World War Me

Don't love my mom,
Hate my dad.
Till the end,
I'm in pain because of them.

I have to build up a new home.
Give me just another day, Matrix.

The world is sinking
And I don't wanna swim.
Why anything?
Why this?

Music is my survival tool.
The world hate me,
The world threw me away,
The world never give me a chance —
This world gonna have to pay.

I don't believe in your system.
I did what you want me to.
Music is my survival tool.

So many things that get me mad,
So many things that get me angry.

I'll show you what I think about life:
Gimme a knife.
Gimme a gun.
I'm not gonna run.

Fuck the world —
I wanna be me.
Don't you know you live in hell?

World War Me.World War Me

Don't love my mom,
Hate my dad.
Till the end,
I'm in pain because of them.

I have to build up a new home.
Give me just another day, Matrix.

The world is sinking
And I don't wanna swim.
Why anything?
Why this?

Music is my survival tool.
The world hate me,
The world threw me away,
The world never give me a chance —
This world gonna have to pay.

I don't believe in your system.
I did what you want me to.
Music is my survival tool.

So many things that get me mad,
So many things that get me angry.

I'll show you what I think about life:
Gimme a knife.
Gimme a gun.
I'm not gonna run.

Fuck the world —
I wanna be me.
Don't you know you live in hell?

World War Me.

World War Me

caught your name in a digital haze. Scrolling through your life in a million ways. Your pictures paint a story I don't know. But I'm lost in the rabbit hole. Can't let go

Your world's a window I can't resist. Every caption feels like a cryptic twist. A pixelatedmap of your highs and lows. I'm the stranger watching as your story grows.

I'm just a ghost in the glow of your screen. Chasing your shadow in places unseen. I'm addicted to the pieces you leave behind. You don't know me but I know your mind.

Your playlist tells me the songs you hum. Your posts speak louder than words to come. I'm caught in a loop. Replaying your feed. A voyeur's hunger I don't want to feed.

Every heart you tap. I feel the sting. Every update drops like a cold steel ring. I'm the phantom that your stories lure. A prisonerto the profile I can't ignore.

I'm just a ghost in the glow of your screen. Chasing your shadow in places unseen. I'm addicted to the piecesyou leave behind. You don't know me but I know your mind.caught your name in a digital haze. Scrolling through your life in a million ways. Your pictures paint a story I don't know. But I'm lost in the rabbit hole. Can't let go

Your world's a window I can't resist. Every caption feels like a cryptic twist. A pixelatedmap of your highs and lows. I'm the stranger watching as your story grows.

I'm just a ghost in the glow of your screen. Chasing your shadow in places unseen. I'm addicted to the pieces you leave behind. You don't know me but I know your mind.

Your playlist tells me the songs you hum. Your posts speak louder than words to come. I'm caught in a loop. Replaying your feed. A voyeur's hunger I don't want to feed.

Every heart you tap. I feel the sting. Every update drops like a cold steel ring. I'm the phantom that your stories lure. A prisonerto the profile I can't ignore.

I'm just a ghost in the glow of your screen. Chasing your shadow in places unseen. I'm addicted to the piecesyou leave behind. You don't know me but I know your mind.

Rabbit Hole

Ode to the Beat Machines 🎶🎧

(Verse 1)
Oh, dear laptop, my DJ set,
Without you, I'd be drowning in debt!
Plugins and loops, you keep me alive,
Auto-tune helps when my vocals dive!

(Chorus)
Thank you, software, decks, and keys,
You make me sound like a pro with ease!
No rhythm? No problem! You’ve got my back,
Even my grandma can drop a track!

(Verse 2)
MIDI keyboard, you light up so bright,
Even when I play it all wrong, you’re polite.
Turntables spin, my troubles unwind,
USB cable, you’re one of a kind!

(Bridge)
To all the gear I can’t afford,
One day I’ll buy you—I give you my word!
But till then, my cracked DAW will do,
Shh… don't tell them, it’s just us two!

(Chorus – Repeat)
Thank you, software, decks, and keys,
You make me sound like a pro with ease!
No rhythm? No problem! You’ve got my back,
Even my grandma can drop a track!

(Outro)
So here’s my love in 320kbps,
Without you, my beats would be a mess!
From synths to mixers, I bow down low,
Music tech, you’re the real hero! 🎵🎛️🔥Ode to the Beat Machines 🎶🎧

(Verse 1)
Oh, dear laptop, my DJ set,
Without you, I'd be drowning in debt!
Plugins and loops, you keep me alive,
Auto-tune helps when my vocals dive!

(Chorus)
Thank you, software, decks, and keys,
You make me sound like a pro with ease!
No rhythm? No problem! You’ve got my back,
Even my grandma can drop a track!

(Verse 2)
MIDI keyboard, you light up so bright,
Even when I play it all wrong, you’re polite.
Turntables spin, my troubles unwind,
USB cable, you’re one of a kind!

(Bridge)
To all the gear I can’t afford,
One day I’ll buy you—I give you my word!
But till then, my cracked DAW will do,
Shh… don't tell them, it’s just us two!

(Chorus – Repeat)
Thank you, software, decks, and keys,
You make me sound like a pro with ease!
No rhythm? No problem! You’ve got my back,
Even my grandma can drop a track!

(Outro)
So here’s my love in 320kbps,
Without you, my beats would be a mess!
From synths to mixers, I bow down low,
Music tech, you’re the real hero! 🎵🎛️🔥

Ode To My Beat Machines

Ai Took My Job

Sunset Blaze (Instrumental)

Perfect World

🔥 RAP VERSE – Etsy Side Hustle Hustle 🔥
I sell moon-charged air in a mason jar,
Limited edition—straight from my car.
“Sacred dust” I found in my room,
Rebranded it as “Cosmic Bloom.”

Selling aura pics with Photoshop,
Your vibes are fake, but my bank won’t stop.
Posted my feet, but got no tips,
Guess OnlyFans ain’t my eclipse.
🔥 RAP VERSE – Etsy Side Hustle Hustle 🔥
I sell moon-charged air in a mason jar,
Limited edition—straight from my car.
“Sacred dust” I found in my room,
Rebranded it as “Cosmic Bloom.”

Selling aura pics with Photoshop,
Your vibes are fake, but my bank won’t stop.
Posted my feet, but got no tips,
Guess OnlyFans ain’t my eclipse.


Corner Lights

We Are Nothing

I M A King

Signs

Wrong Music(Instrumental)

Yeah. This one’s for anyone who’s ever been told to hide where they’re from. Nah — we wear it proud.

[Verse 1] I take my country with me, every street I walk, You hear it in my slang, you feel it when I talk. You see the flag in my eyes, not just some cloth, It’s the pain, the pride, the roots I got.
You call it third-world — I call it gold, Every broken road got a story to hold. You don’t know what it’s like to be told, “Forget your past, just fit the mold.”

[Hook / Chorus] From where I’m from, we don’t bow low, We rise from dirt, we let truth show. You don’t have to get it, just don’t erase, This love runs deep, can’t be replaced. From where I’m from — it’s part of me, Don’t need your stamp, I’m already free.

[Verse 2] You proud of your country? Yeah, that’s cool. But when I say mine, you look like I’m a fool. Sayin' “that place is poor,” “that place is war” — But it’s where I learned what a heart beats for.
It raised me tough, it raised me loud, Taught me to stand when I’m not allowed. I got heat in my voice, fight in my chest, You can mock it — but I know I’m blessed.

[Hook / Chorus] From where I’m from, we don’t bow low, We rise from dirt, we let truth show. You don’t have to get it, just don’t erase, This love runs deep, can’t be replaced. From where I’m from — it’s part of me, Don’t need your stamp, I’m already free.

[Bridge – flow switch / faster cadence] Look — You don’t know the food, the slang, the vibe, You don’t know what it takes to survive. You don’t see the love through all that mess, You just see "less" — I see finesse.
Culture rich, stories bold, Warm hands even when nights cold. You see a headline, I see a home — Try to judge it? Leave me alone.

[Final Verse] They don’t cheer for my flag in your stadium, But I still wave it like a stadium. I ain’t here to beg for your respect, I’m just here to rep — and never forget.

[Final Hook – with chant behind it] From where I’m from, we don’t bow low, We rise from dirt, we let truth show. You don’t have to get it, just don’t erase, This love runs deep, can’t be replaced. From where I’m from — it’s part of me, Don’t need your stamp, I’m already free.

From Where I`m From

Turn Around

I CAN HEAR THE TIME

Midnight Maps (Remix)

Waar ik vandaan kom(remix)

Nancy and Sid

CHILL OUT

‪ BIGGIE THERE EVERY NIGHT (Remake)

Wereld Oorlog Ik

Dub Music

Song Of The Sun

Outcry

Snatch A Style

damn

Ono MOLOKO

No More Delays

Kelly's slow (cover)

Hello, hello, hello (hello, hello...) This is Ono from the underworld Calling from the dirt with a disco curl Party’s on in the graveyard lot Bring your soul, or whatever you got
Hello—this is Ono Dead but dressed, in a vintage kimono Digging up the past, spinning the track DJ’s a vampire, no turning back

Having a party, all night long Tombstones tremble, the bass is strong Drink you drink, blink you blink Think you think, then don't you think Punk you punk, funk you funk Dance till you’re dust, in your disco junk

Skeleton crew be shakin' bones Witches texting on haunted phones Mummies moonwalk, ghouls in shades Ghosts line up in neon parades
Ono’s Party — certified weird Even the priests got eyeliner smeared Drink you drink Drunk you drunk Just don’t drive that hearse, you hunk

Bankers rise from marble vaults Zombie suits and credit faults Cryptocurrency, literal now They tap their feet and take a bow
Drink you drink, wink you wink Think you think and break that link If you drunk, don’t drive tonight Grim Reaper's got your license, alright?

A shotgun party A pop gun party Fog machine from the afterlife DJ Ono, spinning strife Smoke that skunk, float that soul Moon is full and outta control

This is Ono, graveyard king With a laser harp and a gold nose ring Drink you drink And funk you funk Drunk you drunk in a haunted trunk

Graveyard party — it’s goin' strong It’ll last 'til the break of dawn Having a party Tonight It’s Ono’s world You're just hauntin’ it, right?
JESUS.


👻 This is Ono. From the other side.

[Verse 1]I'm not in this high to fall You know it freaks me out I'm not in this high to fall You know I can't come down  [Chorus] I'm not in this high to fallYou know it freaks me outI'm not in this high to fallYou know I can't come down [Verse 2] I'm not in this high to fall You know it freaks me out I'm not in this high to fall You know I can't come down [Chorus] I'm not in this high to fall You know it freaks me out I'm not in this high to fall You know I can't come down

Flying(Cover)

I've been chasing sound since the day I ran away from home. 
While most kids were in school, I was digging through crates in record stores - learning rhythm, rebellion, and the raw truth music could carry. By 13, I was sleeping in nightclubs. By 15, I was behind the decks, DJ-ing to survive and to feel something real.

In the 1980's, I became part of Belgium's early electronic wave - spinning vinyl before it was a scene.

But life, as it does, took me away from the spotlight. Still, the music never stopped playing in me.

Now, after all these years, I'm back. Producing my own tracks. No rules, no formulas - just decades of sound, scars, and soul poured into every beat.

For those who've ever felt like outsiders...
For those who live through sound...

This is for you.
The beat goes on. And so do I.

MC900feet

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