So Fine

2077

Tropical Heat

Embark on a sonic journey to the shores of the Black Sea with "HADi DANS", the captivating new release from ADEM BOGOCELI on First House Records. 🌊

This is where ancient tradition meets the modern dance floor. Feel the raw, haunting soul of the Kemence, a timeless instrument from Trabzon, as it weaves through a vibrant tapestry of Afro and Deep House rhythms. It’s more than just a song - it’s a feeling, a movement, a memory brought to life.

"HADi DANS" is a dance between past and present, a celebration of cultural roots, fire, and freedom. Let the rhythm move you.

Listen now and experience the sound that connects worlds.

HADi DANS

Beatport

Most Excited Recitation by Sahibzada Muhammad Nouman Listen the voice...

Surah Dahar Recited by Sahibzada Muhammad Nouman  (سورة الدھر).m4a

Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

This game is padlocked
But it’s a bad lock
Which I broke 
with my mad bops
Pop drops
Explode like pop rocks
Or mentos and coke
Want all the smoke?
Buttholes are closed
And clenched
When I walk into the room
Pussies are drenched
Wussies are wrenched
And screwed
Not chopped
This is hip hop
And I’ll cryp walk
In gym socks
Before I’ll ever
Give up

[pop]
[guitar]
[female]
Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

[rap]
[fast]

Split the seas
Then spun the two sides 
Like I was a Vietnamese 
DJ MC that sampled 
The police and got stung
Like a bee
Im in the journey 
To the top of the pops
And I’m soon to be 
A human beings
Best friend  
Besides pussy 
Oh why do I 
mention
These looney tense
Dimensions
Mooning for impressions 
On X and Ig 
Had sex with Heidi
Klum she’s some 
Poon plus she’s dumb
Umm I mean hey girl hit me up
Because I want to stitch you up
With my prick 
But yea I’m a dick 
A shave the hair off my pigs
To keep them well behaved 
Hegentic and afraid
Of me heehee 
I’m pretty wackiiiiiii
With flow like a fat gaiiiiiiii
Has rolls yea I’m that guy
My poles getting jacked I
Can’t complain  
Ran a train 
On all your relatives 
My problems executive
Functioning I’m really into 
Mumbling and blabbering
But reign it in to nab you kid
Take a stab at it
Like it’s bad fabric 
I’m a mad tantric 
Manhattened 
Man, n**,
I can’t live
I hardly
Can manage 
Sometimes
Without music
Because music
Undoes damage 
From havoc
Of daily life,
Traffic
Marital strife
Acid
Always being flaccid 
Flow is elastic 
Soldier of plastic 
Mold in bowl 
Yea I grow 
Like a soul 
Yikes I’m old 
But in bold 
And will take
You and the universe
To your toes.

[pop]
[guitar]
Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

Where Could My Baby Be

THE ROOTSROCK AGGREGATION

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