Track Lyrics:
Yo, j’entrelace mes pensées au tonnerre de la basse,
Ma plume devient laser, fend la fumée, le verre et la glace,
Glitch dans la matrice, mon cœur bat le rythme des foules,
Les syllabes font des saltos — la vérité parle sans cagoule,

Yo, I lace my thoughts with bass-line thunder, 
 Ink spills lightning, split the night asunder. 
I’m the glitch in the grid, pulse of the crowd, 
Wordplay acrobat, flipping truth out loud.
 Dreams on my sleeve, no ghostwriter pen, 
I carve my future in the beat—amen. 
From the static I rise, vinyl-dust phoenix, 
Flow so clean it rewrites the remix.




Beat knocks heavy like a heart in a drum,
City lights flicker—every bar is a crumb.
Turntables orbit, I’m conducting the stars,
Catch spark in the groove, leave a trail in the bars.
No entourage myth, just a craft and a plan,
Built from late-night drafts and the calloused hand.
Truth in my cadence, no costume, no tricks,
I tune the room’s pulse, then I sharpen the mix.

Stage smoke swirling, I’m a lighthouse beam,
Guide lost voices to the shore of a dream.
Cuts like a scalpel through the noise and the hype,
Let the kick write laws while the snares type.
Hunger in my lungs, purpose in my pitch,
Turn pain into gold with a crossfade switch.
When the crowd goes silent, I still won’t flinch—
I bend time on the beat till the seconds pinch.

Beat Knocks

An adrenaline-shot at 140 BPM—razor wordplay over bass-line thunder, glitchy sparks, and vinyl-dust grit. No ghostwriter, just truth flipped loud.

Phoenix

Melodic EDM with a half-time groove (70 BPM ≈ feels like 140). Breathy female lead, minor-key topline, pulsing sidechain and wide pads create a cold-city, late-night mood. The song is an alternative pop track with a driving electronic beat and a melancholic vocal delivery. The instrumentation features a prominent synth bass line, a consistent electronic drum beat with a strong kick and snare, and atmospheric synth pads. The vocal performance is a female lead, characterized by a breathy, almost whispered quality in the verses, transitioning to a more sustained, emotional delivery in the chorus. The melody is largely diatonic, with a focus on minor keys, creating a somber yet engaging atmosphere. Production elements include reverb on the vocals and synths, creating a spacious soundscape. The song structure follows a typical verse-chorus format with a bridge and an instrumental outro. The tempo is moderate, and the key appears to be in a minor mode, contributing to the overall introspective mood.

Song lyric:

Bus-stop halos, winter scarves undone,
Cracked-screen maps say we’re one stop from “us.”
You crown your cappuccino with a paper sleeve,
I fold the receipt like a promise I’ll keep.
If love’s our names misspelled in marker blush,
Hit “repeat” on us, hit “repeat” on us.

Write my name wrong on a paper cup, 
Latte foam hearts saying “don’t give up.
” We share one table, two tired eyes,
 City wakes slow while the steam replies.
 If love’s a playlist on a Monday bus,
 Hit “repeat” on us, hit “repeat” on us.


Hit “repeat” on us

“WILL IN WINTER BREATH” rides at a cold 140 BPM, blending dark, introspective lyricism with hard-hitting, spiritual energy. It’s a gritty, poetic rap about faith under fire — where frozen streets meet divine redemption. The flow moves sharp and deliberate, built for fans of moody, conscious, and atmospheric hip-hop with weight in the bars and tension in the beat.

Expect icy wordplay, cinematic religious imagery, and underground energy that hits somewhere between street confession and sermon. Perfect for listeners who vibe with dark trap, lyrical spiritual rap, or 140 BPM grime-inspired intensity.

Keywords: dark rap, lyrical rap, 140 BPM, spiritual rap, underground hip-hop, poetic rap, introspective, conscious rap, dark trap, sermon rap, faith and struggle.

lyric:

I wrote my will in winter breath, each syllable a frostbit vow,
Stared the hearse down, blinked first? Never — we can talk that now.
I was prey in the alley, now I pray in the valley of knives,
Let the altar alter me—cut sin loose, rethread my life.
Cross on my back like freight and fate—same weight, same wait,
Every late-night doubt tried taxing grace; He waived that rate.
I keep a psalm in the chamber, spin the cylinder—click, it’s peace,
Devils audit my failures, God redlines each guilty piece.

I’ve seen halos go 404, then patch back in the bleed,
Where the sirens sing in minor C, He majors my need.
I buried versions of me—small funerals behind my eyes,
Every “R.I.P.” became “R.I.S.E.”—watch the letters revise.
If the grave writes laws, then Grace appeals—case closed, say less,
I’ve got tombstone etiquette: bow once, then step.
When the clock gets hostile, I baptize time in faith,
Let the second hand drown, surface clean—new pace.
If death wants rent tonight, slide this note beneath the bar:
“Paid-in-full, signed Blood of the Son”—stamped across my scars.

WINTER BREATH

Атмосферная электронный трэк о тепле марта, касаниях, синкопах дыхания и двух людях, которые зажигают друг друга даже в полумраке города.
Пар, свет, пульс и взгляд — всё сплетается в один такт, который снова ставит «нас» на репит.
Трек о моменте, когда тишина громче слов, а прикосновение — честнее признаний. Нежный женский вокал, мягкий электронный вайб и ощущение близости, которое не хочется отпускать.

Если внутри этот лайт — love-song дописанный на показ:
На репит — нас, на репит — нас.
Дышим синкопой, и такт сам накрутит фраз:
На репит — нас, на репит — нас.

Шёпотом — тише, не надо,
Пульс у виска — как такт.
Ты касаешься взглядом,
Губы решают — контакт.

Поздно — но свет не гас,
Пульс подбирает бас.
Город из звука и фраз,
Снова включает нас.

Если внутри этот лайт — love-song дописанный на показ:
На репит — нас, на репит — нас.
Дышим синкопой, и такт сам накрутит фраз:
На репит — нас, на репит — нас.

на репит - нас

“Лечу к тебе” — это атмосферный электронный трек на стыке вокала и рэпа, где мелодичная лирика встречается с плотным ритмом. Композиция раскрывает историю человека, который блуждает по краю чужих дорог, теряется в тревожных мыслях, но снова и снова находит путь к тому, кто является для него тихой опорой.

В первом куплете — полёт через внутренние сомнения, в котором тишина становится точкой перезапуска. Во втором — напряжённое стремление к тому, что важнее хаоса мира. В третьем — ночь, город и невидимые мосты, ведущие только в одну сторону — к тому, кто притягивает светом.

Рэповая подача плавно переплетается с мягким вокалом, создавая контраст между уличной прямотой и интимной эмоциональностью. Электронная аранжировка держит напряжение до самого финала, где кульминация превращается в мощное заявление: даже сквозь разрушенный мир герой собирает себя заново, чтобы снова идти прямо к тебе.

лечу к тебе

A nocturnal anthem for the ones moving in the shadows. This track paints a scene of escape, coded communication, and silent rebellion against a surveilled cityscape. With lyrical imagery of fading sirens, rain-silvered streets, and ink across the skyline, it’s a cinematic rap voyage through the urban maze. It's about two souls, out of sync with the world but in tune with each other, leaving untraceable steps in the haze. The rhythm captures the tension of the run and the poetry of the hidden path.

Track Lyrics:

So tell me—
When the darkness starts to shift my vision,
Fade the warning lights
And change the whole transmission.
They can’t trace our steps,
We’re moving through the maze;
Ink across the skyline
Writes our hidden ways.



Tell me now—
When the shadow starts to blur my meaning,
Let the sirens fade
And rewrite what I’m dreaming.
They won’t catch our run,
We’re slipping through the night;
Raindrops in the silence
Echo in the light.


But tell me,
If my shadow dims my vision,
Mute the siren glow,
Make a new decision.
They can’t read our tracks,
Two hearts out of phase;
Rain writes us in silver
Across city haze.


But tell me—
When the shadow shifts my mission,
Shut the red-night lights
And start a fresh rendition.
They can’t read these lines,
We’re moving off the grid;
Soft traces in the puddles
Echo what we did.

Litvin IA

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