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Title: “Sharp Like That”

Verse 1:
I get to steppin’ in the second that they mention the direction,
Never restin’ — I’m obsessin’, every session is a weapon,
Got precision in my vision like a prism in recession,
I be flippin’ every rhythm like a lesson in aggression.

No confession, I’m a blessing when I’m pressin’ through the static,
Every pattern automatic, I’m emphatic and erratic,
Like a mathematic addict, turn a beat into a graphic,
When I’m rappin’, it’s volcanic — every syllable’s traumatic.

I don’t stutter, never fumble when I’m runnin’ through the thunder,
Let the hunger in my chest bring the storm down under,
Every bar I drop clean, no filler, no blunder,
Make a beat break down like it cracked from the pressure.

Short pause for breath

I don’t miss — when I aim, I strike,
Flow cut cold like a laser light,
Mind so sharp I could shave the night,
Twist that beat ‘til the flames ignite.

Chorus (half-time feel):
Sharp like that — when I talk, I slice,
Every word I spit precise like dice.
Fast like that — no brake, no price,
One breath deep, then I burn through twice.
Sharp like that — on beat, I bite,
Grind so clean, make the dark feel bright.
Fast like that — no fear, no flight,
Welcome to the edge of the mic — hold tight.

Verse 2:
I’ve been locked in, focused, aimin’ with a motive,
Every vocal coded, loaded, broken down and quoted,
Got a rhythm in the system like a piston overloaded,
I explode it when I own it, make the meter feel eroded.

Ain’t no trick in the flick of the tongue I spit,
Syllables tick like a weapon when I split that script,
Quick with the hit when I twist that grip,
Faster than a phantom in a pitch-black crypt.

Microchip in the flow, high-tech with the cadence,
Rap like a Tesla, shockin’ all agents,
Never been basic, style outrageous,
I run tracks like Olympic stages.

Flip that beat like a blade through butter,
No hold back, I don’t stutter,
Style too slick, I don't need clutter,
Fast like rain when the skies get guttered.

Chorus:
Sharp like that — when I talk, I slice,
Every word I spit precise like dice.
Fast like that — no brake, no price,
One breath deep, then I burn through twice.
Sharp like that — on beat, I bite,
Grind so clean, make the dark feel bright.
Fast like that — no fear, no flight,
Welcome to the edge of the mic — hold tight.

Sharp

Verse 1:
Mind in motion, I’m coastin’, ghostin’ through the static,
Automatic with the focus, I’m ferocious, cinematic,
Every pattern that I shatter got 'em frozen, problematic,
I’m a phantom in the lab, turn the logic to dramatic.

Eyes locked in like a hawk when I scope,
Never slow when I go, no hope, no rope,
I be dippin' through the system like a fiber-optic ghost,
They be slippin' when I rip it, leave a hole in their post.

Too quick with it, who slick with it?
Brain move like a cruise ship flipped in a blizzard.
I don’t blink — got a glitch in the rhythm,
When I spit, time shift, they glitch in the system.

Quick breath — flow resets, but no drop in pressure

I ain’t on the map, I’m above that grid,
Off-world grind with a custom grid,
Foot on necks, they can’t get rid,
Of the one they chase, but never outdid.

Chorus:
Can’t catch me — I’m gone like flash,
Burn so bright, leave a permanent gash.
Talk so slick, make the seconds crash,
One breath deep and I’m gone in a dash.
Can’t catch me — no line, no trace,
Beat get shredded when I’m in the place.
Mind too fast, not built for the race,
I’m the ghost they chase — never showin’ my face.

Verse 2:
Wired up different, I pivot in code,
When I go full mode, I reload, explode,
Mind like a weapon I forged on the road,
Got a tongue like a torch when I’m speakin’ in code.

Every verse a detonation, mental detour,
Got a grip on the script like a jet at war,
They be tryna decode, I’m ten steps more,
Blueprints drawn from a dream offshore.

I don’t wait, I don’t stall,
Talk that talk when I walk through walls,
Write my name on the edge of the fall,
Then I vanish in smoke with no trail at all.

Flow climbs again — last four hit harder

Velocity infinite, mind-state militant,
Pushin’ past limits with syllables vigilant,
Never been timid, I’m wicked and diligent,
Every word spun like a blade — deliberate.

Chorus:
Can’t catch me — I’m gone like flash,
Burn so bright, leave a permanent gash.
Talk so slick, make the seconds crash,
One breath deep and I’m gone in a dash.
Can’t catch me — no line, no trace,
Beat get shredded when I’m in the place.
Mind too fast, not built for the race,
I’m the ghost they chase — never showin’ my face.

Flash

Verse 1:
Pain in my chest but I breathe through fire,
Chain on my soul, still I climb that wire,
Talk too slick? I admire liars —
Fuel to the flame, I ignite, go higher.

Heart been heavy, had to carry that weight,
Runnin’ uphill while they sat at the gate,
Hands in the dirt, now I elevate fate,
I don’t fold — I bend steel, detonate hate.

Every “no” I heard got stitched in my spine,
Now I carve whole roads in the dark with a line,
They don’t see the climb, just the gold when I shine,
But the grind’s so cold it’ll fracture time.

Quick pause, inhale — let the fire reload

Fast with the pen, but the purpose is deeper,
Talk to the kid that was broke, no heater,
Now I spit hope in the flow like ether,
Every beat that I eat, I release new features.

Chorus:
Yeah, I rise through it — pain don’t break me,
Fall through flames, let the fire remake me.
Fast life, sharp tongue — you can't fake me,
Run that storm 'til the sky can’t take me.
Yeah, I rise through it — born for the bruises,
Built from the loss, I don’t fold, I use it.
One shot, one breath, no excuses —
Fast lane soul, and the world can’t mute it.

Verse 2:
Every setback sparked somethin’ divine,
Used to be low, now I split that line,
Used to be broke, now I flip that time,
Turn pain into rhythm with a militant mind.

I don’t ask for the path — I make my route,
Break through chains when I face that doubt,
Voice too fast, let the words spill out,
Like a blade in the booth when I stake my clout.

Never had luck, just grind in the dark,
Never had peace ‘til I bled through art,
Now I’m sharp like a spark from a steel guitar,
And I paint my scars like a fireborn star.

Flow switch — increase intensity here

Tension tight but the will is tighter,
Cold world, but my pen's a lighter,
Move with the speed of a soul survivor,
When I spit like this, every word’s a fighter.

Chorus:
Yeah, I rise through it — pain don’t break me,
Fall through flames, let the fire remake me.
Fast life, sharp tongue — you can't fake me,
Run that storm 'til the sky can’t take me.
Yeah, I rise through it — born for the bruises,
Built from the loss, I don’t fold, I use it.
One shot, one breath, no excuses —
Fast lane soul, and the world can’t mute it.

Can't mute it

Title: “Mach Talk”

Intro (whispered):
You talk fast?
Nah.
I talk Mach.

Verse 1:
I go Mach when I talk, better lock that beat,
Every syllable's a weapon and I walk with heat,
Put a thought in the bar, then I launch that fleet,
Every tempo gettin’ shredded when I stomp my feet.

Mind on blaze, I don’t phase, don’t freeze,
Spit like a riddle in a hundred degrees,
Every tick in the rhythm is a trigger release,
And I kick like a myth when I breach the breeze.

Wrote this verse with a pulse like flame,
Can’t catch breath, gotta bend that frame,
Fast like light with a mind untamed,
And I rap like life’s in a timed arcade.

No reset, no brakes, no cheat,
No clone, no ghost, no beat-repeat,
I build from the black where the stars don’t meet,
And I carve new laws with a verbal sweep.


Clash in the zone when I slash through static,
Dash with the tone of a vocal fanatic,
Crash any clone with a flow so erratic,
I max every line like a code schematic.

Talk too slick with a sharp-cut syntax,
Spit too quick, make the booth need Windex,
Leave tracks blue, they confused like index,
Speed unmatched like I'm born from IMAX.

Verse 2 (back-to-back, no pause):
No drag on the tongue, no lag in the message,
Every word crisp like a jet-prop essence,
Talk like this, you distort all presage,
Fast like this, they abort mid-session.

Rhymes in the chamber, brain on burst,
Train with the pain, now I blaze through verse,
Name got flame, you can taste the thirst,
When I break that speed, it's a space-time curse.

Can’t clone pace, can’t trace my ghost,
I toast each beat like I roast with boasts,
Flow so cold that it flash-freeze foes,
And I speak in a mode that the rest won’t know.

Tech built tongue, I don’t fold on pressure,
Spit full speed in a vocal compressor,
Every track’s like a next-gen tester,
When I talk like this, it’s a sonic aggressor.

Outro:
You want fast?
Then talk Mach.
But be ready to bleed syllables.

Mach Talk

Title: “From Nothing”

Verse 1:
Used to dream just to eat, now I fast for peace,
Wrote raps in a jacket with a draft beneath.
Now I’m up, but the glow don’t last, it fleets,
All the things I chased don’t scratch that grief.

I was broke but free, now I’m paid, still cold,
Got heat in my hands, but my chest stay old.
Used to wish on stars, now I dodge that gold,
They all smile wide, but their souls been sold.

I came from the corner with a busted phone,
Now I sit in silence in a custom zone.
Still hear my past in the undertone,
Still rap fast like I’m crushed in stone.

They don’t see that climb, just the end result,
Just the gear, the views, the consults.
But I came from a room with a rent revolt,
Now my verses breathe where the tempests bolt.

Hook:
I came from nothin’,
Now I speak like the sky split somethin’.
Still feel pain in the steps I’m runnin’,
Still outrun what they said I’d become in.
Yeah — I came from nothin’,
And that silence made me function.
Now I move with a pulse so gunnin’,
That the stars can’t blink when I summon.

Verse 2:
I ain’t never been the one for the flash or trends,
Still wear scars like they fashion pins.
Wrote my truth while they cashed in grins,
Now I speed through the beat like a crash in wind.

Got ghosts in my notes that I never erased,
Whole life in bars that I barely faced.
They see views, I see time I waste,
But I flip that guilt like a turbo base.

Never wanted fame — just to speak, get heard,
Make a life outta pain, not a lie rehearsed.
Told stories from a chair with a spine that hurt,
Now the booth go red when I rhyme this verse.

And I still write nights like the sun don’t rise,
Still ride beats with a lung full of knives.
Still too fast for the world’s disguise,
Still the same one, just with wider skies.

Hook:
I came from nothin’,
Now I speak like the sky split somethin’.
Still feel pain in the steps I’m runnin’,
Still outrun what they said I’d become in.
Yeah — I came from nothin’,
And that silence made me function.
Now I move with a pulse so gunnin’,
That the stars can’t blink when I summon.

I came from nothing

having more and more fun creating and learning. just going to keep making whatever and enjoying myself.

main flute sample is from one piece. im on my first watch thru and it caught my ear and i had to go in on it! vocal samples from heartstopmiami 'zkinny betty'

zipbag

Strap in. “King of the Speed” is a lyrical supercar hurtling down an endless highway at full throttle. Mad Domz explodes through rapidfire verses with surgical precision, stacking syllables like ammunition and turning every bar into an engine rev.

From cyclonic metaphors to chopper-style flows, this track is a masterclass in velocity rap, where rhyme schemes twist and bend like asphalt under burning tires. Each verse pushes the limit further — a relentless ride through ambition, dominance, and pure technical flex.

No brakes. No limits. Just Mad Domz proving why he’s the true king of the speed.

King of the Speed

here's my apology

STUFF FEAT> GBB, ANGELZREJECT

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NightGloss (prod. FriendlyFire)

hit ambient song featuring gassy fat big roung greasdy belly oh my godoodd

too many pretzels and a peach (kumquat)

:3 THIs is a recovered version from my google drive of a song i assume i have lost. this version is no where close to where it was when my computer scuffed but this is what remains of one of my favorite things i ever made ;-; hope ui enjoy!

this is litterally my favorite thing i ever made if you listen to it lmk what you think i wish i had the version i had it up to before i lost my old laptop it was so fire and atmospheric damn i miss that song. but this is close to how it was. a good enough half life decay version of a masterpiece

remix of the underwater theme on mario just a vibe song no vocals or anything

SeBBY ~ uNDeRWaTeR SQuaD ~ 64

https://youtu.be/hRvrj_diWYQ?list=PLixmvyTqi6yA7HPmIvDChi4U8RngdQsU5 slight flip of this go bump the og its way better than mine.

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KiNTUK ~ MuSiC SouNDS BeTTeR CuS u

Boat = Bu$t out another thousand N pour up purple surp

Only way iz ona boat Ft Hunnerdz N Billy

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Hi, I'm an indie artist from East brainerd, Tennessee, I make the best music that I can i hope u  like it.

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Chopped n Scr3wed in the twin cities. Cookin beats. DM if you wanna collab or looking for studio time.

Mad Domz | Fast flows. Lo-fi vibes. Space-age energy. 🛸
From deep rap cuts to nostalgic beats, I'm here to bend time, bars, and bass. Tune in, because the journey’s weird, wild, and way too good to skip. 🎧✨

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