Hold it highThis umbrella of dreams

Turn around, drop it down, let it spin
Heat climbs fast on electric skin
Stillness coils in a locked-in grin
Hips speak loud where the gods grew thin
Countdown breaks on a breath held tight
Walls lean close like they know the bite
Dip down slow, make the stillness grin
Movement born where the shadows pin

Control in the hips, chaos in the breath
Pulse like a metronome soaked in sweat

Time moving slow on the head of a pin
Spells get cast where the sweat sinks in
Breath holds still while the ceiling spins
Crack the calm with a half-closed grin
Body like gospel sung from the floor
Thirst writes lines no voice can ignore
Breath twists tight where the silence stays
Sound breaks open in unsaid praise

Taste left raw in a breath half-spilled
Stillness breaks like a nerve unfilled
Pressure hums where the hush gets thrilled
Drums hit deep when the dark stands still
Knees find dusk, then rise through ache
No light left for the rules to fake
Fingers carve what the words won’t take
Name said once like the ground might shake

Control in the hips, chaos in the breath
Pulse like a metronome soaked in sweat

Time bites back where the rhythm fed
Riding through fire on a prayer left dead
Nails sink deep in a faith gone gray
Hands confess what no lips say
No god in the room, just breath and sway
Will breaks clean like a vow gone stray
Breaks land sharp in a soundless stay
Breath snaps sharp in a hunger fray

Lips trace slow like a crime untried
Teeth hold heat where the sins still hide
Air gets thin where the gasp won’t glide
Marks bloom fast down the shiver side
Grip locks soft like a threat disguised
Tremble grows loud where the rhythm lies
Balance falls hard with the want too wide
Touch turns pure when the shame won’t slide

Control in the hips, chaos in the breath
Pulse like a metronome soaked in sweat

Time splits open in a breathless spin
Skin reads truth no tongue could win
Drip hits floor like a vow worn thin
Sound folds in where the ache begins
Flesh turns myth when the rush won’t wait
Heat prays loud on a heavenless gate
Voice breaks soft in a ruin that stays
Rhythm breaks wild in a body’s blaze

No light left when the sound fades slow
Taste still clings where the hands let go
Floor holds shape where the rhythm spilled
Heat stays loud when the room goes still
Lips didn’t speak but the truth got known
Nothing feels wrong when the skin gets shown
Time doesn’t end just slips away
Stillness hums like it learned to obey

Where the Rhythm Spilled

This song is a simple, repetitive celebration of the sun and heat. Its minimalistic lyrics create a hypnotic, summer-like atmosphere. The focus is on warmth, brightness, and the energy that the sun brings. It conveys a feeling of relaxation and enjoyment in the sunlight. The repetitive structure emphasizes the immersive sensation of being under the sun.

Песня представляет собой простое, повторяющееся восхваление солнца и жары. Минималистичные тексты создают гипнотическую, летнюю атмосферу. В центре внимания — тепло, яркость и энергия, которые приносит солнце. Песня передаёт ощущение расслабления и удовольствия в солнечном свете. Повторяющаяся структура подчёркивает погружение в атмосферу пребывания на солнце.

Solar Rhythm (Солнечный ритм)

Swallow Glass

Clear Vision

“Whenever I Make a Move” reads like a meditation on intent and consequence — it’s about how each action, no matter how subtle or bold, sends ripples through personal and public arenas. It blends themes of strategy, self-awareness, and cultural legacy, often using metaphors like chess, alleyways, or street lamps to evoke motion and presence.
The narrator seems to assert:
“Every shift I make echoes, even in silence.”

It’s lyrical self-mapping — part cautionary tale, part declaration.

Whenever I Make a Move(1) #Hip Hop

"This is the sound of a nation on fire."

Halfway Hallow’s debut is a scorched-earth fusion of rap, metal, and revolution — 20 tracks of raw truth, blistering riffs, and unfiltered rage aimed at the corrupt systems choking society. With venomous bars, soaring hooks, and explosive screams, Shadows of the Hill to Pawn Shop Nation tears through political lies, media manipulation, class warfare, and spiritual betrayal.

This isn’t just an album.
It’s a warning.
A war cry.
A soundtrack for the silenced.

They Let Him Walk

Come Loves

🔥 New Track Out Now! 🔥  
Title: [Lonely Notes]  
Produced by: [Music RooM]  

This track is a blend of real bars, raw emotion, and authentic rap vibes.  
If you're into real hip hop, storytelling, or trap beats – this one's for you.  

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Lonely Notes

🔥 New Track Out Now! 🔥  
Title: [Who Are You]  
Produced by: [Music RooM]  

This track is a blend of real bars, raw emotion, and authentic rap vibes.  
If you're into real hip hop, storytelling, or trap beats – this one's for you.  

💬 Let me know what you think in the comments.  
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Who Are You

    This isn’t a song. It’s a warning in the dark.   

    You scroll my feed like it’s a prayer.
    I’m sipping vintage on the terrace, alone in the rain.   

    Ghosts in Lace—the sound of obsession drowning in silence.
    A Roman villa at 3AM. Tiber River holding its breath.
    The ghosts you chase? They’re just echoes in my room.   

    ✖️ Front-row fakes don’t get the villa.
    ✖️ Simps don’t get the truth.
    ✖️ You were never real.   

    Lies in Lace, Pt. II // Exile Edition
    Luxury exile. No front-row fakes.   

    (The villa’s waiting. You’re just the shadow on the wall.)   

    #CARMINE #LiesInLace #GhostsInLace #ExileEdition   
     

CΛRMIИΞ - GHOSTS IN LACE

Nivexa Productions is an independent record label hailing from Nebraska. Nivexa Productions is making seismic waves in the world of electronic music. An independent production studio with a passion for crafting beats that transcend genres, Nivexa Productions produces beats for artists such as K-Dub-Ya, Filth Android, Dollhouse Graveyard, Aria Rayne, Roman Blaze, Truth Dogg & The Watchtower Collective, Celtic Ember, Phoenix Ascendant, 90 Seconds to Midnight, Revolutionary Renegade, Crypt Howler, Sofia Azul, Santino Costa, Punchline Prophets, RT4L, and Dark Carnival Squad.