Ancient Tunnels Reveal Darkness

Asunder

Rain In Space

IV. Triumph of My Will to Live
1
It feels right to be no one else.
 Nothing is far, and everything is attainable.
 When the sun dies,
 people will find it a replacement.
I saw her beauty, pride, and purity —
 all else is within me.
 That something is difficult now does not mean
 it will always be so.
This summer turned out rainy,
 damp, cozy, making me rethink
 that lingering smoke of your cigarette,
 and the pillow already grown thin.
And cities, and factories, and fields —
 all this is our dear and native home.
 Let the new day outrun the yesterday
 with its merry, joyful labor!
Love as an act has no verb.
 And the moist cool evening
 blows in the balcony window.
Chorus
Behind me — empty space,
 thousands of versts, all stars and grass.
 Like your heavy adornment,
 I’ve preserved beliefs and words.
Your lights are lovelier than stars and rainbows,
 your road to the sun has been laid.
 You walk across the land — and there is no barrier
 that could make you stop.
2
To listen to the city — that’s ambient marketing,
 the greatest sound design of the one
 who created this world
 in which the main notes are you and I.
In dissonance, consonance —
 everything sounds, everything is beautiful,
 even if silent, or if the
 crumbling apartment blocks roar.
To be merciless in just
 hatred of the enemy —
 that’s what the supreme measure of social protection
 is for.
All roads are open to us in the world,
 and the earth itself offers us its bow.
 It’s no wonder our flowers and children grow,
 and the heavy fields stand in grain.
I walk toward the evening dawn
 along the Volga embankment.
 My desire for you —
 is the triumph of my will to live.
Chorus
Behind me — empty space,
 thousands of versts, all stars and grass.
 Like your heavy adornment,
 I’ve preserved beliefs and words.
Your lights are lovelier than stars and rainbows,
 your road to the sun has been laid.
 You walk across the land — and there is no barrier
 that could make you stop.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Торжество моей воли к жизни

III. Supreme Measure of Social Protection
1
Do what is meaningful, not what is easy.
 Images of the unique, the beautiful, the inspiring,
 dreamed, hated, loved,
 exalted — all merged into one.
Since childhood I saw myself at once
 as Luffy and as Sanji.
 In Command and Conquer I always played
 only for the GDI.
Your smile melts my heart,
 a trigger like a cigarette on a black-and-white movie screen.
 I feel ashamed sometimes
 for working poorly — but maybe that’s okay.
Want to — let’s leave somewhere
 again, for good, overseas, for long?
 Most of all I want to come to you and lie beside you,
 knowing we have an enormous tomorrow.
2
And the only way out then,
 in those cold, gray winter days,
 was only the supreme measure of social protection
 toward myself. In short — I came to the edge,
beyond which was either stoicism or suicide.
 But I overcame it,
 because I met you and chose a third path.
 In your voice and movement glinted
the unceremoniousness of youth.
 Society thinks it’s bad,
 not to be a stereotypical man.
 And in some way it’s right. Where is the border?
When you can no longer
 quietly weep with a prayer in the night,
 and only warmth and healed scars remain —
 into a new bright, joyful, complicated life.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Высшая мера социальной защиты

I. You Said Why Dedicate Poems to Me
1
You said: “Why dedicate poems to me
 if it’s easier to give flowers?”
 There was a grain of truth in that joke. It was clear: you weren’t speaking of the body,
 but of the joyful and boundless force.
And that broke down the borders inside me.
 And in that was all that was needed:
 new thinking, a rebirth.
 Let us then be radiant in deeds and in life.
One day I’ll finish watching Euphoria in euphoria with you.
 Everyone tells me: stay yourself
 but I want to become something greater than I am.
 How does a rave sound over Pyongyang?
You are a king: live alone. On a free road
 go where your free mind draws you.
 You know, homeland above all — it’s kind of cool
 to preserve a Proustian sense of the world within.
2
Let it go on and on,
 let it lead nowhere.
 In the warm, delicate moonlight
 the leaves do not stir.
Copper sun, warm wind blowing in my face.
 You can touch the sky with your hand.
 What power does a man have
 who doesn’t even ask for the thinnest tenderness?
How sensual and powerful
 your locks, glowing with copper,
 under the light from a still of a Trier film —
 the half-darkness, a glass, cigarette smoke, a teapot.
Labor, love, the state, service to the state,
 order, family, social protection —
 No, we will not be judged by success,
 our descendants will only ask how loudly we cried “Yes!”,
how brightly in us burned the flame of will.
 Love of the homeland is no crime.
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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Ты говорила зачем мне посвящать стихи

II. God Is Gone
1
Home. To bed, tired —
 I’m so glad, my dear,
 my tender, sweet sunshine,
 that I’m better than you.
At the sight of her,
 the will to live awoke in me again —
 it always rises in us when we remember
 beauty and happiness.
The intensity of passionate love
 triumphing over despair.
 I would like to be the man you see in me.
 You know, I can do anything, I will do everything.
My heart is not stone.
 Forgive me for love —
 I can’t be otherwise.
I wake — and I see: the dawn,
 dew on the grass, and silence all around.
 Even the birds are mute.
Chorus
God is gone.
 God is gone.
 God is gone.
2
To keep forever this evening in my chest —
 you need something behind you.
 I will reach to the heavens and the depths
 and become entirely yours.
Your perfume recalled the sunset with the one
 I now remember only
 when slipping into that space
 between waking and sleep.
As if I lay under a warm breeze
 that holds your
 sleeping silhouette on my knees,
 the roof of a house, first piercing rays.
Love made me human,
 and it also killed the human in me,
 for it reached toward the Divine,
 which is incommensurable with anything human.
And light breaks in the wet mist.
 Do you believe in happiness on Earth?
Chorus
God is gone.
 God is gone.
 God is gone.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Бога нет

VI. Simple Words
1
I could insert a fragment of Brodsky here,
 and it likely wouldn’t be considered plagiarism.
 It feels as though I’ve lived thirty years
 in endless, total depression.
In one sociological study
 it was stated that forty-seven percent
 of the population feels the same.
 I can’t do half-hearted passions. And you?
And it was the right decision
 to make abstract hip-hop again,
 as I identify it —
 for it will be too late only when I’m dead.
Over the city hung a sky,
 gray and flat as a screen without signal —
 as if the world were waiting for you to decide
 what all these streets mean.
Chorus
As long as spring does not die on earth,
 the heart will not stop beating.
 As long as the moon runs after the sun,
 like music, will sound
these simple words —
 I love you.
 You know.
 I love you.
2
Our blood strives for new goals,
 thirsts for new ideas,
 new movement to exhaustion,
 new sacrifices in which we will reject ourselves.
The supreme measure of social protection
 that stands in the title of these simple,
 intimate, and inspired lines,
 filled with the images of all before and after you.
And one day we will be able to say proudly
 that we were lucky to reach perfection
 on a new pedestal of fate.
 A seagull flies over the waves, just chilling.
And I just sat and cried.
 It was hard, but necessary.
 Rain is wet, death inevitable,
 and love is free and eternal.
Chorus
As long as spring does not die on earth,
 the heart will not stop beating.
 As long as the moon runs after the sun,
 like music, will sound
these simple words —
 I love you.
 You know.
 I love you.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Простые слова

V. And My Dear Replied
1
As if I’d absorbed so much already,
 and still not enough.
 Don’t despair, keep going —
 the best experience is practice.
You gathered into yourself
 what was once the best of me.
 And it feels awkward to repeat
 yet again what I said
to others before you, at the dawn of a new day.
 Still gnawing at me, that joke about flowers and poems.
 To be serious is foolish and vulgar —
 but it simply struck me.
For I am among those lovers
 who lay claim to who-knows-what,
 and yet can offer as a gift
 only their heart.
Chorus
And my dear replied:
 — I wish with all my soul:
 if death, then instant,
 if wound — then small.
2
To try to slip in a joke
 in the spirit of Bogdan Lisevsky?
 I’ve fallen out of love with name-dropping,
 but sometimes you can’t do without it.
A true artist creates for eternity.
 There is no life after death.
 The bourgeoisie has set in place a monolithic
 dictatorship with no way out.
A sense of comfortable
 and hopeful solitude.
 Leaves rustle with the velvet of autumn,
 though it’s only June.
Though it’s only night
 in which I reconsider what
 will be important for you too.
 Everything passes, smiling gently.
Chorus
And my dear replied:
 — I wish with all my soul:
 if death, then instant,
 if wound — then small.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

И родная отвечала

26. UP FRUM THE JUMP (RSO Sample Challenge #26)

In Master Bomber, M. L. Spears paints a brilliant dual metaphor: God as the ultimate graffiti artist and cosmic DJ. He tags hearts with divine light and spins redemptive rhythms across broken lives, transforming alleys into altars and chaos into cadence. This gospel rap track is layered with urban poetry, spiritual insight, and scriptural punchlines—drawing from Genesis and John to remix creation itself. With spoken-word finesse and boom-bap soul, it’s an anthem of creative theology and street-smart hope. Fans of Lecrae, Andy Mineo, and TobyMac will find both edge and reverence in this lyrical masterwork.

Ain't Too Late

Master Bomber

Buy on Apple Music

A Better Me (The Second One)

Beat influenced by Earl Sweatshirt, Navy Blue, and MAVI.

Earl Sweatshirt x Navy Blue type beat - "Migraines"

prod. conductor williams & the alchemist

-SKITTLES-

give a bitch a fake smile
i got my mothers laugh
the love i give aint seem to get back 
i split the half

now watch your back, this summer got me off my track
i light a pack by myself, it help me check the facts
this burden sticking to my skin like brazillian wax
erase my number babygirl, ill hit you with the fax

love game fucked up money game ditto
my chest stay cold, now the soul stay brittle
i keep the flame, i put your ass on the griddle
skinny motherfucker, but i pop you like a skittle

pedal to the medal, keep it 'tism, never settle
spin the dreidel, my pot game, it be fatal

keep a, sharp tongue, I cut my words then I swallow
keep it throttled, the lust in me i follow
broken clock, tick-tock feel the sorrow
still a young motherfucker hope i make it till tomorrow


-POCKETWATCHER-
hoping i keep it a stack 
they tell me to run, i’m tracing my track 
keep it a hunnid, no looking it back
fuck up your bag, aint no taking it back
x4

lit up smoke in the back of the whip
and im switching lanes in my honda
puffing loud bitch i keep it cloudy
im too deep in my blunder

2 gs and some coochies
to lift off the burden im under
losing my keys and im losing my grip
what the fuck the point is, i wonder

mean and goofy, i’m spellbound
bitchslap you, dont pull me down 
watch me float, I dont touch the ground
blowing loud i cant hear a sound

you boys bitchmade just to say the least
rentfree but dont pay the lease
pocket watching aint pay the fees
im here blowing trees just to find the peace

(i keep it 35)

skittles // pocketwatcher

NATURE is more than just a collection of tracks — it’s a sonic journey through inner landscapes.
This album blends boom bap, juke, downtempo, breakbeat, and trip hop, weaving groovy beats, live guitars, scratching, and deep textures into a unique balance between electronic and organic sound.

Each track carries a piece of a personal story: from calm soundscapes and hypnotic grooves to emotional bursts and experimental layers.
It’s music for those who seek vibe and depth, for listeners ready not only to hear but to live through the sound.

Perfect for night walks, long train rides, self-reflection, or simply drifting with the rhythm of the world around you.

Moss Memory

Chrono Meadow

Infinity

Roots Party

27. IN THA SHADOW OF A B-BOY (RSO Sample Challenge #27)

https://youtu.be/fKFzRCjesuI

@africa5 🤝 @xdjchudx

The club fucked up not playing my song, but you knew that from Something’s Wrong
Put her squirt, weed and DMT all in a bong
And I become so teary-eyed as I hit it, tryna chief it all strong
You bitch boys ain’t nothing like me, y’all Diddies to my Donkey Kong

No, nigga, you can’t hit it and I won’t let you, if you don’t get lost
Lets say you’ll leave this bitch vaccinated when I leave you with all types of shots
Fuck your girlfriend and then I’m pouring me and her glasses of Ciroc
That’s just how it is, but like Kodak, that I don’t flock except for when I write the songs

I’m not tryna have yo pussy ass mad in my inbox after I fucked her raw, keep it Lo Key when I make a Hoe Call
It’s always fuck the law and every cop until the curtain calls, I’m the type to go butchermobb on a piglet over something as simple as a motherfuckin traffic stop
Just stepped out Littlest Pet Shop with Miu Miu shades on, a nigga always skipping school to play ToonTown Rewritten with the lights off but ya know I still got the Givenchy Rottweiler on
She just popped a 30, same color as Andrew Dobson, I’m finna kick her ass out the crib, son, we blow kush, not just pop any random drug

Iced Venti Matcha and Monster chugged down, I’m finna puke my guts up
Monster High what I’m feeling when the pack is all smoked up and done
20-carat dick rings, put my splooge down her throat and glaze her buns
Spit stringin’ from her mouth, she let me fuck her face because I’m DJ Chud, I don’t do coke, I don’t sniff snow-bunnies

Rap game Ken Ashcorp, I really ain’t bummy
I really got money, I’m 20 percent cooler than most of these rap game custies that wannabe me but when they do it, they just a husk, B
They cop and copy off me and straight bottom-feed, these slugs slurp my cock and they leech
A nigga don't talk much but one thing he'll do is slaughter the beat, and boil pots of pig feet if they run up on me from the Krispy Kreme

I ain't sweet nor chatting with any swine, bitch, this doesn't look like Charlotte's Web to me
I've honestly stopped giving a single fuck if I die in obscurity, I'm not gonna let me not being in the public eye get to deterring me, I'm on a mission but it don't mean I need you to see, feel or hear me to accomplish it
Tell these pussy niggas to get off my dick and for they girl to come over here, it's her turn literally and she wants it
A nigga 17 turning 18, IRL I'm celibate but through the wider lenses all I see in this game are my kids, and that's fucking crazy cuz I got 30 monthly which is subject to change so to find me you gotta dig

LPS『prod @africa5 & @djchud2 』

BLUE TIGER Out Now all plats
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⠀DJ (C)annibalistic (H)umanoid (U)nderground (D)weller 

https://go-hard.neocities.org 
 1/2 of @cashismydomain⠀

Hope. Truth. Music. Gritty genre-bending Hip-Hop, R&B, Gospel and spoken-word blended beats. Faith-forward storytelling themes of Redemption, Last-minute Salvation, Grace Under Pressure, Street Ministry and Urgency of Faith. Testimonial tracks, and street psalms that lift spirits from dark to light by M. L. Spears. #ChooseLife #SoundCloudSaint

An ambient diary from Samara. Sounds of rain against the window, violins screaming through sirens, and techno cut off mid-breath. EP «The fading of memories» — three tracks about what slips away. No pathos here. Just ambient, glitch, and electronics — like a muffled scream into a pillow. I write music by: Catching raw sounds (door hinges, fridge hum, the Volga’s whisper). Crushing them in Ableton. Adding basslines that shake like hands after a panic attack. Don’t wait for the drop — it vanished with my 2021 plans.

Contact me: ndaloia04@gmail.com

P.A.M.

I’m Nick D’Aloia, a rapper/producer from central New Jersey! Since a young age, I’ve been pursuing a career in music and I’m constantly working hard at it to develop my own sound and style. My music can best be defined as abstract/experimental hip hop, but I’m always trying to broaden my horizons with each new release. If you’re reading this, you’re appreciated! Enjoy the ride.

New sincerity

You can download all my discography from torrents here:
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I am in social media:
https://t.me/thegodtier

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