Winter single: violin over hushed synths and a ticking, sample-built beat; UK male rap + airy female vocal. Late-night terraces to city streets - community, fans, family, warmth when nights run long. Charity release supporting The Paul Alan Project (CPR/defib training; public defibs/bleed-control kits). Clean.
Lyric: “Hearts stay warm when the nights get long - together forever, this is our song.”

Floodlights and Snow

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/bC8fq27R0bs
Pictured - Gwyneth Grace Miller
Missing - solsa

Missing

h2so4 (prod.Flower)

For the ones who never claimed to be perfect — just real enough to matter.

Saints Made of Smoke

Still on the road, still learning the rhythm of redemption — smooth, slow, and a little offbeat.

Miles to Mercy

No peace, no closure — just proof I made it out still on fire.

The Morning After Glow

A moody, introspective cut from my upcoming psychedelic trap album "b l i n d 2 h e r". “don’t look back” is dark, melodic, and haunted by memories that won’t stay buried, it’s the sound of trying to move on without truly letting go.

don't look back

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGmupduZ4e4 link to music vidddd

lyrics:
you asked why I left 
you asked why I didn’t call you
you asked me why I’m gone
boy it wasn’t even that long

you don’t give a fuck  but you pretend that you do
call me boo n bae all day n night
don’t even ask about what is right

bae don’t give me that I don’t wanna fight
I just wanna roll my dutch in peace tonight
I’ll lay under the stars until they’re bright

let’s take your chevy out for a ride
ridin on the freeway until we glide
don’t ask me about what’s yours or mine

enjoy this cause we don’t have much time
so let’s hurry while we make the snow slurry
drag racing down the blvd 
you said why gotta make life hard
why we always gotta talk about that part

maybe you just don’t got that spark you left as the smoke rises to fade
guess it’s just another fucking day
I don’t give a fck about you anyway

that part (prod. kenay + burnaymadeit)

We're releasing the first single off our upcoming 
album (May 2026). Hope you like it!

The music and lyrical form reflects the
moments in this crazy and beautiful world
that we've either experienced or have
personally been witness to.

The stories we share deliver a rapturous,
purple and metaphorical depth within the
lyrics to bring a personal feeling and deep
emotional connection.

©️ 2025 The Real ✪ - All Rights Reserved.

Confessions

Noises

Wordplay, satire, grind culture, and other stuff

Skin Walker (Prod. DARKWOLE)

Candle Theory

This track is weaponized awkward energy with a side of unmedicated confidence.
A full-on cringecore confession booth, where every bar is a red flag and every punchline is a cry for help wrapped in sarcasm and 808s.

I’m spitting like a dude who overshares at parties,
drops trauma in the group chat at 3AM,
then pretends he didn’t see the replies.

It’s half flex, half breakdown,
half joke, half prophecy,
and yeah — I know that adds up to too many halves,
but that’s what the song feels like.

Expect:
✨ unfiltered chaos
✨ self-aware stupidity
✨ clever cringe
✨ demon-brain wordplay
✨ punchlines sharper than my coping skills
✨ vibes that make you question my mental health (and yours)

If you hate it, that’s the point.
If you love it, you might be worse than me.

Enjoy the collapse.
Or don’t.
I already uploaded it.

Frekvens

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lyrics;

Chorus;
The city doesn’t fight for another’s fire anymore
A quality that is sure to call no more,
Ohh,
Ouhh,
Find the doors closed and the blinds drawn
With the blood of the soul covering your neighbors lawn
Ohh,
Ouhh,
The crimes don’t stop and neither do the clock
The same thing that walks around the corners is the thing that mocks
That clock struck twelve
Give ‘em hell (x2)

Verse 1;
The clock strikes midnight 
The same fright different site 
If you take a second to look at just the right place 
At just the right time, and the perfect space 
You’ll see, the majority making haste, dumping hearts like waste and giving chase 
To the next generation of societal degradation, 
Hate is the fuel and the people are the starters, sentences outta situation 
Molestation and environment is the issue 
They have the box of em but don’t pass the tissue 
Deaf as a Dalmatian, the only king in the matrix 
Last season, beat bursting, heat worsening, play tricks 
New flow, new bars, new energy, new cars, but innovation? It’s something we haven’t seen in a while 
Took eight trips for dudes to realize that going viral is something a rapper will only find in a down ward spiral.

Chorus;
The city doesn’t fight for another’s fire anymore
A quality that is sure to call no more
Ohh,
Ouhh,
Find the doors closed and the blinds drawn
With the blood of the soul covering your neighbors lawn
Ohh,
Ouhh,
The crimes don’t stop and neither do the clock
The same thing that walks around the corners is the thing that mocks
That clock struck twelve
Give ‘em hell (x3)


Verse 2;
Ponder whats beyond yonder 
Wander down to the ground, before launder
Squander the effort that’s no longer able
Abolition versus prohibition, tied by a cable
Definitions versus propositions, left by the side of the road
Colonization versus indigenous, in dangerous territory, slit throat of the toad
Finalization versus revolution, the only fixture to rebellion is execution of the social outcome
Murky water leaking from the faucet, fire and fortune building up the flame, heat rising, turn it down some
Held by a verbal ransom, freedom and treason go hand in hand with treasure 
Fame isn’t something to put on a name it’s something you measure
Tarot, terrorists, ignorance, lack of life lesson learning, artistic visions
Look into the crystal ball and see the future of unrest in test behind the walls of prisons
Tall tales that tell all what’s wrong with the modern day system
All that literature of the past, that was packing behind class is now nothing but false wisdom
Six divided by two, told to the people of the town, what’s found when you look around
Jaw drop, faces astound, drop down now count the last nouns.
So as the -

Chorus;
The city doesn’t fight for another’s fire anymore 
A quality that is sure to call no more
Ohh,
Ouhh,
Find the doors closed and the blinds drawn
With the blood of the soul covering your neighbors
Ohh,
Ouhh,
The crimes don’t stop and neither do the clock
The same thing that walks around the corners is the thing that mocks
That clock struck twelve
Give ‘em hell! (X3)

the city

With a pulse that throbs like neon veins, "Bassline Venom" rides a stripped, bass-heavy beat through noir atmospheres and lyrical bite. Pure solo fire from Jexi Noir.

Bassline Venom (Single)

enjoy guys and stay blessed leave a like pretty pleeeez

ǟռɢɛʟ ȶɛǟʀֆ ֆɨʟɦօʊɛȶȶɛ

Eight months gone…  my whole world had changed, while I was fighting to come back home. When I walked back in, someone else was sleeping in my place.
Someone who was slithering poison into my life.
Smiling in front of me, and trying to erase me at the same time. She thought she could steal what I've been fighting for the last 8 years and she thought  I would give in and give up and she would take my place, But I don't give very easily. and in the end she couldn't hold not even a quarter of the weight I bare and she ended up being taken to her moms house where she probability still lives. 

“Momma’s Couch” comes from deep within where my sanity and love were tested during one of the worst times. With no one on my side I almost broke but instead I endured,  am still enduring if I'm honest. There's nothing harder then being truly ALONE TRULY and being forced to  face the ugliest parts of you. They tried to take everything from me My kids. My sanity. My heartbeat! 

This is the story of coming back from hell
to find the devil sitting on your couch.
But I’m still here.
Still breathing.
Still standing 
If you’ve ever survived betrayal in your own house…
you’ll feel every word.

Momma’s Couch

Hidin.From.Me

I love my girlfriend. #balls 
#prod.me Enjoy my poopy music people🦤🦤🦤
Z3ref on Spotify!!
like and repost plezzz

looking for a vocalist (of any kind, rapper, singer, etc.) to hop on one of my instrumentals (free of charge), dm if interested.


Welcome to the show

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White Linez is London-made: Electronic × Rap built for real lives.

Written and produced by The Eye, the project blends cinematic synths, rhythmic energy and grounded lyricism — basslines that breathe, beats that carry feeling.

The music speaks to stories of resilience, unity, and the space between hope and struggle.

The debut album MANIFESTO set the tone: widescreen pads, crisp drums, and call-and-response hooks. Independent and artist-led, every track carries purpose.

If you’re into electronic music with heart — where grit meets atmosphere — hit follow, add the tracks to your rituals, and join the line.

Note: “White by the River” is a standalone project by The Eye — an unofficial Fulham FC anthem with indie/rock bite over the White Linez backbone.

Artist & Producer
experimental dark melodic trap & emotions
b l i n d 2 h e r — soon.

I’m a 42-year-old IT Project Manager turned late-night songwriter — born in Louisiana, now rooted in Moore, Oklahoma. The South raised me, and it still hums through everything I make.

These songs are me learning to breathe again — stories pulled from the static, built with a little help from AI and a lot of heart. I’m not chasing fame, just trying to get the noise out of my head and turn it into something honest.

Every song every Lyric is personal to me! Hope you Enjoy!


It's Pronounced Derrick 🙃 

Jesus is LORD 👑 ❤ 🙏

Derrick Ryan Kotyk🇨🇦 🇺🇦


Rapper/Singer/Songwriter/Mix Engineer
💊Mental Health & Addictions / Recovery Activist ❤️‍🩹



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Rollin’ D is an independent artist, creative force, and lyrical architect who blends conscious rap, alt-pop, and cinematic storytelling into soul-stirring tracks. With a history rooted in real pain and purpose, he raps for truth—not for trends. Founder of Crisp Cartel and co-creator with artists like Jexi Noir and Bella Bugatti, Rollin’ D is the storm and the stillness, the cut and the healing. Welcome to the future of music—raw, real, and unforgettable.

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