A song about fighting my inner self and doubts about who I am and what I can do...

Introspection

This song is about the turning point when two people who are dating become lovers.

Golden Moon

R .I.P. to the Beat

Written & Performed by Ruviru
Composition by Sydney Nyamurera
Mixed & Mastered by Haritha Sanjaya

Benjamin

$WAAG - disappear (feat @prodhaisofn)

The Catch Up

Alright, when the storms arise,
I will never bow down to it 
Yeah, for greater is He that lives in me
Yeah, we know that all things work together for good for them that love The Lord 
All things work together for good for them that love The Lord.
When the Storms Arise 
I will never bow down to it 
Because I know He will hear my voice 
Yeah, everyone who calls upon the name of The Lord shall be saved 
Yes I know He will hear my voice 
He will hear me 
And I won't panic 
Ho No No
And I won't worry 
Never, never hey
When the Storms Arise 
I will never bow down to him
I will life my eyes unto the hills
From whence cometh .y help 
My help, my help will come from The Lord 
Say it again
Your help, your help will come

When The Storms

Hip Hop instrumental perfect for Spring vibes. 808 beats and melodic elements create a laid-back atmosphere. EQ, 808s, and Fruity Delay used on this beat with creative bassline. Follow my page for more music coming up!

Fruity Beat

Don’t Test Me

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Lyrics:

A Hype, wanting me to hop in? Let get it poppin’, I shoot my shot, swish, bitch, I dish it, flaunting, choppin’ up game wit’ the ballers, ploppin’ so lame is the mother fucking sprawlers, saying I reach in like some foulers, I’m teaching yo ass a lesson, stop preaching like ya a massive blessing, then cry when my ass get all ball and ya ass floppin’, this first part is basketball, his worst start? Maybe, after all, hey we ain’t been focusing on hooping anyway, ya see, the next dose is in, scooping plenty cray, into venue, I call it Ice Cream cause I’m a cold mother fucker, no nice dream, my spice seem to be IRL, why? Your spell I put you in of thinking, deeply sinking, my pattern into you, keep me linking with greats, that yearn to spelunk in these fates, we make for ourself and take it up to make it up, no fake it up, just shake it up, dates in the present will be in the future, past legendary, my last beg, send clearly love to yo fam, god damn. Ya mom nurture, birthed you, Earthed you, worthed you. So show her love, one of a kind, do it from the mind, this is part 3, my art be, moving around so free, proving the sound, from family to basketball calamity to song long from casket y’all, to the next chapter, is that part 4? Well, hell or heaven we end it here, friend, jit, dear, whatever I call ya, believe in ya self and stay baller, heart more or less, stress, guess what would stop it? To see ye ass topping, popping off, propping off, sloppy mouth, made sure ya was paying attention. Laying the jewels of the trade, rules that they made, down for ascension, right here in this dimension. I may not be quite clear, but hey, gotta keep trying, I peep dying as just the start of next deep living we giving, so I keep reminding, the finding I may’ve found. But what I do then can change how now it sound. Leave that up for how ya feel? I heave that stuff up ‘cause it real. Does it kill? Psssh, we need more life, I love this shit, like a sure wife, ain’t above this shit, I bleed like you, pure, knife will show the same cut, we all got game, fuck it, strut, dance, walk, run, give ya self a chance, talk, fun, life is what ya make it, The World Is Yours, ya heard the chorus? Keep living it strong, we gon’ make it.

We gon’ make it. Yeah mother fucker, we’re gonna make it. You know what I’m saying? We’re gonna make it! We’re gonna be alright, we’re gonna be alright, we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it, and, we’ve got the power within our mother fucking self to, do whatever we set our mother fucking mind to, so you know what I’m saying? Just keep doing your mother fucking self. And spread, peace, positivity and love, mother fucker.

Introspection

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