The best kazakhstan rap/Лучший казахстан рэп

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A haunting, cinematic rap from Madman Records, “Weight of the World” dives deep into the raw reality of pain, mental struggle, and survival. Heavy piano, deep bass, and lyrical confession collide in a soul-cutting anthem about carrying what no one else can see — and rising anyway.

Weight of the World

Es geht um leere Versprechen, falsche Nähe und den Moment, in dem man merkt, dass man nur benutzt wurde.

Wenn du sagst

“Locked Chambers of the Heart” uncovers the hidden prisons we build within, those unspoken secrets, buried vices, and shattered trusts that weigh us down in silence. My song aims to introspectively trace the ache of isolation, and the subtle key to release, even if the path is steep. If you’ve ever felt chained by the unseen, I wrote this for you

Locked Chambers of the Heart

A philosophical Turkish rap about existence, time, and the human search for meaning.
“Zaman Yenilmez” questions what we live for — faith, love, or just habit?
Each verse moves through mirrors of thought and routine, from whispered doubts to fierce realizations.

The beat breathes with dark piano loops, deep 808s, and soft strings, building layer by layer until the final chorus explodes into clarity.
Every bar holds weight — not anger, but understanding.
This is not protest music; it’s introspection with rhythm.

A song for thinkers, night drivers, and those who still ask “why?” even when life gives no clear answer.

Genre: Turkish Rap · Conscious Trap · Poetic Hip-Hop
Mood: Reflective · Emotional · Philosophical
Tempo: ≈84 BPM
For fans of: Ceza · Ezhel · Killa Hakan · Şanışer · Sagopa Kajmer


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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hayatın anlamı nedir, amacım nereye bakar?
Bazen gökyüzüne, bazen kendi aynama sorar.
Bir oyun bu, perde açılır, kapanır bir gün,
Bir sahnede milyon rol, ama hep aynı dün.

[Pre-Chorus]
Beynim anlama âşık, duramaz aramadan,
Boşluğu örer hikâyeyle, korkar karanlıktan.

[Chorus]
Zaman yenilmez, hayat kısa,
Bir nefes, bir bakış, hepsi fırtına.
Bazen inançta bulurum cevabı,
Bazen bir kalbin içinde saklıdır anahtarı.

[Verse 2]
Rutin işler, sabah telaşı, gece uykusuzluk,
Anlam yükleriz biz buna, sırf boşa çıkmasın emek.
Sosyal ekranda haberler, skorlar, transferler,
Hepsi başka bir tiyatro, oyalayan seyirler.

[Bridge]
Aidiyet hissi, sevgiyle örülmüş bağlar,
Kimi zaman anlam, sadece bir gülüşte saklanır.
Ama unutma, her anlam hakiki değil,
Bazısı sadece zamanın tozuna yazılmış silik bir şiir.

[Final Chorus]
Zaman yenilmez, hayat kısa,
Bir nefes, bir bakış, hepsi fırtına.
Bazen inançta bulurum cevabı,
Bazen bir kalbin içinde saklıdır anahtarı.


Zaman Yenilmez

his track is not about revenge.
It’s about naming what was done, so it can’t hide anymore.
The pain, the chaos, the damage — none of it came from nowhere.
I didn’t wake up broken.
I was taught to hurt by someone who was supposed to protect me.

But this isn’t a cry for help.
This is a diagnosis.
You were the symptom.
I’m the cure.

Every bar is a step away from the man who tried to shape me into his shadow.
Every word is me choosing to become something different.
I didn’t inherit your violence.
I outgrew it.

If you’ve ever had to rebuild yourself from the ground up —
you’ll understand every line.

Symptom

I can't save you, can't save you No matter how hard I try, I can't save you Can't save you, can't save you (it hurts to leave) And it's killing me inside but I can't save you (but I have to breathe) Can't save you (I'm sorry) I can't save you

can't save you

I sat in a room tonight while a woman said
your body is a temple made by God Himself.
And something in me softened
some old instinct I don’t admit I have.
She spoke of cells repairing,
bones remembering, scars dissolving like snow.
And even though I don’t believe her scripture,
I still believed the glow.

’Cause I’ve read the stories, too
the hunters praying for rain,
the farmers begging sun,
the kings who carved commands into stone
and called it sacred.
Every era draws its own God
in whatever shape keeps the world from shaking apart.
And I feel the pull of that comfort
even as it breaks my heart.

But if Your name falls out of human mouths,
is it still holy, or just ours?
If fear can dress itself as faith,
then what are we praying for?
I want to trust in something vast,
but not the violence we’ve adored.
If there’s a God behind the curtain
I hope He’s nothing like the wars.

They say the universe is perfect
that one degree off and we wouldn’t be here.
And I admit it
that thought makes me tremble,
makes me small in a way I almost like.
But then I look at history bleeding out
under banners sewn with scripture,
and I wonder if God is a mirror
or just the prettiest story we can write.

But if Your name falls out of human mouths,
is it still holy, or just ours?
If fear can dress itself as faith,
then what are we praying for?
I want to trust in something vast,
but not the violence we’ve adored.
If there’s a God behind the curtain
I hope He’s nothing like the wars.

I don’t know the truth.
But I know the ache.
The wanting to belong to something
that won’t bend or break.
But every holy book I’ve held
still smells like mortal hands.
Ink of kingdoms, grief of ages,
rules written by frightened men.

So if Your name falls out of human mouths,
is it still holy, or just ours?
If fear can dress itself as faith,
then what are we praying for?
I want to trust in something vast,
but not the violence we’ve adored.
If there’s a God behind the curtain
I hope He’s gentler than our wars.

i almost believe

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The Unshaken One

intimate confession from someone who didn’t realize how lost they were until they met her.
The song tells the story of a man who carries quiet wounds, unspoken fears, and heavy nights 
and finds unexpected peace in the presence of one woman. Not because she tried to fix him. Not because she did anything dramatic. But simply because she existed with honesty, softness, and light.
It’s a gratitude letter disguised as a love song  the kind of track someone writes when they finally understand that another person helped them breathe again.
With warm guitars, soft piano, and emotional vocals, the song captures what it feels like to be saved by someone’s kindness, grounded by their presence, and seen in a way you’ve never been seen before.
It’s not dramatic. It’s real. It’s him saying:
You saved me, even when you didn’t know you were saving me.

I Think You Saved Me

Madman Records — Real Music and Real Emotion.
Where every beat comes from the heart, every melody hits the soul, and every track is crafted with purpose.

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Feel the music.

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what is real? 👁️

"Anamorphosis" out now

I’m a songwriter who crafts stories through music, delving deeply into the whispers of my own heart, and the universal threads of the human experience with gentle, soul-searching introspection. ✒️ 

Along the way, I’ll also sometimes release soothing, or uplifting instrumental tracks to mix things up, creating peaceful havens for you to rest your mind, melt away stress, and find a moment of relaxation and renewal.

© VeteranDice53 — Shared souls, not stolen sounds.
You may listen, feel, and share — but not claim, sell, or reshape.
Every tone carries its creator’s breath; respect the echo.
Permission is needed for public or commercial use.
Truth stays free — the art stays protected.



My art never rushes. What’s real always finds me. 🌙

🎧 I move between worlds —
from deep house nights to cinematic storms,
from street rap truths to soulful R&B fire.
Sometimes it’s trap steel, sometimes violin tears,
sometimes just silence turned into rhythm.

Every beat tells a story —
of cities, hearts, and the clash between chaos and calm.
East meets West,
dark meets divine.
Always real. Always alive.

#MelodicTechno #CinematicBeats #StreetRap #RNBFlow #TrapEnergy #ChillVibes #ArabeskSoul

Houston Texas but the pain made me. You can’t define me. I do it for the love of the game 🖤.

Ich bin Mandy.
Kurz, ehrlich, direkt … und mit einer leichten ADHS-Geschmacksnote. 😏

Ich schreibe, texte und kreiere meine Songs komplett selbst – aus Emotion, Chaos und einem Hauch Wahnsinn.
Ich arbeite mit modernen digitalen Tools, um meine Ideen hörbar zu machen – aber der kreative Kopf bin immer ich.

Stil? Querbeet mit ADHS-Deluxe-Energie.
Mal Pop, mal Rap, mal Gefühl, mal Aggro, mal „Wie bin ich hier gelandet?“
Ich spring von Thema zu Thema wie ein Flummi auf Red Bull – aber irgendwie ergibt’s am Ende trotzdem Sinn. (Meistens.) 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ich handle, bevor ich denke.
Ich poste, wann’s mir passt – nicht, wann der Algorithmus will.
Wenn’s niemanden interessiert: perfekt. Dann hab ich wenigstens meine Ruhe. 😌

Ich sag, was ich denke. Direkt. Ehrlich. Manchmal zu schnell.
Entweder du feierst’s oder fühlst dich angegriffen – beides ist Entertainment für mich. 😎

Keine Filter, keine Agenda, kein Fake-Nice.
Ich bin Chaos auf zwei Beinen – aber wenigstens authentisches Chaos.

Ich mag echten Support und geb den auch zurück.
Keine Zwangsfreundschaften, keine Herzchen-Politik – nur ehrliche Vibes, Humor und gegenseitiger Respekt. ❤️‍🔥

🎧 Zu finden auf: YouTube, Instagram, TikTok – überall unter Mandy Zuber (MZ)

Willkommen in meinem Kopf.
Laut, ehrlich, unüberlegt – aber mit Herz.
Und meistens einen Takt zu früh auf „Veröffentlichen“ gedrückt. 💥

German/English Translatet
I’m ChillPandaBeats. I’m someone who feels a lot — maybe too much. I draw, I paint, I build things, I make music. For me, it’s all the same language. I see things differently. I hear things differently. I pick up moods, emotions, the stuff people don’t say but carry inside.

I live with ADHD, depression, and that constant restlessness that never really leaves. I’ve been through a lot, and I stayed quiet for too long. You learn fast that if you don’t let what’s inside out, it eats you alive. So I started creating. With my hands, with sound, with whatever I had.

LoFi is my slow breath. My space to process.
Hip-Hop is where I speak clearly. Where I confront. Where I don’t hold back.
I make music because if I don’t, I break.

AI is just a tool for me. It helps me show the images I’ve had in my head for years but couldn’t put on paper the way I wanted to. Everything I do is art — sound, color, shapes, atmosphere. Nothing about it is fake. It’s just another way to make my world visible.

And then there’s Tyler — my panda.
He represents me. The calm and the chaos. The softness and the part that snaps.
Tyler can be quiet and sad — but he can also say:
“Listen. I’m here.”

Tyler wants to be seen. I do too.
I make music and art for the ones who are awake at night because their mind won’t shut up.
For the ones who feel too deeply.
For the quiet fighters.

I’m not perfect. I’m not healed.
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// C H I L L P A N D A B E A T S //

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#ChillPandaBeats #RealRap #LofiVibes

I’m just a chill dude who loves creating music and honest sounds.
Social media’s pointless to me 
that’s why I don’t have it and don’t need it.
I’m not chasing fame.
I’m chasing feeling. 🌌

Detroit raised.
Family made.
Heart first.

If you vibe with real stories, soft vocals, and music that feels like late-night honesty welcome.

New tracks tagged #DeepLyrics