Smooth Mix Fall 25

Paradise

Nevermind

Same Path, Same Curse is a lyrical warning carved in stone and soul.
This rap confronts the generational cycle of pride, violence, and blindness — the loop we walk when we refuse to learn from the past. It's a call to break the curse, to stop walking roads paved by the downfall of our ancestors and start seeking the golden crown instead of falling with the iron and clay feet.

Old wounds in new shoes still bleed.
But the ones with vision… rewrite the map.

Same Path, Same Curse

A slick, soul-soaked spin on the iconic classic.
Billie Jean (Step Lightly turns the moonwalk into a metaphor for deception—how some love moves like truth but disappears on impact. This version brings funky house rhythm to a cautionary tale of glitz, charm, and ghosts in heels. Smooth, sharp, unforgettable.

Billie Jean (Step Lightly)

Straight from Daniel 4, this is the tale of a king who fell from glory into madness — not for punishment, but for purification. It’s a warning to every throne and system that forgets the Most High. Pride builds empires. But humility builds truth.

Daniel 4, The Madness of Kings

Time Is Money

The 10 Soul Commandments are in a slow, smooth, spiritual mix and soulfully precise. Each commandment flips worldly thinking into divine truth.
Not from a pulpit — from the heart. This track teaches you how to walk true in a world of lies, without losing your essence.

10 Soul Commandments-Slow Jam Mix

[Intro]
Yeah, Lone Star on my chest, but the globe keeps the lights on—ride with me.

[Verse 1]
Boots hit the floor, coffee steam—Guatemala in the cup, Texas dreams. Zipper says YKK from Osaka steel, railmen in Gujarat load up the deal. Toast = Kansas wheat, Bahrain salt, freight so strong my F-250 hauls. Cobalt for my phone from Congo mines, lithium pulled where the Andes shine. Patriot stance but I tip my brim to the labor overseas that keeps life primed; every tick on the clock got a passport stamp, global hustle pumps my Fort Worth amp.

[Hook]
Every mile a gift—hands across the map, liberty we lift—can’t nobody cap that; docks to the crops to the code in the cloud, salute your grind, lone and loud.

[Verse 2]
Noon heat, H-Town streets, groceries chilled by a reefer fleet; Jersey barcode ballet beeps, Provence lavender scents my sheets. Rotterdam clerks trace nautical lines, Santos stevedores stack iron spines; I pledge allegiance to the grind and the flag, because freedom rides on the shoulders of the working class.

[Bridge – call & response]
Halifax lobster crews
WE SEE YA, THANKS!
Dhaka denim blues
WE SEE YA, THANKS!
Night-shift code over Dublin skies, fruit-stand poets where Oaxaca lies. Pantry passport shows your names; Lone Star love in global frames.

[Final Hook]
Every mile a gift—Texas keep it lit, may our porch-light beam repay a bit—worldwide hustle, red-white-blue, gratitude screwed and chopped right through.

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Global Hustle  [free download]

This song is born from the regret I carry for not being there when my mother died. I wasn’t strong enough to face it, and that truth still tears at me. It feels like the man I was then wasn’t truly me—just a shell watching life from the side lines. I wrote this to give voice to the pain, to honour the love I never fully showed, and to capture that memory before it fades into dust. This is my way of saying what I couldn’t back then.

My Regret - That Wasn’t Me

I love my fathers people and nation, and i hope one day the true image of the 4th beast be revealed as the image of God the red and ruddy people of Israel Babylon

Track 9 - Africa Reborn

All I'd Ever Know

Head Over Heels

Mess Me Up Again

This set was recorded live at Lyssbachmärit 2025 in Lyss (switzerland), where I had the pleasure to play for the Solidarity Agency.

Three hours of Peak Time Techno - energetic, driving, and straightforward, blending current tracks with some of my personal favorites.

A big thank you to everyone who joined and created such an amazing atmosphere.
Here’s the full recording to relive the moment.

#Techno #PeakTimeTechno #LiveSet #SolidarityAgency #Lyssbachmärit #Kadric

KADRIC @ Lyssbachmärit 2025 for Solidarity Agency

The Banquet of Worms rises as a funeral hymn for false kings, a gospel-flavoured trap lament where arrogance is swallowed by ash. Led by a deep male vocal, steady and sermon-like, and lifted by haunting female backing harmonies, the track carries the weight of judgment. The beat thunders like a procession, organs and choirs echoing against heavy 808s, as lyrics cast down the proud who feasted on lies. Each chorus rings like prophecy: every throne built on deceit will end at the same table, the banquet of worms.

The Banquet of Worms

Real Love

A Little More Love

Welcome to G-01 Productions — where rhythm meets reflection and lyrics carry light.

I create original songs and rap poetry about real life, spiritual truth, inner battles, and the divine spark we all carry. My beats are made using AI-generated production, which saves money and lets me create at a much faster pace — no waiting on a producer, just pure, raw expression.

This channel is about more than music — it’s a journey. A way to turn pain into poetry, wisdom into wordplay, and chaos into clarity. From UK drill to soulful R&B, I use sound to tell stories that wake the soul, call out the system, and celebrate the unseen.

🎤 Genres: Hip-Hop, Drill, R&B, Soul, Spoken Word
🎶 All lyrics written by me | All beats created with AI
🧠 Themes: Awakening, Zion, Elohim, Truth vs. Illusion
📍 Global sound – From Birmingham to Lagos to New York

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The Banquet of Worms

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