🎤 ON HOLD (ODE TO HIPHOP) 🎤
Get ready for a raw, funky throwback to the golden era of hip-hop. On Hold (Ode to Hiphop) is a tribute to the classics, blending boom bap beats, funky samples, and lyrical precision that’ll take you straight to a 90s party vibe.

Produced by the one and only Fernie Haze, this track is an anthem for hip-hop lovers who crave authenticity.

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🎤 ON HOLD (ODE TO HIPHOP) 🎤

Two voices, one message — “Yeah Right.” This track is all about calling out the fake, the shady, and the bullshit. With gritty verses and sharp delivery, Prøvawkative and T-ravill spit raw perspective on broken trust, bad vibes, and the energy shift when you’ve had enough.

Yeah Right ft. T-ravill

Sightless (prod by lock)

Recorded live at Rapture's Deli on July 17th 2025.

BOGHIAN @ The Sylvester, Miami [Rapture's Deli]

[Verse 1]
She just said, "Hold me please," under the starry skies,
Whispers soft as moonlight, shining in her eyes.
The summer breeze was gentle, as the night turned to gold,
In the quiet of the moment, her heart began to unfold.
He stood there hesitating, lost in her gaze,
With a heart full of questions, caught in a daze.

[Chorus]
Hold me… hold me… please,
She whispered like a dream,
“Ok, ok, baby,
Let’s unravel this mystery, let it be.”
In the softness of night, we’ll dance until dawn,
A country love song, where our hearts belong.

[Verse 2]
He just said, “Maybe,” with a smile on his face,
Feeling the magic of this intimate space.
Every word that they exchanged, felt like poetry in flight,
With a rhythm in their laughter, everything felt so right.
They danced in the shadows, lost in the light,
Two souls intertwined, fueled by the night.

[Chorus]
Hold me… hold me… please,
She whispered like a dream,
“Ok, ok, baby,
Let’s unravel this mystery, let it be.”
In the softness of night, we’ll dance until dawn,
A country love song, where our hearts belong.

[Bridge]
The fireflies dancing, like dreams in the air,
With every heartbeat, this magic we share.
He took her hand gently, pulled her in close,
In that perfect moment, it was love they chose.
A promise unspoken, in the warmth of their touch,
In the depth of desire, they both felt so much.

[Verse 3]
She looked up at him, saw the love in his eyes,
“Hold me forever,” was her silent reply.
He leaned in closer, hearts both ablaze,
In this dance of affection, they were lost in a haze.
Every pulse, every sigh, like a sweet serenade,
Caught in this moment, where their fears just fade.

[Chorus]
Hold me… hold me… please,
She whispered like a dream,
“Ok, ok, baby,
Let’s unravel this mystery, let it be.”
In the softness of night, we’ll dance until dawn,
A country love song, where our hearts belong.

[Outro]
So here we are together, under the stars above,
Two hearts intertwined, wrapped up in love.
With every tender whisper, our souls find their way,
“Hold me please,” she echoes, “forever and a day.”
Together they’ll cherish this magical night,
As the world fades away, feeling so right.

Hold Me Please

new flow, bit of indie, bit of tech house

PRETTY WHEN THE SKY FALLS

bass

So Special (feat. Jaaymoneygetta)

👁‍🗡️ MODUL8 – Ghosts of the Beats 👁‍🗡️

Corpse Sonata I ≠ Track 01

I thought I had silenced them, buried their sound,
but corpses of rhythm keep circling around.
Snares rattle hollow like chains in the tomb,
hi-hats whisper smoke in a ghost-haunted room.
The booth is a coffin, the verse is a curse,
every bar resurrects what I murdered in bursts.

🔗 Corpse Sonata [Vol. I]

This is not just an album. This is curbstep; a haunted collision of Phonk’s grit, Trap’s precision, Dubstep’s weight, Glitch’s fracture, and Harlem Curb’s raw swing. MODUL8 dissects the beat, buries it, and resurrects it as something darker: snares that rattle like bone, hi-hats that whisper like smoke, basslines that quake like gravestones splitting open.

I kill and confess, but the echoes repeat,
corpses of cadence lie dead at my feet.
Haunted, deranged, the refrain won’t quit,
the sonata’s eternal — you can’t escape it.

https://soundcloud.com/modul8-702279756/sets/modul8-corpse-sonata-vol-i

Ghosts of the Beats [Corpse Sonata I ≠ Track 01]

OUR WORLD

The Measure of a Man (Oh Give a Little)

Husband 💏🏻
Dog Father 🐕
Film & Television Buff 🎬
Singer/Songwriter 🎶
Passionate Gamer 🎮