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Cold streets, no peace.
"Slide Wid Me" is that raw UK Drill energy straight from the pavement — no filters, no fake flexin'. Hard 808s, dark piano lines, and straight-cut bars for the ones who move silent but hit loud.

This ain’t a vibe — it’s a warning.
Press play & slide proper.

🔥 Written by: Lil Melancholy
🎚️ Produced by: za zetsy
🎧 BPM: 144 | Key: D Minor
📍 Drill from the shadows — London meets real life.

#UKDrill #SlideWidMe #NewDrill #DarkRap #SoundCloudRap #CentralCeeVibes #StreetHeat #144BPM #NoCapRap

slide wid me

Big Mad

City hummin’, low light buzzin’
Countin’ my breath, no need for rushin’
One… two… slow like truth
Inhale deep just to find that proof

Hold it in, let the storm pass
Exhale ghosts from a broken past
Release tight thoughts, I let ‘em slide
Repeat that cycle, I stay aligned

Between them beats, I find a room
Silence hittin’ like a bassline bloom
Where I can stay, where I ain't fake
Where I can breathe, no mask to make

Gimme breathin' space, between the days
Gimme breathin' space, where the static fade
I ain’t runnin’, I’m unfoldin’
Breath by breath, I stay golden

I slow my heart to meet the night
Not scared of dark, I ride the light
I slow my thoughts like I coast the bay
Let the mind drift where it wanna play

Gimme time, gimme rhythm, gimme peace
Gimme quiet that don’t need to speak
Hold my name, don’t let it break
I’m still me when the world’s opaque

I ain’t scared, I just move deep
With the silence that the loud don’t keep
Still breathin’, still here, still free
Just need space so I can be me

Gimme breathin' space, between the days
Gimme breathin' space, where the static fade
I ain’t runnin’, I’m unfoldin’
Breath by breath, I stay golden

Headphones in, whole world blurred
No more noise, just inner words
Sky stay gray but I glow in calm
Pulse on beat, mind in palm

Air on skin, truth on deck
Still that kid tryna self-correct
Pace my steps, no need to race
I find myself when I claim that space

Gimme breathin' space, between the days
Gimme breathin' space, where the static fade
I ain’t runnin’, I’m unfoldin’
Breath by breath, I stay golden

Stay
Stay
Stay
Let it play

Gimme breathin' space (Bay Area Rap reload)

Uh…
Black bag season…
Don’t run…
Yeah.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

Clock strike twelve, hallway froze,
Hands too rough, mask don’t show.
Steps move quick, no time to pack,
Eyes go blind when the sack go black.

Silence thick, heartbeat loud,
Footsteps echo, none in the crowd.
Concrete smell, floor too damp,
This ain’t home, this a cold-lit camp.

Tape run slow, voices hush,
“Talk right now or your lungs get crushed.”
Every breath drag, rope go tight,
One wrong word, you lose that fight.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

No windows here, no door, no flag,
Just heavy breath and the weight of the bag.
No mercy there, no light, no track,
No names spoken, no soul come back.

Shadows creep when the streetlights fade,
Sirens hum but the plan been laid.
Metallic taste, blood on tongue,
Time feel stretched when the night’s this young.

Every step deeper, fate been signed,
Once you inside, leave hope behind.
Black bag tight, silence speak,
This drill code written for the weak.

Hands up high, but it don’t mean save,
Dark so thick like a midnight grave.
Move too quick, get erased off map,
Once bag close, ain’t no gap.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

Black bag…
No return…
No escape…
Learn.

You in the black bag (Drill NY Rap Reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

 SUPA TRAV is an entrepreneur, with skills from being a Master Barber, Emcee, Music/ Film producer, Television/Radio host, Photographer, and Writer.  A real "Renaissance Man".  SUPA Trav started his record label and studio "BeatKuttaz" in May of 2010.  He has worked with many indie artist that range from singers, rappers, comedians, poets, and dancers.  In 2008, he was featured in the Elementz of Life magazine.  A 3 page story about his life from being homeless to becoming an entrepreneur.  April 2012 on his Birthday he was featured on the front page of the Fayetteville Observer "A Strange Mix", a story about him transforming his office and breakroom at the barber shop into a functional recording studio.  SUPA TRAV has produced 8 cds from 1999 to the present date that are distributed by CDBABY.  The most recent cd is entitled “BrainStorm” which features, SUPA TRAV and G Child it will be available world wide October 15th.  To see videos and hear music by SUPA TRAV, check out facebook/BeatKuttaz

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