

italiano: Harmless as a Rose, Sharp as a Sword

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.

#sugarshack

italiano: Harmless as a Rose, Sharp as a Sword

L(ai)VE Music