6NUEVE - W6RLDWILD FREESTYLE 2

bloody anthem

HMU (prod.Kenny302!)

Kobe

Bombarde (prod. dexhenry)

AZUR

2ème track de ONE TRACK ON WEEK! restez branchée la suite va être méchant 


gros shout out a trill et nomiraymember pour la prod 🙏🏽

iDSs - wizard! prod.Trill! +nomiraymember

im4l0v3r - Esc@p3! (prod ragytee)

Zola Rockstar

Dark acoustic “Unplugged in New York” vibe with raw, fragile guitar; minimal intimate mics; soft room reverb; and a trembling emotional atmosphere, Lead vocal: raspy, soulful, dynamic—whisper to belt, Gilroy Noir beats: deep heartbeat kick, subtle sub pulses, cinematic low thuds, and cold-room ambience, vibe: grunge, broken, haunting, intimate, nocturnal, 

Where Did You Sleep...

It's a spiritual, bass-and-drum-driven journey into the aftermath of childhood trauma. Using the powerful metaphor of a frantic black horse—representing both the ingrained flight response and the yearning for autonomy—the song traces the struggle of an adult self trying to calm the internal storms of the past. It's a sonic exploration of moving from fear to integration, from being chased by panic to learning to ride your own strength. This piece is for anyone who has ever felt a ghost running in their veins, and is learning to whisper, "We are safe now."

Lyrics

The hoofbeats... in my chest...
A rhythm from a forgotten forest...
Black horse... waiting...

(Way) back in the (shadow) garden, where the (light) was torn
A (fear) took root and a (runner) was born
It shaped itself in muscle, in a coat of (midnight) sheen
A creature built on (splinters), where the (safe) had never been
I hear it (pawing) at the silence, a (vibrating) in the ground
It's the (only) sound I know, the (first) sound I ever found...

Black horse, (black) horse, running from the (sun)
Hooves are beating, "Never (enough)"
You carry all the (years) I cannot (face)
In the (echo) of your frantic, endless race...
Black horse, (black) horse... let me (ride)...

Now the (walls) are just a (memory), but the (gate) is still swung wide
The (adult) hand that's (shaking), with the (child) still locked inside
You (bolt) at (slamming) doors, at a (certain) tone of voice
I'm (screaming) at your flank now, "You have (another) choice!"
But your (wild) eye is (rolling), seeing phantoms in the air
A (faithful) heart still (pounding), "Danger (everywhere)!"

Black horse, (black) horse, running from the (ghosts)
Breathing (fire) with the (pent-up) host
You carry all the (years) I cannot (face)
In the (echo) of your frantic, endless race...
Black horse, (black) horse... let me (ride)...

This time... I don't reach for the reins to pull you back.
I reach for your neck... to feel the heat.
I lay my cheek against the sweat... and whisper...
"We are not there anymore.
The forest is behind us.
The field is wide and open.
You can run... but you don't have to flee."
Your freedom is my freedom now.
Your (strength)... is (mine).

Black horse... my black horse...
We're (walking) now...
I feel your breath... slowing... matching mine...

The gate is (closed).
We are (both)... inside.

Runaway Heart - Special Edition

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