Yeah.
Close your eyes… run away.
Flint flow — no melody, just pressure.

I remember nights, no light, no plate,
Empty room, demons out late.
Heart froze, rent due, still straight,
Whole block quiet, I narrate fate.
Ain’t no peace when your thoughts still spin,
Dreams cost more when you born in sin.
Cold seat, but the whip still move,
Talk pain fast, that’s Detroit groove.

Take me higher, break the chain,
Every scar turn gas, no shame.
Still runnin’ though the road ain’t plain,
Still breathin’, still in the game.
Run forever, don’t fade away,
Sleep when the world decay.
Follow the light, it carry me through,
All that I wanted still close to you.

Look— I came from dust, no halo sign,
Cut through hurt like a factory line.
Ain’t no rest when the money low,
So I talk pain on a 808 blow.
Lost some friends, they ghosted fast,
Now I toast alone to the past.
Whole hood learned how to fake hope,
I just learned how to tighten rope.
No myth, that’s blood on steel,
Every loss I flip to a deal.
Eyes red, but I see clear now,
Every fall just teach me how.

Take me higher, break the chain,
Every scar turn gas, no shame.
Still runnin’ though the road ain’t plain,
Still breathin’, still in the game.
Run forever, don’t fade away,
Sleep when the world decay.
Follow the light, it carry me through,
All that I wanted still close to you.

Flint tap run brown not gold,
Still drink truth, never fold.
Every verse like broke glass cut,
Sharp words, no clean gut.
They talk dreams, I talk bills,
They want fame, I want chills.
Got no chain, still shine,
Whole story built off grind.
Close your eyes, I’m still there,
Lost boy breathin’ city air.
Ain’t no love but I stay aware,
Pain my god, that’s only prayer.

Take me higher, break the chain,
Every scar turn gas, no shame.
Still runnin’ though the road ain’t plain,
Still breathin’, still in the game.
Run forever, don’t fade away,
Sleep when the world decay.
Follow the light, it carry me through,
All that I wanted is here with you.

Yeah.
Close your eyes… run away.
Detroit forever, pain on replay.

Take me higher (Flint Rap reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

New tracks tagged #Found-Sound Percussion