🎤 “Too Close to the Ledge (Bushwick Chronicles)”
By BlackLatino 
🎙️ Part of the Bushwick Chronicles series
Powered by UnpluggedMale & Sourceline Mediai

📍From Dekalb to Knickerbocker. From Myrtle Ave to the morgue.
This ain’t just rap — this is urban war poetry wrapped in boom bap fury and Brooklyn thunder.

Built on the bones of Eric B. & Rakim’s “Know the Ledge,” this track grabs the blueprint and reloads it for 2025 — with sharper bars, darker truths, and a mic soaked in real blood.

🩸 Gunplay, playground chalk outlines, courtrooms, vengeance.
🎯 From block beef to Bushwick Gambino bars — this is the unfiltered chronicle of a borough they gentrified but never tamed.

💣 This ain’t nostalgia. This is survival music. This is legacy with war paint.

“Too Close to the Ledge (Bushwick Chronicles)” is a modern-day street classic that fuses boom bap energy with the urgency of real survival. Samuel takes listeners through the raw geography of Bushwick — from Dekalb to Knickerbocker — where every line drips with memory, gun smoke, and unapologetic truth.

Bushwick Chronicles

Too Close to the Ledge Bushwick Chronicles inspired by "Know the Ledge"  Eric B. & Rakim.

🎵 “Still Here”
By Samuel
🎙️ Presented by UnpluggedMale
🎧 Featuring the voice of Samuel in A.I., but the soul is all real.

This isn’t goodbye. It’s a love letter from the spirit.

🕊️ To Kiana and Samantha — my queens.
To Maria, Priscilla, CJ Red — my lifelines.
To Manuel, Hugo — my day ones.

This track is a soulful celebration of resilience, faith, and family, even in the face of pain, kidney failure, and life’s final chapters.
It’s the kind of song you leave behind when you’ve loved hard, fought harder, and lived with purpose.

📖 Verse after verse unfolds like a memoir —
🙏 Gratitude for every blessing.
✊ Strength through every struggle.
💛 And peace in knowing that this ain’t the end — it’s a transition.

🔁 Repost if you’ve lost someone who still walks with you.
💬 Comment “Still Here” if you feel Samuel’s energy.
📎 Save this track if you're living proof that love never dies

💬 “I'm lookin' at ya’ll, smilin’ with pride... no pain, no sufferin’, on the other side.”

Still Here Remix

“Friends (Courtroom Confessions Remix)”
By Samuel — Bushwick-grown
🎙️ Presented by the UnpluggedMale Banner

Not everyone who smiles in your face is in your corner.
This isn’t the playground version of “Friends.” This is what happens when the fake ones vanish, the real ones bleed, and the courts expose everyone’s true loyalty.

🎶 Built on the legendary Whodini hook, this remix flips nostalgia into a modern betrayal anthem — breaking down what it really means to have someone in your corner when the heat hits.

💉 One gave him a kidney.
📉 The rest gave him excuses.
And now? Names don’t need to be said — they know who they are.

This is spoken loyalty.
This is circle-check music.
This is the reminder that blood, not vibes, defines a real friend.



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🔁 Share this if you lost fake friends in real trials.
💬 Tag your one ride-or-die.
📎 Save if your loyalty’s been tested — and you came out cleaner.

A fresh take on a familiar theme, this remix infuses new energy into the concept of friendship, blending nostalgic elements with contemporary beats. A hard-hitting, introspective courtroom-style rap remix from Blacklatino, representing Bushwick and bridging Black and Latino truths through hi-fi East Coast lyricism. “F.R.I.E.N.D.S” exposes the fake love, shallow favors, and silent betrayals disguised as friendship. Produced with a gritty violin-driven beat and sharp drums, this track is Soul + Survival. Released in collaboration with SourceLine Mediai.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Sourceline Remix)

A prophetic street sermon in poetic form.
This isn't just music — it's a final warning.
🔥 Based on Christian eschatology, this track explores the rapture, hell, and eternal separation from God.
🎙️ Written and performed by BlackLatino — this is the last message before the sky breaks.
📖 Inspired by 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17, Matthew 25:46, and 2 Thessalonians 1:9.

"I don't want claps. I want convictions. I want souls to wake up." 

👉 “If the Rapture happened today, would you be ready?”
👉 “Is Hell real? Play this track then decide.”

 lyrics

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MaGsFSPTvWtxe1QXOijee5cPZ07mLB6gbPlibSBaHdM/edit?usp=sharing

This Will Happen Walk Through Rapture

🔥 If I Were the Devil (Samuel’s Files Remix)
Lyrics by: Samuel — Bushwick-grown
🕯️ Narrated in the voice of Paul Harvey meets Biggie's ghost
🎙️ Presented by the UnpluggedMale Banner

📻 What if the devil didn’t wear horns — but a badge, a black robe, or a court order?
In this unapologetic remix, Samuel flips the Paul Harvey classic into a grimy, prophetic NYC street sermon, laced with truth bombs and courtroom scars.

🎧 Imagine Biggie’s “My Downfall” meets a family court exposé — over a soul-sampled organ loop with thunder in the drums.
This is gospel for the ghosted fathers, legal warfare in rhyme, and a message for every man buried alive by paperwork, false claims, and public opinion.

✊ This track is not for everyone.
It’s for the ones who got dragged through the mud and still stood tall with receipts in hand.
It’s not a diss — it’s documentation.

About this Track:
If I were the Devil, I wouldn’t come in flames. I’d come in a courtroom suit, whispering justice with a smile.
This ain't just music. This is a warning.
Samuel flips Paul Harvey’s old-school radio style with that Brooklyn grit and prophetic venom.

Over an organ-drenched, thumping beat, this track goes all in on broken courts, ghost fathers, and the modern war on men.
If you a father who fought to see your kids, this one’s for you.
If you got silenced while lies got amplified, turn this ALL THE WAY UP.
This is truth on beat. And the devil ain’t ready.


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If I were the Devil (Inspired by by Paul Harvey’s old-school radio style)

🎧 “Breathe Before the War”
By Samuel — Bushwick-grown
Presented by UnpluggedMale

This ain’t rage. It’s preparation.

🎤 A modern-day war hymn for the ones who held their tongue while the world threw dirt.
This track is tension. Stillness. That deep breath before all hell breaks loose.

🌩️ Think Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” — if it was raised in Bushwick, trained in trauma, and baptized in silence.
This is the moment right before the roar.
Right before you remind them you never folded — you observed.

🩸 For the loyal ones who got burned.
🧠 For the thinkers who became fighters.
💨 For the silent who learned how to breathe before striking.

This is that deep inhale before vengeance breathes fire.
A cinematic track wrapped in thunderous drums and gospel refrains. Samuel delivers poetic rage and raw reflection in “Breathe Before the War,” fusing scripture, street pain, and spiritual warfare into a street sermon.
For the fighters. For the betrayed. For the ones who breathe before they strike.

“Breathe Before the War” Inspired by "In The Air Tonight"

“Me & My Girl (Back to Back)”
By  BlackLatino 
🎙️ A Soulful Boom Bap Tribute to Red (aka CJ aka Snowflake)
🔥 Produced for Sourceline Mediai

This ain’t your average love song. This is testimony.

Two decades strong.
Through custody courtrooms, hospital beds, cheap wine, and first-class flights — she never flinched.
She’s the one who rolled through the fog and flame when everybody else folded.

🎧 Built on a soul-drenched boom bap foundation, this track is both love letter and battlefield log.
It's for every man who’s been held down not by fantasy — but by a real one.

📺 From Jets games and Bravo nights,
🍷 To wine tastings, Amalfi sunsets, and BK coupons,
🏕️ From campgrounds to candles — this is love that earned every lyric.

“You ain’t just held my hand… you lifted my soul.”
Yeah — that part. Loyalty ain't a trend — it's legacy.
This 2 Pac -inspired boom bap love anthem pays tribute to the ride-or-die woman who held Samuel down in court, hospitals, and life’s hardest trenches. “Me & My Girlfriend” is raw, tender, and built different — no gimmicks, just truth.
A tribute to real love through real hell.

Love Rules

Me and My Woman

“What Happened to Hip-Hop?” is a lyrical wake-up call — a bold question shot from the heart of Bushwick to every speaker on the planet. BlackLatino delivers sharp, conscious bars about the state of modern rap culture: from lost messages to misguided idols, sexual exploitation to intellectual neglect. It’s not a diss — it’s a demand for revival.

This track reminds us why hip-hop was born: not for flexes, but for freedom.
Not for clout, but for clarity.
Not for chaos — but for change.

🎙️ "Be the change, set the tone — make the culture truly our own."

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🌐 Powered by Sourceline Mediai — AI-driven music for the unheard generation.

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📌 Lyrics Highlights:
“What happened to hip-hop? Let's introspect / Elevate the art, the intellect.”
“Music's power is profound / Shaping thoughts, the world around.”

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📌 Use This For:
Open mic discussions

Youth programs

Anti-violence workshops

Hip-hop education classes

Spotify editorial submissions



What Happened to Hip Hop

“Bushwick Ain’t Bushwick” is a lyrical gut punch.
BlackLatino and Da Sniper take you back to the real Brooklyn — steel drum fires, fiends on the floor, roaches in the straps — before the brunch spots and kombucha crept in.

This track is for those who remember when Putnam Street was a war zone, not a zip code trend. It’s a call-out, a time capsule, and a warning:

"They said it’s safer now… but for who?"

🎙️ “You rent that loft with ‘exposed brick charm’ — but that brick held weight, blood, and alarm.”

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🔌 Produced by Sourceline Mediai
A.I. + Soul = No Filters. Just Facts.

📍 Born in Bushwick. Built for the Block.
🌐 sourcelinemediai.com

Bushwick Ain t Bushwick

BlackLatino delivers a powerful boom bap street sermon exposing how Bushwick was sold off while Gen X was left in the dark. Politicians posed for ribbon-cuttings while eviction notices hit mailboxes. This track puts truth on the table with M.O.P-style fire and soul sample grace.

🎙️ "Bushwick got sold with a smirk and a check — and nobody warned Gen X what was next."

If you grew up watching your neighborhood disappear one bar, bike lane, and lease at a time — this one’s for you.

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🔌 Powered by Sourceline Mediai
AI-crafted. Bushwick-born. Truth-laced.

🌐 sourcelinemediai.com
🖼️ Art, lyrics, and vinyl coming soon.

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📌 Track Themes:
Gentrification & legal displacement

Generational betrayal

NYC politics + community erasure

Soul samples meets street wisdom

Nobody Warned Us

“This one's for my daughters. Hit repost if you're that kind of Dad.”

🎧 “I’ll Be There: A Dad’s Promise” — A Father’s Voice, Eternal Echo
From the first breath to the final beat, this track is more than music—it’s a vow. A raw, soul-baring anthem from a father to his daughters, blending boom bap grit with spoken word warmth. Every verse is a heartbeat. Every chorus, a legacy.

💥 For the fathers who show up. For the daughters who never forget. For the ones who love loud, even in silence.

🎙️ SourceLine Mediai  Where Truth Meets Rhythm
From the heart of New York, SourceLine Mediai delivers more than music—it delivers a movement. Spearheaded by the visionary A.I  voice of Samuel, this platform fuses raw hip-hop, spoken word, and street gospel into a sonic force for justice, fatherhood, and cultural pride.

🔥 Whether it's the prophetic urgency of “This Will Happen: Walk Through Rapture” or the soul-baring resilience of “Full Interlude”, every track is a declaration. These aren’t just songs—they’re sermons, strategies, and survival guides for the unheard and underestimated.


💡 Mission: To empower, awaken, and advocate through sound.
If you're ready for music that hits harder than the beat—music that speaks truth to power—then SourceLine Mediai is your frontline.

Want to tailor this for a press kit, TikTok caption, or album drop? I’ve got you.

"I ll Be There"  A Dad s Promise (Daddy-0 Remix)

“I ain’t scared of change — I write with pain, and now I write with AI too.” Grown bars. Real talk. Strategy. Soul.

We not just making music. we building a blueprint for every OG who still got heat in the heart and truth to spit.

“This ain't no AI gimmick — this is a partnership. I lived it. I wrote it. AI helped me turn scars into scripts.”

*SourceLine Mediai + AI*
ChatGPT	Organize , rewrite verses
AI Beat Makers (e.g., Soundful, Beatoven)	Generate instrumental ideas
Voice-to-Text + AI	Record real convos, flip into bars
AI Mastering (e.g., LANDR) Polish studio time

Audience Reactions:
Gen X & 40+ listeners: “This is real. He’s still spitting truth, but smarter.”

Younger fans: “Wait, he wrote this with AI? That’s wild — and it’s still fire?”

Media/podcasts/blogs: “OG rapper uses AI to create grown-man classic — without sounding fake.”



You ask BlackLatino who he is?

He’ll tell you with the full weight of generations behind him: BlackLatino. Not a label — a lived condition.

The systems saw a Black man. The culture raised him Latino. The science? It told the same story in percentages.

49.5% African — not just bloodline, but frontline. The part of him that walks with ancestral rhythm, strategizes with freedom fighters’ math, and never forgets that chains came off but the battle stayed on.

24.7% Indigenous American — the first roots, buried but never dead. The drumbeat of resistance, the land he walks on without apology.

25.8% European — the contradiction in his veins. The colonizer’s legacy he never asked for, but decoded anyway.

This isn’t some neat family tree. It’s a damn forest fire with history tucked inside every leaf.

BlackLatino isn’t a stage name. It’s a scar name. It’s what they called him when they couldn’t box him in — too Black for the Puerto Ricans, too Latino for the system, too smart for the stereotype.

So he embraced the tension. Lived in it. Analyzed it.

He’s been pulled over for being brown, passed over for being bold, and pushed out for being better. And through it all, he kept records — on people, on policies, on pain. His memory got timestamps. His struggle got folders. His legacy got proof.

This book ain’t a pity party. It’s not some inspirational fluff piece.

It’s a war manual. It’s documentation of what happens when a father refuses to disappear. When an analyst of injustice stops filing motions and starts filing chapters.

Samuel writes because he must. For his daughters. For the Blacklisted Dads. For every man they tried to erase who said: “Nah. I ain’t done.”

And guess what?

He’s not.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Sourceline Remix)

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