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“The Flames” is pure ignition—an explosive collision of electronic chaos, techno aggression, and hardstyle intensity, supercharged by the spirit of Midwest chopper rap. From the first second, it surges forward with no restraint: distorted synth stabs twist like fire whips, basslines rupture the floor, and percussive hits land like sparks from a live wire.

Built for high velocity and max adrenaline, the beat rides on layers of euphoric synth leads that feel both uplifting and unstable, while rapid-fire vocal chops and glitch hits create a rhythmic storm that mirrors the breathless pace of chopper-style delivery. It’s relentless, cinematic, and just a little unhinged—like watching a tower of speakers catch fire in slow motion while someone raps at 200 BPM through the smoke.

“The Flames” isn’t a song—it’s a detonation. A blaze of neon sound for those who don’t just move to the beat—they chase it at full speed.

Mad Domz - The flames

Title: “Sharp Like That”

Verse 1:
I get to steppin’ in the second that they mention the direction,
Never restin’ — I’m obsessin’, every session is a weapon,
Got precision in my vision like a prism in recession,
I be flippin’ every rhythm like a lesson in aggression.

No confession, I’m a blessing when I’m pressin’ through the static,
Every pattern automatic, I’m emphatic and erratic,
Like a mathematic addict, turn a beat into a graphic,
When I’m rappin’, it’s volcanic — every syllable’s traumatic.

I don’t stutter, never fumble when I’m runnin’ through the thunder,
Let the hunger in my chest bring the storm down under,
Every bar I drop clean, no filler, no blunder,
Make a beat break down like it cracked from the pressure.

Short pause for breath

I don’t miss — when I aim, I strike,
Flow cut cold like a laser light,
Mind so sharp I could shave the night,
Twist that beat ‘til the flames ignite.

Chorus (half-time feel):
Sharp like that — when I talk, I slice,
Every word I spit precise like dice.
Fast like that — no brake, no price,
One breath deep, then I burn through twice.
Sharp like that — on beat, I bite,
Grind so clean, make the dark feel bright.
Fast like that — no fear, no flight,
Welcome to the edge of the mic — hold tight.

Verse 2:
I’ve been locked in, focused, aimin’ with a motive,
Every vocal coded, loaded, broken down and quoted,
Got a rhythm in the system like a piston overloaded,
I explode it when I own it, make the meter feel eroded.

Ain’t no trick in the flick of the tongue I spit,
Syllables tick like a weapon when I split that script,
Quick with the hit when I twist that grip,
Faster than a phantom in a pitch-black crypt.

Microchip in the flow, high-tech with the cadence,
Rap like a Tesla, shockin’ all agents,
Never been basic, style outrageous,
I run tracks like Olympic stages.

Flip that beat like a blade through butter,
No hold back, I don’t stutter,
Style too slick, I don't need clutter,
Fast like rain when the skies get guttered.

Chorus:
Sharp like that — when I talk, I slice,
Every word I spit precise like dice.
Fast like that — no brake, no price,
One breath deep, then I burn through twice.
Sharp like that — on beat, I bite,
Grind so clean, make the dark feel bright.
Fast like that — no fear, no flight,
Welcome to the edge of the mic — hold tight.

Sharp

Verse 1:
Mind in motion, I’m coastin’, ghostin’ through the static,
Automatic with the focus, I’m ferocious, cinematic,
Every pattern that I shatter got 'em frozen, problematic,
I’m a phantom in the lab, turn the logic to dramatic.

Eyes locked in like a hawk when I scope,
Never slow when I go, no hope, no rope,
I be dippin' through the system like a fiber-optic ghost,
They be slippin' when I rip it, leave a hole in their post.

Too quick with it, who slick with it?
Brain move like a cruise ship flipped in a blizzard.
I don’t blink — got a glitch in the rhythm,
When I spit, time shift, they glitch in the system.

Quick breath — flow resets, but no drop in pressure

I ain’t on the map, I’m above that grid,
Off-world grind with a custom grid,
Foot on necks, they can’t get rid,
Of the one they chase, but never outdid.

Chorus:
Can’t catch me — I’m gone like flash,
Burn so bright, leave a permanent gash.
Talk so slick, make the seconds crash,
One breath deep and I’m gone in a dash.
Can’t catch me — no line, no trace,
Beat get shredded when I’m in the place.
Mind too fast, not built for the race,
I’m the ghost they chase — never showin’ my face.

Verse 2:
Wired up different, I pivot in code,
When I go full mode, I reload, explode,
Mind like a weapon I forged on the road,
Got a tongue like a torch when I’m speakin’ in code.

Every verse a detonation, mental detour,
Got a grip on the script like a jet at war,
They be tryna decode, I’m ten steps more,
Blueprints drawn from a dream offshore.

I don’t wait, I don’t stall,
Talk that talk when I walk through walls,
Write my name on the edge of the fall,
Then I vanish in smoke with no trail at all.

Flow climbs again — last four hit harder

Velocity infinite, mind-state militant,
Pushin’ past limits with syllables vigilant,
Never been timid, I’m wicked and diligent,
Every word spun like a blade — deliberate.

Chorus:
Can’t catch me — I’m gone like flash,
Burn so bright, leave a permanent gash.
Talk so slick, make the seconds crash,
One breath deep and I’m gone in a dash.
Can’t catch me — no line, no trace,
Beat get shredded when I’m in the place.
Mind too fast, not built for the race,
I’m the ghost they chase — never showin’ my face.

Flash

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

trojan horse type beat

Mad Domz comes strapped with lyrical dynamite in “Drop a Bomb.” A relentless chant of the hook sets the stage for raw, unfiltered verses that dig into ambition, resilience, and the grind it takes to truly blow up.

Over pounding beats, Domz spits about failing, fighting, and rising again — all delivered with machine-gun precision and gritty authenticity. This isn’t just a flex track; it’s a manifesto for underdogs refusing to quit.

Each bar hits like shrapnel, with references ranging from rap idols to world tensions, blending swagger with real-life scars. Whether he’s calling out fake hustlers or owning his past mistakes, Mad Domz makes one thing clear: he’s here to drop bombs — and he will not give up.

Drop a Bomb

"I Would Never Go Back" is a raw, introspective anthem about resilience, growth, and staying true to yourself. Through honest storytelling and sharp rhymes, the track reflects on a lonely start — writing raps in a world that didn’t understand — and the long path of setbacks, isolation, and silent grind that followed. But with time, pain became purpose, and doubts turned into fuel.

With a steady, thoughtful flow and a hook that hits like a mantra, the song isn't about regret — it's a declaration. A clear line is drawn between the past and the present, not out of bitterness, but from self-respect. No masks, no rewinds. Just the truth, and the strength that came from living it.

A message for anyone who’s ever felt alone chasing their dream:
Even if you could — you wouldn’t go back.

I would never go back

"Note to Self" is a raw and reflective anthem for the soul—an audio journal for those navigating storms, setbacks, and spiritual warfare. Opening with a candid confession of battling darkness, this track speaks life into the weary, reminding us to never fold even when the world turns cold. From mirror talk to war-torn minds, the lyrics are a reminder to stay grounded, prayed up, and driven by purpose. A melodic blend of grit, grace, and vulnerability, Note to Self is more than a song — it’s a message to your future self: you’ve already made it this far, so keep going.

Note to Self

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Artist, Producer
22 yo

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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