Internals

Compact (prod. Lil Troll)

Algorithm

Underrated (ft. Eliante)

Motorola (ft. Taki5)

Missing Key

Force

Happy Memorial Day Yall 

Love and peace 

Live shows coming to Chicago soon 

Sky High

“Wake the City Up” is a cinematic, lyrical journey through the grind of a creator’s day—fueled by caffeine, purpose, and rhythm. From the hiss of the kettle at dawn to the final exhale at night, the track blends poetic imagery with sharp, percussive flow. It’s a tribute to morning rituals, city energy, and the mindset of turning routine into power. With each verse, the beat pulses like footsteps through concrete streets—driven, focused, unstoppable.

Wake the City Up

Endless Stream

Been feeling hopeful and sad lately, which is a better combination than sad and hopeless honestly. Feeling grateful to be here with yall and existing.

Self-Expression With Super Ego - Sad Hopeful Energy - 5.28.2025

Just a bit of fun - I put this nonsense rhyme by Spike Milligan to music, with the mixing help of @APi_ZZ (who's done his own great version, so check it out!)

Ning Nang Nong

LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION

I created this song with the help of Udio. This is my fourth attempt at creating a song through Udio.

I wrote 92,5% of the lyrics to this song. The rest was co-written by me with the help of AI services (not Udio though). I purposely employed a lot of rhymes and double meanings in the lyrics.

Below are the lyrics:

It’s time for me to level with you,
And give the damned old Devil his due.
He promised, and catered, to my every whim,
Long gone are the days of staying in trim.
Temptation, oh, that weighty old matter,
My sins were handed to me on a platter.

I cling to his legs, I’m under his thumb,
Down to the dregs, to him I succumb.
The curse of idle hands, that’s my story told in sum,
Putting it plainly: I’m a fat and lazy bum.

I’m not like my twin, even if we’re close kin.
Though we’re both heavyset, there’s a spring in his step,
And he’s comfortable in his skin.
A wandering monk is he, bursting with smiles and glee.
But exercise, to me, is like sunlight to a flea,
So I’ll settle for two out of three.

I cling to his legs, I’m under his thumb,
Down to the dregs, to him I succumb.
The curse of idle hands, that’s my story told in sum,
Putting it plainly: I’m a fat and lazy bum.

Like Henry the Eighth, who lost his way, 
(A king led astray)
Mounting his horse took more than a day. 
A weighty existence, a crown that's absurd, 
In the echoes of history, my story's inferred.

An awful lot to lose, not just in terms of weight,
Concerned about my ability to enter Heaven’s gate.
Gluttony and sloth rained down on my parade,
And now my moral fibre is completely frayed.

I cling to his legs.
Down to the dregs.
Completely frayed.

I cling to his legs, I’m under his thumb,
Down to the dregs, to him I succumb.
The curse of idle hands, that’s my story told in sum,
Putting it plainly: I’m a fat and lazy bum.

On and on, the Holy Scriptures harp, 
About ravenous wolves, in impeccable sheep's garb.
Thugs with two mugs, all good Christians learn to shun,
But if I had two faces, I'd never wear this one!

I'm a fat and lazy bum, and I'm under his thumb.
The curse of idle hands, that’s my story told in sum.
An awful lot to lose, not just in terms of weight,
Concerned about my ability to enter Heaven’s gate.

The Fat Monk's Twin

Obra porteña Indie-folk del verano 2012 feat. Julieta Sabanes. One of the fruits harvested from MATETEMA-TEMAMATE I,  a concept-album  & videos performances. 

Matetema N°1

Lovely Echo

lovelyecho

LOVELY ECHO

SoundCloud wont let me post the original version of my song but i wanted to post this song nonetheless if you want to hear the original its @freesoulsos on youtube check me out!!

hometown storys

In a life as locked too demiseful. Ass I’d cum. Still the horns blown and fire strikes assized whores. What about the wardrobe it’s like chasing the four four. Watching every bang one step warrior./ Hadn’t heard of yo folks. We all toked. On some shit. Nigga if that’s from the day your a boy and you’re raised to blow or. No time to see the reality to just say no and listen you get a vision of the hoax po’s throw. When they don’t get what they want and want to cut your dick off slow mo. But like I told you I don’t give a shit about you you slow. Fates not for the soul when against. You or me? Who goes first who go’s lo. You hear me. I think you might have me confused you and your Twisted Sister their all wrong for each other. Deep Six! She’s this? No go blow on a sloan and kiss the back of my Romas. You’d never catch me anywhere not even subdural. Hit from the Dodge head on for years pig its versus a Ram. Normal. Fuck this! I don’t make shit up you fucking niggaz for the power. When you aint shit just a man. One man. Like the kids that come out her. Now you mixed in races like flour. You must want flowers. I said god said put the law first it’s in the bible and you flew to the observation tower. Told the devil to follow me for hours.

We can’t be free cause we niggaz So I listen to the devil and dream hollows please lord devour my enemies. I tried to help myself and more things low power. This nightmare is never over told us. Why voices went into the skull killing daughters. Can’t keep it out of my words that go on the recorder. Superpower. Do you tell that to every one you fucking over I’m a soldier. I got the code to the holes their stories of ode. Steal a radar that go on a destroyer and roll over her lord knows. Trafficator. Doing Uee’z to make a weekend in hell for the root Jesus. Thought they would throw me in a cage but waiting till they throw me to the slain. Using the slave trade to hide in plain sight fucking on rotten strippers. Turned to prostitution because it’s on tv. Tell a ho from a tipster. And I was fallen bustn’ the woofers bumping the Drips Curse. From the 90’s to today cop killa’. To go ape. Ain’t much for me in that life still. But they call me back still keep. Calling BLOW! Nigga! We didn’t have nowhere to run but the dark/ going down. To hell. I want out. I fenced the dames from assurance and runned them down. Live with it. Probably catch a’ fare one. And pash’ you on Santa Ana. Fingers in the air folk. Air one. Dare the courts on the grounds I see dead boards.

I admit to facts that you confetti but your girls wouldn’t let me in. And since that’s what I’m made everyday why tell me words I’m with me enslaved unpretty. You’ve just only made a place for me to appropriated. Hated even. Never got enmity for this way and they gates and they waste away what goes against me/ face. What you’ve done you’re not innocent. No matter how you cut the cake. Twirl spaghetti. Or studs in your corsets. You’re owed rap. Go ahead and do more. To add to them Chronicles etiquette. Tea. But the devils present to me. Can’t respect god/ he’s never one in the alike trajectory. It was just that/ told as product/ sold separately. And now that I’m that gate I chose to know/ wet you niggas scared of me. There are more worse threats than pulling convention out west/ hear you’re bandn’ me. That’s good I’d hear your abandoned plea. Much like the man and a man I guess it’s me. But the leaders to our souls in charge of the Holy Spirits’ Son or I don’t know it’s so many words so would you just take one from some I got in the mouth odontoceti. But the hustle I can’t be mad. Like Jonah. It was a part of the gift of gab I had learned from what would now cost me today to get buried in a jetty. Gotta be out now I send you well bid regards to it concetti. A vendetti.

The Antichrist

Title: “Mach Talk”

Intro (whispered):
You talk fast?
Nah.
I talk Mach.

Verse 1:
I go Mach when I talk, better lock that beat,
Every syllable's a weapon and I walk with heat,
Put a thought in the bar, then I launch that fleet,
Every tempo gettin’ shredded when I stomp my feet.

Mind on blaze, I don’t phase, don’t freeze,
Spit like a riddle in a hundred degrees,
Every tick in the rhythm is a trigger release,
And I kick like a myth when I breach the breeze.

Wrote this verse with a pulse like flame,
Can’t catch breath, gotta bend that frame,
Fast like light with a mind untamed,
And I rap like life’s in a timed arcade.

No reset, no brakes, no cheat,
No clone, no ghost, no beat-repeat,
I build from the black where the stars don’t meet,
And I carve new laws with a verbal sweep.


Clash in the zone when I slash through static,
Dash with the tone of a vocal fanatic,
Crash any clone with a flow so erratic,
I max every line like a code schematic.

Talk too slick with a sharp-cut syntax,
Spit too quick, make the booth need Windex,
Leave tracks blue, they confused like index,
Speed unmatched like I'm born from IMAX.

Verse 2 (back-to-back, no pause):
No drag on the tongue, no lag in the message,
Every word crisp like a jet-prop essence,
Talk like this, you distort all presage,
Fast like this, they abort mid-session.

Rhymes in the chamber, brain on burst,
Train with the pain, now I blaze through verse,
Name got flame, you can taste the thirst,
When I break that speed, it's a space-time curse.

Can’t clone pace, can’t trace my ghost,
I toast each beat like I roast with boasts,
Flow so cold that it flash-freeze foes,
And I speak in a mode that the rest won’t know.

Tech built tongue, I don’t fold on pressure,
Spit full speed in a vocal compressor,
Every track’s like a next-gen tester,
When I talk like this, it’s a sonic aggressor.

Outro:
You want fast?
Then talk Mach.
But be ready to bleed syllables.

Mach Talk

Title: “From Nothing”

Verse 1:
Used to dream just to eat, now I fast for peace,
Wrote raps in a jacket with a draft beneath.
Now I’m up, but the glow don’t last, it fleets,
All the things I chased don’t scratch that grief.

I was broke but free, now I’m paid, still cold,
Got heat in my hands, but my chest stay old.
Used to wish on stars, now I dodge that gold,
They all smile wide, but their souls been sold.

I came from the corner with a busted phone,
Now I sit in silence in a custom zone.
Still hear my past in the undertone,
Still rap fast like I’m crushed in stone.

They don’t see that climb, just the end result,
Just the gear, the views, the consults.
But I came from a room with a rent revolt,
Now my verses breathe where the tempests bolt.

Hook:
I came from nothin’,
Now I speak like the sky split somethin’.
Still feel pain in the steps I’m runnin’,
Still outrun what they said I’d become in.
Yeah — I came from nothin’,
And that silence made me function.
Now I move with a pulse so gunnin’,
That the stars can’t blink when I summon.

Verse 2:
I ain’t never been the one for the flash or trends,
Still wear scars like they fashion pins.
Wrote my truth while they cashed in grins,
Now I speed through the beat like a crash in wind.

Got ghosts in my notes that I never erased,
Whole life in bars that I barely faced.
They see views, I see time I waste,
But I flip that guilt like a turbo base.

Never wanted fame — just to speak, get heard,
Make a life outta pain, not a lie rehearsed.
Told stories from a chair with a spine that hurt,
Now the booth go red when I rhyme this verse.

And I still write nights like the sun don’t rise,
Still ride beats with a lung full of knives.
Still too fast for the world’s disguise,
Still the same one, just with wider skies.

Hook:
I came from nothin’,
Now I speak like the sky split somethin’.
Still feel pain in the steps I’m runnin’,
Still outrun what they said I’d become in.
Yeah — I came from nothin’,
And that silence made me function.
Now I move with a pulse so gunnin’,
That the stars can’t blink when I summon.

I came from nothing

MultiMedium Music Production 👉🏻✨

Not AI 
Not  all natural Human 

We're a convergence between two worlds to bring you something saucy 

Bard, storyteller, song maker, star walker and author of books on the sacred mysteries.

All my socials: https://hyperfollow.com/anniedieuleveut

Who said the SoundCloud era had to be dead?

Hooks for heart and sole. 

I use Udio to create my own songs. Udio is capable of producing a vast array of musical styles, but I only create songs that I personally enjoy. The lyrics are either fully written by me, or co-written by me with some additional help from AI services (not Udio), after I’ve carefully defined what the song should be about, and written my own original lines for it. I strive to write as much as possible of the lyrics myself. In the description of each song you’ll find the lyrics, as well as information about whether the lyrics were fully written by me, or co-written with the help of AI.

Mad Domz | Fast flows. Lo-fi vibes. Space-age energy. 🛸
From deep rap cuts to nostalgic beats, I'm here to bend time, bars, and bass. Tune in, because the journey’s weird, wild, and way too good to skip. 🎧✨

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My name is Wildly, Lu. Wildly…
Aesthete, songwriter & modest guitarist since I'm 14. My musical projects came from a self-taught nomadic practice as a dilettante of the classical guitar well known as latin guitar. 

*Un artiste in-philtré transporté par une certaine Dipso-Mélomania de haute voltige, modeste guitariste, acquabonista et surtout lobe-trotter des 5 continents et des mille et une îles et atolls de l’atmosphère. D’un doigt écartant la corolle, ses performances d'upper ground survival pop-folk wild urban music désaltèrent les denses flores, qui l’eau à la bouche, enfin goûtent au climaxsynchronisé !!!!!*

@LuCreAttivu℠©️℗®️™️
*On-Air-Craft-Music-Concept*

I live a lie and lie where I lie where it is where a lie is what it do when you lie and then when you lie you only have a lie left to tell so that the lie you told maybe lie or that lie finish...

on sum real shit i just try and make songs i like

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