u got a fan from big name..... ur voice is outstanding and you should branch out .. much love

You have an amazing voice and beautiful lyrics. 👌👌 Awesome work 👏👏

Hello my name is Mortimer Scottsfold AKA Yung Fierro and this is my song Lean Boi.

Produced by Yung Fierro

Any gang name references are purely coincidental.

https://twitch.tv/inix

Lyrics:
Yeah, I be lookin like a lean boy
Cash washed up I be lookin like a clean boy
I be getting money yeah my wallet not so lean boy
Dealing on the corner I be living in a dream boy

Dealing crack on the Burger Shot parking lot
Slinging dough like a baker handling bread that's hot
On the street, strapped up, roll up and you might get shot
Those be facts, Yung Fierro in yo area

What's the deal bitch
Let's make a deal bitch
Keep on the lookout while I be dealing in my shit
Flip a trick with my hoes
Empty his pockets I want those
Selling coke at my shows
My trap-house a studio

And my wrist looking froze up
Flip my weed when it grows
On the street where we post up
Bitches scream when I blow up
Bitches scream when I blow up

Yeah, I be lookin like a lean boy
Cash washed up I be lookin like a clean boy
I be getting money yeah my wallet not so lean boy
Dealing on the corner I be living in a dream boy

Lean Boi (ANY GANG REFERENCES ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL)

Valentine Dalla finally releases her anticipated debut single "All Eyes On Me" for NoPixel 3.0
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6lRlnSvAfizxPh1EJj8OZk?si=21ee51b0889d4b20

[OTT]
Creampie, Creation
[Valentine]
Uh yeah uh, come get it now
Uh yeah uh, what you waiting for
Uh yeah uh, don’t be late now
Now (x6)
All eyes on me in the club
All eyes on me (Only me) 
All eyes on me in the club
All eyes on me (All eyes on me in the club)
Legally blonde, face front on elle
Imma take W’s, while you take those L's
I’m a diva, louis, gucci, fendi
Got too much shit, might buy a benzie
Diamonds on my neck, ice ice on my wrist
2000’s looking bitch, straight out the torre eiffel
Bomb bars, fast cars, dior and chanel
I’m a boss ass bitch, can’t you tell?
All eyes on me in the club (Sassy)
All eyes on me (Only me)
All eyes on me in the club (Classy)
All eyes on me (Savage)
All eyes on, me in the club
All eyes on, me
Now (x6)
D-A-L-L-A, Valentine
I’m worth millions, you’re not worth my time
Expensive taste, top shelf
I’m a fashion icon, sizanani lion
Punani on lock, hard to find the key
Dasani, I’m the chick that you wish to fuck
Long blonde hair, rapunzel turned bad
I am that bitch, call me boss
All eyes on me in the club
All eyes on me (Only me) 
All eyes on me in the club
All eyes on me (All eyes on me in the club)
All eyes on me in the club (Sassy)
All eyes on me (Only me)
All eyes on me in the club (Classy)
All eyes on me (Savage)

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla
Produced by Sinjon and Mixed & Mastered by Dualiity

All Eyes On Me

Third song with 
@wu_chang_records

Part of the parody Men in Black meets the Southside.
Cast: Mando, Alien 1, Alien 2, Molly (MiB), Eezy (MiB), Oswald (MiB).


Molly's PoV of the musical 
https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1087579201


Mixing Mastering (HUGE thanks):
www.twitch.tv/bytethebullet
@niko-rain

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The Valentine Dalla Diss Track
Edited and mastered by: twitter.com/Dualiity_music​ and  https://soundcloud.com/sinjonmusic
Cover Made by: twitch.tv/Malkosean
Lyrics:
Jenny Ondamic Creampie Creations,
It's over for these hoes.. RRRR
Jenny Ondamic on the scene
sending shots que the murder screams,
que the red hair u should know what that means,
bitches with the most stay doing the least.
Eat these rap bitches leave them deceased,
begging for mercy on they knees,
Molly kept the throne warm,
now its time for the real red haired queen.


It's over for you hoe, 
pack it up and let it go,
said I'm comin for the throne,
these bitch's cant match my flow,
couldn't keep up she had to go,
rap career fell through the floor,
Valentine's Day massacre, Thats a lyrical blow.

My flows are savage because
Im'a ravage on the beat, 
gold flowing on my spit,
while you bouncin' on the next clout chasin D.
You saw me eatin' good and you really wanted a seat,
thats why the record that got you signed, was a remix off my heat?
(whats goodie) 

It's over for you hoe, 
pack it up and let it go,
said I'm comin for the throne,
throwing all the lyrical stones,
at least I'll pay her for her time,
after this brutal crime,
this song dropped,
and she changed her name to Valentine Dime.


Got a number one and bought a whip 
just to crash down the street.
Yet the bill collector came you 
were caught being broke begging please!
Ringing up my line begging for 40k to pay your fees,
is it because who chang sells your tapes for free?

It's over for you hoe 
pack it up and let it go,
said I'm comin for the throne,
a beast when im in the zone,
you bitch's wish you were me,
crawl back to who chang on your knees,
I'll still walk in a room and really
all eyes are on me.

Wanted to drop a new song
asked for help from OTT.
He paid for your every move, 
even for food you eat.
Dropped him for a label that dont even know ur signed
that was out of line,
wait till the day that Mr. K decides to change his mind.


Its over for you hoe 
pack it up and let it go,
said im comin for the throne
someone give this bitch a loan,
she'd never battle me
she'd be stumbling on the beat,
when you're sucking all these dicks,
try not to use your teeth.


I'm the top of the line
the cream of the cop.
Stay in your lane
before you get dropped.
Park that car
before it gets chopped.
Your plays declining
girl just stop.
They wanted me to shoot you
but I chose to just save a clip,
made a song called bestie
but even shes about to dip.


It's over for you hoe
pack it up and let it go,
said I'm comin for the throne
your bar's they get disowned.
You dribble while I spit
you're a jester in this shit,
I'm comin in this mean
I am the Brogue Street Queen.

I'm back to do what I do
what I did with who,
on the beat while I does it.
You scrambled on the sidewalk like eggs, 
I'm talkin dozen.
I'm the masterpiece Gipetto
and you're all my little puppets,
It's over for these hoes
cut the beat that really does it.

Its Over 2.0 - Nopixel 3.0

mixing/mastering: @niko-rain

Mask up please, they cant bare to look at me
oh well, oh well, thats on me
wanted to be different but I see
folks love to be generic

Staring at me when I pass by
love all of my music but wont look me in the eyes
it seems that no one cares about the way you are inside
you gotta fit the mold or they throw you away to the side

gather everyone around me
they have stuff to say about me in the crowd
I can hear hear the people screaming

you're such a fucking freak boy, thats what they all think
so empty in acceptance tears flow in the sink
it's a lonely road I walk when I go out
i'm such a fucking freak

oooohhhhhh

*liz anya part*

you're such a fucking freak boy thats what they all think
so empty in acceptance tears flow in the sink
its a lonely road I walk when I go out
youre such a fucking freak

Freak - Damien Tinkerman ft. Liz Anya

Crush Ft Paff

Get me out (ft Rich Chanel)

Mess With Me (ft Zolo)

https://open.spotify.com/album/6T266a92kGPhCuPhitrutw
https://music.apple.com/au/album/poetry-and-zouk/1808253956
A quiet, stripped-back piece — just voice and guitar — reflecting on the emotional space where opposites meet. Common Ground explores how truth and connection often live in the grey areas, not the extremes. Like much of the album, it was shaped with the help of digital tools, but its heart is human — a minimalist moment in an otherwise layered collection.

Common ground

I came too early — don’t get me wrong,
Ten in the morning, but I dressed like a song.
Vienna slept, no churchbell cried,
So I sipped my beer and watched time slide.

Cafés whispered down Strauchgasse way,
Old ghosts flirting in broad café day.
The sun said “stay,” the clock said “fine,”
So I toasted the silence… one more time.

She called me, velvet in high heels,
A true Viennese, where charm reveals.
“Come dressed to impress — Palais tonight!”
But my cologne was barroom light.

Still I winked, said, “Vienna’s mine,”
And tangoed my guilt — one more time.

Then the DJ — oh, bless his soul,
Dropped Daft Punk in a samba roll.
I danced like sin, I spilled my wine,
And whispered inside me: “Last good sign…”

🎵 One more time — I flew where angels spin,
One more time — I let the wrong love in.
One more time — I danced like I owned the floor,
She rolled her eyes… I asked for more.

One more time — the bouncer gave a nod,
One more time — I begged, “Don’t play God!”
But that Palais kiss turned into mime…
And my love got lost… one more time. 🎵

They showed me out with a Viennese bow,
While she posed near a bust I can’t face now.
Her eyes threw daggers in designer tone,
“You danced like a tourist. Now go home.”

Woke up with guilt and my phone like stone,
Typed “Forgive me…” but slept alone.
Her message came like espresso shot:
“Go to hell.”
(She meant it. A lot.)

Could’ve been suave...
Could’ve been grace...
But wine writes wrinkles on a pretty face.
And Palais Ferstel hums my crime,
In 6/8 jazz — one more time.

🎵 One more time — I raised my glass to fate,
One more time — I loved one song too late.
One more time — no roses, just regret,
But oh, that groove — I can't forget.

One more time — she spun without goodbye,
One more time — I danced on her reply.
Vienna sighed, the bells refused to chime…
So I kissed the air —
🎵 One more time... 🎵

One more sip… one more sigh…
One more fool beneath the sky.
She left in heels. I stayed in rhyme.
Still single, baby.
One. More. Time.

One More Time (Latin Jazz)

Made this silly thing for Kiwo and her character Jackie :D. Pretty rough mix, please don't mind :P

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