“Exxxplosive (Remix)” by Eazali Done brings that raw West Coast energy with a fresh lyrical twist. Eazali steps on the classic beat with confidence and precision, delivering slick wordplay, smooth flow, and heavyweight bars that command attention. It’s a respectful nod to hip-hop roots with a modern spark — pure fire from start to finish. This one’s all gas, no breaks.

EXXXPLOSIVE

A dark, cinematic rap that dives deep into power, greed, war, and the inevitable collapse of corrupt empires.

“Bibi’s Lullaby” is a poetic reckoning — a reflection on control, conscience, and the price of privilege.
Haunting production meets raw lyricism, blending storytelling and protest in equal measure.

🎧 For the unheard voices, for truth through art, for the ones who still rise from the dust.

#BibisLullaby #TheReckoning #HipHop #Rap #ConsciousRap #PoliticalRap #DarkRap #PoeticRap #AlternativeHipHop #TruthInArt #Gaza #Palestine #JusticeThroughMusic #HafeezAkram

Bibi's Lullaby (The Reckoning)

“Play This Song” fuses raw hip-hop emotion with smooth R&B, capturing themes of loyalty, struggle, and perseverance. Perfect for introspective or emotional moments, it delivers the authentic heart of trap-soul.

Play This Song

Lyrics:

When the fire's gone out we don’t stop
Through the frost our souls remain hot
This a cycle, we never gonna stop
We rise from the ash in the battles we’ve fought
When the fire's gone out we don’t stop
Through the frost our souls remain hot
This a cycle, we never gonna stop
We rise from the ash in the battles we’ve fought

When it’s all said and done I left it all on the floor
These charcoal stains are part of my decor
Imperfections are the key to evermore
Like a plant just starts as a seed then a spore
The spark in my mind is the reason for the story
Being blind to the truth like Plato’s Allegory
Living life in a cave with no knowledge of a shorty
So your mind doesn’t crave or behave for the glory

Let’s just let it sink in
Third-degree burns churning up your skin
What I had I had lost, so I had to start again
It all started with a flicker and a clicker of the pen
Hot as the liquor in which you do depend
I had to let it go, it betrayed me as a friend
Without a steady glow, your aura’s gonna bend
Til it breaks then you learn all your lessons at the end

When the fire's gone out we don’t stop
Through the frost our souls remain hot
This a cycle, we never gonna stop
We rise from the ash in the battles we’ve fought

Going back into the flames like cinema
The effects of the burns are all but miniature
No pick-forks or torches for the villagers
The worst nightmare for any piece of literature
All that remains are the cinders and the teeth
And the echoes of the hopeless shadowed by their grief
The pedigree is chief and the mountain stays steep
To rebuild what was lost from the overwhelming heat

Let’s just let it sink in
Third-degree burns churning up your skin
What I had I had lost, so I had to start again
It all started with a flicker and a clicker of the pen
Hot as the liquor in which you do depend
I had to let it go, it betrayed me as a friend
Without a steady glow, your aura’s gonna bend
Til it breaks then you learn all your lessons at the end

I broke down the messages I sent
All returned back, allowed me to repent
I crumbled to the ground and then I found my zen 
And just like a phoenix, you know I rose again

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Written and performed by Mojo Flows
https://ffm.bio/mojoflows

Produced by BizZillion
https://soundcloud.com/8122338

All That Remains (prod. BizZillion)

underground raw trap

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Lyricist: ZILLTRAFER
Composer: ZILLTRAFER
Mix/Master: ZILLTRAFER
Producer: Skerb

14.11.2025

ZTF-Nedávam [prod. Skerb]

Remember Why

“All the World Is a Stage” is Bryant's lucid confrontation with the masks we’re taught to wear and the truth we’re taught to hide. This song moves like a late-night dialogue with the divine — part confession, part rebellion, part revelation. Over introspective bars, Bryant questions the roles society forces on us: the performer, the pretender, the survivor.

As the verse climbs in elevation, the world below looks heavier — Mother Nature exhausted, the oppressed protecting oppressors, a generation inheriting the flaws of its predecessors. Yet the track never loses its spiritual pulse. It’s the feeling of rising higher while the expectations fall away, of seeing too much to ever go back to acting “alright.”

This is a piece for the truth-tellers, the ones tired of tap-dancing through life, the ones who feel their soul fading behind the costume. “All the World Is a Stage” rips the curtain down and asks: Who are you when the script falls apart?

A powerful anthem for anyone choosing authenticity over performance.

All The World Is A Stage

💡 Über den Song:
Deutscher Rap. Direkt und rau!

🎶 Songidee & Text: emotions after midnight
🧠 KI-basierte Demo-Produktion: nicht final gemischt oder gemastert

📜 Hinweis:
Dieses Werk ist eine unveröffentlichte Demo und dient ausschließlich zur Präsentation der Song-/Textidee.
Der Text und die Melodie sind urheberrechtlich geschützt.
Nutzung, Bearbeitung oder Veröffentlichung nur mit ausdrücklicher Zustimmung des Urhebers.

💌 Kontakt für Anfragen / Kooperationen:
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🔗 Status:
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Asphaltkind

Mutter sagt

[verse]
Load the truth, they duck
’Cause a thought from the gut hits harder when I chuck
Power in the pen, they cluck
Revolution in the lungs when you breathe then puff
Walk in, kings go quiet
’Cause a mind on fire shuts down any tyrant
Look sharp, think sharp, get paid
Every scar on my soul is a feature, not a glitch in the frame

Don’t move how the crowd’s been trained
Don’t chase trends just to die in the chain
Don’t bow to a throne or a flag or a name
If a voice in da chest says “no,” refrain
Whole world screaming “fall in line”
But I’d rather stand wrong than be right on time
Rather walk broke with my own design
Than be paid in full with a rented spine

They want faith in the screen, not self
Want you scrolling for worth while they harvest your health
Sold us doubt, then sold us help
Then they sold us gods they keep on the shelf
Trust that whisper under the riot
The still, small voice when the timeline’s violent
You can’t buy that, can’t brand that, silence
So they drown it in noise and call it “guidance”

[hook]
Kick down doors, they scatter
Cuz a brain on a beast hits harder than the adder
Feel good, look good, win fights
Cuz a mind with a weapon outlives nine lives
We rise, they hide
Shake the room when I step inside
Think big, talk big, full might on the mic
Cuz a rebel with a purpose is a motherfucking landslide

[verse]
Laugh at the state, they panic
Cuz a man who can think is a glitch mechanic
Cheap suits praying over metrics
Modern-day Rome burns while they dull their ethics
Da whole West running on debt and denial
Campaign smiles over priest-file trials
King for a day with a headline title
Rot ruinin' the core, but the crown goes viral

They don’t want lions, they want livestock grazing
Timeline glazin, dopamine dazing
Schools raisin drones while the boss drops wages
And the news plays both sides of the stages
Truth becomes contraband, thought is illegal
Cameras on lampposts “for the safety of the people”
Human rights on lease with a fine-print easel
Sign here, bleed slow, make freedom illegal

Screens in the pews, saints on the payroll
Preachers in sneakers sellin stock-tip halos
Golden calf every Sunday's stage show
Bless that bag, let the poor die faithful
Glaze every eye with wires and waves
Every word, every search, every step we take
Clown world run by professional fakes
Watch the empire crack while the circus plays

Don't be scared of the end, be patient
Every rotten kingdom falls when the rot hits the basement
History’s savage but it ain’t complacent
Every proud layer gets levelled by the nameless
We ain’t sheep, we’re wolves in borrowed sheep's clothes
Every lie stacked high till the sorrow explodes
Rather eat dirt than swallow what I’m told
When a puppet runs the world that's when the fire takes hold

[hook]
Kick down doors, they scatter
Cuz a brain on a beast hits harder than the adder
Feel good, look good, win fights
Cuz a mind with a weapon outlives nine lives
We rise, they hide
Shake the room when I step inside
Think big, talk big, full might on the mic
Cuz a rebel with a purpose is a motherfucking landslide

Landslide

underground raw trap
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emotions after midnight – ein Songwriting-Projekt, das Geschichten hörbar macht.

Zwischen Mitternacht und Morgengrauen entstehen hier Songs, die Emotionen in Musik verwandeln – von stillen Balladen bis zu urbanen Deutschrap-Texten, von nachdenklichen Popmomenten bis zu Ohrwurm-Melodien für den Schlager.

Die Idee: Musik als Sprache der Nacht, für alle, die ihre Gefühle nicht in Worte fassen können.
„Jeder Song ist eine Geschichte – geschrieben für Menschen, die fühlen.“

Jeder Künstler ist eine Stimme:
🎙️ Marie Lesch – emotionale Singer/Songwriter-Balladen
🧢 D3NZ! – ehrlicher DeutschRap mit Haltung
⚙️ Gefühle (Reimagined) – Das Album „Gefühle“ neu interpretiert 
🌙 Mixed Emotions – genreübergreifende Demos & englische Songs
🎯 Client Projects – Custom Demos

Alle Songs sind Originaltexte und Demos (teilweise KI-unterstützt produziert) und zeigen, wie vielseitig Emotionen klingen können.

💌 Kooperationen, Textanfragen oder Feedback: emotions.after.midnight@web.de

© 2025 emotions after midnight – alle Rechte vorbehalten

Titan Twelve. OG 12. 
@YICTITAN
Email: 12circlerecords@gmail.com

Haitian American rap artist. Born in New York, raised in Tennessee, and living in Miami. Done!!!!

Very little is ever just one thing...

--BEWARE--
Unearned Wisdom
-and-
Smiling Glad-Hands

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