Par Le Fin pour BirscardCorp. 

Rec : Jlazar / Leskar
Mix : Jlazar / Austin 
Prod : Jlazar / Austin / sp98

Cover shot by utttopie

BURNS (Prod. Jlazar)

LE CLIP EST DISPONIBLE : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFEhiOXX8yw

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Brundours : Mal de Terre

Composé et mixé par Brundours
Cover par Luhyaen

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Brundours - Mal de Terre (CLIP DISPO)

Laputa (YoungHslime Remix)

PATRON produit par Gibz

Mix-Master par Leskar

Cover par zaouchha (photo) & ilycite (edit)

PATRON (Prod. Gibz)

PERDRE (prod. by Appä)

Prod by sometimes glow
Cover Rec mix master by modj

2 Temps with Kurv (sometimes glow)

4 - CADENAS GIVENCHY prod. niche

10AM

J'arrive, promis.

prods :
LUX
Lacroix
Skeleton

MIX/MASTER : Moonrockstudio / Ayojaymee
COVER : Lowezon

Date de publication :
24 janvier 2024

GAS (prod.skeleton)

CARPET

We scribble on the walls of existence, sketching dreams,  
In the maze of the real, art’s our silent scream.  
Drip paint on the canvas, truth's untamed beast,  
In the gallery of life, from the greatest to the least.

Eyes wide on the prize, but the prize is a guise,  
Reality’s the canvas, art’s the disguise.  
A paradox spun, in the web we’re caught,  
Art frees the soul, but freedom’s just a thought.

In the halls of the divine, where echoes speak soft,  
We paint our dreams to keep the nightmares off.  
But beware the brush that moves too free,  
Reality’s the prison where art breathes deeply.

Stroke by stroke, we color the void,  
Crafting worlds in the spaces we once avoided.  
But the divine whispers, low and tart - 
“Don’t perish by art in the clutch of your heart.”

See, reality bends, a sculpture too stark,  
A reminder that light needs the absolute dark.  
Each moment captured, a frame, a part,  
Of the prison we build with the escape of art.

In the halls of the divine, where echoes speak soft,  
We paint our dreams to keep the nightmares off.  
But beware the brush that moves too free,  
Reality’s the prison where art breathes deeply.

Twist the locks with brushstrokes bold,  
In a jail of colors, truths untold.  
Divine’s the game, reality’s the score,  
We're prisoners and wardens, both rich and poor.

So we dance in the shadows of our own creations,  
Art is the jailer, reality’s station.  
In this cosmic gallery, we linger, we fight,  
With art as our beacon, in the depth of night.

Paint a Prison, Paint a Door

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BURNS (Prod. Jlazar)

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