Kit: kV331 SynthMasterOne, Drumcomputer, iFretless  bass, volca fm, Fluss, uKORG, Logic Pro X.

Acknowledgements:
Audio: 1) Excerpt from an “Imprint” Sunday service, St Edmund’s Church, London. 2) Excerpt from worshipping in Yuk Hui Temple, Hong Kong, 3)Ambience and drums from Che Kung Temple, Hong Kong.

The Second Coming

Interlude

Vocals; https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa

Production; https://soundcloud.com/rizlix

Here's a collab with the super inspirational Frawstakwa.

And here's the original acapella; https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa/this-is-not-the-end-it-is-1


Visuals created with Leonardo.ai.

Frawstakwa & RiZLiX - It's Only The Beginning

Dogs

Starforce777 - Lost Signal

2024-01-21

Saturday Siesta

X-Happy Pills

When Hell takes shots at you from every angle--This is a conceptual thought--sort of like someone scrambling & dodging the different 'bullets' of disturbances.  
Doth not Hell makes us nations to scramble? 
Why then is there war galore? 
Minds of mass desensitization, fully inseminated with a subliminal restructuring for to ensure an enslaved servitude to puppet masters... This is NOT freedom. 
🔶***This track does not reflect my beliefs. This is strictly entertainment for art's sake. 🔥🎸💀🎶
For those of us who like a vein pumping, heart thumping, music cutting edge with some chaotic switch ups...This is for you>> 
(So, go ahead & whip your devilish 🎶😈 grin out, don't delay, okay)>>

When Hell Makes You 'Dance'

Adjusting To Hell



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Hook
Clack-clack, Mac back, bodies hit the floor,
Slide of the steel screaming, “Who want war?”
Barrel hot, muzzle flash lighting up the night,
Talk slick, get lit—motherf*er, that’s right.


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Verse 1
I move like a ghost with a loaded .45,
Any punk motherfer try me ain’t alive.
Hollow tips kiss, tear flesh, split bone,
Big drum mag make a b*-boy moan.

Cash stacked tall, bricks in the stash,
Every play dirty—motherf***er, I dash.
Chrome so cold, make your heartbeat freeze,
Mac-11 cough loud, drop you to your knees.


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Hook
Clack-clack, Mac back, bodies hit the floor,
Slide of the steel screaming, “Who want war?”
Barrel hot, muzzle flash lighting up the night,
Talk slick, get lit—motherf*er, that’s right.


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Verse 2
City lights flicker while the clip unload,
I’m the reaper in the shadows when the beef explode.
F*** a fake friend, f*** a snitch in the crew,
I keep a .223 just to see it go through.

Money on my mind, murder in the plan,
Every rival motherf***er better pray to his man.
Blood on the street, sirens sing that hymn,
I’m the last nightmare, lights go dim.


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Bridge / Ad-Libs
(Yeah—bang bang, motherf***er)
No talk, just smoke when the tension rise.
(Clack, load it—bang, surprise.)


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Hook (Outro)
Clack-clack, Mac back, bodies hit the floor,
Slide of the steel screaming, “Who want war?”
Barrel hot, muzzle flash lighting up the night,
Talk slick, get lit—motherf*er, that’s right.


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Talk Slick Get Lit.mp3

Follow The Leader

Welcome to my SoundCloud!
Here to make meaningful connections through music.

Peace.

Dan