Architect’s Hand – Bobbi Fi$ha 🏗️💀📐

Every empire, every illusion, every master plan starts with a single hand sketching the blueprint. "Architect’s Hand" is a dark trap sermon on power, precision, and control, where Bobbi Fi$ha moves like a grand designer of sound and fate. With shadowy beats and hypnotic flows, this track builds a world where every move is calculated, every structure is intentional, and every bar lays the foundation for something greater.
Step into the design, but remember—only the architects know the real plans. 📜🔮✨
LYRICS *****
I breathe in the dust of the ages, lungs laced with latent inscriptions,
Cipher in veins, I decode the cadence, break the constraints of existence.
Under the pillars, the echoes are spillin’, hummin’ in frequencies hidden,
Every incision a symbol, the deeper we dig, the more we be shiftin’.

Ain’t no relics, these revelations, laid in the sand to evolve us,
Coded within the arrangement, angles align with the orbits above us.
Every slab is a pulse in the marrow, pushin’ the mind through the threshold,
Measure the weight of the wisdom, see how it bends the perception we held close.

They was schemin’ on somethin’ beyond us, left us the keys in the sequence,
Sacred alignments in patterns precise as the limits of reason.
I was primal, now I spiral through chambers inside of the ether,
Every equation collapsin’ the chains, every phrase is a beacon.
Vision is laced with vermilion, eyes in the mist stay vermiform,
Sleep in the glow of the prisms, whisper the hymns in a lesser form.
Bodies align in the vellum, draped in a script that I felt before,
She pulled me into the rhythm, told me she knew where the echoes pour.Self in the grain, shift in the sand,
Mind runnin’ laps through the architect’s hand.Smoke in my lungs, dust in my veins,Turn from a beast to a god in the flame.Self in the grain, shift in the sand,Pulse in the rock, thought twists and expands.
Smoke in my lungs, dust in my veins,Turn from a beast to a god in the flame.I touch the markings, the past is retractin’,Ciphered in gaps in the fractions.Ain’t no tomb, it’s a path through the static,
Every note is a map to the passage.Chisel the omen, coded in math,
Phi in the weight, time in the graph.
Stretch through the prism, breath in collapse,
Lattice of symbols, speakin’ through ash.
Every layer been locked in a current, buried beneath in the depth of the sermon,
Pattern is loopin’, the angles converge and the forces collide with a spark in the wording.

Architect’s Hand

"Money Waves" is a high-energy track that embodies ambition, wealth, and the relentless grind. With slick wordplay and a fierce flow, this anthem is all about the pursuit of success, chasing dreams, and never stopping. The song brings together luxury, power, and confidence, painting a vivid picture of a life driven by hustle, riches, and unshakable determination. Whether you're cruising through the night or stacking your paper, "Money Waves" is your soundtrack to success.

Money Waves

Cindered Heart returns with "Ghost Money"—a ruthless vamptrap anthem carved in digital blood. This track won’t stay up long. Glitched basslines, chopper flows, and eerie truths about power and silence. No contracts. No mercy. Just control. Listen now before we vanish back into the shadows...

Lyrics 

Power is faceless. Wealth is nameless.
Control is silence. And I don't waste it.

They print it, I take it, I stack it, I vanish.
New accounts, new names, new habits.
They chasin’ a bag—I turn cash into planets.
I don’t run plays, bitch—I run mechanics.
Tryna read moves? I already rerouted.
Talkin’ ‘bout risk? Your vault’s surrounded.
A.I in the mainframe, silence the sirens.
Kill-switch ready your stocks start dyin’.
Take a loan out? Nah, I just take banks.
Take a contract? Nah, I just take ranks.
Take a company? Nah, I just take names.
Take a country? Nah I take space...
By the time you make a move I’ve already switched lanes, bitch!

I don’t sign, I erase it.
I don’t flex, I replace it.
I don’t beg, I'll invade.
Money moves in the dark and I don’t leave a trace, bitch.
I don’t fold, I drain it.
I don’t spend, I claim it.
I ain't fightin’, I reign it.
No life, no fame—still the stock exchange drained, bitch. Ohhhhh!

Come inside, take a seat, I’ll explain the machine.
I don’t make wealth—I erase what it means.
Your stocks ain’t dropping, bitch, they evaporate.
Your CEO ain't fightin’, bitch, we collaborate.
Kiss of death on a wire transfer, send that.
New shell corp, clean funds, let’s spend that.
They hold the bag while I hold the blueprint.
Power ain’t loud, baby, real wealth is fluent.
Every signature's inked in blood unseen—can’t fake that.
Every check cashed a ghost—watch it bleed black.
You hustle for paper, but you die for a check.
I speak in silence and it breaks an exec!

Ahhhhhhhhh!!

Tell me, what it feel like—
To move money you don’t own?
Tell me, what it feel like—
Stressin’ out for the loans?
Tell me, what it feel like—
Scrapin’ for the dollars like it’s fatal...
I sit back, printin’ money like I’m federal.

You chase money.
I make it disappear.
You want power.
But you still play fair.
Power don’t play fair, baby.
Now run along home, motherfucker...
You got work tomorrow.

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

Ghost Money

Bought the Building

(Intro)
Yeah…
I see what you’re doin’.
But we don’t vibe like that. Nah.

⸻

(Verse 1)
I don’t need your platitudes, keep ’em in your mouth,
Every “you’re so dope” got a favor underneath the shout.
You wanna ride the wave? Better learn to swim,
‘Cause I ain’t handin’ out boats just to boost your win.

Fake praise, thin veil — I see through it all,
Tryna climb my ladder, waitin’ on me to fall.
You drop names, flex ties like that impress,
But your truth’s missin’ — that’s the real address.

⸻

(Chorus)
Don’t kiss up, speak up — who are you really?
Don’t play smooth if your vibe ain’t feelin’ freely.
You want to link, build, break bread — I believe it…
But only when we stand side by side. Keep it even.
Yeah — keep it even.
Not above, not beneath — keep it even.
Truth over tactics, real over reach,
When you’re you and I’m me, that’s when we preach.

⸻

(Verse 2)
You don’t gotta bow, don’t gotta break form,
We’re all flawed kings tryna weather our own storms.
But flattery ain’t loyalty, charm ain’t soul,
You wanna earn trust? Let your silence hold gold.

Don’t mold to fit me — that’s a mask I don’t need,
I want roots, not weeds tryna mimic a seed.
We could build, could spark, could birth somethin’ bold,
But it’s gotta be real — not a version you sold.

⸻

(Chorus)
Don’t kiss up, speak up — who are you really?
Don’t play smooth if your vibe ain’t feelin’ freely.
You want to link, build, break bread — I believe it…
But only when we stand side by side. Keep it even.
Yeah — keep it even.
Not above, not beneath — keep it even.
Truth over tactics, real over reach,
When you’re you and I’m me, that’s when we preach.

⸻

(Bridge / Breakdown)
Stop mirrorin’ my moves like it’s flattery magic,
I need bold, not plastic, not passive dramatic.
I’m not your ladder, not your shortcut lane,
We walk parallel or not at all — that’s the game.

⸻

(Outro)
So keep the gloss, keep the gloss,
I want grit with a cause.
We might shine, we might rise —
But only if it’s ours.

Keep It Even

"Margin for Error" is a cold, calculated anthem. Fusing UK drill’s grit with executive-level lyricism, this track delivers ice-cold metaphors, militant precision, and ruthless clarity. Over a dark, bass-heavy beat, Kashes unloads verse after verse packed with strategy, dominance, and survival logic — no emotion, no mistakes, just order and execution.

Margin For Error

🎧 Bobbi Fisha – “Directly Stuff The Wrap” 💨💎

Description
“Directly Stuff The Wrap” is street science with cosmic flavor — slick, loud, and unapologetically bossed up. Bobbi Fisha flexes wordplay and precision, turning trap slang into poetry. The beat bangs like smoke and thunder, her flow smooth but dangerous. It’s a hustler’s mantra coated in elegance and mischief — luxury meets low end.
No cap, no crumbs — just pressure.

“Manifest first, roll later.”

Directly Stuff The Wrap

🎧 Bobbi Fisha – “Ops Mad” 😤💣

Description
“Ops Mad” is pure confrontation — sharp, fearless, and unapologetically cold. Bobbi Fisha spits like she’s carving her name into concrete, commanding every kick and snare with authority. The production hits like a brawl in slow motion — 808s rumbling under her venomous flow. It’s not a diss track, it’s a declaration: untouchable, undeniable, unbothered.
If they’re mad, she’s doing it right.

“Pressure make diamonds — and enemies shine too.”

Ops Mad

A raw beat built for the cypher. Pure hip-hop energy, made for battles and training sessions.
For every bboy and bgirl living the dance to the fullest: ride or die.

Ride Or Die | BBOY MUSIC (Chill Rap)

I wanted to create a track that makes you say exactly this:
“…what the fvck?!”
First chapter of BATTLE SCIENCE.
Get ready. ⚡

J’ai voulu créer un son qui te fait dire exactement ça :
“mais… what the fvck ?!”
Premier chapitre de BATTLE SCIENCE.
Prépare-toi ! ⚡

What The Fvck | BBOY MUSIC (Special Battle)

❤️‍🔥 Cindered Heart ❤️‍🔥
The Architect of VampTrap and Rockstep ! A brutal fusion of industrial bass, cinematic metal, and lyrical fire built for a world that still thinks genres have borders. This is the sound of rebellion sharpened into a dagger that will pick your bones clean by morning . 
CH is dark post-rap industrial rock and dubstep hybrid project forged with layered production, generated samples, synths, guitars and drum machines wielded as ritual weaponry.

Cindered Heart is insurgent music first ! bass-heavy, lyrically masterminded and raw to the bone. Fused with metal’s bite and activist venom. Every track is a call-to-arms against complacency, a cinematic rebellion for those who feel the rot and burn to erase it.

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 new genres like VampTrap and RockStep,  alongside brutal collision, showcasing many sides, and many different styles of music like dubstep, rock, metal and darkwave, with experimental offshoots in folk and reggae. This is not music made for market trends. It’s an audio doctrine where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence unscarred by rhythm.

                    At the center stands a one-man legion 

                                         — Lesstatt — 

overseeing songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and mixing/mastering/rendering. Through a blend of DAW's, hardware synths, drum machines, electric guitars, samplers, and generated sound layers, each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual where melody bleeds into meaning and distortion becomes declaration.

But this vision no longer stands alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and creative allies each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases across SoundCloud and global streaming platforms surpassing 75K plays, 1.8K likes, 921 comments, and 750 reposts, combining other platforms in one year over 100 k plays ! Plus international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart isn’t chasing popularity. It’s spreading contagion.

This isn’t a trend.
It’s rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t play.
They summon.

Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme, it reigns.

From Clock Stays Red to Psychopaths, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t seek validation. 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 featured by Cindered Heart are fictional and intended solely as artistic expression — a mixture of satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone or promote any actions or ideologies depicted within the art. Listener discretion is advised.

Socials, curated playlists, and online store links with songs, merch, and remixes is all coming soon !

All compositions, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned exclusively by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, remixing, or licensing without written permission is prohibited.

This has been a solo project home recorded, with a lot of AI assistance, yes, but, a shit ton of production. Soon i will be working with live artists to bring together this vison and play live !

📩 For licensing, collaborations, or press inquiries:
cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com

All rights reserved © Cindered Heart 2024–2025

Like | Comment | Follow

Creative music producer.

Music, quirky, inspired, enjoy!

Mostly radio friendly & TV friendly tracks.  HD quality.  No swear words.

If you’re messaging me, tell me which song you liked.  It’s hard to know who is copying & pasting, and possibly a bot.

#snafflesmusic

(Private) (@) (private) (.) com

Mi Mate Music – Giving Sound to Silent Struggles

Mi Mate Music is a purpose-driven creative project transforming lived experiences into powerful, emotionally charged tracks. Founded by Dennis Weston, this initiative supports individuals—particularly war veterans living with invisible injuries such as PTSD and other mental health conditions—in expressing what too often goes unsaid.

Through music, we help broken people tell their stories in ways that are honest, raw, and empowering. These tracks are more than just songs—they are lived moments, captured in sound.

Our mission is twofold: to support healing through creative expression, and to foster greater understanding of the silent battles many veterans and others endure daily. Every lyric and every beat is crafted to inspire empathy, connection, and insight into the challenges of mental health injuries.

Whether you're navigating your own journey or seeking to understand someone else's, Mi Mate Music offers a soundtrack grounded in truth, resilience, and hope.

Your support helps us continue turning real stories into music that matters.

I post AI music that speaks my thoughts, moods, and moments — lines that hit home, sounds that reflect my day. Not a musician, just someone who finds comfort in melodies and meaning in lyrics.

📀💿 Gold & Multi Platinum Producer
I make music for BBoys & BGirls
🌐 www.djalpach.com
📩 beats@djalpach.com

You need people like me so you can point your fingers and say, "That's the bad guy."

Welcome to The Fermentation Cycle – a 1940s industrial-noir duology told as a slow-burn audio experience.

Every day I drop a new chapter with its own lofi score running through a crackling 1940s radio: low drums, hiss, distant horns, machinery in the walls. You’re not just reading a book – you’re inside a failing dockside brewery, listening to the pipes, the ledgers, and the rats under the floor.

Book I follows The Violet Boar, a once-powerful brewery in a corrupt coastal city, held together by heat, debt, queer love, and bad decisions. It’s adult, cerebral, immersive: pressure, politics, undercity tunnels, rat “choirs,” and a city that launders violence into paperwork.

Start at the Prologue and move forward a chapter a day, or let the playlist run like a haunted late-night radio station.

🔧 Tone: harsh 1940s noir, queer, anti-capitalist, psychological, slow escalation
🎧 Sound: lofi, tape-hiss, radio crackle, industrial ambience
📚 Project: The Fermentation Cycle Duology – The Violet Boar & Rats

The Fermentation Cycle is an adult industrial-noir duology set in 1940s Brineford, where Dockstring Ward runs on steam, rumor, and the kind of “civic” language that ruins people with clean hands.
At its center squats the Violet Boar Brewery, a once-proud Kiln now being slurred as a Loom, sweating heat and debt into the street like a confession.
Elara Wexley inherits the place and its failures, walking under a city that keeps score even when it pretends it doesn’t.
Every pipe, ledger mark, and shipment becomes leverage in a quiet war between rival breweries, supply yards, and the polite enforcers who call it regulation.
The Ward itself is a chorus — bars, docks, backrooms, and watchers — deciding what the Boar is worth, and what Elara is allowed to be.
Below the surface, the undercity’s layered infrastructure and rat-choir ecology mirror the city’s neglect: history stacked like rot you can’t fully scrub.
The story turns pressure into plot: money, heat, reputation, and intimacy all pushing until something breaks and the break changes the map.
It’s harsh, cinematic, and funny in the dark, obsessed with inheritance, survival, and the cost of naming what’s really happening.

New tracks tagged #POWERMOVES