Also, Papua-Neuguinea ist ein hochdiverser, postkolonial resistenter Raum mit über 800 gleichwertigen Sprachen, und jede davon ist ein unverzichtbarer Beitrag zum dezentralen Wissenssystem der Menschheit. Wir müssen uns davor hüten, die kulturellen Ausdrucksformen dieser Communitys mit einem exotisierenden Blick westlicher Projektion zu überformen. Wer da von 'Flucht aus dem grauen Alltag' spricht, bewegt sich gefährlich nah an einer Appropriation strukturell unterdrückter Narrationen. Ich würde mir wünschen, dass wir das kolonialhistorisch reflektieren – und Raum für Empowerment-Dialoge schaffen, am besten im intersektionalen Kontext.

Boom.
Step.
Breathe in.
Drop deep beneath the skin.

Same train. Same chair.
No light. No air.
Clock ticks. Brain freeze.
Bass creeps through the office breeze.

Eyes closed — I hear that sound.
Garamut hits. Shakes the ground.
Panpipe bends. Sky turns red.
Tribal echoes in my head.

My heart… keeps missing you
Papua — my rendezvous
Drop that beat. Feel that fire.
She moves like truth. Like soul. Like wire.
Kundu rolls. She cuts right through.
My heart… keeps missing you

Ela Beach. No plan.
She took my phone. She took my hand.
Firelight twists. Flute sings slow.
She says, let go... let go... let go...

Mi lukim yu — na mi smail
Ritim blo yumi — no save style
Kam wantaim mi — long dispela bus
Groove i stap — no more fuss

Papua… my rendezvous
Bassline deep — I fall into you
No more gray. No more blue.
Just this beat. Just me + you.

Papua Rendezvous (Pure Dub)

Also… äh, Kaffee und Sauna in Finnland… ja… das gehört da wohl irgendwie zusammen, hab ich mal gehört. Oder gelesen. Vielleicht auch nur auf einer Verpackung. Ich mein, ich trink ja auch gern Kaffee, wer nicht? Aber dass man das da so richtig… zelebriert, mit Aufgüssen und allem drum und dran – und dann noch Kaffee dazu? Also, ich stell mir das ehrlich gesagt ein bisschen komisch vor, da zu sitzen, klatschnass, und dann ’ne Tasse Kaffee in der Hand zu haben. Oder machen die das danach? Oder davor? Ich weiß es wirklich nicht genau. Aber es klingt irgendwie sehr… finnisch. Ruhig, heiß, dampfend, mit viel Stille. Ganz anders als hier. Also ich kann da jetzt nichts Fundiertes zu sagen, aber ich denke mal – das hat da bestimmt seine kulturelle Bedeutung, so wie bei uns… ja… Frühstück oder so.

This is Finland (German Dub)

Ich sag's Ihnen jetzt mal ganz direkt, ja?
Weil mir hier gerade der Kaffee kalt geworden ist...
(langer Dub-Echo)
…und das passt perfekt zur Lage.

Der schottische Fußball?
Ein lauwarmer Schluck aus der Pfütze.
Früher: Bollwerk.
Heute: Gegurke, Rumgestochere, null Biss!
(lacht höhnisch)
Null. Idee. – null Idee! (Dub-Scratches)

BANG!
Hampden Park explodiert —
Doch nur im Traum, Bruder.
Heute klären sie gegen Liechtenstein ins Aus!
89. Minute!
(Delay-Echo: Auuuuus... Auuus...)

Funktionäre mit Ausverkauf-Krawatten
sprechen von „Entwicklung“…
…doch da entwickelt sich höchstens:
LANGEWEILE!
(Synth-Flächen plötzlich abbrechen)

Ich mein, ganz ehrlich...
Da wär ich am liebsten SELBER…
auf den Platz gerannt...
mit kaltem Kaffee in der Hand.
(Reverse-Tape-Swoosh)
Und dann: WACHGEMACHT!

☕ Cold coffee... on the touchline,
⚽ No fight, no pride, no sign.
🧥 Ties from the sale and plans on repeat,
🎤 But all I hear... is defeat.

Was ist aus Hampden geworden?!
Früher: da gab’s auf die Socken!
Heute?
Ein müder Haufen in kurzen Hosen
…der Ball ist heiß wie mein Kaffee –
LAUWARM!

Ich sag nur eins:
Liechtenstein.
89. Minute.
Ball.
INS.
AUS.
(echo: aus... aus... aus...)

Got Banned in Scotland (German Dub)

☕⚽ Cold Coffee in Hampden Park (German Dub)
by Unbekannter Künstler

Welcome to the most aggressive cup of coffee ever brewed.

This isn’t just dub.
It’s a ranting monologue from the edge of madness, echoed into infinity.
It’s Scottish football heartbreak, filtered through German sarcasm and bass-heavy delirium.
It’s what happens when you show up at Hampden Park with nothing but a cold mug and too many opinions.

🎙️ Angry vocals drenched in echo.
🎚️ Dub delays gone rogue.
💥 Breaks that collapse like a back four in the 89th minute.
⚡ Lightning. Stadium chants. Meltdown.

From the whispered intro to the apocalyptic outro — this is football analysis as a dub exorcism.

Cold Coffee in Hampden Park (German Dub)

🎧 Spiritual Debris (Dub from Santiago) – Unbekannter Künstler 🇨🇱

A deep, boiling dub track straight from the mind of a furious policeman in Santiago, channeling Thomas Bernhard levels of existential meltdown.

Heavy sub-bass. Spaced-out echoes. Flip-flop slaps in distorted rhythm. Glitched ukuleles and trumpet stabs clash with ambient city noise and plaza murmurs. The groove slides from slow, surreal hypnosis to full-on dub breaks with sirens, delays, and sudden aggression.

🎙️ Spoken monologue:

“No one listens.
Termites in cargo shorts.
Collapsing in Calama — in pajamas…”

This is not music.
This is a warning.
For every tourist who grinned into oblivion.

LYRICS:

🎙️ I have said it before…
🎙️ And I will say it again…
🎙️ Although no one listens…

No one ever listens.
Least of all the tourists.
Termites in cargo shorts,
Sunburnt optimism peeling off in layers.
Santiago…
Once proud,
Now just a backdrop
For idiocy in digital format.

🎶 Plap… plap… plap…
Ukuleles OUT.
Selfie sticks UP.
Spiritual bankruptcy — NOW.

They film everything.
They film themselves being fools.
Standing in front of a mountain,
As if merely existing there
Were some kind of achievement.

🎶 "Oblivion… grinning into… oblivion…"
[distorted whisper loop]
“Internet. Internet. Internet…”

And when they collapse —
In CALAMA.
On a BENCH.
In PAJAMAS!
We must rescue them.
We must carry their collapsed narcissism
Back to the hostel of their delusions.

🎶 Spiritual debris — spiritual debris
🎶 Of the internet age…
🎙️ We are not the fools.
🎙️ But they make us play the part.

🎙️ I joined the force
To uphold the law.
To serve something noble.
Now I babysit
The grotesque optimism
Of terminal tourists.
And still — no one listens.

Santiago Tourist Dub

Es war nicht der Kaffee. Es war das Prinzip.
A machine denied him sugar — and unleashed a dub monologue of presidential despair.

This track is a brutalist dub requiem for authority, ego, and vending machine betrayal. Merging Spoken Word German with glitchy echo FX, siren drops, tape hiss, and deep sub-bass, it drifts between minimal paranoia and explosive satire.

Imagine: a wounded police president facing existential collapse in a flickering corridor of bureaucracy. One cup. No sugar.
One ego. No becher.
Just vinyl crackle, coffee drips, and der Apparat whispering “nein.”

🎧 Dub / Spoken Word German / Siren FX / Political Meltdown / Viennese Madness

Es war nicht der Kaffee.
Es war das Prinzip.

Ich stand dort…
Mit meiner Befehlsgewalt,
meiner Autorität,
meiner Präsidialwürde —

und der Automat…
verweigerte den Dienst.

Kein Zucker.
Kein Becher.
Nichts.

Nur ein mechanisches,
gleichgültiges
Surren.

Ich habe Kriminalreformen durchgesetzt.
Ich habe Minister zum Schweigen gebracht.
Ich habe eigenhändig Kottan suspendiert.
Sieben Mal in einer Woche!

Aber dieser Automat…
dieser Blechbürokrat ohne Herz…
ignorierte mich.

Und ich stand da.
Mit meiner Tasse.
Leer.

Was bleibt einem Mann…
der sein Leben dem Apparat gewidmet hat…
wenn selbst der Apparat ihn verrät?

Vielleicht war es ein Aufstand.
Ein stiller Putsch…
aus dem Inneren
der Verwaltung.

Vielleicht…
hatte er sich mit dem Getränkeautomaten
im dritten Stock
verbündet.

Ich fühlte mich…
verlassen.
Von der Technik.
Vom Staat.
Vom Aroma.

The Coffee Vending Machine (German Dub)

“I just wanted to… quickly use the restroom…”
“…and now my dessert is gone.”

A musical meltdown in sub-bass and satire.
A dub sermon delivered by a furious nutritionist who’s had enough.

“The Nutrition Limbo” is a low-frequency protest against food hype,
a deep echo chamber where “protein bomb” becomes a crime,
and grill chicken from a parking-lot food truck is declared a metabolic insult.

🎛️ Glitchy delay FX, marimba sparkles, dub brass, sub-bass chaos
🎵 Kalorienclown, Kalorienclown…
📉 Pitch drops, scream samples, and one final rimshot of truth

This is groove-based nutritional philosophy for those who know
that biological value matters more than Instagram macros —
and that sometimes… even a tire has more nutritional worth.

Lyrics:

"Ich wollte nur kurz... auf die Toilette..."
"…und mein Dessert ist weg."

Als passionierter…
und renommierter Ernährungswissenschaftler…
muss ich – mit allem mir verbliebenen Anstand –
darauf hinweisen:

„The Nutrition Limbo“ ist ein kulinarisches Armutszeugnis.
Unterkomplex.
Infam.
Eine Verhöhnung ernährungsphysiologischer Realität.

🎵 "PROTEINBOMBE!" (glitched)

Inflationär verwendet!
Kontextlos!
Ein Schlag ins Gesicht…
für alle mit Resthirn!

Was ist mit...
biologischer Wertigkeit?
Fettbegleitstoffe?
Glykämischer Last?

🌴 Marimba sparkles, angelic synths swirl
But then — 📉

"Grillhendl vom Parkplatzimbiss sei gesund?"
"ICH BITTE SIE!!"

Selbst ein AUTOREIFEN hat mehr Nährwert!
🎵 (dub echo: Reif’n… Reif’n…)
🎚️ Pitch drop: “Go vegan or go void…”

🎵 Kalorienclown, Kalorienclown!
🎵 Schreit ins Mikro, doch keiner schaut.
🎵 Algorithmus macht sein Essen schlau...
🎵 Und das Dessert? Klaut... man ihm auch.

🌀 (echo: „auch… auch… auch…“)

Aber gut…
wer sich freiwillig zum musikalischen Kalorienclown stilisiert…
darf sich über eine gewisse metabolische Tragik nicht wundern.

🎚️ slow dub brass + low detuned piano chord

Wenig Substanz.
Viel Geräusch.
Aber immerhin… im Takt.
"Unfassbar."
🎵 (melodic echo: baaar… baar… baaar...)

The Nutrition Limbo (German Dub)

A satirical dub anthem about gym culture, emotional avoidance, and the absurd theatre of so-called “bromance.”
Grunts, protein bars, and power poses — but beneath the muscle: fear, emptiness, and a desperate craving for connection.

This isn’t closeness.
It’s performance.
With creatine.

Lyrics:

Ich sag’s Ihnen offen.
Ganz offen.
Das hier?
Ist kein Sozialverhalten.

Dieses ganze Gerede —
Bromance im Fitnessstudio —
ist nichts weiter
als ein Symptom kollektiver
Begriffsverblödung.

Da stehen sie,
emotional unterentwickelt,
suchend nach Nähe
und verstecken sie…
hinter einem popkulturellen Kunstwort,
das klingt wie ein Getränk auf Sojabasis.
Bromance Zero.
Mit Extra Vanille.

Was ich da sehe?
Keine Bindung.
Nur: groteske Inszenierung.
Nähe im Trikot.
Disziplin statt Dialog.
Pump statt Gefühl.

Der eine spielt den General.
Der andere — Adjutant.
Nicht weil sie müssen.
Sondern weil sie nichts anderes kennen.
Nichts anderes aushalten.

Die Geräuschkulisse:
Grunzen.
Metallklirren.
Proteinriegel zwischen den Zähnen.
Und dazwischen:
pseudophilosophische Monologe
mit der Eleganz einer Klimmzugstange.

Sie sagen, sie wachsen.
Ich sehe nur:
Vermeidung.
Regelwerk.
Repetition.
Ein Tanz…
Ein hilfloser Tanz —
um die eigene
Leerstelle.

Das ist keine Bindung.
Das ist keine Nähe.
Das ist... Theater.
Mit Creatin.
Und Angst.

Ein Raum voller Muskeln.
Und keiner weiß,
wo’s weh tut.

Bromance  (German Dub)

 A rootsy, Afro-fusion anthem performed live with soul and spirit. “Bless Up Every Time – Live Mix (Alternate)” blends conscious reggae grooves with African rhythms and a laid-back dub vibe. This alternate version brings fresh energy with a raw, heartfelt delivery — reminding us to rise, bless, and never dim the fire. Mixed for real ones who feel every beat, every word, every blessing.

🎙️ Performed by: TheKyalos
🌍 From: Kaani Village, Machakos County, Kenya
🔊 Style: Roots Reggae | Afro-Fusion | Live Mix
🙌 Vibes: Spiritual, Empowering, Uplifting

Bless up… every time!

Bless Up Every Time - Live Mix(Alternate)

"Gansja" is a Georgian wordplay, a metaphor for inner reflection and the flame of light within.
Gansja – the leaf of light, the sound of soul.

Gansja

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Funk Bleeds Through Blues

Blues Vibes

Rhythm Hustle

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Caught in the Groove

Funk Bleed Through Blues

Electric Shadows

🚨 Warning: This track is not responsible for sudden uncontrollable hip movements, broken furniture, or neighbors filing “noise complaints” about your body, not the speakers.

“Up and Down” is pure late-night energy — sweaty dancefloor heat, flashing lights, and that dangerous moment when you realize you might actually ride the beat harder than the song intended.

Think: velvet basslines grinding against steel, vocals dripping confidence, and a rhythm that refuses to behave. It’s dirty, it’s playful, it’s the musical equivalent of winking at someone across the club and then stealing their drink and their soul.

So turn it up, lock the door (or don’t 😏), and let gravity do the rest.

Lyrics:

Slow at first, I take control,
Move my hips, I rock your soul.
Feel the heat, no turning back,
I ride the wave, I stay on track.

Hold on tight, the rhythm’s mine,
Step by step, we cross the line.

Up and down – I set the speed –
Faster now – I take the lead.
Up and down – I own this night –
Harder now – I’m taking flight. 

Eyes on me, I feel the flame,
I know my power, say my name.
One more push, I lose control,
I ride it high, I want it all.

Touch me deep, don’t let me hide,
Faster now, enjoy the ride.

Up and down – I set the speed –
Faster now – I take the lead.
Up and down – I own this night –
Harder now – I’m taking flight. 

Ride it slow, then speed it up,
Don’t let go, don’t give it up.
Hit that peak, don’t stop the drive,
Come alive, come alive.

Up and down – I set the speed –
Faster now – I take the lead.
Up and down – I own this night –
Harder now – I’m taking flight.

Up And Down

🔥⚡ This track is what happens when patience runs out, the bass drops harder than your last Tinder date, and subtlety takes an early retirement. It’s fast, it’s dirty, it’s that “pick the sick trick” moment when the room gets sweaty and your Wi-Fi signal gets jealous of the connection.

🎶 Expect wobbling lows, punchy highs, and lyrics that treat self-control like an optional software update. This isn’t background music – it’s front-row, neon-lit, sweat-on-the-walls energy.

🚨 Warning: Side effects may include spontaneous body-rolling, questionable dance moves, and the uncontrollable urge to demand “I need that kick!” at strangers.

So go ahead, press play – fuel the flame, ride the groove, and let this dub madness hit you thick, quick, and unapologetically loud. 🔊💥

Lyrics:

Boy, you’re slow, I’m burning quick,
Show me heat, not just a trick.
No more waiting, no more talk,
Turn me on, let’s make it rock.

Touch me fast, don’t play it tame,
Feed the fire, fuel the flame.

Pick the sick trick – to get my click –
Come on – I need that kick.
Pick the sick trick – make it real quick –
Light me up, I need that hit.

Eyes on me, don’t drift away,
If you want love, you gotta play.
One move right, I’ll lose control,
Give me the rush, body and soul.

Closer now, I want it wild,
Make me moan, don’t make me mild.

Pick the sick trick – to get my click –
Come on – I need that kick.
Pick the sick trick – don’t play it slick –
Light me up, I need that hit. 

Heat me up, don’t let me down,
Spin me fast, don’t spin me round.
Boy, ignite, don’t kill the vibe,
Come alive, come alive.

Pick the sick trick – to get my click –
Come on – I need that kick.
Pick the sick trick – I want it thick –
Give it, boy, I need that hit.

Sick Trick

"Long Time" by Cindered Heart blends roots reggae, dub, and trap energy with deep Rasta prayer and conscious lyricism. A journey from self-hate to liberation, this track carries nyabinghi drums, heavy basslines, and raw truth, channeling Jah light into love, peace, and redemption

Lyrics

Long time mi crawl inna shadow of mi skin
Mirror talk back but mi cyan lock in
Tear drop acid burn through mi tin
Hate inna chest like a lion caged in

Blame mi self til mi spine start bendin
Every sin mi sow keep resendin
Chain pon soul mi keep mendin
Twist it up tight til mi life need endin

YEAH

Cool breeze whisper inna midnight hush
Plant one seed and di root gon brush
Dust from di bone where the spirit crush
Mi dig deep down let di heartbeat flush

From di roots of di heart love still rise
Like di sun pon di hill in di morning sky
Wash pain calm hate open eye
Redemption grow where di truth cyan hide

Rise rise rise never hide
Rise rise rise open eyes

Walk through di town wid mi head held low
Every face mi pass like a shadow glow
Scar mi hide like a seed below
But root still grow when di rain cyan show

Wrong mi stack was a stone mi lay
Bridge cyan build in a humble way
Pride get drop when the mercy sway
Now mi plant peace pon di ground today

Love cyan grow when you cyan love self
Fire stay cold pon a dusty shelf
Light dat flame shadow melt itself
Guide you home to the love you felt

Self hate turn snake inna brain foundation
Bite mi vein drain mi relation
Pain rotation need meditation
Break di chain mi reach liberation

War mi make Dat mi own creation
No vacation from soul starvation
Feed di root wid truth vibration
Flip di hate to love celebration

Go to mi brother mi sister too
Mother and father mi speak it true
Mi wrong mi hurt mi cyan undo
But mi here to heal and mi start wid you

Now mi mind like rain pon a thirsty seed
Grow root strong pon a righteous creed
From di dark mi step let di light mi lead
Your heart be my fire your fire mi need

No one cyan live inna shadow forever
Forgive self love self love each other
Jah light blaze and di path grow clear
Love is di root and di root live here

No more tears No more tears

All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
📩 cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com
© 2024–2025 All rights reserved.

Long Time

“Set Mi Free” by Cindered Heart is a rebel cry through the smoke — roots reggae soul drenched in truth, pain, and hope. Rasta wisdom flows through haunting dub echoes, heavy basslines, and pure lyrical fire. A track for the lost, the defiant, and the ones still searching.

they say love gone is love dead
but nah me family nah me bredren
love dont die
it just transform it just transform

breathe deep
live again
through di tears
through di fire yeah mon you cyan live again
member in jahs light we all be one
so hold ya roots
hold ya kin
hold ya self
and know
everything has to break
so it can mend again
ire mon

fi all who feel lost
fi all who feel da pain
let da riddim remind ya
we rise again as more wit nah end
wit nah end in

mama cry quiet cold in the corner
fadda went ghost now the shadows get darker
heart full o thunder burnin like sulfur
but if nothin change
nothin get bolder

city too cold so jah teach me home
wheels keep turnin on steel and in mi bones
heart seen pain wearin friendly names
devil whispers sweet but he playin games

da tell the youth go chase the chains
but chains still bind and the weight remains
da family cry out and mi been to weak to keep
jah remind me what dis mean what dis mean

hate too hot it sear mi chest
let it go let jah do the rest help me pass dis test
feet move slow but the path stay right
one love one blood we walk bein da light

jah light mi path when i cant see
love still bloom from seed to tree
hold tight mi bredren mi family
an hold tight mi queen
rise from ashes pure and clean

heart dont break
it move in time
wid drum wid soul
wid roots divine
der still time der still time

used to run from the pain
now i carry it proud
turn the empty into stone
now i look to da clouds

used to curse the rain
now i bless the flood
jah cleanse mi pain
rewrite mi blood rewrite mi blood

truth in di mirror
not what they say
truth in the tremble
when you forgive da self mi change

lost love teach mi
real love reach mi
now i step firm
and mi soul preach free
i believe i believe i believe

jah lift mi up from the sick of grief
put breath in chest give soul belief
mi forgive mi grow mi build mi teach
heart stitched wid threads of peace

no more chains
no more cries
only light when i close mi eyes
jah carry mi through
and mi family too
and mi family too

this for the child in mi
this for the wild in mi
this for the nights i died
when only jah smiled on mi

when jah smiled on mi

this for mi sisters
mi brothers mi bredren
mi daughters mi sons
fi the ones lost in the silence

we toast fi the self
but only we live fi da now
mi build this house on a holy vow
mi wont give up da hope mi wont give up da hope

love nah gone it just change
love not silenced
love is strong love is gained

so mi sing fi the ones now gone
mi cry mi heal mi carry on
every lash mi felt made mi strong
mi forgive mi rise but know mi struggle
mi know mi return too but nah wit out you
it wont be long soon again
you be in mi arms
in mi arms

this for the child in mi
this for the wild in mi
this for the nights i died
when only jah smiled on mi

when jah smiled on mi

now let jah smile on thee now let jah smile on thee

All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
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© 2024–2025 All rights reserved.

Set Mi Free

Cindered Heart is insurgent music. Industrial, bass-heavy hip-hop fused with metal’s bite and activist poetry’s venom. Every song is a call-to-arms against complacency. A soundtrack for people who feel the rot and want to burn it out.

 I know crazy right ?


Emerging from a decade in shadow, Cindered Heart returns not as a solo act, but as a rising coven of creators, collaborators, and conspirators. Together, they give blood to a new genre: VampTrap : a brutal collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. This is not music made for market trends. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine, where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence untainted by pulse.

At the center stands a one-man legion: Introducing Lesstatt ! Handling songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Using AI elements, Hard Synths, Drum machines, Electric Guitars, Dj Equipment, Samplers, ect. Each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual, where melody bleeds into meaning, and distortion becomes declaration. But this vision is no longer alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and trusted allies. Each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases mostly for now on SoundCloud but also  global platforms, and with international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart is not chasing popularity. They are spreading contagion.

This is not a trend.
This is rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon.
Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme ... They reign.

From Clock Stays Red to Tie That Binds, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t ask for attention. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and drapes beauty in barbed wire.

You don’t follow Cindered Heart to feel good.
You follow to remember what pain sounds like when it’s finally free.

Disclaimer:

The music, lyrics, and creative works, references and elicit material featured on this profile are entirely fictional and are not based on or inspired by any real individuals, events, or entities. All content is a form of artistic expression. All meant to be interpreted as satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone, promote, or participate in any of the actions, ideologies, or cultural elements portrayed within the music. Listener discretion is advised.

Cindered Heart and all affiliated creators regard their work as art for expression, not endorsement. Nothing herein should be taken as a literal reflection of personal belief, behavior, or advocacy.

"All rights to this Soundcloud account, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of these artworks,lyrics, or tracks in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries, collaborations or contributions. please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

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Dinoza’s art is presence — where silence becomes rhythm and vision becomes verse.

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

New tracks tagged #DubVibes