Mantra Tongue

Lush bedroom RnB featuring soft pads and backwashed vocals
layered with ethereal synth tones tuned to 528Hz
218Hz
369Hz
963Hz
and 741Hz for a transcendent vibe. The groove rides on sultry trap percussion
deep sub bass
and intricate hi-hats at a slow 120 BPM
subtly increasing to 160 BPM for the outro. Verses incorporate intimate spoken word sections woven into the groove
all instruments pulsing in harmony to the alternate frequencies
creating an immersive and hypnotic flow throughout.

[Hook – whisper croon]

The slower the lick, the better the burn.

Mirror above… watch me learn.

Your thighs hold tight — breath says “stay.”

My tongue says “preach.”

Your arch says “play.”

[Verse 1 – slow-grit soul]

I crawl with rhythm, not reason.

Kiss with karma, not questions.

Tongue maps prayer in every pulse.

No chorus fakes like hips in friction.

Mirror watchin’ every sacred position.

I ain’t pullin’ no fire drill.

I pull stars down your spine.

I grip like consequence.

I praise your curve like scripture.

I speak in stuttered licks and bassline scripture.

[Bridge 1 – bounce]

Yeah I glide, then I dive.

Wrote my name where your hips still jive.

Let the mirror moan when we hit that climb.

Let the sweat write poems where your chakras align.

[Chorus – harmony chant]

Slide. Swell. Grip. Melt.

Slide. Swell. Grip. Melt.

Call me sermon. Call me silk.

You the mirror — I’m the guilt.

I’m the lick you still replay.

The slower it come, the longer you stay.

[Verse 2 – honeyed freestyle]

Tongue ain’t just muscle — it remembers.

Kisses spell home.

Every exhale you drop becomes scripture I breathe.

Shadow dancing on your lower back.

Mirror crackin’ from the quake of fact.

[Bridge 2 – staccato soul drop]

Who said rhythm gotta rush?

This lick runs like honey drippin' slow.

This body? Cathedral.

You? My gold-thighed gospel.

[Final Hook – double-time]

We ain't fast — we eternal.

We ain’t done — we glowed.

Tongue turned to tether.

You gripped and flowed.

Mirror said “More.”

I said “Watch.”

You screamed “Don’t stop.”

I heard “God.”

[Outro – bliss harmonics]

Let the mirror fade, slow as breath.

Lips part, sweat sings death.

But we — we glide in echo’s bloom.

Still pulsing under a nectar moon.

[End]





MIRROR

HOTWHEELS

she traces my name

Land

Fleur et Feu

wound

Voltage

Fleur

Wound Bloom

Voltz

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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Mantra Tongue

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