🎧 “We ain’t friends, we just fight in a song.”
Ultra leads, but the voices inside the track are battlin’ for control.

ULTRA WORRIED is not just a song—it’s a concept cypher turned poetic warzone. Each verse takes on a persona in a track struggling for harmony: Intro, Verse, Hook, Bridge, Outro—each character plays their part in this moody, self-aware musical drama. With jazzy vinyl textures, crackling paranoia, and a cinematic boom-bap beat, the track blends East Coast cypher grit with theater-style introspection.

Think of it like Hamilton meets Black Thought, dipped in anxiety and wrapped in rhyme structure philosophy. Perfect for fans who love rap with layers—where the form itself fights back.

🔍 Keywords baked into story: conceptual rap, cypher storytelling, paranoid lyrics, boom-bap beat, poetic hip-hop, meta-rap narrative, verse drama, rap personas

ULTRA WORRIED

If It Hot It Hot

"Heatwave" is a sultry, uptempo Funky R&B club banger that captures the electricity of a summer night on the dancefloor.

HEATWAVE

[Intro / Hook]
Alexa, play everyone who played me  
Now it’s heartbreak loops in HD, on my iPhone lately  
Run it back, lil nikka — yeah, I heard that line already  
Auto-reply on timing like “you dead to me, lul baby”

[Verse 1]
Rebooted again — I ain’t crash in a minute  
Blocked your IP — now my wifey’s WiFi winning  
How you tryna trace me when you ain’t got no pings in it  
Ghosted smooth — out the chat, thuggin with no limit  

Ran off with the logs — now she cryin’ to a chatbot  
Tried to trace me — but I vanished when the MAC dropped  
Dark mode love — you ain’t see it 'til the flash stopped (pew pew)  
Now I’m off-grid — movin’ smooth like a laptop  

She a pop-up — I just X out  
Too much traffic — so I crash out  
Out the backdoor — like I’m logged out  
Did it all clean — when you ain’t got no pings in it  

[Verse 2: Flex Mode]
iMessage green now — that’s how karma works  
Outta my life, now I’m back in my purpose  
Drip too loud — got the Net tryna nerf it  
VVs dancin’ like I scripted the surface  

I told Alexa — “play everyone that played me”  
Now it’s heartbreak loops in HD on my iPhone lately  
Auto-reply on timing like “you dead to me, lul baby”  
Blocked, unfollowed — now I’m wavy

[Verse 3: Scamcore Segment]
Punchin’ cards like Rocky — but I’m duckin’ deposits  
Profile clean — I got bots doin’ laundry  
Came up off a BIN — now I’m talkin’ like Gotti  
Giffin’ her heart like a CVV  
Three digits and she gave me the key  

Told her “don’t trip,” that’s just VPN me  
I’m outta the state — but I’m swipin’ for free  
PNC jumpin’, I feel like I’m boxed in  
Card got declined? That’s a plot twist  

Too many jugs — I don’t need to clock in  
Got shorty in Saks sayin’ “that’s not him!”  
Log so clean — it could pass for my birth cert  
I ain’t play ball — but I scam with a wrist work  

Pulled her with a punch — not a DM, a gift card  
Now she want love — tell her check with the chargeback  

[Outro Hook]
Alexa, play everyone who played me  
Now it’s heartbreak loops in HD, on my iPhone lately  
Run it back, lil nikka — yeah, I heard that line already  
Auto-reply on timing like “you dead to me, lul baby”

Alexa, play // everyone who played me

No Thank You
94 BPM • F Minor
A smooth, jazzy vibe layered over crisp trap drums. No Thank You blends soft guitar licks and mellow flute melodies into a soulful, laid-back groove. Perfect for late-night thoughts, chill freestyles, or just vibing out.

No Thank You

Dear mama.mp3

Emotional vomit

unreleased leak. 
Check out flakk on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/ZV55R8ATSKImKLlN9W

T4'$ (FLAKK FT.Lucious)

For all the fallen soldiers and standing veterans. 

Solo by HAZPAIN/Rakeem Naylor

 Now at #36 in the Pop / Rock Top 40 chart on Re-Ex

Dreams Of Fallen Heros

Yo, stay real to the bone like marrow,
Always had to watch my back, like my shadow,
Pussies wanna catch me at the lights like Harrow,
Switch it on 'em, got 'em starin' down the barrel.

Shit was never easy for a G, I was really in the street,
Tryna be all I can be, make some quarters from a key,
Man talk like they’re deep, but they shallow,
You ain't never been snitched on and had to switch on Caro.

Petrol bomb a yard, late night, fuck Caro,
Stupid old bitch, I was tryna feed my fammo,
She might understand if she saw my situation,
When I hit the roadside, there was hesitation.

But I did what I had to do for my situation,
So if it’s for the fam, fuck it, no limitations,
Man will leave him shaven, broken, man will break him,
Leave him on the curb, in a pile of blood, shakin'.

English yute, big zoot, but the roots ain’t Jamaican,
And that's how we deal with frustration,
Man want me sittin' in a ward, summertime bakin',
That's why I've been like "fuck 'em all" lately.

Pockets went slim like Shady,
If it weren't for the gym, swear I woulda went crazy,
But fuck stayin' home, bein' lazy,
Sittin' on the sofa, drinkin' Baileys.

I be outside like a stray dog with rabies,
Tellin' me she love me, babes, I’ve been livin' ugly,
And I can't be your man, tryna bang and get this money,
One man gang, but still loyal like Sully.

From the jungle, every day we used to rumble like your tummy,
Pussy comes last, but it’s my number one hobby,
I’m in and out fast, bareback with no Johnny,
I ain't even sorry for the hearts that I’ve broken.

Lovin' me's like throwin' your heart in the ocean,
From the start, man been rollin' like somethin's to be proven,
So even when I took L's, I was never losing,
I learn and move on, get some more food gone.

Been on road for too long, need to sing a new song,
Ain't no discounts on road, freebies or coupons,
Try talk to these yutes, but most of them are too gone,
I just cruise on, keep my ting certified.

Bad memories, past tragedies left me hurt inside,
It’s a dirty life, but we’re tryna go wide,
Stay real to the bone, no matter the ride,
Always watch my own back, through the lows and the highs.

Yo, stay real to the bone like marrow,
Always had to watch my back, like my shadow,
Pussies wanna catch me at the lights like Harrow,
Switch it on 'em, got 'em starin' down the barrel.

Shit was never easy for a G, I was really in the street,
Tryna be all I can be, make some quarters from a key,
Man talk like they’re deep, but they shallow,
You ain't never been snitched on and had to switch on Caro.

Petrol bomb a yard, late night, fuck Caro,
Stupid old bitch, I was tryna feed my fammo,
She might understand if she saw my situation,
When I hit the roadside, there was hesitation.


Prayers & Paranoia [Demo]

My buddy who freestyled on the verse gets out of prison in Septmeber, he a good dude haha funny asl, will be a good day

Space x AAmmons - Rainy Day Freestyle

Immersive soundscapes that blend trap, hip-hop, electronic, and experimental genres. Fuses cultural commentary with unforgettable rhythm.

mBaileyz

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