“Street Lights” by Prince Oye 2.0 is a late-night hip-hop anthem filled with raw energy, city vibes, and street-smart flows. With heavy beats and powerful delivery, this track captures the grind and glow of life under the lights.

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Street Lights (Hip Hop 2025)

Never Fade

UILKER - Never Fade

My Dreams

"Billet Vert" — un son trap brut et ambitieux, où l’argent, la réussite et la rage de vaincre se mélangent dans une ambiance sombre et déterminée. Flow froid, punchlines acérées, production lourde : un hymne pour ceux qui veulent tout prendre. 💸🔥

BILLETS_VERTS

"HUSHPUPPI" — un son trap luxueux et audacieux. Références au succès, à l’argent et au pouvoir, sur une prod glaciale et élégante. Le morceau respire la confiance, le goût du risque et la détermination à briller, peu importe le prix. 💰✨💼

HUSHPUPPI

This intense hip hop/trap cue features dark, moody synth melodies, punchy snare rolls, a driving beat, and bold brass stabs. Perfect for dramatic reality TV, action scenes, or high-stakes moments, it delivers tension, energy, and cinematic impact.

Run Ya Mouth

“BITCH! (A SURVIVAL MODE)” is an anthem forged in darkness, built on the grit of someone who learned early that survival isn’t a personality trait—it’s a lifeline. The song opens with a warning, declaring that the title isn’t an insult but a mindset sharpened by hardship. The first verse digs into a childhood shaped by absence, violence, and constant instability. Sirens double as lullabies, dreams get clipped before they grow, and trust breaks as easily as bones. Yet through each blow, the narrator discovers a fierce resolve, turning pain into power and dead ends into momentum. The world may swing first, but the survivor learns to swing harder.

As the chorus hits, the track expands from personal testimony to a declaration of identity: “Bitch is a survival mode.” Scars become barcodes carrying every story of endurance, and resilience becomes a language spoken through grit, rhythm, and refusal to fold. The second verse sharpens that defiance, exposing how vulnerability often scares away the unprepared. Love can’t fix someone built from storms; only movement and loyalty matter. Every loss becomes tuition, every fear reshaped into ammunition. The narrator doesn’t chase recognition—they build a religion from endurance, their footsteps shaking the ground like a new tradition being written.

The bridge and final hook transform the narrative into empowerment. The word “bitch” becomes reclaimed armour: not rage, not ego, but brilliance, containment, a controlled fire that refuses to be extinguished. The track frames survival as a crown earned, not given—rising from dust, shining bold, carrying the scars proudly. In the end, “BITCH! (A SURVIVAL MODE)” stands as a raw, unapologetic tribute to anyone who’s been hardened by struggle yet continues to rise louder, stronger, and unbroken.

BITCH! (A SURVIVAL MODE)


Ey…
Sube el BPM que vamo’ a romper la pista…

Yo llego y la vibra se quiebra, mi nombre retumba, la calle celebra,
mueven la boca pero no hacen nada, parecen fantasmas con ropa de guerra.
Tengo el calibre que su mente no mide, el flow que destruye, el hambre que vive,
yo soy el jefe aunque nadie me firme, to’ lo que hago se vuelve imposible.

Cuentan historias que nunca vivieron,
yo hago en un día lo que ellos no hicieron.
Corro en la pista sin freno ni miedo,
ando muy alto, ya no toco el suelo.

Estoy tan arriba que el aire es distinto,
si tiro una barra te dejo extinto.

To’ lo que dicen suena a excusa rota,
yo soy la evidencia, ellos la anécdota.
Quieren mi fórmula pero no hay nota,
mi mente es fábrica, su mente es fotocopia.

No compiten, no llegan, no suben,
hablan fuerte, pero nunca se mueven.
Yo soy trueno, tormenta, nivel nueve,
cuando piso la calle, todo llueve.
Ey,
no compiten, no llegan, no pueden…

Cero descanso, yo siempre afilao’,
como un cuchillo recién sacao’.
Dicen que vienen, pero ni han llegao’,
siempre se pierden cuando me ven parao’.

Mi nombre pesa, mi letra amenaza,
mi aura se siente al entrar en la casa.
Yo tengo el ritmo que quiebra la masa,
y una ambición que jamás se fracasa.

Quemando la pista, dejando otro muerto,
mi flow es delito, por eso lo siento.
Yo no compito, yo parto el evento,
soy terremoto en movimiento.

No compiten, no llegan, no suben,
hablan fuerte, pero nunca se mueven.
Yo soy trueno, tormenta, nivel nueve,
cuando piso la calle, todo llueve.
Ey,
no compiten, no llegan… no pueden.

love u all <3
beatmaker: https://www.instagram.com/slattangelo/

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MUSIC PRODUCER : MO-MARO
MIX & MASTER : TAREK EL SAEID
COMPOSER : RAVO
LYRICS :RAVO
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بينى وبينه  | RAVO - Beni W Beino

كلمه حب / راب مغربي

Prince Oye 2.0 is a Houston-based Nigerian artist fusing the infectious rhythms of Amapiano and Afrobeats with raw street-vibe energy. Born and raised in Ikare Akoko, Ondo State, he channels his roots into every beat, crafting powerful anthems that speak to hustle, hope and heart.

With standout singles like “Rise Up,” “Better Tomorrow” and “Turn Up,” Prince Oye 2.0 has built a reputation for unforgettable hooks and dancefloor-ready grooves. His sound blends slick production, rhythmic percussion and storytelling lyrics that resonate across cultures.

On Audiomack, you’ll find his latest drops— from high-octane club bangers to soul-stirring mid-tempo jams—each track designed to move your body and lift your spirit. Subscribe for exclusive premieres, behind-the-scenes drops and the next wave of street-slang anthems.

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Anbid Zaman is a queer activist and artist whose work rises from a life marked by displacement, resistance, and the insistence on living fully even when the world tries to deny that possibility. Born in Bangladesh and shaped by grassroots queer organizing from a young age, they grew into their voice through community struggle — learning early that courage isn’t an act, but a daily discipline.

Their journey from danger to refuge transformed them without erasing their origins. Living in Germany, Anbid continues to work at the intersections of identity, migration, and liberation, supporting queer people who face violence and navigating the complexities of chosen family, safety, and belonging. Their activism is guided by deep commitments: justice without compromise, solidarity across borders, and an unshakeable belief that marginalised voices should be heard not with pity, but with respect.

These values spill directly into their music. Anbid’s sound blends testimonial storytelling, emotional minimalism, and atmospheric layers shaped by memory — the quiet of hiding, the noise of protest, the ache of leaving, the thrill of surviving. Each track carries the weight of lived experience and the brightness of hope that refuses to die. Their art is not just expression; it is continuation, resistance, and a reminder that stories carry power long before the world acknowledges them.

Email: mark_parr@hotmail.co.uk

Hi. I'm a Production Music Composer / Musician based on the South Coast of the UK

I write music for TV / Film / Advertising etc. 
My music has been aired on numerous TV channels including CBS, Amazon Prime, Apple Plus, MTV, VH1, Foxtel, Hulu, Vudu and many more.

If you are interested in licensing any of my music, please contact me.

I play the guitar, bass and piano.

If you enjoy my music please follow me.

Thank you. 

Peace and love to all.

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