Grrr

NAS ALL-STARS

Sunday Morning

Smoothsaylin - Sunday Morning

Wiped Out!

Daddy Issues (Remix)

BABYDOLL

SPIT IN MY FACE!

i like the way you kiss me

Jump Pon Me

Unspoken Expectations

How to Save the World

Ruse

Lyrics:

In the land of darkness
The monster hid behind the guise of a savior
His voice soothing
His talk conforting
The people falled
Believing the saviour promise of salvation
Unaware that the true intent was control
But Elira a quiet woman, began to notice the cracks
The coldness between the saviour's words
One night she anchored the monsters two forms
A dark under shadow conceiled by light
With courage
Elira exposed the creature
Weakening his grip over the people
And the monster faded into the shadows
Powerless

Fooled by betrayal
Promise of salvation
His voice soothing
Hid behind the guise of a savior

Ensnared by deception
Ensnared by deception

Fading Glory

The Lady In The Lincoln

A Convict's Curse

MIK's Nuts

She Is

Not My Intention

Not My Intention (feat. Jessica Mia & Ed Eagle)

Days Like These’ channels quiet euphoria into a rich, soul-infused soundscape. Frank Joshua’s intimate vocal sits in a lush blend of warm piano, subtle horns, and cinematic electronics—balancing fragility with strength. It’s a track about inner transformation, small victories, and the rare days when everything aligns. For fans of Peter Gabriel, Bon Iver, and James Blake. A strong fit for Indie Chillout, Morning Motivation, Mood Booster, Soulful Alternative, and Art Pop Vibes

Days Like These

I am singing about how "BEAUTIFUL" the view of a “Full Moon” is when visiting the "Inner Harbour" in Baltimore, Maryland especially when enjoying a lovely view from “Federal Hill”.

Moonlight in Baltimore

Moonlight In Baltimore

Shameless

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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