Don’t test this — keep up, don’t slow
Don’t test this — move right, let’s go
Don’t test this — hands down, low
Don’t test this — too hot, you know

Two-step quick, sneakers on fire
Clock hit one, still getting higher
Side-eye slick — talk less, show more
Bassline rude — open that floor

Don’t test this — keep up, don’t slow
Don’t test this — move right, let’s go
Don’t test this — hands down, low
Don’t test this — too hot, you know

I’m not here to wait in line
If you feel it, fall in time
All this pressure, make it shine
We don’t break — we redesign

Bounce-bounce — back it / back it
Left-right — stack it / stack it
Clap once — snap it / snap it
All gas — never bracket

Paycheck late, still we glow
Nine-to-five pain — let it go
City got weight — we throw
Heart on beat — that’s soul

Don’t test this — keep up, don’t slow
Don’t test this — move right, let’s go
Don’t test this — hands down, low
Don’t test this — too hot, you know

I’m not here to wait in line
If you feel it, fall in time
All this pressure, make it shine
We don’t break — we redesign
Light me up — we don’t fold
Run that loop till it’s gold

Don’t test this — don’t test this
Keep up, don’t slow — don’t test this
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Don’t test this (Baltimore Club R&B reload)

Air tastes like iron and rain
Concrete breathes under the strobe
Shadows weld to the kick
Heat climbs the spine, slow

Floor shakes, names fall off our skin
Sparks bloom in the fog
Glass sweat drips from the ceiling
Every beat is a command

Rust sings along the rails
Hands up for balance, not prayer
Time splits, reforms, keeps moving
Voltage threads through bone

Grain, glare, gravity, surge
Sirens fold into one tone
We lean into the engine
Noise crowns the room

Iron heartbeat over red steam
Bodies blur to a single line
We burn in perfect symmetry
We disappear inside the charge

The forge exhales
Ash settles like snow
Only the hum remains
Moving through us, without us

Beat is a command (Peak Techno reload)

Silence break, low tide hum  
Smoke rise, the system drum  

Voltage climb, skin vibrate  
Dark sky bend, can’t escape  

Move, no gravity  
Bassline brutality  
Spin, no sanity  
Soundwave fatality  

Echo burn, mind unchain  
Heart sync with the heavy rain  

Rise up, feel the quake inside  
Riddim hit like a storm collide  
Let go, no fear, no pride  
We alive when the bass divide  

Metal breath, circuit bleed  
Lights flash where shadows feed  
Ground split under our feet  
Riddim bite, we still repeat  

Twist, collapse, detonate  
Soul vibrate, levitate  

Lost control, zero ground  
Scream back at the sound  

Ash fall slow, pulse remain  
Riddim fade into the vein

Heart sync (Riddim reload)

Drums call under rising sun  
Voices hum, the day begun  

Lift your hands, let it flow  
Spirit dance where rivers go  
We are light, we are flame  
Call my name, call my name  

Footprints drawn in the dust  
Ancient songs return to us  
Heart of gold, rhythm trust  
Every beat a kind of love  

Lift your hands, let it flow  
Spirit dance where rivers go  
We are light, we are flame  
Call my name, call my name  

Wind of home across the plain  
Whisper low, release the pain  
Find your voice, break the chain  
Rise again, rise again  

Lift your hands, let it flow  
Spirit dance where rivers go  
We are light, we are flame  
Call my name, call my name  

Night descend, stars align  
Faith and sound intertwine  
All our souls intertwine  
Now the world is divine  

Lift your hands, let it flow  
Spirit dance where rivers go  
We are light, we are flame  
Call my name, call my name  

Drums fade slow, dawn remain  
Peace return in every vein

We are light (Afro House reload)

Mm... yah.
Sthandwa sami, can you feel it?
The night don’t last forever.

We’ve been walking through the fire,
Still holding hands through the smoke.
Every scar, a quiet choir,
Singing stories we never spoke.

Ngiyabonga, love, for staying —
Even when the rain kept playing.
Your heart, my rhythm — same drum,
Your voice, my calm — same hum.

We rise — light again, light again.
After pain, after rain — light again.
Your eyes — call my name, call my name.
It’s love — not in vain, not in vain.

Lalela, winds of peace are near,
Forgive the things we held in fear.
Sondela, baby, breathe slow,
Let the groove teach what we know.

Ngiyabonga, love, for staying —
Even when the world was swaying.
Your touch, my song — same flame,
Your hope, my faith — same name.

We rise — light again, light again.
After pain, after rain — light again.
Your eyes — call my name, call my name.
It’s love — not in vain, not in vain.

In the dust of our dreams, we found gold,
In the quiet, a story retold.
Ubuntu — we heal as one,
Under the same eternal sun.

Yah...
Sthandwa sami, we light again.
Slow groove, pure rain.
Ngiyabonga...
For love that stays.

Light again (South Africa Soul House reload)

Yeah… I keep meetin’ that same face in the dark,
Mirror mouthed the same old lines — left a mark.
Quiet till I breathe — then it talks back.

Been at war with the silence inside my veins,
Painted over pain but the paint still stains.
Smile glued on, got the edges tearin’ loose,
Every truth I swallow turns into a noose.
I made peace with ghosts I never paid,
They hustle my conscience like a debt unpaid.
Said I’m winning, but my wins taste hollow,
Model life on a cliff and it’s hard to follow.
Eyes red not from pride, but from nights I lost,
All the velvet on my smile come at a cost.
Fame’s a blade, I’m the wrist in its swing,
Catch the echo of a crown that never fit.
Confession to the mic, confession to the street,
I swear I keep signin’ receipts for retreat.

The darkest me — still breathin’ slow,
Crawlin’ through the things I know.
Every lie I let them see
Was just me hidin’ the darkest me.

Kept my past like contraband under lock,
Padlock rusted — every night it mocks.
Reflection don’t blink, it just names the sin,
Says “you built that stage just to watch it spin.”
Friends fade like tags on a price-marked shirt,
Trust learnin’ how to hurt where it shoulda’ nursed.
Tried talkin’ cures, but the talk turned thin,
What heals a wound that bleeds from within?
Gold on my wrist but chains on my wrists,
Cheers in the crowd hide the clinician’s lists.
I walk the line where the mirror splits,
Half of me fightin’, half of me quits.
Degrees in sorrow, tuition paid in screams,
My diploma’s inked in broken dreams.

The darkest me — still breathin’ slow,
Crawlin’ through the things I know.
Every lie I let them see
Was just me hidin’ the darkest me.

Night opens like a ledger, every page a scar,
I tally up the favors with the weight of who we are.
Tried to cut the rope but the rope pulled back my hands,
So I learned the muscle memory of standin’ where it lands.
Voices in the hall play my lines in other tongues,
Ghosts at the table pass the bread and chew my lungs.
I barter with my peace when the dealer’s at my door,
Sayin’ “one more show, one more fix, just one encore.”
See the darkest me, he’s peddlin’ compromise,
Dress him up in custom lies and sell him pricey ties.
I wrestle with the ledger, I wrestle with my name,
Inked in ledger lines, the losses keep the same.
I carve out apologies and feed ’em to the clock,
Seconds swallow up the guilt like it’s hard rock.
If redemption’s on the map, I’m learnin’ how to read,
But maps get torn when the light bleeds out the reeds.

The darkest me — won’t let go,
Talkin’ through the cracks below.
Every sin I set free,
Built the man — and the darkest me.

Still here — same room, new ghost,
The darkest me — the only host.

The darkest me

Santa pulled up.
Red suit. Prius. Night air.
Window down. Bass low.
"Get in."
White beard in the dashboard glow.
I ask, "You on shift?"
He nods.
"North Pole slow this year."
Streetlight hits the sleigh-car.
He says, "Florida soon. New body. New sun."

Santa is my Uber.
Neon on snow.
Santa is my Uber.
Ho-ho on the downbeat.
Santa is my Uber.
Ride, ride, ride.

Car hums.
He asks, "You been good?"
I say, "Just bring wine."
He laughs.
Turn signal blinking like a metronome.
Driveway. Stop. Warm air.

Santa is my Uber.
Neon on snow.
Santa is my Uber.
Ho-ho on the downbeat.

Streetlights blur.
303 climbing.
Kick tight.
Santa tapping the wheel.
Glow red.
Eyes forward.
"Ready."
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
oh oh oh

Santa is my Uber.
Night wide open.
Santa is my Uber.
Ho-ho on the kick.
Santa is my Uber.
Ride. Ride. Ride.

Santa is my uber

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.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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