Come and take a midnight ride captain Sci-fli got you seeing tie-dye patterns in your mind’s eye
My style nice got you contemplating life 
Might create a space time rift when I spark my spliff 
Drifting in a thick cloud of that mystical mist
Plus my chakras stay aligned like Solar eclipse 
In the field taking trips like jimi Hendrix 
Might stick a microchip in your cerebral cortex 
I leave you stuck inside my vortex 
Crawl inside ya head like cordyceps 
Launching warheads at your fortress
Thoughts baring fruit like a orchard you ain’t important 
All my buds be imported 
Best proceed with caution 
I take your family fortune and spend it all 
cop a couple whips and diamonds grills like I’m Paul wall
I’m breaking through the fourth wall into ya livin room
Dwell beneath the glow of the moon 
Feel like I’m locked in a zoo 
Fuck ya crew I do this ting on my own son 
Bullet time dive in slow motion got ya dome exploding 
smoking potent with the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe 
Supernatural flows coming at you through the stereo 
I bump burial gone off the spirit molecule 
Talking to animals call me Doctor Do Little 
Student of the dark arts like Tom Riddle 
I hit you with a missile 
Flows official sacrifice you at my ritual site 
I creep alone through the night
Spit like a scorpion strikes 
I grip the sword n ride a horse like a knight 
You're kinda boring like a portion of rice 
I’ll stick my fork in your mind and I’ll take a bite...

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STRANGE FOLK

WARCRY is a raw, cinematic trap anthem laced with the brutal weight of depression, abandonment, and inner war. Driven by distorted 808s, ambient gospel textures, and a slow-burning rise, the beat crawls like thunder through a post-apocalyptic dream. The verses bleed pain with poetic clarity — confessions from a soul torn open by betrayal, wrestling demons in silence.

WarCry

“Paper Crown Kingdom” speaks to the heartbreak of growing up in a world that hands you dreams already set to burn. It's a reflective and soul-baring tune about discovering that the crowns we were promised—whether through school, church, or the streets—were made of paper, not purpose. The character spits with quiet defiance, recalling how illusions of power, fame, and success were handed out like salvation, only to fold when the storms came. With smooth G-funk chords laced under a Brummie rap flow, this track is a message to anyone who's ever realised that the systems they trusted were hollow. It’s not just a song—it’s a funeral for false thrones.

Track 2 - Paper Crown Kingdom

Welcome to the shadows of the spotlight. “Dat Velvett Venom” is Big Splity’s slickest drop yet part smooth-talking temptation, part midnight confession. It’s where danger dances with desire, and every bar hits like a whispered secret in a stranger’s bed. This ain’t love, it’s chemistry on fire. For the bold, the broken, and the beautifully untamed sip slow, this venom’s laced with silk.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Skrrrrrrrrr!
Yeaaaah ayo’!
Yeah yeah..
Yeah…
It’s that midnight smooth…
Splity on the vibe…
Let’s go…

[Verse 1]

She walk in the room like she own the whole block,
Lips like liquor, attitude sharp like a loaded glock.
Silk in her sway, yeah she cut from a beautiful dream,
Curve game deadly, make a rich man scream.

No names, no games, we both know the rules,
We don’t chase hearts, we just bend the tools.
Leather on her hips, heat in her glance,
Make the devil say grace when she starts to dance.

[Chorus]
Eyes like velvet, lips that tease,
She the calm in my storm, the burn in my breeze.
Slide through my mind, slow-motion dream,
Got me fiendin’ like a poet caught in her cream.

She don’t chase love, nah she lets it chase her,
I’m just a verse in the song she prefers.
So I play it smooth, no need to pretend,
If this a game, baby, don’t let it end.

We don’t do small talk, nah we flirt with danger,
She got that vibe turn a king to a stranger.
One night, one spark, let’s dance in the flame,
She don’t even say it still she know’s my name.

[Verse 2]
Talk slick, move slick, we don’t kiss and tell,
Bedroom opera, bodies in spell.
Gold chain swingin’, she love my sin,
She say, “Baby, lose the world, let’s begin.”

She’s the mirror to my madness, flame to my ice,
Breakin’ all laws, but damn she precise.
Drippin’ finesse, wrapped in a sin,
Even angels whisper when she lets me in.

[Bridge 1]
Nah, she don’t beg, she don’t plead,
She just plant the seed and watches me bleed.
She got that hush in her tone,
But I hear it loud when we’re all alone.

[Verse 3]
Late night confessions in the back of my whip,
City lights drown while we slide and dip.
She tastes like secrets, smooth like crime,
Every breath she steals, I lose track of time.

No need for crowns, she reign with a stare,
Got every room hot just by flipping her hair.
I’m caught in her trance, lost in her glow,
Wherever she go, best believe I’ll always follow.

[Bridge 2]
She don’t need a stage, just the heat of the night,
No scripts, no filter, just raw delight.
We write whole novels in the space between,
She sings in verses I ain’t even seen.

[Chorus ]
Eyes like velvet, lips that tease,
She the calm in my storm, the burn in my breeze.
Slide through my mind, like a slow-motion dream,
Got me fiendin’ like a poet caught in her cream.

She don’t chase love, nah she lets it chase her,
I’m just a verse in the song she prefers.
So I play it smooth, no need to pretend,
If this a game, baby, don’t let it end.

We don’t do small talk, nah we flirt with danger,
She got that vibe turn a king to a stranger.
One night, one spark, let’s dance in the flame,
She don’t even say it—still know my name…

[Outro]
Go on… say my name…
Say my name…
Skrrrrrr… yeah…
My name is…
(She already know.)


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Dat Velvett Venom (Official)

Prendo… Pero No Me Pierdo” no es una apología.
Es una confesión envuelta en humo, calle y reflejo.
En un mundo que juzga sin saber lo que duele,
prender a veces es lo único que queda para no apagarse.
Pero no todo es fuga: también se prende en coraje, en amor propio, en memoria.
Este tema es para los que siguen aquí… aunque no siempre sobrios, nunca perdidos.

— KingKarlo

Prendo… Pero No Me Pierdo" ain’t no apology.
It’s a confession—wrapped in smoke, concrete, and what’s left of reflection.
In a world quick to judge but never felt the pain,
sometimes lighting up is the only way not to burn out.
But it ain’t always an escape—sometimes it’s how we spark courage, self-worth, and memory.
This one’s for the ones still standing… maybe not always sober, but never lost.

#RealOnesOnly #SmokeAndSurvival #NeverLost

Tirame aqui 👇 Get at me

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Preno...Pero No Me Pierdo

Prendo...Pero No Me Pierdo

Oooh Child blends gritty rap verses with smooth, soulful RnB melodies, telling the story of a troubled soul navigating chaos with faith and resilience. The rapper lays bare the harsh realities of street life while affirming loyalty to a higher path, backed by the warmth of a comforting vocal duet. It’s a raw yet uplifting journey that mixes inner conflict, divine guidance, and emotional support into one heartfelt anthem of survival and grace.

Lyrics: 
Oooh Child 
(Intro):
Uhhh
Freeeze up
Another Monstera production 
Yeah

(Rapper): 
This beat came from my head and now I’m truly dead
Headliner activity watch the the news spread 
Said he did in order to get street cred
Hey  I’m cool in my zone child enuff said 
Do I really have to to please you
Now leave me alone it’s not issue 
I know some these cats who use the pistol
Live by die by this right here is true
So I roll with the Lord it’s just what I do
Angels and godly people within my crew 
For your information 
This is my situation 
I Do lose concentration 
In every situation 

(Singer’s bride):  
I do truly understand you
Crazy places that you been to
By your side I’m taking you through 
Just relax and it will  be cool




(Singer):
Oooooh child
Ooohh child
Stay focused on your job
Heaven bless your trials
Watching you for awhile 
Love your ways and style 

Oooooh child
Ooohh child

oooh child

🔍 1. Central Theme: The Paradox of Power and Poverty
The song presents an intense desire for wealth ("Gotta make money…") not merely as a material pursuit, but as a survival mechanism and psychological balm. Money becomes:

A symbol of self-repair ("reverse-engineered from a gangster to a kitty")

A defensive shield against humiliation, betrayal, and powerlessness

A voice, especially when the world ignores you (“can’t hear what you sayin’”)

This echoes a Nietzschean will to power—not domination for its own sake, but a necessary assertion of agency in a chaotic, indifferent world.

🌀 2. Lucidity vs. Madness: Conscious Delusion
The bridge ("Actin’ stupid, blamin’ Cupid, but the mind’s still lucid") explores the duality between emotional impulse and rational awareness. It suggests:

An intentional embrace of chaos or irrationality (stoic absurdism)

A Camus-style revolt—living with absurdity but refusing to be consumed by it

The persona is self-aware, but chooses roleplay (“blamin’ Cupid”) as both critique and coping mechanism

💰 3. Money as Existential Justification
Throughout the track, money is not just currency, but ontological validation—a reason to exist in a hostile world. It reflects:

A post-capitalist identity trap—existence is only legitimized by accumulation

The corruption of spiritual hunger into consumer obsession ("sweeten the honey", "movies made by Landy")

A tragic recognition that value is outsourced, not internal

The hook’s repetition reinforces how obsession numbs communication, isolating the self in a feedback loop of ambition.

🔄 4. Rhythmic Rhetoric and Tongue-Twisters: Fragmented Reality
The tongue-twister verse functions as a metaphor for the mental disorientation of survival:

Rapid rhymes = fragmented memory, impulse, surveillance-state paranoia

Wordplay mimics the chaos of modern urban existence

The syntax mirrors Zeno’s paradox: endless motion, but no final arrival

It’s a performance of philosophical confusion masked as bravado.

⚖️ 5. Death as the Final Judge
The outro ("next stop: hearse for the body") implies that no matter the hustle, the end is equalizing:

Hints at memento mori—remember death, even in pursuit of glory

Presents a cyclical nihilism: grind → violence → death

Possibly critiques the gangsta myth by showing its inevitable conclusion

It confronts the Sisyphusian loop of the hustler: always grinding, never arriving.

✒️ Conclusion: A Lyrical Existentialism
"Mode Gangsta (MG)" is not just a trap anthem; it's an existential protest song, disguised in bravado. It blends:

Rhetoric of dominance with a subtext of despair

Hypermasculine identity with philosophical lucidity

The aesthetics of wealth with the poverty of meaning

In short, it’s a meditation on how to be seen when the world only sees money.

Mode Gangsta

🔥 New Track Out Now! 🔥  
Title: [Shadows Don’t Sleep]  
Produced by: [Music RooM]  

This track is a blend of real bars, raw emotion, and authentic rap vibes.  
If you're into real hip hop, storytelling, or trap beats – this one's for you.  

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Shadows Don’t Sleep

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"Da Cedi" is a catchy retro German Schlager song with a modern twist and authentic Viennese flair. It tells the story of a laid-back local character: clever, golden-hearted, and always rolling through Vienna on his bike with a spliff in hand.

Sung in genuine Viennese dialect, the lyrics paint a warm and humorous portrait of everyday life — from finishing high school to working at a bike shop, ruling the table tennis court, and watching tennis on TV like it’s a sacred ritual. Cedi is a quiet, sometimes quirky, small-town philosopher. But if you know him, you get him — his laugh is contagious, and his glance says more than words ever could.

Blending humor, heart, and a dose of nostalgia, Da Cedi channels the charm of classic '70s Schlager while celebrating the offbeat, lovable characters you only find in Vienna.

YouTube: https://youtu.be/9WWx2cJJ8eY

Lyrics [Translated into English]:

[Intro]
Yo, that’s Cedi – come on, listen up.

[Verse 1]
He was born in Vienna,
Half French, but a true Viennese boy.
With a wit that always lingers,
Always out and about on the streets.

[Chorus]
That’s Cedi, that’s Cedi – a little philosopher,
With a bike and a joint in his hand.
That’s Cedi, that’s Cedi – doesn’t talk much, but he’s good,
A heart of gold and a mind like a diamond.

[Verse 2]
He’s got his diploma, but now works
At the bike station – but that’s just fine.
Plays table tennis like a king,
And when tennis is on TV, he watches with full focus.

[Chorus]
That’s Cedi, that’s Cedi – a little philosopher,
With a bike and a joint in his hand.
That’s Cedi, that’s Cedi – doesn’t talk much, but he’s good,
A heart of gold and a mind like a diamond.

[Bridge]
Sometimes overthinks, a bit autistic,
But if you know him, you understand him right away.
His laugh is contagious,
And his look says more than words ever could.

[Chorus]
That’s Cedi, that’s Cedi – a little philosopher,
With a bike and a joint in his hand.
That’s Cedi, that’s Cedi – doesn’t talk much, but he’s good,
A heart of gold and a mind like a diamond.

[Outro]
That’s Cedi, that’s Cedi – our boy from Vienna,
With stories only he could ever tell.

Da Cedi | Viennese Street Philosopher

Broh, this one’s a deep dive into the dark, gritty underworld where loyalty is a commodity and survival is everything. Stash Spot hits with a cold, calculated vibe—money in the walls, bodies in the floor, and the constant tension of the game that never pauses. The Glock stays close, the pain’s on repeat, and every step feels like it could be the last. It’s a life marked by loss, betrayal, and the cold truth that in this world, you either keep moving or you get buried with the rest.

Stash Spot

Broh, step into the shadows of New Orleans where silence is louder than the sirens and trust is as fleeting as the mist. 9th Ward Whispers tells the story of a world where power’s in the hands of the cold-hearted, and every corner has a price. The city’s pulse beats through the trap, the blade, and the gun, while cash flows in the darkness. It's a game of survival, loyalty, and calculated moves. One wrong step, and you're buried in the streets—forgotten, just like the rest.

9th Ward Whispers

Broh, it’s a track built on the weight of secrets and survival. With ashes in the trunk and a cold heart on the line, this is street life where every move counts. The past is buried deep, but the ghosts of mistakes still linger in the rearview. Every decision is a risk, and every choice might be the last. A hard-hitting anthem for those living on the edge, grinding in the shadows, and carrying the weight of their past on their back. Welcome to the hustle, broh.

Ashes in The Trunk

"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

YYMG (Ya’ Yo Miziki Global) is a pioneering international record label dedicated to producing and releasing premium, boundary-pushing music for the global stage. Specializing in world music and genre fusion, from Afrotrap and Afrofusion to Samba, Dancehall, and unexpected experimental blends, YYMG brings a bold, innovative sound that resonates across cultures and continents.

At our core, we believe in the transformative power of music. Through high-quality production and genre-defying artistry, we aim to elevate listening experiences, stimulate cultural curiosity, and contribute to the mental and emotional growth of our audience.

Whether we’re developing emerging voices or collaborating with global talents, our mission is clear:

> To craft timeless music that challenges borders and sets new standards for creativity and sonic excellence.



YYMG music is globally distributed and available on all major digital streaming platforms, including:

🎧 Spotify, Apple Music, iTunes, YouTube Music, Amazon Music, Tidal, Deezer, Boomplay, Pandora, iHeartRadio, Saavn, Tencent Music, NetEase, ClaroMusica, Yandex Music (beta), Triller (beta), MediaNet, Twitch Soundtrack, and more.

Socially engaged and digitally active, you can also connect with YYMG via: 

📱 Instagram, Facebook, TikTok, Resso, and YouTube


HexLab is a UK-based music collective pushing boundaries through genre-fluid, emotionally charged sound. Blending elements of rap, trap, R&B, pop, and electronic music, HexLab creates tracks that are both bold and deeply personal.

With a focus on storytelling, atmosphere, and powerful production, every release is crafted to resonate — whether it’s a cinematic ballad, a gritty street record, or a high-energy anthem.

HexLab stands for meaning over metrics. Music with impact. No formulas. No compromise. Just pure expression.

DJ, Producer, Songwriter
FunklyLab Main Creative Director & Music Architect
3 2 Get Funky cambió el juego 👑. I drew the blueprint ✏️. Pay before you bite 💸 — or get bitten trying 🐍.

Born in the Northern Territory but raised on the streets of Kwinana, Western Australia, I learned early on that hustle was the way forward. I always said, “born in NT, raised on the Kwinnny streets,” because that’s exactly how it felt—like I had to make my own way.
Ever since my teens, I was hustling. It started small—swiping my mum’s smokes and selling them at school. Then came the dexies. I was supposed to hand them over to the nurse, but when my mate offered me 50 bucks cash, I saw the game for what it was. That was the beginning.
School wasn’t my thing, but I found my own way through. At 14, I got work experience because I wouldn’t turn up to class. That’s where I took off in IT—learning how to play with sounds, create animations, design websites, and do some programming. I loved it, but there was no thrill, no excitement. So I pushed forward, got my Year 11, my Certs 1–4 in IT, a diploma, and my Certs 1–4 in business. By 18, I had it all—my diploma, my certificates, my Year 12. I moved into my mate’s dad’s house, renting a room, looking for independence before I was even legally an adult.
Then came the hard reality—my father had taken his own life, and I had to face that. But instead of breaking, I found my way around. I don’t know what it was, but someone upstairs had my back. Even in my darkest moments, I found solid people, real ones, right when I needed them. The universe works in mysterious ways.
Before my 19th birthday, I quit my job. I had all the paperwork, the qualifications—but none of it meant anything without something bigger. I told my boss straight up, “I’m gonna be a kingpin.” He couldn’t believe it, but he never turned his back on me. Stephen Retzlaff—a genius with computers, a man who saw potential in me even when I was heading down a wild road. He never condoned my antics, but he always supported me, helped me better myself. And every time, I’d take off, find new challenges, and overcome them. He was stunned at the determination I had, but I never quit to be nothing—I quit to build somethin I ran with four of Perth’s biggest dynasties. I made my name in the underground. I never snitched, never gave a statement—loyalty was my code, and I never broke it.
Plastering, drilling—it all led me to Kalgoorlie. I went there as a driller and came back with knowledge, connections, bigger than I ever imagined. Kal became a funnel, an opportunity, a place where demand was high, and once again, luck was on my side. A mate from the bush introduced me to the right people, and things moved forward.
At 21, I left for Kal. At 23, I came back to Perth, ran into an old mate from jail, and that led me into a powerful family. I won’t name names, but I was there for years, watching, learning. In that time, I met famous people, legends, movers, and shakers. I saw the game for what it really was. People are treacherous, but I made sure those around me didn’t fall victim to it. And I made damn sure I stuck to my code.
At 27, I got four years for trafficking meth. Another three years locked up, bouncing between jails. In Hakea, near the end of my sentence, I connected with someone who opened doors I never expected. For the next seven years, I was moving in silence, a quiet achiever.
By 39, I retired. The game had declared me a trafficker—meth, molly, weed—I had perfected the trade, learned every lesson, played every angle. But I saw how pointless it all was. I survived the fast lane, met incredible people, and came out the other side with wisdom that few ever get to learn.
Now, it’s all about music. I’ve stored years’ worth of poetry, lessons written in rhyme, experiences put into scripture. iPhones gave me a new way to craft beats, refine my sound, and start something real. I’m investing in my record label, pushing my music, putting my message out there. Not for fame, not for fortune—but to give back to the people who deserve it. To leave a legacy
Because at the end of the day, I lived my life at full speed, survived it, and now I want to build something that lasts. I still want to have kids, I still want something real—and the next chapter is about making that happen.

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UK-BASED UNDERGROUND HIP HOP MAESTRO & BEAT WIZARD. UNLEASHING MYSTICAL VIBES & MIND-BENDING RHYMES.

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🎧 Rap | Pop | Hip-Hop
Just a kid with a mic and a vision.
Original tracks, real vibes, and raw emotions.
Follow for English rap, catchy pop, and heavy-hitting hip-hop drops.
New music every week – stay tuned.

J.F.T. (Jah-Femi Telewa) is a Multi-Award winning author and Multi-Award winning composer. Like his books his music is a blend of many genres, but draws a lot of inspiration from fantasy. He intends to compose a soundtrack for every book he writes...

(☝️God,☝️💜)

https://jahfemitelewa.com

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Welcome to G-01 Productions — where rhythm meets reflection and lyrics carry light.

I create original songs and rap poetry about real life, spiritual truth, inner battles, and the divine spark we all carry. My beats are made using AI-generated production, which saves money and lets me create at a much faster pace — no waiting on a producer, just pure, raw expression.

This channel is about more than music — it’s a journey. A way to turn pain into poetry, wisdom into wordplay, and chaos into clarity. From UK drill to soulful R&B, I use sound to tell stories that wake the soul, call out the system, and celebrate the unseen.

🎤 Genres: Hip-Hop, Drill, R&B, Soul, Spoken Word
🎶 All lyrics written by me | All beats created with AI
🧠 Themes: Awakening, Zion, Elohim, Truth vs. Illusion
📍 Global sound – From Birmingham to Lagos to New York

If you're looking for music that means something — you're in the right place.
Subscribe. Share. Tap in.
Truth is rising… and this is the sound of its return.
— G-01

**Tracktoria** 🎧 | Human Creativity × AI Tools 🌌

Welcome to Tracktoria’s SoundCloud—where original ideas and handcrafted lyrics by me meet cutting-edge AI production. Dive into a global journey of genre-blending tracks that start with my vision and come to life through intelligent sound design.

🚀 **New releases every week**  
🔊 **Styles include**: Country • Folk • Pop • Experimental • Mashups  
✍️ **Concept & Lyrics**: crafted by a human mind
🤖 **Production & Arrangement**: AI-assisted for limitless creativity

✨ **Here’s what you’ll find:**  
- Fresh, idea-driven compositions powered by AI tools   

🔗 **Stay connected:**   
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