Yeah…
Drip in code, breathe in static.
Ultraviolet mind, automatic.

Fell in a cold spiral, fingers froze,
Heartbeat switch before the logic knows.
Words can’t help when the rhythm glows,
I dream in ultraviolet flows.

Name the stars that move alone,
Draw my orbit, make it my zone.
Fake skin, fake past, still real tone —
Truth’s too loud when you’re on your own.

No rules, no time, no border,
I float where the void gets broader.
Out of range, out of order,
Silence cut deep like solder.

In my alien world — I breathe different air,
You can’t read me, don’t even dare.
In my alien world — feeling’s the code,
Evolution starts when my eyes close.

Rejected planet, still I bloom,
Only my pulse inside this room.
Orbit twists, my thoughts consume,
Skin vibrates like sonic fumes.

Not love — it’s chemistry raw,
Under my skin, that’s all I saw.
Translate me? Nah, you’ll fall,
I’m the glitch that rewrites law.

Decoded once — I’m gone,
I’m not code, I’m life reborn.
Every breath’s a new reform,
Static calm before the storm.

In my alien world — desire takes shape,
Can’t control me, I bend escape.
In my alien world — unknown voice call,
Every wall erased, I own it all.

Break it again, then link it back,
Kiss the void where the stars go black.
Stillness bends beneath my will,
Gravity hums — I’m standing still.

Gods forgotten, start to dance,
In the pulse, I take my chance.
No decode, I’m not a plan,
I’m not a question — I just am.

In my alien world — I don’t ask why,
I exist, I amplify.
In my alien world — nothing to prove,
I’m the planet — that’s the move.

In my alien world (Trap Rap reload)

Izibani zibheke phezulu
Township spirit ka’ rhythm
In’ our blood, we carry fire

S’town we move, we hustle hard
Mama’s cry, but we push guard
Skies grey but we gon’ see sun
In heart we fight — victory won

Ziyakhala, kodwa siyam’qhubeka
Hands up, voices loud, we break the weather

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

Step by step, we gather strength
No more fear, we go length
Eyes on dreams, we never fold
Truth in soul, worth more than gold

Ziyakhala, kodwa siyam’qhubeka
Hands up, voices loud, we break the weather

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

Night may fall, but dawn will come
No chain can hold when we’re as one
In unity we find our truth
In every heart, rebirth of youth

We say “Rise”
They say “Stand”
We say “Dream”
They say “Fight”

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

In the echoes, we remain
From the block — we rise again

Rise from the block (Kwaito 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.

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