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"This seduction of sadness is a whisper dressed in velvet - it doesn't beg you to listen, it lures you in.

The "candy man" is not cute - he is danger wrapped in comfort
Even pain wears a scent - when it wants you back..
You were warned, but you opened the door anyway"

***
the candy seller is already here..
but..
he's just a part of your hell..

you know..-
he always comes back..
even if - it's not worth it..

when you meet him -

don't say hello..
don't say my - hello!..

yes.

all feelings have become a lie..

- tell me yourself, what to do? ..

you tried to be good
and got tired... - of living...

you left...
left nothing....

we are not braver together
here we are - nobody...
nobody...

result:

sounds like an echo - this emptiness..

be afraid I'm with you..
be afraid I'm with you..

you don't seek salvation -
you drag yourself along...

you hide... -
what's left in your dream...

and you lose everything..

changing places and names...
not experiencing pain -
you get stuck in it yourself..

and - you buy sweets!..

saying -
that all this is not about you!..

but...
the sweets seller is already nearby
and he is only a part of your hell..

he always comes back..
even when you don't need it..

and
how will you greet him

don't say hello!..

hello

***
продавец конфет - уже здесь..
но..
он лишь часть твоего ада..

знаешь..-
он всегда возвращается..
даже если -  не надо..


как встретишь его -

привет не передавай ..

мой -
 привет -
не передавай ..


да.

 все чувства стали ложью..

 - сам скажи как быть ..

ты пытался стать хорошим 
и устал... -

жить...


нам 
ты ...
 не оставил... ничего....

мы -  не смелее вместе 
вот мы и - никто...
никто...
итог..

и звучит эхо - этой пустотой..

бойся я с тобой..
бойся я с тобой..

ты спасения... не ищешь -
тянешь за собой...
за собой...
скрываешь... -
что  осталось в твоём сне...
и всё теряешь..
всё теряешь..

 места и имена меняешь ...
 не пройдя  через боль
 сам в ней застреваешь..
и - покупаешь ..  

говоря -  
что это всё не про тебя..

но...
продавец конфет уже рядом
и он лишь часть твоего ада..

он всегда возвращается..
даже когда не надо ..

и
как  встретишь  его 
 привет не передавай ..

мой - 
привет не передавай ..

хай хх-хай
хаи-хай

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

Ashes to Amber

/в небе нет сомнений - и не каждый полёт нуждается в карте/
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

white origami sheets
folded into
sharp corners
so as not to get lost in the clouds
and checkered sheets - so as not to get wet..

the maps lied to us with a dotted line
if we listened to their lies -
then we would fold our wings and fall
thinking that we will not find the truth..

where the airfield does not accept
a paper airplane will fly
and its radars will not catch
all the dashing air defense - take off!..

....
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

***

сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

оригами белые страницы
сложные и 
острые углы 
чтобы в облаках не заблудиться
и не мокли в клеточку листы..

карты нам пунктирами наврали
если бы мы слушали их ложь -
то сложили крылья и упали
думая что правды не найдёшь..

где аэродром не принимает
долетит бумажный самолётик
и его радары не поймают
все лихие ПВО —  в пролёте!..

....
сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

to you

I Can Hear The Time (remake)

Snatch A Style

IF  SPEAKING  OUT  FEELS   DANGEROUS  NOW,                       IMAGINE  HOW  MUCH  WORSE  IT WILL GET ,                                           IF WE STAY SILENT ...
 FUCK                                                                                                  [Instrumental]                                                                                                               

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 chaence —
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.

Home

[Verse 1]
There's monsters in the city, the greedy, the smugness in the city
And nothing's been the same since they killed Pac and Biggie
A mic check, a mic check, one two
They always try to cut you off when you start to speak the truth
So what's the truth? And what's the lie?
Why the US always running genocide?
And what is war? And what is peace?
And what's their business always in the Middle East?
They take stakes and make tanks and make banks, so West Bank
They bang bang and gang bang, they slave trade and slang things
Like AKs, grenades made to raise flames and make waves to end race wide
It's for the money and the power, it's the higher ups who they be hungry and devour
Rich eat the poor, but I hope it stays sour
Our social calls are for us from the world, we're all be ours
Ours, on the clock go tick tock, your wrist watch has been stopped
The rich watch it kick spots and get topped to keep them lips dropped
It stops when kids are topped through hip hop

The Greedy

Atmosphere

Don't Let Life F*** You Up

🎵 "You Don’t Get to Erase Me" 🎵 (Protest anthem – strong beat, defiant tone)
[Verse 1] I carry my country on my back — No matter where I go, that’s a fact. You can call it poor, you can call it weak, But it gave me my voice, it taught me to speak.
[Pre-Chorus] It’s in my blood, it’s in my bones, Not just a place — it’s what I call home.
[Chorus] You don’t get to erase me, Just 'cause you don’t understand. I come from a place you look down on, But I still love that land. You can label it third-world, Say it’s broken, say it’s wrong — But I see pride, I see strength, I see where I belong.
[Verse 2] Some wave their flag like a golden crown, While mine gets laughed at, talked down. You say I should hide it to fit in, But I won’t wear shame on my skin.
[Pre-Chorus] Your silence cuts, your words are loud, But I won't disappear into your crowd.
[Chorus] You don’t get to erase me, Just 'cause you don’t understand. I come from a place you look down on, But I still love that land. You can label it third-world, Say it’s broken, say it’s wrong — But I see pride, I see strength, I see where I belong.
[Bridge] You don’t see the streets I walked, The way my people live, the way they talk. You don’t taste the food, you don’t feel the pain, You just see struggle and throw out blame.
[Breakdown – spoken or shouted] We’re not less. We’re not a joke. We built dreams out of dust and smoke. So don’t tell me to forget where I’m from — That place raised me, made me strong.
[Final Chorus – louder, with a crowd feel] You don’t get to erase me, You don’t write my name in shame. You can mock my flag and laugh me off, But I’m not playing your game. This is love that you can’t take, This is home that you can’t break — I stand tall, I sing loud, I come from the unbowed.

You don't get to erase me

yo man the gang is back and we are still the same like real homies.
Rollin’ down the block, blasting every nig gah in the face that wont listen to us.

i was raised in da hood and dont give a fukk where u been raised because u are just a dumb fukker that is still sucking on moms tits.
me and the homies smoking weed since we were kids playing basketball in the parking lot, fukking bitches behind the club.
dont ever mess with us or the gang shots you down
(bang bang bang)

our homie jason gonna kick your ass if u open your mouth again, so listen to the black motherfukkers from da hood and leave your words in your big mouth.
Dealing drugs on the street and some motherfukker stole my weed, so i shot that bitchazz in the balls and he screamed like a wimp.
im a bad nig gah since i was in dads balls, now im the home to the homie.

your mom sucks my dih for a dollar so she can pay the bills and you can watch sex on tv because you get no bitches.
thats the life in da hood while you nig gah get pulled over by the cops get arrested instead of shooting that fukker in the face.

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

i was raised in da hood and dont give a fukk where u been raised because u are just a dumb fukker that is still sucking on moms tits.
me and the homies smoking weed since we were kids playing basketball in the parking lot, fukking bitches behind the club.
dont ever mess with us or the gang shots you down
(bang bang bang)

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

your mom sucks my dih for a dollar so she can pay the bills and you can watch sex on tv because you get no bitches.
thats the life in da hood while you nig gah get pulled over by the cops get arrested instead of shooting that fukker in the face.

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

our homie jason gonna kick your ass if u open your mouth again, so listen to the black motherfukkers from da hood and leave your words in your big mouth.
Dealing drugs on the street and some motherfukker stole my weed, so i shot that bitchazz in the balls and he screamed like a wimp.
im a bad nig gah since i was in dads balls, now im the home to the homie.

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

(Yeah motherfukker What'd you say?)

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

(Yeah motherfukker What'd you say?)

What'd you say?
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
what? What'd you say?

(Yeah motherfukker What'd you say?)

What'd You Say ?

[Verse]
Yo check the mic one two
This ain't no zoo
But the animals roam free
Concrete jungle you see

[Prechorus]
It's a dirty game
Full of hunger and shame

[Chorus]
Concrete Jungle Fever
Burning me up like a heater
Concrete Jungle Fever
Is a true deceiver

[Verse 2]
Gotta stay sharp gotta stay wise
Or get lost in their lies
Streets are paved with broken dreams
So it seems

[Bridge]
Watch your back watch your front
Before you get sunk
This place is a war zone
You're better off alone

[Chorus]
Concrete Jungle Fever
Burning me up like a heater
Concrete Jungle Fever
Is a true deceiver

Concrete Jungle Fever

Bubbling in my skin I feel the pain bleeding out
Cries for my sisters that are buried underground
And I still hear their sounds, sounds of their voice
But the fear that they were living never had no choice
Generational trauma, la mujer asesinada
Gotta protect your mama, gotta connect each other
This the light at the end of the tunnel
Getting you out of the struggle
When the world is falling down I get you out of the rubble
(Huh)

[Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                     

We were leaders once,
Fire in our hands.
Healing, knowledge,
Power in demand.

Then they stole it,
Burned our names.
Called us witches,
Drowned in shame.

Still today—
Shut us up,
Pay us less,
Push us down,
Call us prey.
But we won’t fade away.   Told to be pretty,  But never too smart.  Quiet your voice,  Don’t speak from the heart.
Never complain, Never defy.  Be a good daughter, Be a good wife.
Hide your anger,  Swallow your needs.  Dress up your pain,  And call it “pleased.”
Dress sexy—you're a slut.  Don’t dress up—you’re a prude.  No matter what you do,  You're always wrong.

 [Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                         

I scroll and see it—
Mocking lines.
Too loud, too soft,
Step out of line.

Too ambitious,
Too much fire.
Too emotional,
Called a liar.

Every post—
Same old game.
Every word—
Our worth in chains.  We fight online,
Weapons in words.
Forget the system,
Forget what we’ve learned.  Hey, no more hiding.
No more holding it in.
Say your truth, even when it scares you.
I see your pain, and you don’t have to carry it alone.
Teach your daughters to fight,
teach your sons to respect.
We can tear down the old shit,
we can build something better.
Now is our time — and you, yes you, are the one.
Keep going. Keep rising. You’ve got this. 

{Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]

Queen

F*** Fame

Ever seen a hundred fifty, bottles all up
Ever seen a G, start with nothing, then we ball up
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Yeah it do, champagne issues
We ain’t runnin’ from no issues
(Verse 1)
I’m not into what these dudes into
Knew that since I was a young’n
On front street, no stress on me
If they press, I keep it jumpin’
Respect on my name, what you living to vibe for?
Same thing I’m living to shine for
No big homies, we the bosses, rich
Put my foot in the door off the hustle, legit
All them nights in the grind
Now the glow up so bright
And what make up for it, baby
Is the commas in sight
(Hook)
Ever seen a hundred fifty, bottles all up
Ever seen a G, start with nothing, then we ball up
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Yeah it do, champagne issues
We ain’t runnin’ from no issues
(Verse 2)
Most def, y’all seen bae
Every single thing I touch got the DJ  QINO sayin’ replay
Money on the line, ring-ring, we gettin’ paid-paid
Been lit since ringtones was the wave-wave
I’m up, lil baby, no loose change
Need a chef in the kitchen like Ving Rhames
Imagine broads seein’ me fly with my chain swang
Sunshine on my teeth, smile glowin’, it’s the same thing
Is you happy for me or nah?
That’s the only thing that I pose
But truthfully, it don’t matter
I just make a bop for my foes
(Hook)
Ever seen a hundred fifty, bottles all up
Ever seen a G, start with nothing, then we ball up
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Yeah it do, champagne issues
We ain’t runnin’ from no issues
(Verse 3)
Thinkin’ bout it, nah that ain’t gon’ fix you
We in motion, the vibe might lift you
I’m into gettin’ every dollar, GED
But broke days never made me feel free
So I max out, good times on repeat
Life sweet, lil baby, like candy on the beach
Manila envelope, world lookin’ magical
I can buy this, buy that, feel radical
Hundred bands rubberbanded, stuntin’ with a kitty-cat
Even with a hunnid mill, I’m laughin’ where the haters at
Yeah, I can sense jealousy, but I brush that
Smiles in the club, all love, we above that
Bad Boy spirit, you know we still learnin’
Glow up crazy, I’m better in person
(Hook – Outro)
Ever seen a hundred fifty, bottles all up
Ever seen a G, start with nothing, then we ball up
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Yeah it do, champagne issues
We ain’t runnin’ from no issues

Don't that shit make you happy ?

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.

You don't get to erase me

ONO MOLOKO