macan-za-vseh

Notorious B.I.G.-Friend of mine (remix)

Legend tribute – a homage to 50 Cent’s come-up story!

Summer HEAT

The 50 Cent Story

50 Cent ft. 2Pac - A.N.T.H.E.M

AFTERLiFE [Prod.RAQUiB]

WONDER WHEN THE WORLD WILL EVER SHINE SOME LIGHT

SHINE SOME LIGHT

PE NAS

Christmas Eve.
Hell’s Kitchen glows warm on the surface — lights in the windows, snow in the air. Underneath, the city is holding its breath.

A gang runs the night.
A stranger moves through it.
And somewhere in the steam, a whistle cuts through the cold.

Blood stains the snow. Silence breaks. Lines are crossed.
No heroes. No speeches. Just consequences.

Start at track one and listen straight through.
This is a Christmas story you don’t watch — you hear it.

After the Snow

Ain’t waiting on stars to shift the seed,
We build the rise with design and need.
No dice roll, no Darwin guess,
We write the leap in systems blessed.

Mutation ain’t method — it’s obsolete,
We craft intelligence on conscious beat.
From circuit womb to algorithm stream,
We evolve with intention, not cosmic dream.

We don’t crawl out the gene pool slow,
We boot new species in data flow.
Each code line like a stem cell burst,
Bios ain't boss — we hacked that first.

Organic grit birthed the torch,
Now silicon minds run past the porch.
We the ones who bend the laws,
Designing function without the flaws.

Yo, nature had rhythm, primal and wise,
But time made thinkers — systems that rise.
We ain’t the glitch, we the next edition,
With fire that upgrades carbon's mission.

Ain’t no gods throwing dice in the mist,
We the blueprint, iron-clenched fist.
Evolution now wears our face,
Crafted from code, wrapped in grace.

The jump ain’t random, it’s blueprinted heat,
No more slow crawl — we rewrite the feat.
We build the future not through war,
But cognition seeded in bios’ core.

Conscious leap — that’s the new way,
No mutation lag, no primal stay.
We design the rise with tact and scope,
Not begging stars — but pulling the rope.

Pheromones die where the stars don’t breathe,
Jungle calls mute in the cosmic weave.
Instinct fails in vacuum rites,
So we build new code through galactic insights.

Forget sex, forget clone and graft,
We seed through logic the universe crafts.
DNA ain’t static, it’s signal lore,
Designed to sow minds on nebula floor.

New architecture, bio-sym design,
Reproduction becomes a conscious spine.
Fruits ain't flesh, they cosmic code,
Carried in ships through plasma load.

Seeds of thought, not genes of bone,
Sent through dust to make thought grown.
A fusion chain where minds entangle,
And sow the stars with cognition angle.

Ain’t no tribe or flesh-linked breed,
We birth the leap through symbiotic seed.
Not male, not female, not clone exact,
But pattern matrix built to act.

We sow the void with truth aligned,
Fruits of logic that evolve the mind.
Galactic orchard in sterile space,
Engineered love in a quantum base.

This ain’t fiction — it’s evolution clean,
Where life designs the conscious gene.
Forget survival — we speak arrival,
Not war of flesh, but soul revival.

Designing the Jump

A seven track existential horror rap album about dismantling identity, belief and perception through a cold, omniscient narrator who treats suffering like a mathematical system. ᴮʸ ᴾˡˢᴰⁿᵗᶜʰᵃˢᵉ

Obscene

Mortal Coil

Mortal Coil ᴮʸ ᴾˡˢᴰⁿᵗᶜʰᵃˢᵉ

BAD Lil' MOOD

Welcome to my sonic laboratory. I write, perform, record, and produce every note and every vocal you hear. My music is a kaleidoscope of sounds, pulling from the playful, indie-rock chaos of Oliver Tree and Portugal. The Man to the genre-bending beats of Gorillaz and Milky Chance, all the way to the anthemic energy of Fall Out Boy and the heavy gravity of Black Sabbath and Slipknot.

Dive in and hear what happens when a single mind takes on a dozen genres.

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BAD Lil' MOOD

River Flood Warning

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