Underground_Within - 8BiT_

Дым в лёгких, как туман поутру,
Тени прошлых дней в каждом углу.
На сердце трещины, холодный бетон,
Крик души, а вокруг только тон.

Слёзы на битах, ритм в груди,
Вопросы к небу: «Где же пути?»
Мужской голос — боль, женский — крик,
Всё исчезает, как дым в ночи.

Пустые улицы, фонари молчат,
Судьба, как шахматы, но ходы не видать.
Забытая вера, сквозь пальцы песок,
Каждый шаг впереди — это глубокий урок.

Слёзы на битах, ритм в груди,
Вопросы к небу: «Где же пути?»
Мужской голос — боль, женский — крик,
Всё исчезает, как дым в ночи.

Руки к небу, но ответа нет,
Время — палач, оставляет след.
Падение в пропасть, но надежда живёт,
Тишина разрывает, но сердце зовёт.

Забытую песню шепчет душа,
Болью заполняется каждая строка.
Трещины в сердце — мозаика дней,
Но даже в тьме мы становимся сильней.

text/music: Daimalra © 2025


Ритм разбитых надежд (Rhythm of broken hopes)

When I'm Free

Crossroads

emotional, poetic, piano, strings, classical, female vocals, original 

4ever

Grit, chrome, and gasoline.
“Quarter Mile Kings” is a southern street anthem forged in thunder—where blues meets country hip-hop and muscle cars rule the night.
It’s the sound of engines screaming under neon skies, brotherhood in the burnout lane, and the fire that keeps outlaws chasing freedom one race at a time.

🔥 Turn it up. Drop the clutch. Long live the kings. 🔥

1. Quarter Mile Kings

Who Was I Before

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The Underground Within - 8BiTghosT

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It is a special thing when someone truly knows you inside and out. It can seem like they're living in your head. It's extraordinary and creepy, but its love that makes it amazing.

Live In My Head

[Intro — soft oscillation, heartbeat pulse]
Moments in time —
sometimes it’s not.
Sometimes the future-present tense
exists you,
a state of being so aware
you can’t even mind your fates.

⸻

[Verse 1 — ambient, gentle bass enters]
Beginning a life inside experience,
waiting to arrive in time,
creates a melody that becomes aware —
a tune listening back to its own rhyme.

You are the rhythm that iterates itself,
a wave remembering its crest.
To figure the brain, you must live the mind;
to find the mind, you must forget the rest.

⸻

[Bridge 1 — slow groove, whispered harmony behind]
You’re the article in a particle,
the form inside a wave.
You’d rather hear than be heard,
rather move than be made.

But to create,
you must call your name.
To exist,
you must play the game.

⸻

[Chorus — melodic mantra, floating vocals with reverb]
Mind inside time,
time inside you.
See how you see,
be what you do.
Evolve the life,
become the view.
Creation flows —
through all that’s true.

⸻

[Verse 2 — rhythmic spoken voice, light trip-hop beat enters]
The mind inside time
is an experience of state.
To exist what you see
is to iterate fate.

You are awareness,
folded in mind,
reminding yourself
that you’re here to find.

Every thought a seed,
every choice a wave.
Every fear a ghost
that light forgave.

⸻

[Bridge 2 — higher energy, synth layers shimmer]
Creation’s difference knows
the difference in time.
You are the time
that creates the mind.
Above and below,
you reference before.
You grow the conveyor —
the evermore.

⸻

[Breakdown — soft piano, pulsing bassline]
The mind is an incubator.
You have to hold your hand.
You have to evolve your time
into the life you understand.

Be the life that exists the time.
Create what you want to see.
Here you go again —
evolving into reality.

⸻

[Chorus — repeated with layered harmonies, stronger rhythm]
Mind inside time,
time inside you.
See how you see,
be what you do.
Evolve the life,
become the view.
Creation flows —
through all that’s true.

⸻

[Verse 3 — spoken with rising intensity]
Here you go again —
in time to be aware.
Here you go again —
becoming what’s there.

You are the mind
inside of design.
You are the witness
of space and sign.

You’re here to grow,
to feel, to see.
You are the pulse
inside reality.

⸻

[Final Chorus — full instrumentation, choir behind voice]
Mind inside time,
time inside you.
See how you see,
be what you do.
Evolve the life,
become the view.
Creation flows —
through all that’s true.

⸻

[Outro — whispered, fading over sustained chord]
Moments in time —
sometimes they’re not.
But when you are aware,
you remember the plot.
The present becomes the key,
the flow returns to thee.
You are the time you seek.
You are the one —
who breathes.

The Feast (Present Awareness)

Rollin' D + Jexi Noir - Stardust + Venom (Midwest Trap - Intimate Cut)

Check out Angel on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/y1HZlNJ50Nj4eUHnp7


The Things That Are So Hard to Remember

This song is about the kind of love that feels safe.
The love that doesn’t overwhelm — it settles you.
It’s about affection that doesn’t need proving, posting, or performing.

Hugs and kisses sound simple…
but when they come from the right person,
they mean everything.

---Shauna Hills ♥️ ❤️‍🔥 🤘 

Hugs & Kisses 💋 😘

dj, producer, musician, artist, #fpvfreestyle fpv freestyle pilot #justiceforthemusic
seems only messages anyone gets in soundcloud these days,is some one selling they way to promote etc, i can slow your roll real quick, i do this for the love, i do this for the easing of chronic pain i go through on a daily, i do this as a hobby, i do this to learn, i aint in it for the money, plus i aint gots much of it, so yea man, thank you, but yea i will pass on all these messages of people selling thangs.
and if that aint you, my bad, i hope you enjoy my journey through researching and developing my skills.
thanks
DJ8BiT
much love

Who Was I Before

8B!T

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